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moonhoures · 5 months
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Wicked Games
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🕷️ kinktober — day 16: edging 🕸️
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pairing: haechan (nct) + reader (afab/fem)
genre: non-idol!au, smut
warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, established relationship, subtle d/s dynamics (dom!haechan), edging / orgasm denial, oral (f receiving), dry humping, fingering, haechan does eventually let reader cum, haechan calls reader ‘baby’
word count: ~1.3k
synopsis: your boyfriend’s favorite game? denying your orgasms at the last possible second <3
a/n: dedicating this one to my fellow haechan stan @jaylaxies (aria 💙) 🤭
posted: october 16, 2023
kinktober masterlist
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Three times. Your boyfriend had basically taken you by the hand, leading you to the very brink, the precipice, of an orgasm just to rip it away from you right before you could have it. Each time a whine would tear through your throat and escape through your lips before he would hush you with a kiss, telling you that would be the last one. But it wasn’t, it never was. He was in one of those moods again.
Haechan would often get into these sadistic moods where he would thrive off of edging you, denying your release over and over and over again until he finally felt some sympathy for you. He luxuriated in the way your brows scrunched together and your mouth parted to let out a noise of unfathomable pleasure before it turned into squeaks of disappointment and frustration. A smile would spread across his rosy lips when your knuckles would tighten then unfurl after being played for the nth time. It was all a game to him, and he only scored points when you looked disheveled, disheartened, and dissatisfied.
“Hae- Haechan, please,” your voice came out in cracked breaths, desperation dripping off of your words.
“Yes, baby?” he was so patronizing in the way he addressed you, like he was so innocent.
“I need to cum,” you whimpered like a wounded animal, begging for mercy, “Please.”
“You need to?” he repeated, “Or you want to?”
“I-,” you had to be careful, because however you answered next would determine your fate in the next few minutes, “I need to.”
“That so?” he asked after a moment of consideration.
You nodded, hissing when his fingertips touched the bruises he left from gripping your thigh while eating you out just ten minutes prior. The corners of his lips twitched, wanting to form a wicked smile. He continued to trail his fingers along your skin, over your hips and waist, past your navel, creating goosebumps in their wake. Up the center of your chest and the column of your throat, finally the digits came to a halt at your chin. They tilted your face towards his own as he now hovered close to you on your shared bed. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, the taste of your pussy still present on them from his earlier venture.
“Then I shouldn’t make my love wait any longer, huh?”
A venomous undertone was latent in the way he spoke. Your eyes began to tear up as you realized this will either be the finale of your torment or just another round of his cruel little game. You weren’t sure how much more of this you could take, but you wanted to cum so bad you couldn’t think straight anymore.
You breathed deeply in and out of your nose, gritting your teeth behind tight lips as Haechan’s fingers went back between your thighs, drawing meaningless lines and curves with the lightest touch possible. The skin between your thighs was sticky from the amount of arousal that had built up over the past thirty minutes. Thirty minutes of amusing foreplay turned into agony.
The first time, he had you pressed against the wall, your clothes still on. His knee was pressed against your cunt, expertly bucking up between your thighs until you were crying out his name and gripping onto his shirt for dear life. Then he was pulling away, tossing you onto the bed unceremoniously.
The second time, he was eating you out, relentlessly lapping at your clit like a piece of candy. And he didn’t stop until you were squeezing your legs around his head, moans spilling from your pretty lips. The same lips that whined out when he came up with a wet smirk on his own lips, mischief prominent in the way he moved up to kiss you.
The third time, he had been making out with you fervently, the two of you a mess of tangled limbs and mashed lips and teeth. He couldn’t hold back his grunts as he slotted his hips between yours and humped you. Both of you were still in your clothes, but only undergarments. You could practically feel his erection against your pelvis, the tip moistening his boxers as it bumped against your folds with every thrust of his hips. You were so close that third time, the closest you had gotten, only for him to pull away with a laugh when he noticed how pathetic you looked.
But now was the fourth time, and it seemed he was going to finger you. Usually your boyfriend liked to cum inside of you, so your chances of cumming soon were looking slim to none. Your chest deflated when you came to the realization, and Haechan noticed the shift in your expressions. A crack formed in his sadistic, playful demeanor.
“Want you to cum on my fingers. You can do that, can’t you, baby?” he kissed your cheek lovingly as his fingers finally slipped between the cushions of your thighs. The sides of his hands accumulated the arousal from your skin while his fingertips collected it from the depths of your slit. A chill went down your spine as you finally got him to touch you, like, actually touch you. Not with his knee or his tongue, “_________?”
“Yes,” you panted, already having forgotten the question. All you could think about was the pads of his middle and ring fingers teasing the slick skin around your clit. Your hips were bucking into his, yearning for more of him. He found it amusing, a cocky smile showing as he finally moved his fingers to your hole, dipping them in. His eyes watched your face contort with pleasure as he slowly sunk his fingers deeper, knuckle by knuckle, until he couldn’t go any more.
He slowly pulled his fingers out before thrusting them back in, repeating those fluid movements again and again. He created a pace that had your head digging into the pillows and your back arching. Your hands were clutching at his arm and the bed sheets, your fingernails denting his skin and your fingers twisting the sheets in their grip.
You were painfully aware of the wet sounds coming from between your legs. The squelching caused your ears and cheeks to burn with embarrassment, but it only turned Haechan on more than he already was. He loved knowing that he could make you this wet. That with a little foreplay and teasing, he could turn you into the biggest mess, and all without you cumming. If his pride could be measured it would’ve broken a scale by now.
“Cum on my fingers,” he said, gaze intense as he watched you get closer and closer to release. He knew your tells so well by now. The way you clenched around him was a dead giveaway, but your thighs also twitched and shifted, like you wanted to run but had nowhere to go. Your chest moved sporadically with your uneven, rugged breaths. Your moans became unbridled and carnal.
“Can I?” you whimpered, praying this wasn’t just some cruel joke he was making before he ripped the rug out from under your feet again.
“Yeah, baby, come on. Make a mess on my fingers, I want you to.”
Before he could even finish talking, you were already letting out a moan-like sigh, your hips pressing up against his soaked fingers. As soon as you finished, they fell back against the bed, and you were now aware of just how wet the sheets had gotten. But you didn’t care in that moment, and you wouldn’t for a while longer. You only cared about the buzzing sensation riding throughout your lower half, like electricity running through an electric fence. It crackled in your abdomen, your thighs, your toes, your clit. You forgot how good it felt to actually cum. Maybe now you were starting to understand why Haechan got off on doing this to you.
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jistagrams · 6 months
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random messages with donghyuck (haechan)
parings: haechan x reader
warnings: suggestive, both r a lil mean but ofc in a loving way
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tddyhyck · 11 months
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haechan horny boyfriend texts
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pairings ⇢ bf!haechan x afab!reader
warnings ⇢ suggestive/18+, haechan calls reader mommy and wife
masterlist pt. 2 pt.3
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haechrry · 11 months
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Who's bad? | L.DH
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PAIRING: Lee Haechan x Fem/reader (mentions of other idols)
GENRES: Strangers to enemies to lovers, smut, fluff if you squint, a lil bit of angst, humor (i tried, bear w me)
WARNINGS: Alcohol consumption, explicit smut, language, sub/dom (more like switch*) dynamics, sexual tension, dubcon, unprotected sex, haechan monster cock agenda idc idc, creampie, fingering, oral (f/m receiving), nipple play, dirty talk, pet names, begging kink, praise and degradation kinks, impact play, breath play, overstimulation (f/m receiving, but, hyuck's receiving more lets pretend ur surprised), dacryphilia, squirting, haechan is mean n down bad at the same time. Minors do not interact.
SUMMARY: Lee Donghyuck saw you while you were on your working hours, with a pretty frown on your face, and decided to shoot his shot disturbing the peace of your mind. But one thing was sure: he found something to sink his teeth into, and you were on the same page as him.
WORDS COUNT: 11.7k
PLAYLIST/SONG: Bad - Michael Jackson
[author's note is at the end!]
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"We're closed."
"No, you're not. I still have a few more minutes left."
A thud rang through the walls: exasperated, your forehead slammed into the shelf in front of you, where various cameras and lenses were placed immaculately.
It was ten minutes before the closing of the shop, you were mentally and physically tapped out, so dealing again with people wasn't part of your plans for the evening. You were on the verge of freaking out on a daily basis, but that day was more stressful than usual, 'cause there would be a big event in the city, hence you had to serve a crew who were in charge of filming the occasion. And of course, they were demanding.
"It's part of human decency not to show up at closing time." You weren't afraid to fight back, on the contrary it made you feel satisfied if it were a debate you could easily win.
"And I don't care. I just need a new battery for my camera, then I'll head out." The man did in fact not care, 'cause before you could blink he was right in front of your very eyes, in all his height, staring down at you. He must have figured out where your voice came from.
It wasn't his fault, he forgot to check the battery status of his camera as time passed, in consequence it burned right after he took the last picture he needed. But you didn't need to know that, you weren't his friend and it's not like he was that keen on explaining himself, especially to strangers. So he kept staring with his unflinching gaze waiting for you to finally move and get him what he wanted. In which he was, obviously, pleased; it was part of your job, you could not fail in your duties even if you didn't like the attitude of a customer.
And you didn't like at all the man's behavior, your left eye was trembling with anger.
Not saying a single word though, you retraced your steps, directed to the section where you could find the cameras' batteries, and picked some of them, not sure which camera he had.
You went back to the cashier's desk, expecting to find the guy already there, if he was a little bit perceptive. You found out that he was in fact, perceptive. If your best friends were there, you would've asked them if they could slap the living shit out of you, 'cause there was no way you actually thought so low of a stranger, you weren't usually like this.
"Just pick the one you need and then please, go away." Your voice sounded exasperated while watching him picking the right battery, so he said nothing, at least he seemed to have understood you were really tired and not able to deal with him. A small 'thank god' resonated in your head while you were putting his things in your shop's bag, and handed it to him, with a circumstantial smile plastered on your face.
"That's what I said earlier after all, Miss.Happiness. And nice bump over there, on your forehead." A wink before he could vanish after the sliding doors. You were wrong, and he was already gone.
Again, you slammed your head on the countertop.
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"I'm telling you 'Ning, he walked in like he was the owner of my shop. Pretentious and everything, you know how I hate that shit." Out of breath, you kept walking down the street, right where the event would be held.
It was your day off of the week, this is why you were strolling around, with one of your best friends on a call, and also 'cause this was one of the roads that led faster to your house.
"But I swear to god herself, I was this close to pulling out his vertebrae one by one, and use them to play fucking hockey in my fucking backyard." The tone of your voice went from angry to calmer than two seconds before, 'cause maybe now, you were too distracted by your surroundings.
Several teams were working fast in front of your figure: there were those who were setting up the stage, others the street, which was decorated with various electric cables covering the asphalt, and the trees were decorated too with small lights and colored ribbons. Videocameras were placed on both sides of the stage and in front of it, for different perspectives. So many led spotlights for distinct purposes.
Everything about that deeply fascinated you.
"He was also pretty. Don't pry, this is why I refrained myself 'Ning." Your distraction made you lose the control of the tongue. And even your thoughts. 'Cause yes, he was indeed a good-looking man: the way his black hair fell on his forehead, right on top of his piercing dark eyes too, caught the air in your throat, and it made you to freeze on the spot without a single thought in that head of yours the day before.
Not to mention his deep voice and his tanned skin, the latter got you the urge to trace every inch of it with your own hands, if not lips. You didn't know yet, but if there was one thing you surely knew, it was that his eyes were exactly on you. In that exact moment.
The necessity to disappear in a split second far exceeded any other desire you ever had, but it didn't seem like it was too much to ask, because soon enough an electric cable got in your way, causing you to fall down and make out with the road. Maybe you should have done what was written on the ban sign, which was not to get too close.
You even saw him moving from his position to approach you.
"I'm fucked." Groaning in pain you quickly stood up, fixing your now dirty clothes. You heard Ningning saying a 'you wish, bestie', before you could close the call.
How outrageous.
"Was the asphalt telling you a secret or what?"
"Okay, first of all I saw money on the ground and I wanted to pick them up. Second of all, fuck you, you basketball hoop." A finger pointed at his chest.
It did feel good going for his throat now that you didn't have to be professional for your job.
"This explains for sure why you panicked when I noticed you. Did I, perhaps, make you flatter, pretty girl?" He smirked while crossing his long legs to lean against the barrier behind him.
You surprisingly took your sweet time to let your gaze embrace his full body in the meantime he was talking, understanding what he was actually saying, but you decided to briefly ignore him.
It wasn't your fault if he was dressing prettily, the black skinny jeans were literally hugging his long legs, enhanced by the suede boots he was wearing, and the white shirt was doing god's work. You shook your head and took a few steps away from where he was standing in all of his glory.
"Are you Ryan Reynolds?" You crossed your arms to your chest.
"Damn, I wish."
"Keanu Reeves?" You tried again looking him deadly in the eyes.
"Of course not?"
"Lee Dongwook?"
"...Are you slandering me?" He spread his arms exasperated.
"Then watch your mouth, nameless boy, I know the game you're on." You grimaced.
"Donghyuck. And believe it or not, you know nothing, doll."
He was no fun.
It was as if an iceberg suddenly had taken his place; his glacier tone remained in your mind for a while, and you kept following him with your eyes until he returned to his previous spot, now with his camera's lace around his nape.
You couldn't lie, he was sexy as fuck, but you truly couldn't understand what was that. You guys had just a little to a nonexistent conversation in these two days, and it was mostly insults and cold comebacks, so you didn't understand why he was trying to hit on you. It wasn't like you weren't attractive enough, indeed quite the opposite, but guys like that were known as troublemakers, and you'd rather be a snippy bitch than to get hurt for this kind of game.
Sighing, you decided it was time to go home and rest before it was too late, the next day would still be a working day for you.
You only hoped these three weeks would pass quickly, 'cause it was bright as the sun that you had to see Donghyuck every day.
Donghyuck. You tasted the name on your tongue. That motherfucker had a pretty name too.
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Ningning were on your left, Yeri on your right, and Chenle and Renjun were walking in front of you. According to Chenle, staying on the same line as Ningning would lead them into a fight. You'd swear they'd get together sometime soon, they were just momentarily blind.
You and your friends were coming back from the shopping centre, now heading to your house for a sleepover, so walking down that street was necessary if y'all didn't want to add another ten minutes to your little trip.
"Please guys, act normal, we're getting close to where he works for the event." Days prior you ended up freaking out in your best friends group chat about Donghyuck, telling them how confusing and unnerving he was, 'cause in one moment he was flirty, and in the next one he was cold as a mint popsicle forgotten in the freezer for years. Let alone his look, they had to put up with you 'cause you couldn't stop drooling all over him. So they insisted on seeing him.
"You're talking like we can embarrass you, come one now, Y/n." Chenle gave you a side eye before he could turn around again as you watched him in disbelief.
"Renjun? Chenle?" A distant high-pitched voice called the names of your friends. Confused you all turned towards the direction of it, and you almost gasped audibly.
"Yo, Haechan!" The three of them exchanged a nod of acknowledge, followed by a handshake as if they were companions of a lifetime.
"Miss. Happiness. Do you still have the money you found on the floor last time?"
You mouthed him a 'fuck you, giraffe.' and he fucking smirked at you for the second time in these last days, then he greeted the girls as if it was nothing and returned to the boys for a chitchat.
"And now what the fuck he means by Haechan?!" You whispered in panic to Yeri and Ningning, while the both of them just laughed and shrugged you off. Of course they couldn't know.
A few moments later, they finished their gossiping and Renjun and Chenle returned to where you girls where standing waiting for them, luckily it was late afternoon so you didn't have to wait under the scorching sun in the middle of the summer.
Donghyuck seemed to get you were a close friend of his two best friends, so he actually got convinced and before he could get back to his work, he explained to y'all how he ended up working in such place: two of his other buddies, Johnny and Kun you recalled, were searching for some help for the event they were working for, and he happened to be good with the camera, so he accepted the offer also because he wouldn't mind working with his friends.
A stark contrast from what he seemed to be. You really didn't know anything about him, and you knew it was wrong to judge a book by its cover, so maybe you should given him a pass and had fun without overthinking things too much. In the end it shouldn't have been anything too serious.
"Don't tell me he's the Donghyuck you told us.. and what kind of money was he talking about?" Renjun just let his eyes come out of his sockets as he bumped into you with his shoulder. You groaned like you were in actual pain, not wanting to remember any part of that.
"I fell in front of his eyes a week and a half ago, and at that time I just came up with a lame excuse, saying I didn't fall but found money on the ground, instead." You whined while looking at your feet kicking a tiny pebble. "Don't ask me anything else, this is awkward enough." A loud laugh and various 'always the same' 'you're so clumsy' and a 'so gawky' emerged from the small circle of your friends, and they were on a thin ice 'cause you almost smacked every one of them.
"I can't believe he actually gave you his government name. He won't even let us call him like that."
"Renjun's right, i think he's hitting on you for real, Y/n."
"Yeah, okay, but I don't understand why he's doing this?" You gawked at the boys in front of you like they had two heads each and their body was united together, but again, no answer as they shrugged you off before entering your home and make themselves comfortable.
You guys were dispersed around your living room, now chugging on your beers while debating on which game to play or what movie to watch together.
"If Y/n wins at rock paper scissors, we'll watch again John Wick with her, if only one of the three of us wins instead, Y/n's gonna try to give Haechan a chance and be friend with him." You scoffed at Renjun. And to say you thought he was the only one on your side.
Un-fucking-believable.
Your competitive spirit kicked in, and at their signal you threw your choice. Scissors. You cheered on your victory swinging your fists in the air while your feet were stamping on the carpet. Yeri just threw paper, Ningning scissors too, and Renjun the same as Yeri.
One moment.
Your cheerings came to a stop, and Chenle gave you a sympathetic look.
"I lost, didn't I?" Emotionless voice, as you couldn't believe what you saw.
"Yeah."
"...We can still watch John Wick together, Y/n." Your wails were the only sound echoing in the room, as you sat down on your couch already searching for your favorite movie on your streaming platforms.
Would have been the fucking bare minimum, assholes.
"Chenle, I'll take Daegal out every day for a month." You prayed him with your eyes from your spot in the middle of the movie.
"Not happening."
"I'll do the chores at yours for the rest of the summer."
"Appealing."
"So it's a yes?" Your voice was exuding hope.
"No dice."
Goddamit.
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Another week passed.
You were taking easy the whole Donghyuck-Haechan situation, and though it may seem strange, you were trying to be more loose around him. Starting by smiling and waving in his direction, or making small conversations when you had to go through the street where he was working, he noticed that, and seemed to admire it, since he always greeted you back, and from time to time he too took the initiative, which you treasured heartily.
One day he even unexpectedly came to your shop to give you coffee, making you at a loss for words. No one had ever done such a thing for you, and the coffee was just perfect to say the least.
"I just tried to guess what your favorite coffee was, so I went to the cafeteria down the road earlier, and bought you one." He would've said smiling at you. Not a smirk, or a lipped smile. A full smile. And his smile was so- it made the air inside your lungs dissipate, basically.
Aside from that, you actually spent willingly the rest of that morning with him in your store concentrate on the different cameras and their lenses. He was so endearing wrapped up with the things you loved too.
God, what the hell was that.
You soon found out that he was undoubtedly an amusing, witty and smart person. Quite the opposite of the façade he put on when you first met, the sleazy flirt was still there, but the cold surface was starting to melt down, if not it was already melted completely.
Donghyuck didn't know either why he wanted to mess up with you that bad, it was like his gut feeling told him to do so in the exact moment he saw you roaming with that cute frown on your delicate face around your store, so he went for it. In simple terms, that philosophy was his ride or die, he just did not expect you to act in the same way as him. The way you fought back that day made a strike in his mind, and jokes on you if you thought that Donghyuck would have let you go.
After he bought you the first coffee that day, he kept doing this everyday, and he made sure to buy a coffee for himself so he could drink it next to you in your store, and if it wasn't the coffee in the morning, it was a packed lunch in his break from work. The boy always asked you how was going your day and if you needed anything.
Eventually you ended up opening a little and telling him more about yourself, like how you as the owner of your store was the result of your passion for photography, except you couldn't use a camera, and he genuinely laughed at that revelation, finding you adorable and telling you in exchange how he made photography one of his hobby and sometime, his job too.
It went like this, it was as if you two had made a pact: you told him a fact about yourself, and he in return told you something of himself. His persistence was what you got convinced that giving in wouldn't hurt no one, and also 'cause his presence started not to be so bad as in the beginning.
Fucking Renjun.
And this is exactly how you got at the event that day. In the long run everything was ready for the occasion, so the day the show would go on the air had arrived, and you were close to being ready to go.
Yeri and Ningning came to your house early that afternoon, they said they would get ready with you, so there you were, sitting on the floor of your room while putting some make up on, mascara and lip tint were generally your pieces de resistance, so you opted for them for the night not wanting to exaggerate.
Ningning was roaming enthusiastically in your closet 'cause based on what she said your outfit should have made an impression on everyone, to whom you raised a brow.
"I'm definitely not wearing that." This time both of your brows was raised to the roof, scowling at her for good measure.
"'Ning it's a music show, not a pool party, that skimpy dress looks like a fucking bikini." Yeri deadpanned frowning and you almost launched at her and kissed her on her pretty full lips. Maybe you should've done it.
"Can we make out?" Your eyes were glowing like a light stick while looking at her, but soon your vision went black.
Was that a pillow? Your pillow bed?!
"No."
What was the meaning of your life if you couldn't even kiss your best friends? That was the most atrocious thing in the whole world.
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Sooner or later the three of you got dressed in time, settling on for just summer dresses 'cause you all realized it was still hot even though it was nighttime, and the lightweight fabric in contact with the evening breeze, was doing wonders on your skin while walking down the streets, slowly reaching the set up venue.
You all stopped at a stand, fortunately on your way, to get a drink and you didn't know why, but you were in the mood for a piña colada, so you settle on it for the night. Yeri, Ningning and you, once arrived, perfectly found a spot where you would've had a good view of the stage but at the same time not being in the middle of the crowd, y'all didn't want to sweat.
There was a good atmosphere, for someone who had only seen the preview, there was to say that everybody had done a good job with the location, and as a matter of fact, a few photographers were around you to capture the foremost moments.
Hoping to go unnoticed by your two friends, you searched for Donghyuck knowing that he was there to work, and even just seeing him for an instant would have been enough for the rest of the festival.
Little did you know.
After a while you indeed spotted him, you supposed he was taking a rest in the staff's section and he too was sipping on his drink while chatting with his colleagues; as might as expected the piña colada didn't affected you that much, your blood alcohol level was nonexistent, but you still felt the sudden desire to go and greet him and let him know that you were there too.
"Girls, I'm just gonna say 'hi' to Donghyuck," you shouted over the music and the crowd loud noise, pointing a finger behind you in Donghyuck's direction, "I'll be back soon!"
They gave you a thumbs up and vanished in turn into the throng, leading to who knows where. You eventually updated the girls on your start of friendship with him, and they were strangely happy about that, Renjun and Chenle instead, limited themselves to wink and smirk at you, patting your shoulder in the end.
You reached the brunette guy over where he was standing with a cup of alcohol in his hand, and poked his left side with your index, definitely surprising him. Donghyuck always thought you were actually an introvert and didn't like these kind of places, but seeing you there with a drink in your hand and a silly smile on your face, took him off guard, but he greeted you back and returned your smile, kissing the back of your free hand too.
What a gentleman.
"How's going your night, Hyuck?" You grinned as you took a sip of your drink while looking at him up and down, he looked good that night, even with a slight layer of sweat on his forehead. You caught sight of the dampness also on his neck and on the portion of his tonic chest left uncovered by the unbuttoned shirt, but afraid that he could've realize what you were doing, you quickly looked away, and 'cause you did not want that view to distract you again too.
"Actually, I think it's going much better now, you know?" Donghyuck found endearing your grin and he smirked at you sizing you up, finding you extremely cute for his own sake. "Who are you trying to impress? Me, perhaps? 'Cause it's working, doll." He took advantage of the loud music to get close and hear you better, so close that he could count your upper and bottom lashes, and you could see his dark irises being illuminated by the spotlights, and able to feel his sweet breath gently hitting the lower part of your face. Your body tingled at the sensation, but suffice it to say, you didn't mind at all.
"I thought you got tired of flirting for nothing? Be easy on yourself, Hyuck." You scoffed and purposefully rolled your eyes at him, trying to hide the amused smile by taking a second sip of your piña colada.
You guessed you were starting to get again under his skin with your bitter remarks, but honestly? It was too fun. Plus, he didn't give weight to it 'cause in those three weeks he pretty much figured out that your character were calling for someone who would match it, someone with the same fiery energy, and he knew that people who didn't respond cheekily to a person like you, could be a big turn off. You were just like him. That's why he always had a ready answer for you. He wanted to let you know that he could be a good candidate for you, but you were- oh so hard to read.
He wouldn't give up on you though, if he was knew for something, apart from being the epitome of ENTP, it was surely for his determination.
You'd be his at the end of this circus.
"I may go easy on myself, but I for sure won't go easy on you, baby girl." He winked while pointing at you.
Was he recreating Rihanna's meme?
"Donghyuck." Your voice was stern while you were trying so bad to keep a straight face.
"Too cheesy and cringe?" He asked flatly, and you simply nodded.
"Noted." And he clicked his tongue.
When all was said and done, he searched for a couple of chairs for you and him; it was an event were the public could watch standing, so there weren't many chairs out there, but luckily he managed to find one there in the staff's wing and he offered it to you.
"You're working Hyuck, you're definitely more tired than me." Shaking your head you declined his offer, gesturing him towards the said chair, but he instead poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue closing his eyes for a brief moment and opening them again to look at you poker-faced.
If you didn't know any better, you were actually this close to suck him fucking dry, you cleared your throat to distract yourself, in panic you tried to compromise, "Okay! Okay what if- what if you sit, and I sit on your lap?" You looked at him tentatively, and he simply snickered, sitting down on the chair and manspreading.
Juicy thighs on full display.
Someone up there must have hated you to her content. At that sight, you started praying in every language you knew.
"C'mere, my sweetheart, I don't bite. Or I do bite, if you prefer." He patted his covered thighs with his slender hands waiting for you to sit on him, and gaining a little more of boldness, you confidently sat sideways on his lap. You grimaced snorting loudly at his comment, taking another sip of your piña colada, realizing you almost drank it all.
"Will you ever actually stop?" You weren't annoyed by his words, actually his way of sweet-talking to you was what you got all wound up.
You realized that the night was taking a turn from the moment he placed his free hand on the small of your back. You quivered under his dark gaze feeling even smaller than you already were near him, while goosebumps were starting to be visible on your arms caused by his slight touch.
Nonetheless, you were capable of feeling his warmth through the fabric of the dress. He placed his camera on a tiny counter for the occasion near him, where lenses cameras and lights were scattered around, and before he could do anything you heard him whispering seriously this time:
"Your own eyes are betraying you, Y/n. Stop making a fight, your talk is cheap." Thank god you were sitting on him, otherwise you wouldn't have heard his deep voice. He simply responded flatly before he could set one hand on your jaw, lightly squeezing your cheeks together so to make your lips pout, your heart and stomach dropped, making you breath heavily, not to mention the literal feeling of your face growing red at such a simple touch and a few words certainly said with no care.
How embarrassing of you.
And things got worse when you felt him leaning in, capturing your lips with his.
You physically felt your breath get stuck in your throat, fingers fidgeting not knowing where to put the hand without the drink in, deciding to just put it on the base of his neck, intertwining your fingers with his short but still long enough hair on his nape.
He deepened the kiss by angling his head to the side, brushing your bottom lip with his tongue only for him to part your mouth with the latter and settle within your soft lips, tasting in the meantime the flavor of each other's drink you were previously drinking. You pulled away reluctantly, you feared that kiss took you to the moon in the true sense of the word 'cause your lungs were begging for a breath of air, but you knew it was an exaggeration and it was your mind's fault for your body to react like that to him.
And did he say your name or was your brain tipping over the edge?
"How did you know-" You said out of breath biting your bottom lip, in hope to taste him again.
"Your best boy friends can't keep their mouths shut. Blame them, pretty." He said in amusement. One of his hand was now caressing your bare thigh, where the edge of the dress did not reach, as if you didn't have enough chills along your spine.
You promised yourself to have a tiny little talk with both of them later.
Now you were just pondering whether or not to kiss him taking the initiative, but before you could answer you found that your lips were on his again, kissing him fervently, with your other hand clutching his shirt, to get even closer to him than before.
You started to feel heady again and the sudden awareness of the ache between your legs started to kick in. The only way to find relief in that moment was to clench your thighs together, hoping to go unnoticed, but that idea went out of the imaginary window in your head as you felt him nudging at the back of your right thigh.
The hand previously on your skin, went up on your ass, kneading it shamelessly for everyone to see, and you almost leaked through your panties at the mere thought of doing the deed in public, but the need to have him laying under you on your comfy mattress got the best of you.
"Hyuck-" you breathed out on his lips, parting slightly from him, watching him with your pleading eyes, silently saying to do something.
"I know baby, I know. Show me the way." Hearing your breathy and delicate voice saying his name like that got him weak in the knees. He didn't think twice before caving in, so he literally followed you like a lost puppy while you were dragging him down the road to your house, trying to be as discreet as possible.
Technically, he was still on his working hours, but practically he didn't give a damn.
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You let him in, and without any hesitation and zero effort you were pressed against your door with your legs wrapped around his waist.
What did he need that small waist for? For another people to grab it? Whore.
Well, in that case you were circling it with your legs, but you certainly wouldn't have wasted the opportunity to grab it with your hands thereafter.
You apparently weren't the only thing pressed, 'cause you felt him again against your core this time, and the pressure just felt amazing, but it wasn't enough.
You parted from his swollen-kissed lips to say that your bedroom was down the hallway to your left, he nodded in response and began to make his way through your house with you still anchored in his arms.
You didn't waste your time, and in a matter of fact your plump lips were leaving lazy kisses along the line of his sharp jaw, leading to his soft spot under his right ear, and ending your journey on his collarbones, gently biting his sun kissed skin every now and then, feeling his breath cut off in his throat and gasping under his nonexistent breath when your teeth were sinking into his flash, making you grinning devilishly. Pointless to say you were determined to hear more sound like those coming from him.
He kicked open your room's door with one of his foot, not caring to close it shut 'cause he looked like he understood you lived alone, and no one could have unintentionally disturbed or interrupted you.
Surely a gift sent from god herself.
Donghyuck threw you without grace on your bed, making himself at home between your now parted legs, the consequence of being sprawled on your sheets was that your summer dress collected around the curves of your hips and the straps of your dress were no longer on your shoulders, but hanged loosely on your arms, leaving you in a vulnerable state right in front of his eyes, not being totally covered. It wasn't uncomfortable though, to tell the truth you even spread more your legs wanting him to be comfortable, wanting his eyes fixated on you, and it was not long in coming.
He felt his cock being restricted in his jeans, and by that you were able to see its outline and you could witness it was massive, to say the least. You gulped down the saliva that had formed on the back of your throat, asking yourself if it was even going to fit, deciding that the pain would have been worth it.
You curled your index in his pearl necklace bringing him down with you so you could reconnect both of your lips and make your tongues dance together, all while his hands were working frenetically trying to take your dress off.
He completed his quest the moment the latter went over your head, tossing it somewhere on the ground, making him stop above you and looking down at you with stars in his eyes, as if he had never seen anything more beautiful than you under him. 'Cause yes, he did think multiple times about how you could have looked without your clothes, he couldn't lie, but he would never have imagined such a view.
"Good fucking lord, you're so beautiful even like this." He stayed still staring at you for a little more, just to take in your appearance and memorize you in his mind, he then descended on you so he could have kissed languidly your neck and alternately leaving little hickeys behind his wet trail until he reached the valley of your breast, blueish and reddish spots rose on your skin making a little work of art to only you and the man all over you to see.
"I bet you'll be even prettier with my head between your legs and your pussy stuffed with my fingers." And the fact that you weren't wearing a bra? Fucking out of your mind, 'cause that sent Donghyuck head over heels for you. You were so wild, just like him.
And his cock were throbbing in his now tight jeans, but we don't talk about it now, he was already in pain enough. You squeaked at his implication, your body already trembling in anticipation. Still too intoxicated with only his close presence you didn't know if you were sober enough to receive more, but whether you were ready or not that was your fate for the night.
Not that you complained.
He kept faith to his words and before you could register what he said in your mind, his face were at the same level as your pelvis. The tip of his nose traced the edge of your panties, going painfully slow down to your slit, pressing for a moment his button nose on your clit under the light fabric, making you stutter his name under your breath.
You felt him grinning against the most sensitive part of your body, and not a second later he flattened his tongue on your lower lips, going slowly down towards your covered entrance, dipping in slightly for him to feel your arousal leaking through your panties. You were heavily breathing at that point, waiting anxiously for his next move, which immediately arrived.
Donghyuck wasn't exactly a patient person, so the said next move was him removing your panties with his teeth, slowly dragging them all down your legs and throwing them away on the floor to keep company to your dress that were laying there. His large hands found their place on your parted thighs now with your centre exposed, and he fucking whined at the sight of your glistening folds.
"Do something, Hyuck, please." You tried to wiggle under his firm touch, but he squeezed the flash of your thighs, making you whimpering loudly. His lips formed an 'O' when he caught your hole clenching around nothing while you whined.
"So, here I have a fucking greedy pain slut." He mumbled, and with that he dipped his head between your shaking legs. "Dear lord, you're so pretty even down here, how's that possible." You know he was talking to himself, but you couldn't stop the heat rising up to your face, and just wailed out lowly, throwing your head back on your pillows. You didn't complain, you were eager to feel him on you, and when he actually attached his lips to your core, you completely lost your mind. He trailed roughly in the middle of your puffy lips with his wet muscle, going forth to the entrance and back to your neglected clit, sucking firstly and hard on the little ball of nerves, and then on both of your lips.
"You taste so sweet, so, so sweet." At that your hands flew to his hair, gripping onto them for dear life while your moans reverberated off the walls, you heard him whimpering again, the vibrations clashing against your centre made you gasp and brought him even closer while your thighs clamped around his head, putting him in a headlock position. You'd swear you even saw him fucking grinding on the covered mattress at your action.
He was eating your pussy like a starved man.
"It seems that-" a gasp escaped you, making you arching your back off the bed, interrupting your speech, "I'm not the only pain slut here-" your mouth fell agape feeling Donghyuck easing his tongue past your entrance. You were starting to get addicted to his mouth, at that point. He stopped at your sensitive bud, lapping at it and sucking it in his mouth, in a repeated move, putting in the middle languid kisses that went straight to your core, and as if it weren't enough he pushed two of his fingers into your drenched pussy, his knuckles almost disappeared when he went all the way up to your g-spot.
Always straight to the point.
"You saw nothing, just concentrate on my mouth and my fingers, babe." You thanked god you didn't have roommates, 'cause his name moaned, whimpered, and whined, was the only thing you could hear all over your house.
The tension in your stomach started to build nearly immediately, as you were writhing under him, he was just good at that shit and you guys were only at the beginning of the foreplay.
"Haechan-" just slipped out of your mouth, and a harsh slap came in contact with your bare ass, leaving the red and the 3D print of his hand on it.
"Call me like that again, and I'll stop." And fuck, you did not want that to happen at all, damn you were already thinking about the second round-
"Shit- no, I swear I'm sorry, you feel too good, so good- Please Hyuck, I'm sorry just don't stop-" you were embarrassingly babbling, on the verge of literally sobbing because of the near first exploding climax of the night. You knew he was showing you pity as he returned to his actions, not before giving you a warning look, and you bit your lip while looking at him with your already fucked out gaze, hands still gripping hard his hair.
Independent woman my ass.
"Cmon Y/n, don't run from me, I can feel you squeezing my fingers, I know you wanna cum," He kept pushing in and out his slender fingers at a quick peace, making you gasping shakily whenever he curled his fingers upwards your spongy walls. "You can do it pretty girl. Go ahead, make a mess on my fingers." That was your last straw.
You cried out while squirming and twisting when the knot in your stomach snapped. And as you were calming down it felt like you were combusting on your spot, laying lifeless on your sheets trying to give your lungs the oxygen they lost along the way. If he gave you this mind blowing orgasm as your first, you didn't want to imagine how the upcoming ones would be. You were thrilled.
Donghyuck's next target was clearly your cleavage, he didn't say it out loud, but his eyes spoke for him, you could see the eagerness they were holding by simply looking at your chest covered by goosebumps while you were still breathing deeply through your nostrils. In his eyes you were mouth-watering just lying on your blankets in that already fucked out state.
But he had to wait because much to his surprise you were pretty fast at recovering from foreplay, and in just a couple of minutes you were face-to-face to him, in the same position as him on your knees, now wanting to have your fun with him. After all, he as well, deserved his part.
"I think we're playing an unfair game here, don't you think, Hyuck?" Dismissively you pointed the nail of your index finger on his chest, letting it slide down his torso, pressing gently against his shirt.
"What do you mean by 'unfair'?" Voice slightly strained as he was busy following your lips with his gaze.
"I mean that your clothes are still on, but mines are on the ground, don't you find it unequal?" You pouted while looking at him with your doe eyes, trying to be as persuasive as possible.
"Yes, I think you're more than right, actually." His words couldn't come out of his mouth faster than that, and you snickered in amusement at him. He were already so vulnerable, for fuck's sake.
"So, if I do this," you proceeded to unbutton the rest of his shirt, sliding it down past his shoulders and his wrists, "you don't mind, mh?" Your voice was sugary.
"Do as you please, I'm down with everything," he whispered on your mouth while you still were at his height on the bed, "just, don't tease."
You chuckled at him while you hooped a finger into his waistband bringing him closer, clashing your noses, "You better stick to your words. If you're fine with whatever, just sit back and enjoy your time."
What were you, the voice ad who tells you to enjoy your time watching the movie at the cinema? What the fuck Y/n.
You shrugged off your own ridiculous thoughts, and done that, you placed both of your hands on his firm pecs, not too muscular, not too scrawny, just to die for. Of course, for your standards. Hands started to drop down his torso, brushing and flicking on his nipples in the way, making him hiss, and he even tried to capture your wrists in his hands to stop you, but you gave him in return a dour look, so he stopped mid-air quickly mumbling an 'I'm sorry', and you pecked his lips as a reward.
You kept on pecking him, but each time you changed directions of your lips, moving slowly to the corner of his mouth, to his jaw, along the side of his neck, to his bony collarbones, and then down his abs, peppering his soft flesh with small kisses, and with kitten-licks in between. This, while your hands were still caressing him, coming down with you as you moved.
You eventually and finally reached his pants, not halting your movements and simply taking off his belt, absentmindedly placing it there on the bed, while his pants were quick to reach the pile of your clothes on the floor. You set down on your elbows, now facing his cock still restrained, and that's where you heard Donghyuck's breath getting heavy, but you plainly smirked up at him aware of your next moves.
You actually didn't waste your time and pulled down his boxers in one move, which took him off guard, making you chuckling. His member slapped proudly against his lower stomach, it reached his navel and you almost salivated at the only sight.
"Oh god, Hyuck you're so big-" you muttered under your breath and with that you simply wrapped your hands at its base, wanting first to slowly stroke him, tasting the waters. "I'm gonna deep-throat you-" you said without even thinking about the fact that he was literally so big that he would have split your throat in a half, probably because, in fact, you didn't care at all about that particular.
He choked on his saliva, placing one hand in your hair trying, but not trying at the same time, to stop you, "What- wait, I mean yes- oh my god, just-"
You shushed him by licking his leaking tip, going down the length of his shaft and reaching his balls, then you went back at the tip, and wrapping your lips around it your head started to bob up and down with a slow steady rhythm.
You heard him cursing in a soft tone, while his grip on your hair thighed, and you hummed contentedly at the slight pain on your scalp. At your hum you felt him twitching in your mouth, so you hollowed your cheeks around him and went all the way down his length, feeling him in the very back of your throat. Your gag reflexes were irritating you, but you fought them back and as a result tears started to form in your waterlines, feeling them at the corner of your eyes and down your cheeks afterwards.
He cooed at you, snickering proudly while your hands were squeezing his thighs for support, "Am I, perhaps, too big for my baby? Should I pull out?" You shook fast your head in a 'no' motion, looking up at him with your wet eyes, wanting to demonstrate to him that you could do it, that you wanted to do it at every cost.
And so he brought you closer with his hands on the back of your head, your nose was now touching his happy trail, and with his massive cock now buried in your throat, even if you were trying so hard to breath through your nose, you were never been happier than that.
"Fuck- you're so warm, stay still for a moment." he grunted while exposing his veiny neck, you started to feel like you were about to faint due to lack of air, but nonetheless, you felt again the stickiness between your legs.
He eventually released you, and you were able to breathe again, briefly gasping for oxygen waiting for your lungs to be full again, and as a matter of fact you were back to sucking him dry.
You hollowed again your cheeks around his shaft while your tongue were flat on the underside of his length, this time stopping bobbing your head where you were the most comfortable, repeating your motions until you saw his stomach contracting and him almost curling on you, while gasping for air, and you understood he was close to his climax. So you brought your hand to his balls, massaging firstly them together and then separately, and apparently that was his last straw, 'cause before he could warn you he was already releasing himself down your throat.
You peered at him through your wet lashes and noted he had his eyes screwed shut and his mouth wide opened, his cock still throbbing in your mouth, so you waited for him to come down on heart before you could pull off of him with a loud and wet pop, swallowing everything he gave you.
"I actually hate you." He said still breathing heavily, fixing you hair in the meantime.
"No, you actually don't." You grinned ear to ear and went up at his height again, throwing your arms around his neck while licking your lips, tasting again his release.
"How was it?" He asked you smugly.
"How was it what-"
"My cum."
"Donghyuck!" You yelled exasperate, putting your face in the crook of his neck.
"I'm kidding!" He kissed tenderly your exposed temple.
Your cheeks were burning at his action, but you were quick to change your positions so he couldn't see that. You pushed at his shoulders, making him to fall back on your blankets, head on your pillows, and bed eyes looking up at you, watching you attentively.
"I know you're not, you horny fucker." You straddled his lap, hands on his lower abs, and now with both of your legs on both of his sides, you just sat back, feeling his cock under the curve of your ass. And that made you smirk devilishly, 'cause it made you realize you were right on top of him, "Screw that, I'm the fucker apparently."
He raised an eyebrow at you, "Idea is not acceptable."
You raised back an eyebrow at him, "Idea is very acceptable," you wiggled your ass on his already growing erection, "Go tell your dick."
Grinding his teeth in annoyance he felt indeed his cock twitching under you, "You're being incorrect, princess and the pea."
You rolled your eyes at him, "You could have stopped at the 'princess', thank you very much."
"Stop being a brat and fuck me, you need an invite or?" He crossed his arms behind his head watching you with a defiant smile.
"How the tables have turned." You scowled at him, your hand reached down in between your bodies lifting yours up, to place the said hand on the base of his length, lining the tip at your entrance.
"Yeah, and I'll turn 'em again later."
You ignored his snark remark, even though his words were echoing in your brain like a nursery rhyme, and you just eased down onto him, letting him fill you up to the brim. You winced at the stretch, both his length and girth were ripping you apart, but you didn't complain at all.
"Fucking hell. I can fucking feel you in my stomach." You said with a faint voice, proceeding to moan rolling your head back, staying still for a moment, adjusting to his size.
You slightly lifted your ass up, leaving only the tip inside, still feeling full, just to smack it loudly against his tonic thighs trying to remain as quiet as you could 'cause you wanted to hear him, even if you wanted to scream out loud thanks to him who was reaching places you didn't know existed, causing you to violently clench around him and repeat your moves.
"Shit- Y/n you're so greedy and for what," as if he didn't know. He grunted, gripping your hips so forcefully you feared he would find the pieces of your flesh in his hands, but that pain only wounded you up even more, in fact, you felt yourself dripping into his shaft, the wetness helping your movements to get more smooth, and that made him hiss through his teeth, closing shut his eyes while whimpering.
Greedy for you, dickhead. You truly wanted to reply, "Your brobdingnagian dick makes me greedy, Hyuck." You opted instead, moaning shakily when he accidentally met up with your hips while you were going down.
"Never say that again." He tried to keep a straight face, but he soon realized that it was like boiling the ocean. Impossible.
After he closed his mouth, well, opened his mouth, to stop talking and letting out his moans mixed with his whimpers, you started to move off of him and on again, this time faster, making your boobs bounce up and down in a rapid motion. He was salivating at the view, and his hands were quick to make it to them, holding onto them for dear life, kneading like they were pizza dough, registering in his head that they even fitted perfectly in his hands.
He was waiting for this, to make you his, since the first time he saw you.
He was looking, trying at least, at you with so many emotions and feelings in his eyes that he couldn't even comprehend what they were exactly. Could you be more perfect than that?
Well, he figured it out that yes, you could be more perfect than that, in the exact moment you stopped bouncing on him, and started to fucking grind on him. Moans and curses words were spilling out of your mouths almost at the same time, both of you started to get louder. You felt him twitching more repeatedly than before, signaling you that he was reaching again his climax, and you were on the same wavelength if it weren't for the fact that you were restraining yourself from being only one step closer to that.
"I'm close- I'm fucking close Y/n, slow the fuck down-" A white ring of your slick around the base of his cock, now sliding down his balls and onto the mattress. He babbled out of his breath, not noticing that he was pinching your nipples between his fingers while he was holding your mounds, making your core tighten around his erection.
"And why would I do that?" You whined while your nails were digging deeply in his chest, unhurriedly sliding down his stomach and pelvis, leaving vivid red marks behind. If you were to be marked, he had to be too.
"'Cause I want- fuck- I want you to- cum first." You literally felt him trembling under you, and you tsked at him, how could he say such a thing if he was literally on his last legs? That's what he made you obsessed with him when you guys first met.
"Lightning never strikes twice," you clenched around him again, "this time, you cum first, pretty boy." and apparently it was the straw that broke the camel's back.
His legs folded under you making them crash into your back, while he was messily thrusting up into you to catch his own release. You physically felt him shooting his cum into you, filling you up as you never were in your whole life. Now it was his turn to lay lifeless under you, taking in deep breaths.
But you didn't give him much time to recover, you were still trying to reach your climax, which it was closer than you thought.
You regained your movements, grinding on him with your clit now in contact whit his pelvis, but it wasn't enough, so you brought your hand on it, and began to stroking it with your middle and ring fingers, the movement made your head fall back, resting on the knees of the guy who were stuttering under you, gripping your thighs as his life depended on them while watching you touching and getting yourself off, using him. You just were so hot in his eyes.
"Y/n-, Y/n stop, I'm gonna- gonna come again if you don't stop like," he gulped down while he whined like a baby deprived of his pacifier, "right fucking now- oh my god I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying-" he kept blabbering and stuttering, at that point you couldn't even understand the fuck he was saying, but you swear you saw tears at the corner of his eyes, and evidently, that was it for the both of you, 'cause he filled you up again with his load in no time while you were crying in your turn on top of him, this orgasm hitting you harder than the first one that had you almost sobbing.
You clashed down on him, with your damped skins in contact, and usually it would disgust you, but this time you noticed it actually didn't bother you at all while Donghyuck was caressing your back. You stayed cuddled like that for a while, just the right amount of time to regain control of your lungs.
"Well, that was a long ass ride." You chuckled breathlessly, playing with his necklace.
"You fucking overstimulated me." He pinched your side, making you yelp and you tried to run from his fingers, but to no avails, 'cause he was caging you with his legs so much stronger than yours.
"What can I say, it's hazards of the job." You said nonchalantly while looking up at him with a smirk on your face. He was glowing, and he was so pretty, dear lord.
"I'm gonna stifle you."
"Is it a threat or a promise?"
"Actually," he began calmly, connecting your mouths on a slow kiss, savoring the saltiness of your tears on both of your lips, licking your bottom one, dancing briefly with your tongue afterwards, and in the meantime both of his hands went down on your ass, kneading and taking his own time with it. He must have really liked it, and you smiled in your shared kiss. "It was a fucking promise." You forgot he had to continue his sentence, and with his radical change in his voice, everything surprised you, 'cause you really thought you were done for the night. But again, you were oh so wrong.
He suddenly flipped you on your stomach, making you land on your knees and elbows on the blankets. But he wasn't happy about it, he pushed your blades down so your chest would be pressed against the mattress, with your ass up. Again, he wasn't content and pushed down on your lumbar spine, making you arch your back and stick out your ass even more. That satisfied him.
Thank god you were an ex artistic gymnast.
"Hyuck wait- I can't do it anymore-" you gasped in fear. He was actually unpredictable, and that was one of the many proofs.
He prodded the thick head of his cock at your entrance, sliding it into you by one or two inches while chuckling fiendishly, "You can, and you will. You will be nothing but my personal cumdump, yeah?"
He shoved his length in you so hard that you jolted forwards, a hiccup already leaving your mouth, feeling stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey. He threw back his head grunting like a wild animal at the feeling of your warm and still wet, from all of his cum, walls around his dick, "I'm gonna fuck you that brattiness off of your pretty face, doll."
Breathing through his teeth he started to build up his own pace, making you jolting forwards with each of his deep thrusts. In that position you could feel him reaching your cervix, hitting your g-spot as he kept going past it every time, causing you to stutter his name numerous times as you felt again your tears rolling down your cheeks, they didn't stop like the first time, they kept flowing and your mascara was soon ruined, staining your skin under your eyes, on your cheeks, and even under your chin as they grouped together. You were a babbling mess under him while he started plunging into you at a inhuman rate, feeling weaker and more alive simultaneously at every bump of his hips against your ass.
"You- You fill me up- so well Hyuck-," your right cheek were pressed against your sheets, not even trying to look at him 'cause you had no strength, you were just mumbling nonsense every now and then, "you're so good for me." Your intent was to say that he was good to you in that moment, not that he was the person good for you in general, but you guessed your mind disagreed, 'cause you didn't even corrected yourself, not wanting to in the slightest.
He landed forcefully a palm on your asscheek, leaving again another print on it, and he kept going like this: a slap that sent you into the next century on each asscheek until you were, in the true sense of the word, sobbing like a newborn, staining your blankets under you with your tears and saliva.
He was chasing his own release at this point, again, and that sent you a shiver along your spine at the anticipation, 'cause that meant he was about to be overstimulated once more, given the fact that you were yes on the verge of literally squirting on him, but it wasn't still your time, and that made you grin like crazy.
Donghyuck noticed you smiling to yourself hoping to go unnoticed, but you failed, and that rose curiosity in him, he didn't pry, but that made him place his left hand around your throat, bringing you up towards his sweaty chest. He was putting pressure on both of the sides of it, cutting off the blood pressure and giving you the feeling of pain and pleasure caused by the dizziness in your head.
"Told you it was a promise, slut, didn't I?" He whispered to your ear, brushing it softly with his plump lips, making your nipples stiffening in pleasure. You tried to nod at his words, wanting to give him an answer, but he fucking laughed at you, nibbling at your lobe while his other hand outstretched to your neglected nip, rolling and flicking it between his thumb and index finger.
Next time he would suck on them like they were his favorite lollipops.
"Answer me properly, doll." His deep voice went straight to your core.
"Y-yes, Hyuck-" you tried to say, gasping next for a little more of air, "you- you told me."
"You're such a good girl." The pet name made you squirm in his arms, your walls clenching around him multiple times as you whined out a plea. You were right there, but he beat you to it.
"Oh fuck- I'm coming-" his pace slightly stuttered "I'm gonna fuck you full of my cum again-" and with that, he emptied himself into you, filling you up deliciously in that position. You almost felt his cock in your throat again while he was still throbbing inside you.
You wouldn't be surprised if you could see his bulge through your stomach.
"You didn't come." He stated while looking at you sternly, "but that's not a problem. Whores like you get rewarded if they behave."
You mewled at his degradation, tightening once again your pussy around his cock, making him hiss and curl up towards you, but that didn't stop him. He kept fucking you setting aside the pain mixed with pleasure he was feeling, whimpering praises and degradations in your ear. You didn't know what to do anymore, your mind was in a hazy state and he hitting your spongy spot didn't help either.
Sniffles and moans were leaving your lips again, "Hyuck- I'm-" you tried to warn him, but the knot in your belly broke again and abruptly, not giving you time to realize it was really squirt, how you supposed earlier, that came out of your body.
That, was a result of how badly he could mess up with your body and mind. And you liked that.
Your incredibly amount of slickness drenched everything around you, including you and a content him. And with that he came again, too overstimulated for his own likes, but he wouldn't have complained if he had the chance to witness that afresh.
"Do that again but on my face please."
"Next thing I'll do is kicking you in your ribs."
He mocked you high-pitching his voice, but he proceeded to pull out of you with his finally softening member, and he dragged you down so you could lay your head on your pillow right in front of him, face-to-face still soaking all wet and breathless, your bodies screaming at you for a shower and a couple of glasses of water.
He plonked his free arms around your torso, bringing you closer to him, your chests and noses now touching softly, you giggled while looking in his eye, finding him already looking at yours with a silly expression on his face, was all that sex enough to make him a different person or what, he was literally calling you a slut seconds earlier. You shook your head, still smiling like a fool, and you pecked at his lips, lingering for a little longer on his lips you were starting to love excessively.
He pecked at your lip this time, biting softly your bottom one before he pulled apart, "Cat got your tongue?" An eyebrow raised at you.
"Shut up before I pee on you." In amusement you rolled your eyes at him, while standing up, heading trembling to your bathroom.
"Actually, you already did tha-"
"Lee Donghyuck!" You screamed from outside your door with your hands in your hair, stressed (not really) again by his antics.
He made a little run to catch up with you, swiftly picking you up much to your surprise, carrying you bridal style.
"Let's take the aftercare in the shower, my love." He grinned down at you while you steadily held onto him.
Your eyes went out of your sockets, making you choke on your own saliva, "your what?!"
"Nothing!"
And your hand tugged on his hair, making him yelp out of pain.
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The next morning the ringing of a phone, echoed between the walls of your room.
You were a light sleeper, that was why you heard the phone firstly, but you noticed it wasn't your ringtone, so you quickly kicked in the shin the man that was sleeping next to you in your bed.
You thanked god again, 'cause you remembered to turn the AC on before you and Donghyuck could fall asleep as soon as you came back from the shower last night. And yes, that implied that the guy was sleeping soundly anchored to you, and without the AC on, you surely would have gone to sleep in your backyard.
"Donghyuck." You grunted in a hoarse voice.
No response.
You shoved him with your leg out of your bed, letting him hitting the floor, and he cried out in pain, again.
"Your phone." You simply said to him, and with that you saw him sprinting towards his jeans lying on the floor in front of him, searching frantically for the device in his pockets with his messy hair in all the directions, making you almost laugh at him.
"Hello?" His voice was hoarse too, so he cleared his throat while rubbing his eyes to wake up at least a little bit.
"No, I- Johnny I can explain-" he said hurriedly, "actually, I can explain to you, but don't tell Kun-" it was funny watching him walking around your room in panic, trying to save his own ass with his friends, with his hirers.
"What do you mean he wants to fire me?!" He squealed with his free hand in his hair.
His dick was dangling with each of his movements, making you try to suppress your laugh in your pillow.
"But- he can't! Well no, yes- I know he can-" he wails walking in circle, "but I'm the best among all other employees even if I disappeared from work last night-" he tried to sugarcoat his friend, but it was ineffectual. The call ended, and a cute pout appeared on his face. You sweared you could've kissed it off of him under different circumstances.
"Now I am jobless." He said puffing his cheeks, throwing himself on the bed, precisely on you.
You dramatically gasped for air while patting his head, which it was on your chest, and he was looking up at you, still with that pout on his lips.
"Now all I have left is my girlfriend." Now, you were gasping for air for real, 'cause that took you off guard, but not in a negative way. You actually took a moment to think about the man on top of you: aside from the first meeting went all the way down, you indeed realized that he was the only one, not counting your best friends, that were able to take your bull by the horns. He always had something up his sleeve to make you laugh and flatter at the same time. The way he took care of you, even with small gestures, made you fall for him quickly, plus his fun and witty ass was a relief for your monotonous course of life, so maybe he would put a twist to it.
"Ask me properly Lee Donghyuck." You feigned annoyance at him, when instead, you were more than on a cloud-nine.
"Y/n," he took a moment to elaborate his thoughts, he already screwed up his job, he didn't want to screw up with you too. "Could you give me the honor of calling you my girlfriend?" With his eyes full of hope he kept staring at you, with his heart pounding in his ears. He was about to faint from the anxiety, he could feel it.
"Of course I'll be your girlfriend, you silly dumbass." You never smiled so widely in your whole life, and placing both of your palms on his cheeks, you kissed him like time didn't existed, making his ear flush both for your final response and the breathtaking kiss.
Needless to say that you guys stayed a little longer on your bed, kissing like teenagers do in high school.
"Hey," he tried to say casually after sharing the last kiss.
"Oh no."
"I was thinking-"
"Oh no." You repeated dramatically, like something catastrophic was about to happen.
"Can you not?!"
"I'm sorry, it actually surprises me that you can think," you raised your shoulder, curling his already curly hair in your fingers.
"Now I think I'm just gonna go non-verbal on you."
"I was kidding baby, go ahead," your tone softened.
"Could you hire me, perhaps?" He said with a hopeful and devilish smirk.
Again, you took a moment to think about his offer, and you in fact needed one more hand at work, 'cause you were all alone in there, and sometimes you really wished you had an employee to help you out with the stocks in the back, o simply in the store sharing your tasks with one another. And having your boyfriend working and staying with you everyday? It was like a dream came true.
"Hell, no."
You just were as bad as him.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: hi! this is actually my first fic ever, which has been on my mind for far too long, so i thought it was time to publish it. even tho i was (still am*) too insecure to do that fr, my obsession with haechan motivated me to do so ((mj's absolutely one of my favorite artists, so i couldnt help but choose one of his songs as a title for my first hyuck's fic)). Also, my mental health's at it again so i considered writing to distract myself from it at least a little bit, hope you can appreciate my efforts! Plus ik it's pretty basic-, but w time ill def get better at this! An honorable mention n a massive thank u goes to my bae @mrkis , i wouldnt be here without her. I love you a lot dude, im being ffr. Feedbacks n reblogs r highly appreciated! Hoping yall enjoyed ur reading♡.
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Groceries are Overrated — ldh
‣ pairing: supermarket worker!haechan x customer!reader
‣ genre: fluff, strangers-to-lovers?, sorta slice-of-life
‣ wc: 5.6k
‣ summary: After multiple encounters, you develop a crush on the boy working at your local supermarket. And who knows? Maybe the feeling is mutual.
‣ warnings?: nothing too bad I think!, mentions of hyuck breaking his pinky finger LMAO, jokes of plans to stalk/kidnap (false accusations)
‣ an: uhhhh tell me how I made an entire fic that’s set in a mf grocery store (˶x     x˶);; it genuinely was only supposed to be like 2k or less,, this is how u know that I romanticize EVERYTHING (sigh imagine how easy life would be if situations like these existed)
‣ taglist: @flowerjun @mosviqu
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Your roommate, Karina, had the knack of sending you out to the grocery store against your will. In fact, you couldn't even recall how many times it had occurred in the last month. It feels like you’ve dropped by the store every day on the way home and you’re beginning to think that the employees believe you’re crazy.
But, in all honesty, you couldn’t blame her. After all, no one could resist the taste of your cooking and baking.
So here you were, moving up and down the seemingly endless aisles of the store on a mission to locate cream of tartar for your meringue cookies. 
It was odd because you’d usually find the powder alongside the sugars and spices in a bag or container like salt and pepper. Today, it was nowhere to be found, not even the price tag stuck to the shelves that indicated that it was there, just not in stock.
You sigh and slowly make your way down the aisles, laying your eye on every single item sitting on the shelves. Other customers looked at you like you were crazy, occasionally stretching your neck or lowering yourself into a squatting position just to view the bottom shelves. But at this point, you honestly could not give two shits if you looked looney.
“Did you lose something?” A pair of feet appear in front of you in the middle of your squat. You freeze and look up to see an employee looking down at you. He looks like he’s trying not to laugh, “I’ve seen you go up and down the store like… a lot of times.” 
Your eyes widen and laugh sheepishly. Standing up, you shake your head, “Um, actually I was looking for the cream of tartar! I can’t… seem to find it.”
“In the cereal section?” 
Now that you’re up and standing, you get a better look of the worker in front of you and you recognize him as one of the newer employees of the store. You can only say this with full confidence because you’ve been acquainted with a majority of the staff and most, if not, all were older than forty. This employee, you would say, was around your age. You take a quick glance at his name tag and read it. 
Donghyuck.
“You never know!” You laugh again, this time wishing that the ground would just swallow you whole before the (actually really cute) boy could reply to you. How could you embarrass yourself like this?
Donghyuck lets out a short snort, “It’s in aisle six, you know, with the sugars and spices?” 
It takes you a second to realize that you’re currently in aisle 23. “I looked! I swear it wasn’t there!”
He grins, “Then let me take you.” 
The boy begins walking away from you and you trail not too far behind him. If Donghyuck miraculously brings you to the cream of tartar, you’re going to think that the universe is against you.
He walks about three paces in front of you, strides slightly longer than yours. Although you both did not know each other, you found it a bit awkward walking in silence. “Just a random thought but are you a new worker here?”
Donghyuck slows down and turns to look at you, playing off of your question, “What are you, the owner of this place?” 
“No,” You shake your head and laugh, “I just know a lot of the employees here because I go here a lot.” 
“Ah, makes sense,” Donghyuck hums, “I just started working here last week. My grandma works here and I needed extra money so she got me this job.” 
You make a sound of acknowledgment. This time, you decide to joke, “Ohhh, so you’re a nepo baby! So what do you do? Roam the aisles?” 
He gives you a look, but it’s quickly wiped off of his face when he goes to answer you, “I sorta do everything, so if you do go here a lot, you’ll be seeing me everywhere—ah, here we are.” Donghyuck shuffles over to the rows of spices and uses his finger to follow his place. 
“See, it’s not—”
“Found it!” Donghyuck bends down and snatches a bag of cream of tartar. Then, he turns to hand it over to you, the corners of his lips sitting high on his cheeks. 
“Thanks,” you say, unsure of how to end the interaction.
“You’re welcome,” Donghyuck nods, “Well, it was nice meeting you, loyal customer, but I have to go back to whatever I was doing. I’ll see you around!” Before you even get to bid him goodbye, Donghyuck spins on the balls of his feet and starts making his way back to the last aisles.
You’re left thinking how you actually hope to see more of him.
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It’s once in a blue moon that you go to the grocery store for a reason other than ingredients and food. Today, you’re set on finding a plant or two to liven up your apartment. The only problem was you genuinely did not know what plant best suited you and Karina.
You have your phone out, searching up the plant names you can barely read from the name tags. Being that you were in the garden centre of the store, the sun was beating down against your forehead and you’re really wishing that you can find some plants and leave so you can get back to your air-conditioned home. 
Your goal was to find a plant that could thrive without direct sunlight, given that your apartment didn’t receive sunlight all day, and one that might be a bit neglected due to yours and Karina’s busy schedules.
Francee Hosta. You read, a flowering perennial plant. Lavender blooms in the late Summer. Grows tall, 28 inches. Great for landscaping and can fill empty space well. Best in part to full shade.
“Good competitor,” you say under your breath. Mentally, you put a star on the plant and move on, hoping to gather as many options as you can. You’re not even halfway down the entirety of the garden centre so you’re fully confident that you’ll find one, but you just wish that it was actually easier finding the plant you wanted.
You move on, positioning yourself right beside the next plant you intend to research. It resembled a small aloe vera, only each ‘leaf’ was adorned with white stripes. From where you stood, the plant's name tag remained frustratingly out of sight, perched on top of the high racks. 
Letting out a frustrated groan, you stretch yourself as much as you can, reaching for the plant. Balancing on your tippy toes, you strain to touch the pot's glass edge, but it remains just out of your fingertips' reach. 
Before you can fully process the situation, a hand swiftly reaches for the same pot, snatching it away from you, “A zebra plant?”
Falling back on your heels, you turn to find Donghyuck holding the small plant in his hands, “Out of all the plants here, you want a zebra plant?” He holds it out for you to take, which you only do because you’re thrown off by his sudden appearance.
You completely ignore his question and ask him one of your own, “You again?” 
“Like I said, I do a bit of everything,” Donghyuck shrugs, “Wait, but I work here, I should be asking you that question.” 
“I’m trying to look for like two houseplants,” you say, “What’s the problem with zebra plants?” You frown at the poor plant in front of you, getting attacked for absolutely no reason.
“Nothing, there’s just way better ones than it,” Donghyuck snickers. 
You frown, “Well, since you seem to know more about plants than me, can you help me?” You turn to place the plant back. But when Donghyuck notices this, he quickly takes it out of your hands and places it back onto its spot. 
“Of course, of course,” he smiles. And just like a few days before, he starts leading you down the garden centre, eyeing the plants, “Well, what sort of plant are you looking for?”
You explain everything to him, “But I think I prefer smaller plants since my place has limited space.” 
He hums and files through his limited knowledge of plants, “I actually don’t know.”
“I thought you knew things about plants!” Your blink at him, mouth agape, “Why did you even ask me what I was looking for if you didn’t know what I was even talking about?”
Donghyuck rolls his eyes, “I do but because of the tags.” He reaches over and plucks out the name tags you’ve been using to do research on. Then he flips it around revealing a bulleted list of the plant’s features, “I was going to help you look for one.” 
How the hell did you not see the list in the first place?
“What the fuck,” you say, “That’s been there this whole time?”
“You’re telling me you haven’t been using these to pick the plants out!?” Donghyuck sucks his teeth and shakes his head as if he was disappointed in you. 
You defend yourself, huffing, “To be fair they’re not as visible as they should be.”
Donghyuck hums, “The more you know. How ‘bout I start over there and you continue from where I found you and we meet in the middle?”
You nod, “Sounds good to me.”
The two of you take about half an hour looking for plants, taking the job more seriously than it actually was. You could already predict that one out of the two plants may possibly be dead in two weeks, but it’s the thought that counts. 
“Okay,” Donghyuck approaches you with a plant in hand. Its leaves spill out of the pot, connected to the long, growing stems, “I think this one would be pretty. It’s one of those plants you can hang from the ceilings and it matches what you’re looking for.” 
You take the plant from him and hold it up, taking in its appearance, “I actually like it. I’ll take this one.” 
He nods and takes it back, “Did you find one?” 
You nod, too, showing him the plant you had chosen but sat on a nearby platform, “It looks like an average plant but it should do. Thanks for the help by the way.”
“It’s no problem,” Donghyuck shrugs, “This is the most boring position yet.”
The two of you start walking toward the entrance back into the actual store, passing by other customers, “Really? How many other positions have you worked?”
“This and the one from the other day,” Donghyuck snorts.
You’re genuinely surprised with how well you and Donghyuck can converse despite only meeting once before this. But you like to think it’s a skill you picked up from speaking to the other workers, “You’re kidding.”
“I’m really not,” he shakes his head, “Boring-est so far.” 
Once you two reach the entrance, he halts, “I’ll see you around?” Donghyuck realizes he’s still holding one of your plants and he gingerly hands it over to you. 
“You know it.”
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Karina’s grip around your wrist is so tight that you feel the circulation failing to reach your fingertips. She’s dragging you down the sidewalk, walking at pace way too fast from your usual, “I promise you I’ll be quick. You can just sit at those benches at the front if you want.”
You groan, taking into account the fact that Karina’s begged one too many times to go to the grocery store with her, “Fine. But if you take longer than ten minutes, I’m leaving.” You can’t say no to your best friend completely, not when you know that her time of month’s coming up and she needs to stock up for her cravings and toiletries. 
“Wait, no! I need you to help me carry stuff,” Karina pouts. You both reach the front entrance and now she’s stopped, not ready to go in until she’s satisfied with a plan. 
You sigh, but in a loving way, almost as if you were a mom giving in to her kid’s wants, “Fine. I’ll wait for you.”
She lights up and claps, “Great! Okay you can sit and just wait until I’m about to go for cash.”
You nod, watching her jog in and leaving you to dawdle in not long after. 
“Hello! Good afternoon!”
It was almost a jumpscare hearing that voice, not expecting it to be the first thing you would encounter walking in. Usually the greeter was an older man who was working part-time despite retiring from his old job, but today, it was the very same boy you’ve run into during your two previous visits.
“A greeter?” You snort. 
Donghyuck puts his arms up in defense, “I told you I did everything.”
“Yeah but I didn’t think greeter would be part of that list.” Suddenly, you forget about your desire to sit at the metal bench by the bathrooms.
“Me neither, but here I am,” he shrugs, “What are you doing here?” The question was odd because it’s one you wouldn’t normally ask customers at a supermarket, but Donghyuck thinks it’s perfectly okay to ask you the question because it was your third time that week going to the store.
“My roommate needs things,” you say simply, “Is this position better than the plants?”
“I get to stand here and do basically nothing,” Donghyuck nods, eyes widening, “I get why Mr. June likes it.” 
“Where is he anyway?” You question.
Shrugging, Donghyuck leans against the high counter he was standing behind, “Personal day or something? I’m not too sure.” 
You hum, “Well at least he’s getting the break he needs.”
There’s a brief silence before Donghyuck gasps, brows escalating to the top of his forehead, “I just remembered!”
“Remembered what?” You don’t recall anything that you and Donghyuck have spoken about. 
“This is… weird? But I’ve never asked you for your name,” Donghyuck points out. It’s just now that you realized that he actually hasn’t asked for your name. You both just started speaking to each other as if you knew each other, so introducing yourself never even crossed your mind, “I mean… I think you know mine because of my name tag, but I don’t know yours.”
You narrow your eyes at him, “What if this is some ploy for you to stalk me?” You playfully take a step back and eye him down, “And what if your name isn’t really Donghyuck?”
“I’m not gonna stalk you,” Donghyuck he whines, “And my name really is Donghyuck! You can ask my grandma!”
You let out a laugh and sigh, “I know, I was joking. My name’s Y/N.” 
Before Donghyuck can process everything, he gasps, “Are you the Y/N grandma talks about?” He brings his hand up to his head and runs his hand through his hair, “The Y/N that had to bake for practically an entire village of people?”
“So your Grandma is Mrs. Lee?” You don’t know if it’s a good or bad thing that your heart warms up at the fact that Donghyuck was related to Mrs. Lee, who was probably the sweetest lady you’ve ever met. 
You think it was good because Donghyuck seemed to be close to his grandma, enough for her to get him a job and enough for him to know stories from work—it could really reflect the kind of person Donghyuck was. But now, thinking it through, it could be bad because there was no way you were developing a small crush on a boy you’ve only met twice before today. 
“That’s her,” He nods and allows for a child-like smile to surface on his face, “She’s the best right?”
You almost let out an audible ‘aww’ because of the way you can tell that he was probably a grandma’s boy. You nod, “She is. I should’ve put two and two together.”
His head tilts to the side, “What do you mean?”
“When she’s on cash, she talks about her grandson being a ray of sunshine,” you say. For some reason you suddenly feel shy as you speak to Donghyuck, “She says ‘I just know Hyuckie is going to be such a great man one day!’ I don’t know why it didn’t click that Hyuckie comes from Donghyuck.” 
Donghyuck blushes at the nickname, attempting to use his bangs to hide, “So she talks about me too?” You nod. “I don’t know if that’s good or bad.”
“She hasn’t said anything super embarrassing,” you tease, “The worst one was probably how you were in a rush to get home after an exam just to play video games and you cried cause you broke you broke your pinky. I found it funny but it wasn’t too bad.” 
Donghyuck’s jaw drops in the slightest, “She told you about that?” 
You nod and giggle, “Can I see your pinky?”
“Sorry I don’t usually show it on first dates,” Donghyuck peeks at you at the corner of his eyes and smirks. 
You facepalm, “That sounds so wrong.” You want to laugh but you hold it back, not wanting to give Donghyuck the satisfaction.
“Lee Donghyuck, are you doing your job?” From your right, the voice of Mrs. Lee calls out to her grandson, a delightful blend of playfulness and a touch of seriousness. 
Following the direction, you greet Mrs. Lee with a bow, waving at her before turning back to Donghyuck with hands to your hips, “Yeah, Donghyuck, are you doing your job?”
“Y/N’s distracting me!” He responds in a childlike manner, and Mrs. Lee simply shakes her head in response, a faint smile gracing her lips. As she turns away, you spot Karina waddling down from a cash register with four bags filled to the brim with different things. 
“Y/N!” She calls. She uses her head to gesture to the bags. By this time, she’s standing by the exit, setting two bags down at her feet for you to carry. 
“I have to go,” you say to Donghyuck, “I’ll probably see you the next time I come here, right?”
He nods, “It’s likely.”
“Well, see you Donghyuck!” you turn and wave, “Or should I say, Hyuckie.”
Rolling his eyes, he waves back before quickly flipping you off, but instead of his middle finger, it’s his pinky. You respond with a good-natured shake of your head, gathering the bags in front of you. With a nod to Karina, the two of you make your way out, leaving the lighthearted scene behind. 
“Bye, Y/N.” 
It’s good to finally have a name to your face.
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True to Karina’s suspicions, her period started the day after her cravings. 
And when Karina gets her period, she gets sick. And when she gets sick, you take this as your cue to go to the grocery store to gather ingredients for the special stomach-hugging soup your mom taught you to cook growing up. It was something that you both looked forward to every month despite Karina not being at her best condition.
The produce today wasn’t up to par as it usually was. All were stacked rather messily, making it difficult for you to filter through the veggies. You’re only surprised because in the amount of times you’ve gone to the supermarket, there has not been one day that it organized this poorly. 
“This is like your… fourth time in the last ten days or something?” The voice sounds from behind you, “Just tell me you miss me and go.” 
You turn to see Donghyuck with a cart of banana-filled boxes and it all suddenly makes sense to you, “Why would I miss you?” You turn your attention back to the bok choy sitting to your right and rummage through the pre-filled bags.
“It happens more than you think,” he shrugs, “Reason this time?”
You find a bag that seems pretty good and you plop it into your basket, “My roommate’s sick so I’m making her soup.” 
“Mmm,” Donghyuck hums, “The weather lately has been making me crave hot pot, so soup sounds so good right now.”
“Now you’re making me crave it,” You feel your mouth water at the thought of hot pot on this cool, rainy afternoon and sigh, “But I think my soup’s better than hot pot. Any. Day.”
He scoffs, “I don’t believe you. Nothing can beat hot pot nowadays. Not even kimchi jjigae.” Donghyuck pushes and pulls at the banana cart as if it were a baby in a stroller, “Thank you.”
Your brows furrow, “For what?”
“Now I know what I’m eating for dinner later.” His grin forms a taut line, “Hot pot.” 
You begin making your way to the potatoes, grabbing those thin plastic bags on the way. To your surprise, Donghyuck follows you. You look at him, “Are you sure you aren’t the one who misses me?” “You wish,” he laughs, “I just need to stand still just for one minute at least. Produce clerk has to be the worst. But I do like talking to you.” Donghyuck shifts back and forth on his feet, “Anyway, what is this soup you’re making?” “See you do miss me!” You pick out three decently-sized potatoes and gently drop them into your bag, “It’s a family recipe and it doesn’t really have a name to it. We just call it stomach-hugging soup.”
“There’s a clear difference between me missing you and me liking talking to you,” Donghyuck grumbles, “We barely know each other but it’s just so easy talking to you. That’s why.” The way he nonchalantly says this takes you aback but you try to play it off, this time moving on to some nearby taro roots. 
“Whatever you say, Hyuckie,” you retort. Though he was right. It’s never been this easy for you to talk to someone, better yet, a boy. 
“Hey! That nickname is reserved for special people only!” 
“I’m a special person, aren’t I?” you joke, but quickly wave it off, “Don’t worry, I won’t call you that if you don’t want me to.” 
Repeating your steps from both the bok choy and the potatoes, Donghyuck watches you quietly with a smile that’s so gentle that it would lull a newborn to sleep. You don’t notice this, though, because your mind is distracted by how ungodly big the taro roots are.
“I need to… get back to stacking these bananas but,” Donghycuk gulps, “It would be cool if I could taste this special soup one day.”
You turn to him, and smile, eyes bright at the idea, “Of course. One day.”
He waves and saunters down toward the front of the produce section.
Once he’s gone, you try to make sense as to what Donghyuck was trying to imply. Friends outside of this weird new relationship you both have? Something more than that? You’re not too sure of anything and there was no way you were jumping to conclusions.
Before your thoughts start to eat at you, you shake your head to rid of them all, and along with it, the idea of the small lingering crush (that’s truly starting to develop) on this boy.
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It isn’t until one week later that you return to the supermarket. The reason this time was that you and Karina were truly out of groceries for once (which honestly was not surprising). 
It would be a terrible lie if you said you hadn’t thought of Donghyuck at least once within the last week, wondering how he was doing while constantly being put into different positions at work. You hoped that he wasn’t put onto the floor as a produce clerk like he had been the last time you saw him, both for his sake and for the sake of the store. 
It was late at night when you finally found the time to visit the store, much later than your usual trips. By this hour, the store had bid farewell to the bustling moms and their screaming children, leaving only adults who had dropped by after school or work, much like yourself.
It would also be a terrible lie if you said you weren’t wondering if Donghyuck was here today. 
You grab a rolling basket on the way in, greeting Mr. June when you pass him at the front. You go down the store aisle by aisle while grabbing everything you’ve listed down in your mental list. Occasionally, you brought your phone out to look if you’ve missed any of Karina needed, a screenshot of her text appearing last in your photos. 
You spend an hour or two going through the list, part of which was you comparing two different products to see which one would help you save money. 
Your third terrible lie of the night would be if you said you weren’t jerking your head toward any other person who entered the aisle hoping it would be Donghyuck. 
It was so stupid because this very boy only found out what your name was not too long ago. You’ve only met this boy four other times. And you barely knew anything about him except for the small tidbits you picked up through conversations with him or with Mrs. Lee. 
And this leads you to your fourth (and hopefully, last) terrible lie of the night—that you weren’t disappointed when you didn’t run into Donghyuck during your time at the store. 
You sigh as you load your things onto the conveyor belt, sorting them with pairs or other like things so it would be easier for you to carry everything. In your head, you’re already planning out how you were supposed to carry everything on your own. You’ve done it before, so you can (while harnessing the power of the universe) do it again. 
“This is a lot of stuff.”
You freeze at the voice and you finally look up, finding that Donghyuck was, in fact, your cashier. 
He immediately reads the shock in your facial expression and snorts, “Everything, remember? How’s your night doing?” Donghyuck starts scanning your items, sliding them from one side to the other.
You shrug, “Tiring… Do your shifts usually go ‘til this hour?” 
Donghyuck shakes his head, “Not typically, but I’m filling in for someone today. One of the other employees got sick so I stepped up like the good person I am.” He flashes a proud expression, and you can't help but chuckle at his confidence, “Anyways, where do you live?”
“What?” you laugh nervously, “I swear you suck at hiding your intentions of stalking me.” 
Donghyuck quickly takes back his question, realizing that he worded it all wrong and it being taken out of context was not good look at all. “No no! It’s not that, but…” How can he put this in a non-stalkery way? “My shift is almost done… you have a lot of things to carry… I would like to walk you home?” He cringes at the way it comes out as a question but it’s too late now. 
“Okay, if you’re not going to stalk me,” you think, “What if you kidnap me?”
"I promise, no kidnapping plans here," Donghyuck replies with a playful grin. "I'm a certified good guy, I swear!" Unbeknownst to you, he intentionally slows down his scanning, making sure that he has more time to chat with you (just in case you didn’t agree to his proposal). It's been a week since he last saw you, and this supermarket seems to be the only place where you both get a chance to talk. Besides, there was no one else in line.
There’s this very feeling in your chest that’s practically yelling at you to trust him, so you do, “It’s about two blocks down. It’s not too far, it’s a good eight minute walk.”
“I’ll meet you at the front then?” 
Not even ten minutes later, Donghyuck meets you right where he suggested. He isn’t wearing the vest the employees wore as uniforms. Instead, he’s thrown on a dark hoodie. He picks up your bags, “Let me take those for you~” 
“Didn’t see you coming,” you say, “I can carry one, you know.” You can't deny feeling a hint of nervousness. This marked the first time you were going to interact with Donghyuck beyond the supermarket setting. It's hard not to wonder if your dynamic is shifting from a mere employee-customer relationship to something more meaningful—even if it was just a friendship.
“It’s okay, I insist,” Donghyuck smiles, “Let’s go! Lead the way.”
You stand up and you lead him out the door. You begin taking your route home and Donghyuck quickens his steps to keep up with you, “So, what you’ve been up to the past week?”
A pleasant breeze blows past you both and you turn your head to reply to him just as you’re stopped at a red light, “I’ve just been busy with school and some other responsibilities. I only found time to go to the store after school today.”
“Ah, your load must be heavier than mine,” Donghyuck makes a sound of recognition, “I only have morning classes and then I’m free for the day.” 
“You’re lucky,” you laugh, “Mine usually runs the whole day because my faculty’s suckass at scheduling… but it is what it is, I guess.”
The light switches and you’re both allowed to cross. There are only a few cars waiting to go, which emphasizes how late in the night it actually is. “Well at least you’re holding up,” Donghyuck grins, “You still have time for cooking and what not.”
You nod, “That’s true, you’re right.” 
The conversation between you two unfolds with familiar ease, similar to your convos at the supermarket. Donghyuck brings up Mrs. Lee, questioning about how you came to know his grandmother. You share your story with him, detailing the moments and conversations that led to your connection.
“Are you close with your grandma?” You ask out of curiosity.
“She practically raised me because my parents were mostly out at work,” Donghyuck explains, “Now that she’s a little bit older, I still go over to her place and help around the house. She’s at retirement age, but she likes being busy. So I let her be busy at work and tell her to relax when she’s at home.”
Your heart swells at Donghyuck’s relationship with Mrs. Lee and a slight surge of emotion wells up within you. It really wasn’t helping with the crush you were trying to conceal, not when Donghyuck seemed like a genuinely great guy. 
“I think that’s really sweet of you.” You feel the corners of your mouth rise to your cheekbones, “I bet she appreciates it. She seems to really love you, so there’s no doubt that she does.” 
You finally reach your place and Donghyuck realizes this when you slow to a halt. He can't help but feel a tinge of disappointment that your place isn't farther from the store. Nevertheless, he holds onto the hope that he'll have more opportunities to walk you home in the future. 
You retrieve your bags from his hands and you don’t notice the way his breath hitches at your proximity. “Thanks for walking me home and carrying my bags. Are you fine getting home?” 
Donghyuck nods, “I actually live pretty close, believe it or not, so don’t worry about me. I’ll see you around?” It seems like this was something you’ve been saying to each other a lot.
“Of course and thank you again,” you say, “Goodnight, Donghyuck.”
“Goodnight, Y/N.”
As you begin to turn away, Donghyuck's gaze lingers on you. Despite it not being your last encounter with him, in that moment, a sense of urgency washes over him, realizing that this might be a pivotal moment. It feels like this decision could only be made now or never.
“Wait!” He calls out. It comes out embarrassingly louder than intended. He swears he could hear his voice echo down the street. 
You pause and turn to face Donghyuck, looking back at him curiously, "Yeah?" There are so many thoughts running through your head, only you couldn’t pick them out for the life of you. 
Donghyuck starts jogging to catch up with you, his footsteps rhythmically hitting the pavement. "I... actually have a question," he says, his voice slightly breathless. "It's been on my mind for the past week."
You meet his gaze with an expectant look, raising your eyebrows and giving a nod, encouraging him to continue.
“This sounds weird but,” his palm finds the nape of his neck and he’s suddenly (extremely) nervous to even be standing in front of you, “I think I like you… and I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date some…time? It’s okay if no, but I just figured that since we get along well that it was worth try—”
“I would love to.” 
“Wait, really?”
“Yes, really,” you retort, giggling under your breath, “I’m actually kinda relieved you made the first move.”
A rush of excitement surges through Donghyuck, and he's almost overwhelmed with the urge to jump for joy, “I’ll plan something out and let you know, if that’s okay? I didn’t think I would actually get this far.” He feels his cheeks heat up out of embarrassment.
“Take your time,” you snort, “I’ll be looking forward to it.”
“Okay! I promise you I will not disappoint!” he exclaims, “Goodnight, Y/N. For real this time.” 
You offer a wordless response, shuffling closer to Donghyuck before rising onto your toes to plant a gentle peck on his cheek.
“Goodnight, Donghyuck.”
(And you best know Donghyuck went home that night skipping, excited to tell his grandma everything the next day.) 
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yougotthatbilly · 9 months
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→ member: lee donghyuck  → genre: friends to lovers!au | fluff | smut → playlist: eyes off you x prettymuch, attention x shinee, curiosity x nao →word count: 6.8k → warnings: pining, praise, teasing, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (discussed), hand holding aka soft sex ↳summary: your curiosity reaches its peak when it comes to your best friend, who you happen to be in love with
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Summer is right around the corner and the weather shows it, the sun high and bright in the sky with temperatures hitting the low eighties when just last week it was in the mid sixties. The light breeze feels good on your skin, ruffling the skirt of your dress, but it does nothing to bring you back into the moment. 
Cheek in hand, you’ve spaced out, gaze caught on the side profile of your best friend’s face. It’s only been a week, but the sun has already kissed his skin, his golden tone coming back from being washed out by the winter. Your eyes trace the slope of his nose to the plumpness of his pretty lips, which are moving quickly as he recalls a conversation he had with Jaemin that you guess is relevant to the one he and Chaeryeong are having. 
Brown eyes drift over to you, and when Donghyuck catches your gaze, he winks cheekily at you, the conversation going uninterrupted. He’s gotten used to being a focal point when you zone out, and there’s a fifty-fifty chance that if it weren’t for the fact he was so deep into what he’s talking about, he would’ve teased you about it. But Chaeryeong calls you out for him when they get to a stopping point. 
“Honey.” She snaps her fingers inches away from your face, laughing when you blink a few times and tune back into reality. “You good?” 
“Yeah,” you sigh, taking a long sip of your milk tea. “Just tired.”
“You wouldn’t be so tired if you didn’t binge that stupid show instead of getting some sleep,” Donghyuck mumbles. He flinches dramatically when you pretend to throw your phone at his head. “Just saying.”
“I had to know if the baby was his or not before going to sleep.”
“And now you have luggage under your eyes,” he responds flatly, the corner of his mouth quirking up at the look of offense he receives. Leaning over to pinch your cheek gently, he backpacks his statement, “Still the prettiest girl I know, though.”
Chaeryeong frowns. “You never compliment me like that.” 
“Pretty sure I’d get my ass beat if I even look at you too long.” Donghyuck laughs, leaning back into his metal chair, but not before swiping your drink from your hand. His own beverage is only halfway gone, but he always wants to try whatever you’re having because it’s typically very different from his order. “But you’re alright, I guess.”
“I mean, I would be possessive over me, too.” She exhales in amusement, ignoring the latter part of his words. Gesturing herself from head to toe, she says, “Do you see me?”
You hum, nodding. “I’d hit.”
She smirks, wiggling her brows before her eyes light up like she just remembered something.
“Speaking of,” she sing-songs. “Are you still talking to that one guy?”
“You’re gonna have to be more specific than that, babe.”
Rolling her eyes, she slouches into her seat, conjuring up the details for you to know who she’s talking about. “The one that sent you a selfie and said ‘your throne awaits you.’”
Donghyuck scoffs, unimpressed.
“I entertained him for like a day before I unmatched. I thought I told you that.”
“Nope,” she shakes her head before pouting. “He was cute.”
You snort. “He was a horny weirdo. I thought Hinge was supposed to be better than Tinder.”
“All dating apps are the same,” Donghyuck says disinterestedly, biting the tip of your straw with his front teeth as he looks down at whatever is on his phone screen. 
“Chaeryeong got lucky.”
As if her boyfriend sensed your words, Chaeryeong’s phone rings. The scrape of the metal chair against concrete is sharp and quick as she stands before she gathers her bag and boba. Holding a finger up to the two of you, she answers the call and scurries off in the direction of her car. 
You snatch your drink from Donghyuck mid-sip, blowing a kiss in response to his glare. Finishing your milk tea, you glance at your watch, seeing it’s half an hour away from the time you planned on going to the library to get some work done undisturbed. 
“Are you going to your seven o’clock tonight?” you ask.
“Yeah, I ran out of absences,” he grumbles. “Why?”
You shake your head. “I’ll just ask Jaemin to get me.”
“Or you can just wait until I get out?” he almost questions, tone as if his solution is the only logical one. “You going to the library?” 
“Yeah, but I doubt I’ll need to be there past nine.”
-
The scent of books collecting dust is comforting, as well as the silence around you, which are the main reasons you don’t mind the fact that you’ve been in the library longer than necessary, your laptop shut, untouched for the past half hour as you scroll on your phone aimlessly. You sigh, switching from Instagram to Twitter, adjusting your folded legs to take some of your weight off of them and lean more onto the arm on the one seater lounge chair. Nothing is entertaining on social media right now, so you go to Hinge to check your messages.
“Ready?” Your favorite voice asks in your ear, startling you. Your best friend grins down mischievously at you when you whip your head over your shoulder, his handsome face close enough for your nose to almost brush his own. You drop your phone in your lap to raise your hand, but he catches it before the impact comes to press a kiss to your knuckles, and your heart flutters in your chest. “Come on, the weather is dropping.”
Donghyuck walks around you to pack your bag up, getting the task done in the time it takes you to stand and slide into your shoes. Bag slipped over his shoulder, he gives the area a brief inspection before walking in the direction of the exit.
“Could’ve been in bed by now,” you sigh, falling in step with him. It’s known you could’ve easily called Jaemin like you initially said you would, but Donghyuck’s company is always welcomed, always appreciated, even when you have to wait after your responsibilities are taken care of just because of his night class. 
Donghyuck throws an arm around your shoulders and pulls you into his side, smiling a smile that shows he knows you’re just complaining for the sake of it. “You can be in my bed now.”
“Lucky me,” you deadpan, groaning in faux anguish at the way he squeezes you in retaliation. “You’ll make it up to me with some food and cuddles though, right?”
“I dunno if I like you enough for all that.”
With an unbelieving hum, you return his half embrace with an arm around his waist, listening as he tells you about the deer he saw walking across the street on his way to come get you. Five minutes later, you’re kicking your shoes off by his front door before you make yourself comfortable on his kitchen counter, sure to stay out of the way while Donghyuck whips something quick up for the pair of you.
“I matched with a cute guy earlier,” you tell him to fill in the silence, feet swinging gently. Long periods of quiet time are comfortable with him, but you’re feeling chatty and also don’t know how to go about said guy. A noncommittal hum is your response, his attention on chopping up some vegetables. “He’s kinda boring, though. Feels like I’m carrying the conversation on my back.”
“Then stop talking to him?” Donghyuck so helpfully supplies. 
“Haven’t replied since this afternoon.” You watch as your best friend slides the chopped veggies into the hot pan on the stove, the oil and produce making a hissing sound that fills in the gap of silence. “He seems like a cool guy, so I wanna give him a fair shot.”
“If that’s what you wanna do.”
You squint at the back of his head. 
“You’re judging,” you accuse. The disinterested tone, the lack of eye contact. His responses aren’t authentic at all. At your call out, he turns to you, brow lifted. 
“I’m not,” he responds unconvincingly before shrugging. “I told you it’s a waste of time and you just keep proving me right.”
He avoids your foot that aims for his thigh and catches it while it’s still mid-air, just barely tugging you forward in retaliation but with enough force to scare you. Your panic makes him laugh deeply as he steps into the space between your legs with a mocking pout that mirrors the one you’re sporting. Hands on either side of your body, flat against the granite countertop, Donghyuck puts his weight on his arms, leaning into your bubble even more. 
“Just try talking to him on the phone or FaceTime,” he suggests softly, back to his serious self, head tilted to the side. He knows you weren’t just bringing the situation up in passing. He’s one of the main people you go to when you can’t decide what next step to take on your own. “For all you know, the love of your life could just be a bad texter.”
Your fingers find their way up to absentmindedly play with the chain that dangles from his neck as you take a deep, but subtle inhale, breathing in his warm scent. Matching his soft tone, you say, “Him being the love of my life is a bit much, don’t you think?”
It’s really more of a pastime and entertainment thing being on a dating app. He knows this, but he doesn’t quite understand the extent of why, and the less he knows right now, the better. You’re okay with waiting a while longer before telling him. Even when small, intimate moments like these are so bittersweet. 
“You’re right.” He hums, nodding. Brown eyes bounce between both of yours before they quickly dip down to your mouth. “That spot’s reserved for me.” 
And with a parting wink, he pushes himself up and spins to tend to the dinner sizzling away, your hand dropping pathetically back down to your lap. 
You stare at Donghyuck’s back, watching his shoulder blades move as he cooks before you take a long blink, taking your mind out of the previous moment. You grab your phone and message Jeno, ignoring what he said last in favor of asking if he wants to talk on the phone and for his number. It allows you to distract yourself from the thoughts that try to arise. 
The verdict is that Jeno is not only a bad texter, but an incredibly bad conversationalist in general. You wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt (again), seeing that it was the first time being on a call, but the second attempt was just as bad. His responses to your questions were very straight forward, no detail when describing his job or major, or hobbies. No banter, no jokes, nothing. You assume he doesn’t have to put in much effort when it comes to pulling women because he’s attractive and most people like a laid back guy. 
As soon as you hang up, you go into the dating app and unmatch with Jeno. 
And of course, when you were just going to take the loss and sweep it under the rug, your best friend asks about it a couple days later.
“So how did the phone call with the love of your life go?” Initially, you pretend to not hear him, choosing to give all of your attention to placing herbs into the bowl that was just set in front of you. You then squeeze some sauce on top, humming a quiet tune under your breath. “That bad, huh?”
You glance up at him finally, Donghyuck sporting a knowing grin, and roll your eyes.
“Tell me about it,” he presses, slouching back in his seat, all of his attention being given to you. 
“He’s like a donut you thought was filled with cream or jam only to bite into nothing but dough.”
He snorts, biting the inside of his lips to keep the laughter in. You’ll never understand the joy he feels when meeting someone new is a failure for you. “You sure know how to pick ‘em, huh.”
“Don’t start,” you warn non-threateningly. But of course he doesn’t listen.
“You probably have the worst taste in men. No one is beating your ex, though.” He winces theatrically. “Yikes.”
You scoff, knowing he’s absolutely correct about your track record, but choose to deflect. “You would’ve found a way to disapprove even if he was perfect.” 
“I mean, if a guy can’t do more for you or treat you better than I do, I’m not going to approve,” Donghyck says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Just wasting your time.”
“You don’t even give me everything I need.”
Now he’s offended and you’re confused at why.
“What don’t I give you?” 
Extending a finger with each example you give him, you list, “Sensual love, romance, sex.”
Friendship and genuine love that you want from relationships, platonic or romantic, are covered for sure, but that’s it (okay, and maybe you two teeter on the line of sensual love, according to Chaeryeong). You don’t expect your best friend to give you those things, but you surely wouldn’t mind. That’s neither here nor there, though.
“I would if you’d let me.”
Head tilted, you squint, masking the fact your stomach dips. Sometimes he can be a little too convincing. 
“Can you be serious for once?”
“I’m deadass.” 
There’s a silent staring contest that takes place for at least a minute before he looks like he’s going to laugh, then the noise comes from his chest because you pout. 
“You’re an idiot.” you deadpan.
“Yet you considered it,” Donghyuck lilts, attention back on the pho steaming in front of him. He twists some noodles into his spoon, puts some meat and bean sprouts on top then slurps the food into his mouth. 
“I mean, if you eat pussy like that I might actually consider–”
His chews come to a slow stop. “You can find out if you’re curious.”
“My place or yours?” you ask in a lower octave, leaning forward. His gaze drops from your teeth teasingly biting your lower lip to the cleavage you purposefully put on display, just for him, before his face goes straight. He pushes you out of his face and continues to eat, trying not to join in on your laughter, if the quiver of his lips as he assembles the perfect bite says anything. 
“No but really,” you say once your giggles die out, finally getting to your own bowl. Curiosity killed the cat. You’d rather stop while you’re ahead. “I am coming over later. Got some comp sci work to finish then I’ll head over.”
“What if I had plans?”
“Then you’re going to reschedule them?” You laugh, not taking him seriously. “I shouldn’t be there until around nine, ten the latest. So do whatever you have planned before then.”
“Just let me know when you need me to get you.”
You shake your head, chewing and swallowing your mouthful. “I’m working with Jaemin. He’ll drop me off.”
He squints but chooses to say nothing in return, instead giving a nod of his head.
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Your study session lasts a lot longer than you planned. One, because it’s been a while since you’ve seen Jaemin, so there was a good amount of time in between questions talking about things that have absolutely nothing to do with the material that will be on your exam in a couple of days. Two, because your mind keeps drifting to a conversation you had earlier in the day, specific words repeating in your mind. 
“What’s up with you?” Jaemin asks after catching you zoned out for the nth time tonight. The first couple of times, he simply poked you to get you out of your head and focus on the work ahead, now, he wants to know what’s actually going on up there. “What are you thinking so hard about?”
You shake your head, smiling gently. “Nothing. I’m good.”
His eyes narrow. “Who are you thinking about?”
There’s no way it’s that obvious. 
“No one,” you grumble, shifting in your seat with the intention to focus back on your screen. But then your phone vibrates against the wooden table, and the man of your thoughts is who just texted you. 
[11:01] hyuckie: are you still coming over
You hadn’t even realized the time until just now. 
There’s a moment of hesitation after you pick the phone up to reply to his message, your teeth worrying at your bottom lip as you ponder if you should still go over tonight with where your mind has been drifting for the last several hours. You don’t usually let them get this far, but the words I would if you’d let me have made you spiral essentially. Yes, the two of you are constantly going back and forth and since the very beginning there’s always been flirtation, but something about the way he said that statement, something about those very simple words, have you wondering. 
You feel Jaemin lean into your side to nosily look down at your phone. Not only is the man beside you book smart, he also has great common sense and puts things together pretty quickly. Something you love and despise depending on the moment. And after his next question, your feelings lean towards the latter. 
“Something finally happened between you two?”
There’s also confusion that follows.
“What do you mean?” you ask.
He gives you a look that makes you feel like you’re supposed to know what he’s talking about. And you suppose you do, but you’re not quite sure where he’s coming from. Jaemin rewords his question to, “Is he the reason you’re more spaced out than usual tonight?”
You could lie. You’ve kept how you feel to yourself, not confiding in anyone, especially not mutual friends, but it’s Jaemin. And the look on your face snitches on you, anyway.
“What exactly do you know?” You deflect.
Your response from him is a snort of disbelief before he realizes your question was genuine. “Oh, honey.” There’s a bit of fondness in his tone that makes you feel weird. “I know that you two are ridiculous but it’s entertaining to see you both be so blind to what’s so obvious. I promised to keep my mouth shut, though. I’ve said enough.”
You guess your silence wasn’t enough to hide how you’ve been feeling. You don’t know how to feel about that. A little embarrassed because now you’re just imagining an outsider’s perspective on seeing you be lovesick. But if he’s calling you and Donghyuck blind, your best friend hasn’t a clue. 
Wait. 
Another vibration, this time directly in your hand. 
[11:04] hyuckie: ???
“You promised him that?”
Another look that lets you know that you already know the answer to your question is sent your way. “Let’s get you over there and pick back up tomorrow, hm?”
“But—”
“I’m sure you’ll be able to concentrate better after you situate this with him.”
You squint, but still follow his lead as he packs his book bag, clearing the table.
-
Jaemin waits until you’ve unlocked Donghyuck’s front door and disappeared inside before he heads home, but not before telling you to go for it, vague as ever. He’s told you absolutely nothing, yet somehow really did tell you just enough.
The stove light is the only one on inside, and a quick glance around shows that your best friend has already retired to his room for the night. You make your way to his room, the blue light of his tv flickers from under his door with the volume low. With a deep breath, you open the door and step inside. 
Sat up against the headboard, Donghyuck glances at you from over his specs. He’s shirtless, just lounging in his plaid pajamas and your thoughts only continue to spiral. You rip your gaze away after it lingers for a silent moment.
“Something wrong with your phone?” Is the first thing he says and you shake your head as you set your purse and keys on his desk. “Then why didn’t you let me know you were gonna be late?”
You open the drawer in his dresser designated for you, ready to get out of your clothes and get comfortable. But at the last second, you decide against changing into your own clothes and instead go through the drawer above. You slip out of your dress and into one of Donghyuck’s bigger t-shirts, wanting (needing) the extra comfort, before moving to his desk to put your clothes with the rest of your stuff. 
“Lost track of time.” You shrug, turning to face him and catch his gaze that lingers on the outline of your breasts, sliding down to your bare legs before his eyes lift back to meet yours. “There’s been a lot on my mind today.”
“You okay?” 
He makes a move to scoot to his usual side of the mattress when you approach the bed, but pauses to look at you in confusion when you rest a gentle hand on his thigh to stop his movement. His face shows he doesn’t believe the affirmative hum you give in response to his question, especially since you’ve decided to crawl in between his legs and lay down on top of him with the side of your face resting atop his chest. You can’t say what’s on your mind while looking at him. The words won’t come out. 
His arms reflexively wrap around you, giving you that comfort you needed, making you remember he’s a safe space for you, no matter what. 
“Why is your heart beating so fast?” he asks. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Positive.” Here goes. “I’ve… I’ve just been thinking about something you said.”
The hum Donghyuck lets out to urge you to continue talking vibrates the side of your face in a soothing way. You reach behind you to grab one of his hands and slip your fingers in between his own, lightly pressing your palms together, looking at how perfectly they fit together. Without thought, Donghyuck squeezes your hand and brings it to his mouth, pressing a quick kiss on your knuckles that prevents your next words from coming out. You’re left to watch your joint hands fall beside you atop the mattress.
“Did I hurt your feelings?” He asks when you don’t keep talking. You’re not typically this affectionate unless something is bothering you or you’re drunk, so it’s no surprise that’s his initial thought. “Did I take something too far?”
This time he gets a head shake from you. “I’ve been thinking about what you said at the restaurant earlier…”
“Which part? About your ex? Should I not have brought him up?”
“About my curiosity.”
You may not know the extent of what he’s told your mutual friend, but you can guess that Donghyuck is physically attracted to you at the very least, and even if he doesn’t have romantic feelings, you’re almost positive now that there was truth behind his words from earlier. So, you’ll take what you can get.
It goes silent once again as he thinks about what you’re referring to. Once a few long moments pass, you glance up at him through your lashes, catching the unsure expression he sports. He doesn’t know how to process that, doesn’t know what your vague ass is getting at. 
Your anxiety has dragged this out too far. 
“I’m curious, Hyuck.” When it’s clear he still doesn’t fully believe your words, you sit up and leisurely shuffle your way up his legs until your knees cage his hips in and gently sit down on his lap. An inquiring brow lifts at your new position, yet his free hand slides up from your knee to the middle of your thigh like it belongs there. “You said you’ll give me what I need if I’d let you, right?”
“Right…” He trails off when you guide his hand under his shirt on you in between your legs, giving him an ample amount of time to snatch it away from you, but he doesn’t. His attention goes back and forth between your face and the hand you’re controlling until you cup his hand so he can feel how serious you are, the tips of his fingers lightly pressing against your covered entrance. Both of your breaths hitch, Donghyuck’s nostrils flare, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips, and his fingers tighten around your own. You guess he understands now. “So you want me to eat you out?” 
You nod. Just hearing him ask you so directly makes your hips involuntarily grind down. 
His tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek, putting more pressure behind his fingertips. The beginning of a smile threatens to lift the corner of his mouth at the heavy exhale you release. 
He laughs incredulously, sitting up with his grip now on both of your hips. When you’re lifted off of his lap, you internally panic for a millisecond, thinking you may have misinterpreted where this was going, but then you’re on your back and he’s in between your legs, kneeling before you. 
“And this isn’t a joke?” 
You shake your head.
He crawls back until he lies on his stomach, now at eye level with the wet spot that’s turned the seat of your panties dark. You whimper under your breath at the sight of his face peeking up from between your legs. It’s been a thought more times than you can count, but none of the short lived fantasies that you always forced out of the front of your mind come close to right now, especially the look on his face when he pulls the cotton to the side.
Your best friend groans to himself. “Knew you had a pretty pussy.”
“Please stop talking,” you say around a laugh of embarrassment, though the compliment makes you clench around nothing.
Even though Donghyuck chuckles under his breath, he doesn’t say another word like you expect him to. Instead, he presses open mouthed kisses along your inner thighs before he gives your clit a long, sweet one. His tongue laps long stripes up your slit, coating the wet muscle in your slick before the tip slowly flicks against your nub, up and down in a way that brings a whimper out your chest. He groans again, and then your panties are pulled down your legs quickly before his hands hook behind your knees and open you up for him even more, giving him the space to fully indulge himself. 
Donghyuck eats your pussy in a calculatedly messy way. With the audible moans that slip in between his loud slurps, you realize just how much he’s enjoying himself, that this for his pleasure just as much as it is for yours. Your head falls back and you moan pathetically at the realization and at how he sucks on your clit with the perfect amount of suction, unable to put energy into straining your neck anymore, so you rest against the pillows to continue watching him in awe. 
“Fuck,” you moan, threading your fingers into his hair, needing something to hold onto when a finger breaches your entrance and slowly slides in. One turns into two after a minute, slipping in easily thanks to your arousal and his saliva, his fingertips just barely kissing the sweet spot within you to have you feeling good but craving more. They pump into you at a lazy pace, your best friend’s focus leaning more towards sucking your clit into his mouth and flicking the tip of his tongue up and down the nub in a way that has you pulling his face even closer and canting your lower half up. 
Hips roll in fluid movements to ride his tongue and fingers, fingers gripping his honey colored locks tightly to not only keep him still, but to keep yourself grounded as well. You don’t want to come too soon, but your hips move on their own accord to chase the orgasm that you can already taste. 
But with one last harsh suckle on your clit, Donghyuck comes off of you, a loud smack echoing throughout his room. You let go of his hair begrudgingly, allowing him to come back up and lift your left leg up, hand still hooked under the bend of your knee as he rises up to face you again. He’s looking down at you with so much desire with the bottom half of his face glistening. The change in angle has his fingertips pushing against the spongy spot inside of you rhythmically and your jaw drops, dry pants escaping your mouth in a gradually increasing pace, face scrunched up.
“Right here?”
“Yes,” you repeat like a mantra. orgasm building up faster now, the pleasure and pressure heightening until your walls clamp down on his skilled fingers as he urges you to come for him, voice pitching before it’s just whispers and gasps of the same affirmation and his name. 
“That’s it,” Donghyuck praises, mindfully pressing the tips of his fingers against that spot a bit harder to help you ride out your climax. He wipes his mouth against the fabric covering his shoulder then kisses are pressed to your opened mouth, licks delivered to your lip that hangs low in pleasure. 
Hand gripping the wrist between your thighs, you halt his movements, but tilt your chin up to fully return his kisses, experimental pecks merging into sensual slides before your tongues are acquainted, the taste of you transferring to your mouth. You groan deeply, sucking on his tongue. 
Your free hand firmly grabs his bulge over his pants and you let out an impressed, needy moan at the discovery of how big and heavy he feels in your palm. He laughs, rolling his hips into your hand. 
“You want that, too?”
“Mhm.” Tongues circle around one another leisurely, allowing you to divide your focus on the wet kiss and tugging his pajama pants off, only getting them right under his ass before going back to his hard dick that bobs in anticipation. “Want you inside me.”
You brush your hand across his tip to gather precum then wrap your fingers around his thick cock, dragging your fist up and down. He lets you do this for a while, his breath getting heavier, the harsh breaths fanning against the wetness left on your neck in the wake of his opened-mouthed kisses. Legs wrap around his hips in an attempt to pull his lower body down flush against yours so you can guide him to your entrance and finally feel him inside of you, but your plans are put to a halt just when his tip rubs against your wet slit. 
“Wait a second.”
The complaint on the tip of your tongue is silenced by the peck Donghyuck gives your lips before he pushes himself up and off the bed. Your eyes drink up the sight of him pushing his bottoms all the way down and kicking them aside. 
“Condom?”
You shake your head. He’s sat through your complaints about the effects of the birth control you’re on and the two of you share practically everything with one another, down to test results. You just want him back on top of you and in you with no more barriers, and the message is conveyed by the grabby hands you do, rushing him to come back to you. Chuckling at your antics, Donghyuck complies, bed dipping under his weight. Sat back on his haunches, he spreads your legs back open then pulls you down the bed closer to him, caging his hips in with your legs.
“Grab it.” Eagerly, you reach down in between both of you, licking your dry lips once you feel his weight again. You get to go through with your plan from before he got up, bringing his tip to your fluttering, awaiting hole. Your arousal coats him as you slide the head of his dick up and down your slit, unintentionally teasing yourself and him in the midst of coating him enough for an easy slip in, and he gets a bit impatient, telling you, “go ahead, put it in.”
You do as told, biting your lip at the sensation of him breaching your entrance. 
It’s hard for either of you to look away from where your bodies connect as he gently pushes his hips forward. His thrusts start shallow, only dipping in as far as his tip goes before his hips retract then repeat a few times. 
“Such a pretty, tight pussy,” your best friend praises in a hiss, gradually sinking deeper. “Wanted to feel you for so long.”
Even if you could find the words to say in the midst of pleasure, you can’t really say much because you’ve wanted him like this and more for probably even longer. It doesn’t matter, though, because here you are, underneath him, being looked at like you hung the stars yourself as the expression gets mirrored right back to him. His hands find yours and bring them above your head, fingers interlocking as he presses your joint hands into the pillow, his body leaning down to hover over you in the process. Eyes flicker over your face to find nothing but bliss written over your features.
With a fluid roll of his hips, he’s completely sheathed. You gasp as he curses under his breath, his girth stretching you out so good while your walls suck him in even more. 
“Good?” he asks, already sounding out of breath.
You nod, swallowing thickly, “Mhm.”
“Yeah?” His pace gradually builds, his attention dropping down to how your teeth dig into your bottom lip then further to your breasts that bounce in sync with his thrusts. “Talk to me. Let me know how you feel.”
“Feels good, Hyuck.” you abide easily, the flutter of your eyes and the pinch of the front of your brows only emphasizing your words. “Didn’t know you were this–mm– this big.”
“Want your eyes on me,” he tells you gently, hips slowing down a bit so it’s not as difficult for you to listen and open your eyes for him. You’re sure you could get convinced to do anything he wants when he talks to you in such a tone that makes your heart flutter and stomach knot. ”There you go. Keep those pretty eyes on me, okay?”
Another wave of arousal courses through you, keening in response. Your grip on his hands tighten gradually as Donghyuck rolls his hips harder into yours.
There’s not a single thought behind your glazed over eyes. You’re honestly not even looking at him anymore, more so spaced out because it’s hard to focus on his handsome face with the amount of pleasure he’s making your body feel. The soundtrack of the smacks of skin against skin as well as the slick noises of his dick continuously dipping in and out of you are background noise to both of your bated breaths and moans that slip out shamelessly. His tip kisses just the right places and the longer his intentional aim is accurate, the tighter the coil in your stomach gets. The wetter your cunt gets.
“Baby.” He groans at the feeling of your walls beginning to flutter around him. “I don’t think I’m gonna last long,” he admits around a laugh, the sound getting cut off by his own moan when you clench even harder. He calls you babe in passing all the time but to be called his baby? 
“Me either,” you confess with a whine. “‘m close.”
Donghyuck buries his face into your neck, hardly concealing his louder sounds of pleasure. His hips pick up pace, his body hunching over your own the closer he gets to reaching his climax. You wiggle one hand out of his grip to reach down and grab his ass, attempting to pull him into you even more. 
“Want you to come in me,” you moan in his ear. His grip on your hand tightens at your words, his thrusts getting harder. “Fill me up. Please.”
“Need you to come with me,” he manages to grunt out, sneaking his now free hand in between your bodies. A few swipes to your clit does it and the tight, rapid clamping of your walls triggers his climax, Donghyuck completely sheathing himself inside of you as your legs shake from the all-encompassing pleasure. His warm cum releases in spurts as his deep groan vibrates your chest and neck. 
-
It takes a while for the pair of you to catch your breaths, yet it feels like he pulls away and out of you too soon. Your hole clenches around nothing as he climbs off the bed, Donghyuck momentarily looking around the floor to find his pajama pants that he quickly slips back on.
Without a word, he’s off to his bathroom and you hear the sound of running water start and stop before he’s back in the room with a rag in hand. The cloth is warm when it makes contact with your sensitive cunt, but it’s soft and comforting as it collects his cum, the pressure behind his swipes so gentle you can’t help but look at him like a lovesick fool. 
The kiss on your forehead you receive once he’s cleaned you to his liking doesn’t help one bit. 
“Come on, gonna start the shower for you.” He holds a hand out for you to take, steadying you on your feet before leading you to his ensuite bathroom. 
The image the mirror presents to you makes your skin heat up even more than it already was. Both of your lips are red and a little puffier than usual, both half naked with skewed clothing and messy hair, looking exactly what finally crossing the line of your friendship is expected to look like. Donghyuck notices the shy expression that slowly takes over your face. 
“Hush,” you say non-threateningly. 
He laughs again, lifting his free hand in defense. “Didn’t say anything.”
You watch as he twists the knobs in his shower to get the right temperature, as he grabs a couple of towels and wash clothes out of the linen closet and sets them down on the sink. And when his back is facing you when he’s headed out of the bathroom, your heart sinks pathetically. You aren’t ready for the moment to end yet.
“Join me?” you ask, stripping out of his shirt. His eyes lock onto your chest, head absentmindedly nodding as steps out of his pants and into the shower behind you. Even with the sensitivity and pulsing between your legs and the fact that you’re showering with him for the first time ever, everything feels surreal. He just devoured you. He just came in you. He just made you come multiple times. 
Your name being called softly takes you out of your head. 
“Is that all you needed?”
You hum in question, not sure what he’s referring to.
“Did you just want to satisfy your curiosity then go back to normal?”
You pause in squeezing body wash onto your wash cloth. Yes, you knew the conversation would be had, but now’s not the time you thought it would come. 
Talking about this in the morning after a good night’s sleep would’ve been preferred.
“Not exactly.” You reply lamely after trying and failing to find the right words. “Did you want to go back to normal?”
“No.” He replies a lot more straightforwardly. 
You let out a silent breath of relief. “No?”
Hands on your waist gently turn your body so that you’re facing Donghyuck. You guess he got tired of talking to the back of your head. The water is somehow a lot hotter on your back but it’s hard to pay attention to the heat when his next words come out. 
“I want you,” your best friend confesses and it’s music to your ears. “But we can do this casual sex thing if you want.”
“I don’t want that.” You slide your hands up his chest, the water helping the slip along the way, to loosely wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your soft chest into his firm torso, fulfilling the urge to be as close to him as possible after hearing your attraction and feelings are reciprocated. “I want you, too.”
“Good,” he hums, his arms encircling your waist to pull you flush against him. “I was gonna slowly wither away if I couldn’t make you mine after tonight.”
Lip caught between your teeth, you fight the goofy smile that wants to take up half of your face at his dramatics. God, you’ve imagined this moment so many times but the reality is so different, yet you wouldn’t have it any other way. “Make me yours, huh?”
He cranes his neck down, nose brushing against yours. 
“Will you be mine?” He mirrors the huge smile that wins the battle and lights your face up, nose scrunching. “Yeah?”
“I’m yours, Hyuck.”
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first time writing for hyuck so i feel like i’m going to throw up posting this :D feel free to send feedback <3
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Meddle About Pt.2 (Last)
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Pairings: Haechan x Reader / Jeno x Reader (Briefly Mentioned)
Genre: Smut
Summary:  Mark doesn’t think you or Haechan would have a problem with killing each other, not even bat an eye at it in fact. 
Word count: 11.2k ish
A/N: I love y´all sorry this took so long. ALSO! FOLLOW ME ON MY NEW TWITTER @wooyodefender we can chat there
Part 1
“I don´t get it, you guys already fucked so why isn´t the bet ove-” 
“We didn´t fuck,” You and Haechan corrected a confused Jisung at the same time, except the two of you had very different tones when delivering the message.  
“Are you just letting anyone watch now because I´m intere-” 
“I´m begging you to not finish that sentence,” Jeno interrupted Jaemin, rubbing his face harshly out of stress. You gently touched Jeno´s hands so he would stop stretching his skin, looking out for any future wrinkles on that pretty face. 
The chaotic scene definitely didn´t match your current environment - which consisted of a breakfast place, one of those where the cooks look like they haven´t showered in weeks, piles of waffles, bacon and the shittiest coffee you have ever tasted filling the tables.  The restaurant was full of families with loud annoying kids running around - Maybe Donghyuck could go play with them. It was hell, but hey, that was hangover brunch. 
Maybe it was the universe´s way of punishing you for allowing whatever happened with Donghyuck to... well, happen.  
“I´m just glad the two of you are finally getting along,” Mark tried changing the subject, smiling at his best friends who for the first time looked like they weren´t going to punch each other at any given moment.  
“We are absolutely not,” But you were more than happy to burst his bubble. “In fact, I have never been more disgusted by Donghyuck before.” 
“That´s not what you sa-” 
You interrupted Haechan with a fake smile, using your best customer service voice to not upset Mark so early in the morning as you stabbed your pancakes, “You can shut the fuck up now, thank you.” 
“So, he slept over and no sex?” Chenle teasingly pushed his friend as he laughed in his face. “You really have no game - ” 
“Speaking of which: Mark, please control your bitch, she made me sleep on the couch without a pillow or a blanket.”  
“I should have kicked you out to sleep on the street, you fucking -” 
“Ok, enough! It´s only Monday and I´m still too hungover to deal with you two,” Mark rolled his eyes, rubbing circles into his temples.  
“So, when are you fucking?” Jisung asked, returning to the original topic where his single neuron was still parked at. 
You groaned and buried your face in Jeno´s shoulder, the man gently patting your head to calm you down, “Can we all please stop reminding me of that?” 
“Probably this Saturday or the next,” Haechan ignored you. 
“Do we have it freaking scheduled? Ew.” 
“Why? Did you want me sooner?” The man teased you, an annoying fake pout on his face. “Awn, someone´s eager.” 
Jeno had to physically hold you back from smacking Haechan down after his comment, “I would rather bungee jump without the -” 
“What a cliché, Y/N. You can do better than that-” 
“Let´s not speak on the subject until then,” Mark cut you off, his tone was strict and final. 
★ 
Somehow, as if it was even possible, Haechan managed to become even more insufferable after the recent events. Firstly, because now that he knew you were slightly attracted to him – and also knew you were not happy about it - the man had massive leverage on your fights. Secondly, as previously stated, the thought of finding Haechan even remotely alluring had you wanting to take a nap on the highway during rush hour every time you caught yourself even considering his appearance, causing your stress levels to be significantly higher ever since. Lastly, if there is one thing Haechan has always been, is cocky, and now... Oh, now he was just unstoppable, and you hated yourself for thinking it was kind of hot.  
Kind of. 
But as equally annoying. 
Now, you caught yourself staring at the man, lost in thought, more often than you´d like to admit, and he managed to catch you every-single-fucking-time, sending you an annoying wink like he was hot shit.  
Which maybe he was. 
You didn´t understand how he could accept being into you so easily when you wanted to throw up at the thought that maybe you were excited that he was going to fuck you some time soon. Before everything that went down, the two of you would just simply offend each other to your hearts 'desires, but now there was a sudden shift in your dynamic as he started hitting on you nonstop, which somehow managed to annoy you more than when he would call you the most degrading offensive things he could think of - which he could probably be arrested for if anyone from outside your group heard a minute of your conversations.  
“You do know you´re going to die alone and miserable, right?” You asked him Thursday night, after only an hour and a half around him, figuring that was your time-around-Haechan limit.  
“I don´t think I will,” He smiled at you, a condescending tone to his voice as he leaned back against his seat. 
“Oh, I can assure you. No one can put up with you for long enough.” 
“Everyone puts up with me just fine. Have you ever considered maybe you´re the problem?”  
“As if- ” 
“It´s ok baby, I´ll fix your attitude when I fu-” 
“Can you two shut the fuck up and just never talk again?” Mark looked stressed as he reminded you and Haechan that you were not alone at the restaurant table. “I swear to God I´m going to start leaving one of you out from each group hang out.” 
“It would be the best thing you have ever done,” You assured Mark. 
“C´mon, I´d miss you,” Haechan sent you a flying kiss. “You´re nice to look at.” 
“I will stab you in the eyes to assure you never look at me aga-” 
“If any of you say another world I´ll drag you outside by the ear.” 
You did shut up after that because you honestly felt kind of bad for Mark, he genuinely loved the two of you and you´ve been making his life hell by not getting along. At the same time, it´s not like you haven´t tried! When you first met Haechan, after only 5 minutes with him, you were already sure you disliked the man; but you made an effort for Mark, you spent weeks trying to make yourself grow any positive feelings towards Haechan, or just anything that didn´t involve strong wishes of strangling him, but the man never returned any of your efforts, always wanting to hog Mark all to himself and bad mouth you to the man,  so you gave up - 
Wait.  
Donghyuck had really nice fucking hands. 
Which you unfortunately noticed as he places more meat on the grill occupying the center of the table between your friends after Mark made the two of you change seats so you´d sit far away from each other. His fingers were just somehow very delicate and clean but manly at the same time, he had big hands and veins appearing through his skin, his long fingers adorned by rings – Did he always wear rings? Because they were surely doing something to you.   
And with that thought process, you were suddenly reminded those fingers had been inside of you and you had to cross your legs to contain the very sudden and very fast pulsing that started between them. You let your forehead meet the table in a very loud thud as you groaned in frustration. Every day that passed made you despite Haechan a little bit more.  
When the weekend did come, your group´s chaotic schedule didn´t allow you a time window to complete the second part of the bet, although you did meet. It was a common friend´s birthday, a small get-together at his place to celebrate another year and even though there were suggestions that you could finish the bet that night, you were absolutely not about to get fucked on Doyoung´s bed. Also, Haechan had some things to do and had texted the group chat he would be late to the party – Chenle had informed you Haechan had a date and you prayed to all gods out there that he would bring the girl along so he would leave you alone for once.  
When he did show up though, he was in fact, unaccompanied. But the main point was that Lee Donghyuck, had dyed his hair a light shade of brown that had you wanting to swallow down your own fist.  Ok, maybe you could fuck on Doyoung´s bed after all. 
But Haechan´s leather jacket and rings stayed on during sex. 
What?  
No! 
Fuck, maybe you just needed to get laid, it has been a while. Would Jeno mind taking whatever you had a step further? 
“Hello friends,” Haechan greeted his friends before turning to you. “Hello stalker.” 
“What? Why stalker?” 
“I don´t know, the way you´re looking at me seems pretty obsessive,” He shrugged as he jumped over the couch to take a seat in front of you, who was sitting on the floor. 
“You´re delusional.” 
“It´s ok,” He assured you, accepting a drink from Doyoung who was walking around welcoming and giving everyone attention like a good host. “I like them crazy.” 
“Because that´s the only crowd you can pull.” 
“Let´s remember who was begging me just a week ago,” He winked at you before taking a sip from his glass, you along with all the boys around gagging at his comment. 
“I thought we were forbidden from talking about the subject,” Jaemin informed. 
“I did my best,” Mark sighed. “I give up on these two, just kill each other for all I care.” 
Haechan and you managed to prove once again Mark´s repulsive argument that the two of you were basically the same person when you replied by asking at the exact same time, “Who would you rather survived?” 
“Right now? I hope none of you.” 
“Cold,” You pouted at Mark before turning to the other man. “C´mon, Donghyuck and I are besties, soon he will even give me his computer and his most precious hoodie. If that isn´t friendship I don´t know what is.” 
“You really think you´ll win, huh?” At least Haechan looked amused.  
“I don´t know, did you get your date there today?” 
“What date?” 
“Chenle said you were on a date.” 
“He told me he had a date,” Chenle corrected. 
“You mean I hanged out with a friend so she could dye my hair?” 
“Same thing,” Chenle shrugged. “Didn´t you already fuck her before?” 
“Yeah, but that doesn´t make it a date. We were at her hair salon – Wait,” Haechan stopped mid-sentence to look at you. “Awn, are you jealous?” 
“Donghyuck, I´ll put this the nicest way that I can so Mark doesn't have a nervous breakdown: Why the hell would I be jealous?” 
“I don´t know, there´s really no reason for it. If you want me just say so and I´m all yours-” 
“Ok, I can´t take this anymore. I know Mark asked us to not talk about it and I was very happy to oblige but I have some matters to discuss,” You interrupted Haechan. 
“Yeah, whatever,” Mark rolled his eyes and shrugged. “Go for it, see if I care.” 
“Let´s make a rule that when we reach the 4 minutes mark and Donghyuck has already lost, we have to stop everything immediately.” 
“We can´t do that,” Jeno carefully informed you, already prepared for the murderous glare you sent his way. 
“And why not?” 
“Since we couldn´t bet on the same thing you two, we bet on how long Haechan would take,” Jaemin explained.  
Oh, right. You remember very clearly betting on 6 hours because it was simply not going to happen. Jaemin, who went for the 12 minutes mark went as far as asking you to have at least some faith on his friend.  
You could argue that now that you and Donghyuck had some form of sexual encounter, he already knew your body a bit better and that was kind of cheating, but then you reminded yourself that none of the guys knew what actually happened that night after the club and you´d rather leave it that way, so you simply sighed in defeat. It´s not like Haechan did much besides literally putting is fingers inside of you, so you guessed that didn´t really count either. 
“Cheer up, princess. You´re about to have the time of your life,” Haechan smirked at you and you answered him by chugging your drink in misery. 
For the rest of the night, you tried avoiding Donghyuck like the plague because if you thought about how his rings would feel around your neck one more time, you would be forced to punch the guy and cause a scene – You liked Doyoung enough to not do that on his birthday. It wasn´t a full-out house party, but there were enough people around to make it possible to stay far away from Haechan, at least for a while, until he decided he didn´t want to let you have a peaceful night after all. 
And so you drank. 
“Daydreaming about me?” He sat next to you on the couch. Jeno had left you alone for a single second to grab more beer for fuck´s sake. 
“You wish.” 
“I do, in fact.” 
“Can´t you find literally any other girl to torment?” 
“But it´s so fun annoying you, though,” He smiled. “You look hot when you´re mad.” 
“Take your degradation kink elsewhere, thank you very much.” 
“Will do, wanna come with?” 
“Are you serious right now?” 
“C´mon. We don´t have to fuck, you´ve been staring at my thighs the whole night, you could just ride them-” 
“Oh my god, leave me alone.” 
“Well, let me tell you something,” He informed before turning his body in your direction so that he could lower his voice, suddenly deep against your ear. “I appreciate your act, it´s cute, really. But there´s no one looking. If we go somewhere, we can come back, and no one would know a thing. You could stop pretending you haven´t been clenching at the thought of my fingers the whole week and I could do all the fun things I´ve been thinking about-” 
You could sense his smirk at the way your body violently twitched. It was only once, but it was one time too many.  
“Oh. Wanna know what things?” He teased. 
You could just stand up and leave. But you didn´t really want to? 
 So you simply crossed your legs and took a deep breath to try and sort your mind out. 
His chuckle hit the sensitive skin on your neck, “I´ll take that as a yes.” 
And then his palm found your thigh once again, holding it from the inside like it was his, “I know we can´t actually fuck, but I think there are things that can be even more fun, don´t you? You know what I can´t stop thinking about ever since I´ve seen your pretty little pussy? How much I want to eat you out. You sound so good, I´d love nothing more than have you sitting on my face for hours-” 
You took another shaky breath, nails digging deep into your own right thigh, “Donghyuck.” 
“Yes?” 
“I will go to the kitchen get another drink and you will let me.” 
He laughed once again but retrieved his hand from your body, “You know where to find me.” 
And unfortunately, you did, because later, after a few more drinks and 1 very frustrating hour of trying to focus on anything else other than your panties sticking to your skin, you found yourself grabbing Donghyuck´s arm to get his attention while he talked to some guys you didn´t know. 
“Yes, princess?” 
You ignored the pet name and everyone´s eyes on you for your own sake, “Can you please follow me?” 
His cocky smile had you immediately regretting your impulsive choices, “Always.” 
You groaned but accepted when he grabbed your hand and motioned for you to lead the way, which you did, practically running up the stairs so none of your friends would see you before getting the two of you inside a bathroom and locking the door.  
“What do you want?” He amusedly raised his eyebrow at you, his body leaning against the bathroom sink now that you were alone and the music wasn´t so loud. 
“Don´t pretend to be dense,” You called him out before pulling him down by his shirt so you could smash your lips together.  
He smirked into the kiss before getting into it, wasting no time pressing you against the bathroom door as his tongue entered your mouth to match your desperation. When his hands found your hips to pull you closer, a moan escaped your lips and he groaned, his grip on you tightening enough to bruise your skin. 
Your hands in turn found their way around his neck, pulling harshly on his hair so he would get the message and just do something before you regretted bringing him here. You didn´t need foreplay this time, you already had hours of your very creative mind flashing images and trying to drive you crazy, all you needed was someone´s fingers inside of you  – And maybe they had to be Haechan´s. 
Thankfully, Donghyuck somehow got the message and pulled your thighs up around his waist, so he could carry you over to the sink as you two practically devoured each other, like air wasn´t something necessary for human survival, but his lips sure were. You used your legs wrapped around him to grind his crotch against yours and he groaned at you, “Don´t play dirty.” 
“Then do something.” 
“What do you want?” 
“You know what I want.” 
“Do I?” He played dumb, suddenly stepping away from you like that was just perfect timing to be a fucking little tease. “I can go grab you a drink if that´s what you mean-” 
“Good luck with that boner out there.” 
“Yeah, gonna find someone I can actually fuck.” 
“Oh my god, just fucking finger me please,” You groaned in surrender, letting your head hit the mirror behind you in frustration. 
The biggest smirk filled his face as he closed the distance between you in satisfaction once again, eyes shining in victory, “That´s what I like to hear. Good girl.” 
“Don´t be condescending.” 
“C´mon, I know you like it,” He teased before his lips met yours once again. 
He bit your bottom lip to be annoying before licking inside your mouth so you would let him do his thing – And since you had already thrown your dignity out the window an hour ago on Doyoung´s very elegant couch, you just let him. The man must have gathered how desperate you were from the way you were kissing him back, because he simply found your panties under your skirt and slid them right off with no ceremony, before his palms were pulling your thighs open and he found his place in between them. 
“Hand,” He ordered. 
For once, his voice didn´t sound like he was teasing you or playing around. It was just a plain order looming over you and you liked it, being able to forget who you were and who was standing in between your legs, your hand raising in front of him without even knowing what for. You watched in shock as he took two of his rings out and put them on your finger, before moving to the next one. 
“Leave them on,” You quietly pleaded, kind of ashamed of yourself for liking the idea and not believing you actually said that out loud. It just escaped.  
He smiled at your tone, “I´d love to, but these would really hurt.” 
“Oh.” 
“It´s ok, I´ll leave the ones on the other hand,” Haechan assured as he finished putting all his rings on you and his mouth met yours once again. 
You always kind of expected that for a kiss to be good and effective, it needed to have a build-up, to start slow and make its way up – But Donghyuck had a way of reminding whoever he was kissing of how needy he made them in just a few seconds. His mouth was working so good against yours that it was almost a pity that you had to break the kiss to gasp as you felt two of his fingers gathering slick around your slit and when he felt like his fingers were lubricated enough, he slowly pushed them inside of you, you had to close your eyes and let your head meet the mirror again to process the feelings. 
You see? He didn´t even have to do much and you were already so worked up, clenching around his fingers and hands holding harshly onto the sink. You were honestly scared of the power Donghyuck had over you and what he would do if he ever found it out.  
When you opened your eyes, Haechan was watching your face attentively before moving his fingers slowly. He looked so fucking good with his new hair and dark eyes that even this rhythm to get you used to being filled got you biting on your bottom lip to keep your whines inside.  
He noticed that and smirked, “C´mere,” 
And so you complied, lips chasing his until your tongues met once again. 
You had a theory that it´s not that Donghyuck was good in bed, you were just really horny. Your thought process made a lot of sense considering he never actually did anything to you besides looking hot while you actually did all the job – But you could throw your whole theory in the trash next to the sink once Haechan sped up his fingers. 
You bit his lip to keep yourself grounded at the fact that the man in between your legs actually knew what he was doing and did it really well. 
Shockers. 
And you meant well enough that if he fucked anything like he fingered you, you were kind of screwed (at least when it came to the bet). 
“It´s loud outside, don´t worry,” He smiled once you let go of his lip, noticing you were having a hard time keeping yourself together  - and you really tried pretending he didn´t have the perfect rhythm, that his fingers weren´t hitting all the perfect spots, that his kisses down your neck as you caught your breath weren´t doing wonders for you, but it was a really hard task considering he was in fact making you feel all sorts of new things in this short amount of time. 
When Haechan felt like you still weren´t letting yourself go, he bit harshly on the side of your neck and you couldn´t force inside the gasp that left your mouth. 
“You know I won´t let you cum until I´m satisfied, stop being stubborn.” 
“M-maybe you´re just not doing a-ah- good job.” 
“Oh, sorry. My bad,” He apologized, but the smirk on his face, once he stood straight, didn´t match his tone nor his words. Suddenly his thumb was on your clit, drawing circles as he pumped his two other fingers inside and you almost came undone at the way he cockily winked at you when a loud moan escaped your lips.  
“Oh, fuck-” 
“Yeah, that´s more like it.” 
“Just shut u-up,” You groaned as your nails found his shoulder, digging into his skin to try and keep yourself grounded as he sped up. You honestly didn´t feel like you would last very long under his ministrations and that just wouldn´t do.  
“Want me to stop?” 
“God- No!” 
“Awn, look who´s finally not being a bitch.” 
“Donghyuck, I swear to god-” 
“What? What will you do, huh? Cum around my fingers? Threatening. Maybe next time do it on my tongue.” 
You really didn´t need the imagery right now.  
You closed your eyes and your forehead met his chest as you felt your high approaching, trying to conjure all your willpower to not cum and give Donghyuck the satisfaction of doing it so fast, but it was no use. Haechan had some kind of magic fingers and when his free hand found your neck and you could feel the cool rings pressed against your skin, along with his lips brushing against your open ones that just couldn´t keep quiet, you were done for. 
Your whole body trembled as your cursed during the longest and hardest orgasm of your life, breaths mixed together. 
Once you regained your sanity, you just had to suck Haechan off in return after that. 
 It was good manners after all. 
★ 
You would be indeed lying if you said the bathroom incident didn´t occur more than once. Thankfully, you only allowed it to happen 3 times other than that one – 3 was a good number, you could forgive yourself for slipping 3 times. You could even argue that since he had already fingered you once, if he did it once or twenty times, it was the same thing, so it was not like it was going to impact on the bet.  
Yeah, you knew it was bullshit but who cares. 
The first time it happened, just like at the party, you were drunk. It was during trivia night, Donghyuck´s team was winning, and you were very unhappy about it. It´s not your fault that Mark was stupid and ended up on your team! By the time you got to the final questions, you were practically raging and somehow managed to beat them after getting 4 questions right in a row (once you got Mark distracted with something on your phone). After managing to rub your win in Haechan´s face in every way known to mankind, he got annoyed enough to drag you to the bar´s bathroom and “get you to shut up” as he so kindly put it. 
The second time you couldn´t use alcohol as an excuse, although you could say you were high on the adrenaline of playing ranked matches online. It happened when you and Donghyuck were playing Valorant and after you cursed at him for the 30th time about sucking over the call, he finally snapped and told you to come say it to his face – Which you did, because he really did suck. What happened once you were in his house, in his room, was completely unexpected. No one could have guessed he would end up fingering you as you played another ranked match on your account, right? 
The third time would have looked strangely like a 90´s parent trap kind of movie if you weren´t genuinely annoyed by the situation. You had invited Mark to watch the new horror movie at the cinema, Mark had agreed. Donghyuck had also invited Mark to watch the new horror movie at the cinema, Mark had agreed. Mark had also thought it was a good idea to not show up and not let either of you know about the other, resulting in a very angry surprise meeting at the movie theater´s door. 
“I´ll just sit very far from you,” Haechan had groaned. 
“Don´t be ridiculous,” You rolled your eyes, grabbing his arm and practically dragging him to your seats. 
“Awn, you´re scared. Aren´t you?” He teased once you were sitting down, finally processing why you weren´t putting the many rows of distance between you two yourself. 
“Yeah, very much. Now be quiet.” 
“I will have to inform you I am scared too.” 
“Oh, that´s just great. Do you even have anything to offer in life at this point?” 
It was kind of expected that he would finger you during the movie after that. 
★ 
“And who the fuck is that?” Donghyuck asked dumbfounded after you appeared in front of him, arm laced with another man´s. He earned an elbow on the ribs by Jaemin for his comment. 
You rolled your eyes and apologized to your date before turning back to the very rude person in front of you once San reassured everything was ok, “Donghyuck, I know you were raised by animals or something, but here in the city we normally greet people when we see them.” 
Haechan´s reaction must have been genuine shock because he was quick to apologize and give his hand out for San to shake as he introduced himself, even if he didn´t look anywhere close to happy.  
“Oh, so this is San,” Donghyuck raised his eyebrows in entertainment.  
Your date gave you the cutest smile once he heard those words, “You talked about me?” 
You were not about to let Haechan ruin this for you and tell San that all you said about the man was that he didn´t fuck you and that was the exact moment that resulted in the stupid bet that will end up with the man in front of you fucking you instead – So you simply smiled at San, “Of course.” 
“I didn´t know we could bring dates,” Donghyuck sent you a pointed look. 
“You´re supposed to bring dates to these kinds of things, Hyuck. I´m sorry you couldn´t find anyone to put up with you.” 
“Did your boytoy bring anyone?” He raised an eyebrow at you. 
Both you and San gave him a confused look, not sure who he was talking about. Jaemin rolled his eyes and grabbed his arm to drag him away but he didn´t budge. 
“Jeno,” Donghyuck clarified.  
Oh, you see what he was doing. 
And you were not about to give him the satisfaction. 
“Jeno brought Karina,” You informed calmly, not playing his game. “As expected.” 
“I see,” Haechan nodded before turning to your date. “Good luck filling the position then.” 
You couldn´t even say you were surprised, of course he couldn´t let you have anything. 
“Enjoy the party, Donghyuck,” You rolled your eyes before dragging San as far as possible. 
“Well, that was something,” Your date tried to break the ice when he saw you breathing out in annoyance. 
“I´m so sorry,” You sighed, calling over the waiter with the champagne tray. “Donghyuck´s insufferable.”  
“Well, now I have to step up my game to fit the boytoy job description,” He smiled at you, getting two glasses from the tray and handing one to you.  
“I´m sorry about that too,” You smiled in gratitude over the rim of the glass.  
“It´s ok, it´s a position I´m more than happy to fill. Specially if it will make your friend even more jealous.” 
“Oh, don´t worry. It´s not like that, I can assure you. He simply has something against my happiness, which is ok, because I also have something against his.” 
“Yeah, I don´t think we´re close enough for me to comment on that so cheers,” He laughed, raising his glass in your direction. 
You clinked glasses and laughed too; you loved a self-aware king.  
Turns out San was a really great guy and you were happy you had invited him to be your plus one to this fancy party thing. He complimented your dress and makeup every hour, he got you new drinks whenever the ice on the ones you were holding started melting too much, he got along with your friends, he looked absolutely stunning and most importantly, he kept you entertained. He also didn´t back down whenever you were at the table with the whole group and Haechan tried teasing him, politely putting the man back in his place – which really, was more attractive than anything.  
“Things going well, huh?” Jeno asked as you two met at the bar. San was in the middle of an excited discussion about music with Jisung, so you offered to get the drinks this time. 
“Very, actually.” 
“Think things are finally going to escalate tonight or are we thinking boyfriend?” The man teased. See? He could tease you just fine because you knew he actually cared.  
“We still haven´t even kissed, so I don´t really think I´m about to get railed,” You laughed, lowering your voice a bit so the bartender and people around wouldn´t hear your vulgar words as you waited for the drinks.  
“Well, you can always call Haechan over to complete the bet.” 
“I´m not that desperate.” 
“By the way he looks like he´s going to murder San anytime, I think he is. Always knew all this tension between you two had to be something more.” 
“Yeah, I wouldn´t dwell too much on it. Sometimes people just don´t like each other, Donghyuck´s just bothered he´s not the center of attention tonight.” 
“He´s bothered he´s not the center of your attention.” 
“Guess I´ve spoiled him too much, huh? How´s Karina, anyway?” 
“Still working on wooing her.” 
“You wooed her the first time you talked to her, Jeno. Don´t worry, she wouldn´t be here if it wasn´t the case.” 
“Well, since it didn´t work on you my game has been a little off balanced.”  
You laughed at his teasing but didn´t have time to reply as the bartender came back with your two drinks and Jeno´s. The two of you thanked the man and made your way back to the table and Jeno was right, Haechan did look like he wanted to murder San. Once his staring was getting too much, you kicked him under the table and he simply gave you an annoyed look before turning his attention back to your date, who was oblivious to the stares. Or at least pretended to be. 
Tired of Donghyuck´s attitude, you asked San if he wanted to dance and he was more than excited to stand up and offer you his hand like a real gentleman, before leading the way to the dancefloor. Sadly for you, the fancy ballroom didn´t offer any ass shaking music, but San being the dancer he was, had no trouble leading you in his arms. 
“I do have to say things are spinning a bit,” You laughed, commenting on your many drinks. 
“Yeah, I think that last Whiskey was a bit too much. Are there really that many chandeliers or am I seeing things doubled?” 
“I think both.” 
★ 
As expected, San didn´t rail you that night. But he did kiss you goodnight once he dropped you off at home and your heart was happy enough with that.  
Haechan also ignored you the week following the gala, you even tried sending him an invitation on Valorant when you saw he was online on Saturday but he never answered, same when you sent him a slightly offensive meme on Whatsapp, expecting him to offend you back.  
Well, guess you were living the dream.  
When the next weekend came around with no acknowledgment from Haechan, you figured he finally had enough of you and was over with your little frenemies routine, meaning the bet was also over. You were fine with that. What you weren´t fine with was with the fact that he got you used to having the best fucking orgasms of your life and now you were left high and dry.  
Life also wasn´t as much fun when you didn´t have anyone to try and beat at everything.  
So with no thoughts in mind, you put on your hottest outfit for group outing that night, even going as far as putting on the skirt Haechan always teased you about because you knew he liked it too much. You kind of expected him to not show up after icing you out for weeks, but there he was when you got to Jaemin´s house and he simply treated you as if absolutely nothing had happened. 
“Awn, wore this skirt for me?” He asked as soon as you sat down next to him on the couch.  
You were so surprised at him suddenly referring to you after weeks, that your eyes were wide when you asked, “You talking to me now?” 
“I was never not talking to you.” 
“Donghyuck, of course you were.” 
“Was not.” 
“Was too.” 
“Yeah?” He entertained; his face petulant. “And since when am I supposedly ignoring you?” 
“Since the gala with San, you-” 
“Oh, I see. You want me to be jealous so you´re projecting.” 
“That´s not- What in the gaslighting?” 
“Don´t worry, princess. I wasn´t ignoring you, was just busy.” 
“I saw you online when I was playing Valorant.” 
“Yeah, I saw your invitation. But you see, you´re just really bad and I was playing with the guys from college.”  
“So you two talking again?” Jaemin interrupted. 
“See?” You told Donghyuck as you pointed to your other friend to prove your point, downing a shot of tequila as frustration started to build up on you. 
“Just shut up and drink,” He rolled his eyes against his own shot glass. 
Well, guess you could say things were normal after all. 
“So, the bet,” Jisung brought up and everyone around the table groaned. “What? It was supposed to end like weeks ago, I kind of impulsively bought tickets to a Monster Truck show counting on that money!” 
“As if you would win,” Chenle attacked. “But he´s right, we really need to get this over with.” 
“We don´t need to do anything. Very easy for you to say when you´re involved nowhere near the actual completion of the bet.” 
“I could fuck you to end this already,” Chenle shrugged.  
“We´re doing it tonight, just shut the fuck up,” Donghyuck groaned, downing another shot of tequila. Yeah, he looked even more frustrated than you. 
“And how are we going to do this when you´re not even talking to me?” 
“Are you serious right now?” He looked murderously at you bringing the topic up again and you became small under his eyes. Since he started hitting on you, Haechan had stopped actually being rude and insulting you and you kind of missed him feeding your ego. Maybe you complained enough he stopped, maybe he didn´t want to fuck you that badly anymore -  
“Wait, are you dating the girl from the salon?” You asked when the possibility crossed your mind. “Because we´re not fucking if you´re da-” 
“What?” He looked at you like you were the world´s most stupid person. “Why would I- Oh, wait, so the bet is off in case one of us starts dating?” 
“Obviously?” 
“Guess you´ll have to tell your new boytoy you just lost your friends a lot of money.” 
“What? We´re not dating, we´re just – Oh, so you are jealous.” 
“I´m disappointed.” 
“At what?” You asked in disbelief, already swallowing another shot. You noticed Mark tried to say something, maybe stop the two of you from starting a fight, but you also noticed how he shut himself up before saying anything.  
“At how easy you just drop everything to get with some dude. I thought you were a worthy opponent -” 
“Donghyuck, this isn´t a game.” 
“No, this is a bet.” 
“Oh my god, just admit you have a star problem or something. Can´t handle not being the center of attention for a night? Is it too much for you? Go cry about it and leave everyone alone.” 
“Guys-” It was Jeno who tried this time but you were quick to shush him. 
“Not you acting like you didn´t came running the second I wasn´t down your neck.” 
“So you were ignoring me!” 
 "Yes I was fucking ignoring you. I don´t like you, I guessed that was established.” 
Wow. 
Yeah, you knew that. But it kind of stung now. 
A bit. 
“Is this some kind of foreplay?” Chenle asked. 
“Ask Y/N, I bet she´s getting off on this,” Haechan rolled his eyes, another shot finding its way down his throat.  
“Oh my god, chill. What got your panties in a twist?” You rolled your eyes too, more Tequila passing your lips because you couldn´t let Haechan drink more than you. 
“I can´t even tell if they´re really fighting or not anymore,” Mark raised his hand in defeat, a deep sigh leaving his lips.  
“You´re the one suddenly all sensitive. Homeboy didn´t fuck you good or are you just pmsing?” 
“You know what? Let´s go to the room and end this right now so I don´t have to put up with you ever again,” You half-suggested half-ordered. 
 No one said a word after that, noticing how Haechan was actually really mad. Jaemin didn´t even whine about you two using his room as you had expected he would as his friend stood up and made his way down the hall.  
“Wish me luck,” You rolled your eyes before downing another shot and following Donghyuck. 
When you got to Jaemin´s room, Haechan was already inside, so you quietly entered and closed the door behind you. You were thankful for Jaemin´s colorful lights because the blue room got you relatively calmer than you would be if you had to face the man in front of you in a normally lit room. 
“We´re not fucking until we have an adult conversation for once,” You informed, leaning your body against the door. 
“There´s nothing to talk about.” 
“Of course there is.” 
“I know we have this playing around thing but I´m really not in the mood.” 
“And I´m not in the mood to be fucked like this, so what´s wrong?” 
“Why do you need something to be wrong? It´s not like we ever treated each other well.” 
“Yeah, but you kind of did for the past weeks -” 
“Yeah, because I wanted to fuck you. Why? Did the princess fall in love?” Haechan gave you a fake pout. “I said you convinced me you were hot enough to fuck, not to date.” 
“I can assure you that´s not the case. I just don´t enjoy this whole childish act, we never liked each other but you don´t need to suddenly be a bitch about it.” 
“Guess I learned from the best.” 
“So you want to not fuck me anymore and call off the bet? Is that it?” 
“I guess. It wouldn´t really be fair now that we had someone else meddling in, would it?” 
“What the fuck are you even talking about, Donghyuck?”  
“I just wasn´t aware we were allowed to have sex with anyone else during the duration of the bet -” 
“Oh my god, you´re still talking about San – Oh. – Oh! Hold on! You´re mad because you were counting on me to be untouched and desperate or something so you could win the bet!” 
“Dear lord. I had you moaning like a whore around my fucking fingers and you think I need to count on something to get you anywhere? You really are stupid.” 
“Since you suddenly care about the integrity of this bet so much I will let you know that San hasn´t fucked me yet, so that´s all cleared. Now, if you could be a dear and go inform everyone you want to cancel everything so I can in fact go get railed by said man, I´d be really happy.” 
He answered everything you said by crossing his arms and scoffing, “As if.” 
“Oh I see how it is, wanna up the bet? See who gets me there faster? I bet my League account with all the legendary skins that San can beat you.” 
Well, that was enough to get Haechan practically throwing you against the door, a loud bang echoing through the apartment. You knew playing with his competitive nature would work. 
“Are you really that desperate for me to fuck you that you´re trying to get on my nerves?” He asked, voice more like a growl and face mere inches apart from yours. 
“You´re not the only attention whore in town,” you teased.  
“I told you all you had to do was ask, baby,” He smirked before smashing his lips into yours. 
Excited that this was finally happening and with the few shots in your system, you were more than happy to return the enthusiasm, hands now finding their familiar place in his hair as he pressed you harder against the door. As always, Haechan´s lips had you whining for more in no time, his hand expertly exploring your body as if you had no more time left in the world.  
Oh, right.  
The bet. 
“Get on the bed,” He rasped out after he felt you starting to grind against him.  
“You´re making me do all the work?” You teased, just wanting to be annoying. 
He stopped and stared you down in silence, thumb finding its way to your lips as he watched your face lost deep in thoughts, something in his eyes started to crumble down and it got your anxiety to start coming out. Not wanting to give him the time to process whatever he was trying to, your mouth engulfed his finger as you sucked on it. A smirk filled your face as you saw the way Haechan´s jaw clenched at the action, so you gently bit his thumb before letting it go. At least your distraction plan seemed to work out. 
“Honestly, fuck you,” the man sighed but his words had no bite as his lips found yours once again. You were so distracted by his tongue inside your mouth that you almost jumped when you felt him slowly slide the straps of your top down your shoulders. The sudden change of speed getting your brain to malfunction.  
Now, you were not generally sensitive around your boobs but there was just something that happened to you whenever it was Haechan touching your skin that had your back arching when his fingers accidentally brushed against your nipples when he was dragging your top down, goosebumps erupted up your body in a single second. A weak moan left your lips at the surprising feeling and the man answered it by rubbing the pad of his thumb over your right nipple, his tongue in your mouth not doing much to keep your noises inside at the way your core violently clenched around nothing.  
Donghyuck´s lips left yours to find their place on your neck, where he left wet hot kisses while you did your best to not squirm under him. The man made his way down your shoulders, to your collarbones, the top of your boobs until his soft lips found your nipples too - He looked up at you so smugly once you hissed at the sensation of his tongue circling the left one.   
You kind of found a new appreciation for his insufferable cocky face. 
“The timer,” You managed to breathe out, voice shaky.  
“Go ahead baby, I trust you with that chore.” 
An annoyed whine left your lips because honestly, you were not in the right headspace to be given any tasks - But as Donghyuck´s fingers dug into your waist to hold you still as he left marks on your boobs, you managed to get your trembling hand inside your pocket and get your phone out.  
“Don´t start it until I tell you to,” He ordered, looking up at you before dropping down to his knees and honestly, the view was enough to keep you from arguing. He could win the bet for all you cared. 
The man in front of you unbuttoned your shorts and gently pulled them down your legs, kissing up your thighs when he made his way back up. Your whole body was shivering as he approached where you were pulsing and you violently shook as he left a kiss right on your center over your lacy panties, his hot breath against your wet skin forcing a moan out of you.  
You hated that your body could simply not react normally to this man.  
Your knuckles were white from gripping your phone so tightly as he licked and kissed you slowly over your panties like he had nothing else to do for the rest of his life, it was hard keeping your moans inside and he didn´t even really touch you yet.  
“Donghyuck-”  
“Yes?” His eyes met yours from between your legs and you seriously wanted to scream.  
“Do something, please,” Your voice sounded so broken. 
The man chuckled at the way you dropped your attitude so fast, “Well, since you asked so prettily.” 
His fingers found the seat of your underwear, dragging it to the side as his face approached your core once again, now with nothing in the way. 
“I´ve been wanting to do this for a long time.” 
“Then fucking get to it,” You whined, the back of your head hitting the door in frustration. You hadn´t completely forgotten the bet was supposed to include no foreplay, but you were so desperate to feel his mouth on you that you could make an exception.  
Another low chuckle left his mouth before he got straight into work. If you thought his fingers were magic, you didn´t even know how to begin describing his lips.  
“Oh my fucking god,” You moaned, not even sure you had said it out loud or the words were just repeating themselves over and over inside your head. 
He kissed your clit, sucked on it and his tongue lavished you and all you could do was try your best to hold your sounds in because your friends were right outside and they didn´t deserve the show. Your free hand found its place tangled in Haechan´s hair and the whimper he let out at the way you tugged on it got you almost reaching the edge. 
He fucking whimpered.  
A high whiny breathy groan. 
That man was going to be de death of you. 
You were about to stop him, push him away because you were already so close, but he could probably already guess that by the way your body was twitching and you were pulling harder on his hair, so he leaned away after a final chaste kiss to your clit. He cleaned his face with the back of his hand as he looked up at you, appreciating the view of your semi-wrecked form. 
Donghyuck on his knees was such a pretty sight.  
“Get on the bed and start the timer.” 
Your legs were wobbly but you obeyed this time, eager to finally get fucked -  
Yeah, you were excited to be fucked by Donghyuck, so what? It was about time you accepted defeat and indulged a bit in your sexual taboos - Haechan himself being most of them.  
You sat down on the edge of the bed, not trusting your voice to ask how he wanted you. Also, this was his part of the bet, he would have to work for it for all you cared. You pressed START on the timer and tossed your phone away somewhere under the pillows, watching as the man approached you.  
“It´s annoying,” He said once he stood between your legs, his hand holding your jaw to tip your head up so you were forced to look him in the eyes. 
“What is?” 
“How hot you are.” 
“The timer is running.” 
“And?” 
“Hyuck-” 
“Are you going to start dating San?” 
“Do you really wanna talk about this now? Donghyuck, why-” 
“Maybe I really was jealous.” 
“What?” 
“I didn´t like seeing you with him. At the time I blamed my ego or whatever, but now thinking about you with him it´s making me mad - I mean, maybe it is my ego.” 
“Are you thinking about another man when you´re supposed to be fucking me?” 
“Can you shut up for a second?” 
“Is this your idea of a confession?” 
“No, Y/N. I´m not saying I´m in love with you, I´m just saying I realized I was jealous and I´m not sure why.” 
“Ok, can you figure that out after you finish fucking me, please?” 
“Eager?” 
“Yes, actually.” 
“I´m so hard.” 
“A romantic,” You roll your eyes. 
“No, it´s just- You have a weird effect on me.” 
“I- I know. I feel it too.” 
“Nah, I´m just that good.” 
“Ok, I take it back.” 
“I´m clearly joking.” 
“You´re clearly being annoying.” 
“Shut up.” 
“Come do it.” 
And so he did. Donghyuck bent over and his lips found yours once again as he gently pushed you back down onto the mattress and climbed on top of you. You wasted no time wrapping your hands around his neck to try and pull him impossibly closer, your fingers once again tangling themselves into the hair in the back of his neck and tugging at them. The way his hips automatically rutted against yours in reaction made your vision blurry. Man was not kidding when he said he was really hard.  
“Like hair pulling, huh?” You teased once the two of you let go of each other to try and catch your breath for a second.  
“You should try and choke me a bit if you´re curious,” He winked at you playfully.  
“You for real?” You really tried teasing him, but you´re the one who ended up choking around nothing and looking at him like he hung up all of the starts in the sky himself. 
He didn´t answer you, his lips catching yours as his hands found the hem of your panties, pulling them down your legs the best he could without breaking the kiss, which was not hard considering you were eager to help.  Ha, who would have guessed. 
You felt Donghyuck fitting himself between your legs once again, his whole weight supported by his left hand as he snaked his right hand in between your bodies. You felt his fingers circling your clit and you whined, trying to push him away, “Hyuck, no. I´m already clo-” 
“Just let me stretch you out a bit,” He explained, his same finger now finding its way inside you. Now, that´s something you had already experienced a few times before, but every time Haechan had his fingers slowly pumping inside of you, it felt like the first time all over again.  
“Oh, dear lord,” You whined, trying to hold back your orgasm because that would be simply humiliating.  
“I could literally cum just because of the way you keep clenching around my finger.” 
“I´m close-”  
“I know, baby. I can feel it. But you can hold it in for me, right? I want you to cum on my cock.” 
“Fuck. Donghyuck-” 
“Yes, princess?” 
“If you don´t add another finger right now-” 
“Anything you ask,” He smiled down at you, complying with your request - which you immediately regretted because if one of his fingers was already too much, you were definitely not prepared for two. Your nails dug into the skin of his arms without you even realizing, but you needed something to ground yourself. He was fingering you so slowly and yet you wanted to scream at how good the drag along your walls felt.  
When he judged you were ready, he retracted his fingers and you breathed out in relief, finally not having to use your full mental capacity to focus on not cumming.  
“We should go on a date sometime,” He stated in a matter-of-fact tone, like you were discussing the weather on a nice little walk. 
“Lee Donghyuck, what are you-” It was hard talking when you were still trying to catch your breath.  
“Indulge me.” 
“You´re not helping yourself win the bet.” 
“I don´t give a fuck about the bet, I´m already happy proving you wrong.” 
“And how are you doing that?” You knew the answer to that question, but you wanted to hear him say it.  
“Because baby,” He paused to give you a soft kiss on the lips, " this exact moment, we´re chatting to give you a break since you can´t even handle being fucked just from my fingers inside of you.”  
Touché. 
Maybe you loved his voice, especially when saying lewd things.  
“You´re not so much better,” You rolled your eyes, squeezing the bulge in his pants and earning a groan in response. “Now, can you please undress?” 
“Undress? How fancy,” He laughed, but his hands were already undoing his belt. 
“Do you always talk this much during sex? Maybe we should gag you.” 
“Careful with your promises, I might come demand their fulfillment.”  
“Just fuck me, Donghyuck.” 
“Never wanted anything more,” He smirked after he finished taking his pants off. 
He kissed you once again, but you were quick to break away, sitting up to pull at the hem of his shirt and he complied, raising his arms so you could take it off.  You pulled Haechan closer, kissing down his neck and ecstatic with the little whines he let out, especially as you started lowering the kisses to his chest. His skin felt burning hot against your lips and you wanted to stay there forever.  
It came as a surprise when he grabbed onto your waist and manhandled you, spinning you around, so you were now with your back pressed to his chest. His hand found your neck to hold your head as he chuckled darkly right against your ear, “I appreciate the attempt, but today I´m in charge.” 
You moaned as he used his knee to force your legs open, his hand leaving your throat to push your back down the mattress. You didn´t even have time to react or support yourself with your arms, your left cheek meeting the bed sheets as you felt the tip of his cock against your entrance.  
You pushed your hips back without even realizing, just wanting Donghyuck inside of you once and for all. But to no one´s surprise, it was just teasing you that he wanted. 
“You´re so fucking wet,” He marveled, rubbing his tip up and down your folds. “Just like you always are for me.” 
You wanted to retort, but you also wanted his dick inside of you – today, preferably. So you just whined impatiently and arched your hips a bit more, “Donghyuck!” 
“Beg.” 
“No.” 
“I want to hear the high oh mighty miss I´m-always-right begging for me to fuck her.” 
“Please.” 
“Not good enough.” 
“Donghyuck, please fuck me. You won ok? I need you. I don´t care. Just please, fuck me,” You could seriously cry.  
Maybe you weren´t used to not getting things your way. 
“Tell me you´re mine.” 
“Am I?” 
“Yes, but I need you to know it.” 
“Fuck me well and I might be.” 
“Good answer.” 
You could tell he was smirking as he finally slid inside of you.  
“Oh god,” You moaned. You had been waiting for this for months! 
“You can call me Haechan.” 
“You´re not as funny as you think you are,” You breathed out, your hands gripping onto the bed sheets as he waited for you to adjust for a second.  
“Maybe, but I am about to give you the fuck of your life.” 
“Why are you still talki-” 
Donghyuck didn´t let you finish the sentence, his hand that was caressing your lower back now grabbed onto your waist for support as he took his dick out before pushing it back in. He took absolutely no time to find a rhythm that drove you crazy, and as expected from mister tease himself, it was a slow one, but with that, you could feel every single vein and piece of skin dragging against your walls, every single pulse and twitch of his cock. 
“Fuck,” You moaned, closing your eyes harshly to try and focus on something other than the way the man you hated was about to make you cum in approximately 20 seconds just from teasing. 
“I´ve been imagining fucking you for years,” Haechan groaned. 
“Then fucking do it properly,” You cursed between gritted teeth, sentence interrupted by a gasp when his cock hit something inside of you that had you involuntarily clenching around him.  
“You can´t take it.” 
He was probably right, but you wanted him to anyways. 
“Maybe you just can´t do it.” 
Haechan´s answer was a laugh; his movements didn’t stop as you felt something grabbing your hair and pulling you up, your back once again against his chest, “I wanted to have my fun, but I guess that´s not something you´re familiar with.” 
His movements then sped up, his right hand finding your clit and rubbing circles on it and his other hand moved to your favorite place, your neck.  
He was absolutely right. You couldn’t take it.  
You were pretty sure you were being loud, but you couldn´t even be sure because your mind was in another dimension.  
“Happy now, princess?” He groaned against your ear from the effort of how he was harshly fucking into you.  
“Yes, oh my god. Don´t stop – Ah-  I´m so close.” 
Your body was shaking at this point, you threw your right arm back to latch onto Haechan´s hair for any sense of stability as you felt everything beginning to turn white.  
“I thought you would put more of a fight,” His hand around your neck tightened. “But I love seeing you like this, so no complaints.”  
You heard his voice but his words didn´t register, leaving your mind as soon as they entered because you were so so close.  
“Tell me you´re mine.” 
“I´m yours.” 
“This pussy is mine, only mine.” 
“Only yours.” 
“Good girl.” 
Never in a million years did you think you would let Lee Donghyuck say those words to you, and never in a million years did you think those exact words would trigger the most earth-shattering orgasm of your life. 
“Oh fuck, oh my god. Hyuck”-   
He didn´t let up, fucking you all throughout as you were moaning and twitching, his fingers never losing speed against your clit, his groans from the way you kept squeezing around him were enough to almost give you another orgasm back-to-back as he let your cheek gently hit the mattress once again.  
“If you keep calling me that I might cum soon too.” 
You didn't even mind the overstimulation, your ears were still ringing, you were still gasping for air but he didn´t stop, in fact, he only begin fucking you harder. Another high started building up and you weren´t even done with the first yet.  
You barely registered when he pulled out for a second to flip you around, finding his place in between your legs once again, which you automatically wrapped around his hips as he pounded into you.  
“Fuck,” He groaned, looking into your eyes. Sweat was running down his forehead and neck and you so desperately wanted to pull him closer and lick it. “Maybe I was jealous, can´t stand the thought of someone else seeing how pretty you look like this.” 
“Hyuck.” 
“I want to ruin you for any other man. Fuck, you feel so good.” 
He was close too, you could feel his cock twitching inside of you and how he lost control once every few thrusts. Your nails scratched his back enough to draw blood but he seemed to enjoy it, his head dropping down your neck and a whine leaving his lips. The vibration against your skin got goosebumps erupting once again all over your body and you felt yourself at the edge again.  
You stopped caring your friends were right outside about 10 minutes ago and Donghyuck just never did - Oh, right. He probably wanted Jeno to hear it all.  
“Hyuck, ah- I´m close.” 
“Me too, baby.” 
You didn´t think it was possible for him to go any faster, but he did. Now supporting his weight on his two arms, Donghyuck drilled into you and his lips met your neck, leaving wet kisses and sucking on it to leave as many bruises as possible.  
Man really had a possession problem. 
You couldn´t take it anymore, as the man bit a particular spot on the side of your neck, you closed your eyes and let it hit you. No man had ever been able to make you cum just from penetration alone and your world was suddenly turned upside down with your second orgasm of the night. Donghyuck probably did manage to ruin you for any other man.  
Fuck him. 
With your body spasms and the way your walls started clenching when you came, Donghyuck followed right along with you. He had his eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed as moans left his pretty lips - Haechan was insufferable but he was also the hottest man in the world, you were going a bit crazy.  
You felt warmness hitting your insides as he slowly stopped his motions and started trying to catch his breath. You watched with hazy eyes as his chest stopped heaving and he opened his eyes to stare right back at you. 
“Hello beautiful,” You smiled at him, breathing somewhat closer to normal even if you were still shivering.  
“I figured it out,” He smiled back at you.  
“You´re still inside of me.” 
“And I plan on being for a long time.” 
“Is that a threat?” 
“I want you to go out with me.” 
“Awn, someone has a crush.” 
“Maybe. Let´s have a date and figure it out,” He shrugged. “Maybe we will end up killing each other, maybe we will end up boyfriend and girlfriend, maybe we will end up fucking – No, we´re definitely fucking either way-” 
“You just want to keep staring at my boobs.” 
“That too.” 
“And you´re still inside of me.” 
“You never said yes.” 
“We´ve known each other for many years, Donghyuck. What makes you think we will start liking each other now?” 
“I guess I already like you and even when hating each other we still had fun, you get me, I get you. Let´s not overcomplicate it.” 
“Ok, let´s give it a try.” 
“You just want me to fuck you again,” He joked. 
“That too,” You smiled. 
★ 
“Oh, fuck.” 
“What´s wrong?” Donghyuck asked worriedly, tightening his belt after the shower you took. 
“The timer.” 
“Oh, yeah. Was too lazy to turn it off,” He shrugged. 
“But the bet-” 
“I told you I didn´t care about the bet.” 
“That´s because I won.” 
“That´s because I let you win.” 
“So you´re just giving me your stuff like that?” 
“Nop, because many rules were broken and that makes the bet invalid.” 
“I never agreed to that.” 
“So you really want my computer? Yours is perfectly fine, I know it because I´m the one who assembled it!” 
“No, but I do want your hoodie.” 
Donghyuck stared at you in silence long enough to make you uncomfortable before shrugging, “Fine, as long as I can fuck you in it. Now go outside and tell our dear friends the bet was canceled.” 
“Shouldn´t we just lie? I kind of feel bad for Jisung.” 
“If I agree, I get to choose where to go on our first date.” 
“Let me guess, your bed?” 
“What do you take me for?” He fake gasped. 
“Do you really want me to answer that? Because then I don´t think there will be a first date.”  
“Look who´s all mouthy now, not only 15 minutes ago you were-” 
“Don´t you dare.” 
“Oh, I dare.” 
“Just give me your hoodie and shut up.” 
“You´ll go out wearing it.” 
“What- Why?” 
“I want Jeno to see it.” 
“To see that I won the bet?” 
“No, that you´re mi- You know what I mean! Must you always be so annoying?” 
“You´re the one begging me for a date.” 
“Don´t complain if I end up making you sit down and watch all of the Fast and Furious movies.”  
“That would still be more pleasant than having a conversation with you.” 
“You know what? Then I´m taking you to a fancy restaurant and forcing you to look at me all nnight.” 
“It´s a nice view,” You smiled, calling a truce for the time being.
Donghyuck accepted the white flag and smiled back.  
Maybe this could work out. 
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saturnznct · 11 months
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play fight | ldh
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➸ request from anon; hey sadie hope you’re doing well and staying safe~ i was wondering if you could do dad!haechan and his kids playfully fighting over the mum thank u so much for all your hard work
➸ note; ah tysm!! i hope this is okay, it took me ages to write this one for some reason
➸ word count:
➸ dalgun; aged 8, kyungah; aged 4, sunhee; in the womb lol
➸ warning(s); none
nct masterlist  (lnks will be added later)
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You whine as you stretch, waking up gradually as you do so. You were so warm, both from being buried under the duvet covers, and being wrapped in Donghyuck’s arms.
‘Morning,’ he mumbles groggily, ‘sleep well?’ 
‘Mmm,’ you hum, ‘the baby moved around quite a bit.’
‘They’re getting big,’ he runs warm hands under your shirt and over your little bump.
You turn your head to face him and kiss him good morning. You turn back, Donghyuck kissing your shoulder-blade. Both of you lay dozing for a few minutes, just enjoying each others presence.
‘It’s so quiet,’ you whisper, ‘why is it so quiet?’
‘Don’t complain,’ Donghyuck grumbles, ‘you’ll jinx it.’
You turn around now properly, so that you’re facing each other, ‘just wondering what my children are up to.’
Donghyuck is too distracted by you to care, pressing kisses to your neck, ‘you’re pretty.’
‘Hyuck..’
‘I love you.’
‘I love you too, but-‘
Your bedroom door creaks open slowly, your little girl’s face appearing around it, eyes not fully open, hair sticking wildly up. Donghyuck rolls off you, acknowledging his daughter. 
‘Morning, angel,’ Donghyuck lifts Kyungah up onto the bed, kissing her forehead.
‘Daddy. Mummy/mommy,’ she mumbles, ‘I just woke up.’
‘Yeah, we can tell sweetheart,’ you laugh, flattening her hair down a little, ‘did we wake you up?’
‘No, but I wanted to come lie down with you.’
‘That’s okay.. Did you sleep well?’
‘Uh-huh, I dreamt about baby sister.’
You and Donghyuck exchange a look.
‘Kyungie, we don’t know if it’s a baby sister,’ Donghyuck says carefully, but Kyungah takes no notice.
‘I just wanted to come hang out with you mummy/mommy,’ Kyungah lodges herself between you and Donghyuck, curling into your side, throwing her little arm around your bump.
Donghyuck huffs, ‘but what if I wanted to hang out with mummy/mommy?’
Kyungah giggles maniacally, ‘well you can’t.’
‘No?’ Donghyuck laughs, and Kyungah shakes her head, ‘why not?’
‘Because she’s my mummy/mommy!’
‘She’s my wife first!’
‘No,’ Kyungah protests, tugging on your sleep shirt.
‘Meanie,’ Donghyuck sticks his tongue out at the girl, staring at her for a few moments before launching himself at her in a tickle attack.
’No!’ Kyungah shrieks, giggling and squirming while Donghyuck blows raspberries where his hands aren’t.
‘Careful!’ you chuckle, shuffling away and wrapping an arm around your bump, although you knew Donghyuck would never let Kyungah get too close.
‘Daddy, stop it!’ Kyungah’s screaming with laughter at this point.
‘Hyuck, you’ll wake Dalgun,’ you warn, knowing your son would not be pleased at the disturbance.
Again, as if on cue, Dalgun trudges into the room, rubbing his eyes. 
‘What’s going on?’
‘Your dad is attacking your sister.’ 
‘Oh,’ Dalgun flops down on the bed next to you, absentmindedly burying his face in your side.
‘Little Mummy’s/Mommy’s boy,’ Donghyuck grumbles, finally releasing Kyungah who wriggles over to you for protection.
Donghyuck whines at his children abandoning him, breaking into dramatic wails, which the children ignore to annoy him even further.
‘You both love mummy/mommy more than me,’ he cries, and the two kids just roll their eyes, ‘I bet you don’t even love me at all!’
’No daddy, I do love you,’ Kyungah sings, but Donghyuck turns away, holding his hand up at her.
’No, you’ve made your feelings very clear,’ Donghyuck huffs, crossing his arms and shaking his head. 
‘Daddy no,’ Kyungah shrieks.
‘Only mummy/mommy loves me now,’ he pouts, making grabby hands towards you.
‘Hmm, questionable,’ you tease, Donghyuck looking offended.
‘No.. nobody in my family loves me… I might as well just… run away.’
Donghyuck rolls out of bed, ‘and I’ll never come back!’ 
‘Wait no!’ the children giggle, removing themselves from you and running out of the room to follow Donghyuck.
‘You’re coming into a madhouse, baby Lee,’ you rub your bump, stomach rumbling as you think about breakfast.
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dnghyksgf · 16 days
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hii idk if u take requests but can i request haechan getting jealous and possessive so he gets impatient and fucks u in the car on the way back
hello..this is my first time writing something long like this hope you enjoy..
(not proofread)
you and haechan on the way back from an event. you swore you only talked to the guy for a second.. he just wanted to know where the bathroom was. haechan wasn’t having it though. you could tell he was getting more and more irritated at every red light you got stuck at. all of a sudden you guys are pulling into a parking lot, it was dark, gloomy and most importantly void of any life. you see out of the corner of your eye haechan seriously in thought about something.. next thing you know haechan is leaning over the middle console and giving you the nastiest kisses you’ve ever gotten from him. him saying you are mine in between each kiss is kind of turning you on and haechan is more than turned on so he suggests that you guys take it to the backseat.
you guys eventually make it to the backseat and he immediately starts touching you all over. your breathless moans making him even harder than he already was. he slowly starts to remove your shirt as he simultaneously kisses down your neck towards your chest. you get the bright idea in the midst of all this to tease him a little. you undo his belt and unbuckle his pants to rub him over his boxers. he moans a breathless “fuck” as he throws his head back against the window. he realizes he’s supposed to be ‘punishing’ you instead so he takes his belt and ties your hands together and almost immediately his hands go up your skirt. feathering your core lightly over your panties that were already damp. he smirks knowing the control he has over you and pulls his boxers down to reveal his cock that had been leaking precum since he parked the car.
he slides the condom on and starts off slow. you knew he was teasing you so you tell him to hurry the hell up and he grants your very wish. he fucks you so hard and oh so good. every thrust deeper than the last. he starts to rub your clit knowing that you’re close. “let’s come together, baby please..” he says breathlessly from the vigorous thrusting and from him reaching his high soon. you nod your head as you squeeze your walls around him and kiss him as you both swallow each others moans. he kisses your sweaty forehead and laughs at how the windows fogged up and says, “you’re forever mine, right?”, you nod as you can’t really comprehend anything as you just the life fucked out of you.
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flowerinjuries · 1 year
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Hi can you do haechan type of bf like the one you did with mark? Thank u!
i got a few requests to do this so here it is!
haechan as a boyfriend!
the soft side:
at first he’s kind of confusing to you because he’s both really intimidating but also really funny
whenever he looks at you, a chill runs down your spine
you just really want to impress donghyuck, so whenever his eyes meet yours you feel suddenly insecure
this feeling doesn’t last long though as you get to know him!
soon you find out how ridiculously immature he is and how easily he gets your stomach to hurt from laughing so hard
he’s a prankster too
loves to make you think you’re losing your mind
where’d your clean clothes go? you swear you set them on your bed so you could get dressed after your shower
you catch your boyfriend haechan tiptoe into your room with a playful smirk on his lips
of course the son of a bitch stole your clothes just so he’d get the chance to see you walk out of the shower in nothing but a little towel
but when he gives you back your clothes, you wonder where your panties went?
let’s just say haechan has a little stash of souvenirs hidden away from you
anyways.. my mind’s in the gutter..
haechan is a bratty boyfriend
loves to pick ridiculous arguments with you just because he thinks you’re hot when you’re pissed at him
he will laugh at you when you’re trying to be serious with him
he can’t help it.. he barely takes you seriously just because you make him so happy
it’s just a rare occasion for you to see him upset because of something you did
haechan has a big mouth
loves to brag about you to the guys
calls you his angel sent from heaven
he’s your fucking devil though
you’re more reserved than him, so of course you’re gonna blush red and smack him when he blurts out something that was meant to be personal
but at the same time it turns you on when he boasts about you
he only ever has good things to say about you
rubs it in everyone’s face that you’re his and his friends will never find someone as good or hot as you
he just thinks you’re so perfect and he’s so lucky that you reciprocate his love
haechan is very touchy
wants you sitting on his lap all the time
he does not care where you are, you better let him have his hands on you
he compliments you so much that others may think his words have lost their meaning
but not to you two
every sweet word exchanged between you two love birds only makes your hearts flutter more
haechan is just exciting to be around and he makes you feel like a kid with a crush
he will always be your crush
god i love haechan
the not-so-soft side (nsfw/18+):
ok i know this is what you all came here to read
trust me i’m excited to write this.. haechan is so sexy and would 100% fuck his lover better than he’d ever imagine fucking a hookup
he’s really mean though >:(
but when you first got together he was really sweet and took his time
it’s just that he’s so open with you about everything it’s only natural that you two ended up exploring harder kinks together and learned to enjoy it
you two just love and trust each other so much so sex is always fun no matter what’s going on
i’ve previously said i think he’s a switch but for this i’m just gonna write him as a hard dom
((he’s still a switch though shhhh))
sadistic as fuck
he’s so sick in the head
wants to see you cry, scream, and beg for him throughout the entire fuck
his definition of foreplay is torturing you </3
takes it excruciatingly slow
he’s gonna laugh at how pathetic you are for him
hell he might be into knife play since he’s such a sick fuck
you love it though
the shivers you get from the anticipation and the nerves just turn you on beyond belief
he ruins all your lingerie
he’s rich though so he’ll buy you more don’t worry
his hot breath is always whispering gruesome (but sexy) things into your ears
he’s so extreme
“i bet you’d wait in hell for years just to get a chance for me to fuck your wet fucking hole, huh?”
duh
grips your thighs so hard there’s deep purple bruises :(
does not listen to you when you tell him to slow down
he will stop abruptly in the middle of fucking you <3 he’s such a fucking tease it makes you so angry
but he’s the one in charge, sweetheart
he does what he wants with you
you’re just his toy
(but you’re his favorite)
he cums alllll over you
so so messy
makes you lick it up as you make eye contact
if you’re lucky he will praise you
there’s so much i could write…
haechan is just the most mind blowing sex partner there is
but even if he’s wild, he never fails to take care of you for as long as you need afterwards
he does your skincare routine for you and takes you to your favorite drive through
will ramble on about life all night long as you drift asleep in his arms <<<3
i really love hyuck :’)
i hope my anons enjoyed this! as well as all my readers! i appreciate you all :D asks are always open, so please send in requests or any fantasies you have! i’m always in need of writing inspiration!
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fullsunised · 7 months
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𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐌! : 𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗖𝗞!
donghyuck refuses to sleep to watch your new mv after release even if he has schedule early in the morning.
genre; fluff
trigger warnings; none
a/n: bro this was meant to be for gojox inspired by how he stayed awake for amanai but uh I changed it to a hyuck imagine.
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"donghyuck, you have schedule at 3 tomorrow"
the said boy just nodded his eyes on the TV. "It's okay, I can wake up", he added insisting. you heaved a sigh at your boyfriend who was being stubborn. he could just watch it tomorrow to be fair, but apparently he doesn't want to- he said he wants to be the first one to view your mv, which clearly isn't possible because your lovely fans might be faster. who knows how many people are pulling a night out just to watch your new MV release. 
hyuck knew that, that's why he wanted to be first, be your biggest supporter, he was even planning to stream your video a few more times before he falls asleep for tomorrow. and if the song was genuinely good, which it will be, he might as well give up his sleep to listen to it all night. you knew he was good with keeping himself awake- but that was when he was properly rested the previous days, which right now wasn't the case, cause he didn't have not even a proper wink of sleep for the past week due to his group having a comeback.
"My love, you can wake up and watch it tomorrow. you need to sleep", you softly whispered sitting next to him. hyuck turned to you, his heart melting at the nickname you called him. he loved it when you did that, cared for him like there was no one else that mattered to you. honestly, hyuck wanted to give up staying up, but that would ruin his goals to be your biggest supporter. so he shook his head, even though it hurt him by saying no to you. "Why do you think your company sent you home early, for you to sleep well. look at you", you clicked your tongue unimpressed. 
the tanned chuckled softly, resting his head on your lap. you sighed again, giving up. running your fingers through his hair, you too watched the screen. hyuck was stubborn in his own way, which you always assumed was good for him, but not today, he was being unreasonable right now. would he rather be half sleepy all morning during pre recordings? no one would want that but apparently hyuck does.
he turned to look up at you, smiling at your upset expression. "It's okay baby. I can sleep tomorrow, I won't be able to watch it tomorrow after your MV is at like 100M views"
"You definitely can, it's just that you don't want to"
he leaned in capturing your lips. sighing into the kiss, you gave in. he knew kissing you would definitely make you weak just like how he melts when you care for him. there was still fifteen minutes until 12AM. "I'm gonna tell my company to release my songs in the morning", you snicker using the remote to play youtube.
the two of you watched some random videos to make up for the time, until there were two minutes left. hyuck grabbed the remote from you playing the countdown for your mv. he was already sitting up, eagerly leaning forward from his seat, so much that if leaned a little more, he'd fall face first on the floor.
to be fair, you were looking forward to watching it as well, all that hard work you put into making the song, learning the choreography and all that. the screen read a timer of 2 minutes, instantly hyuck grabbed your hand and wiggled it around, really excited clearly. you let out a soft chuckle, the timer turning 30 seconds.
the volume was pushed to the maximum with no regards for your neighbours, hyuck now on the floor closer to the TV, while you were where you sat when the video premiered. there was three minutes of silence, with him being completely involved in the song, while you mentally contemplated if he liked it or not. after the song ended, hyuck turned to you, breaking into a wide ear to ear smile. 
you let out a relieved sigh while your boyfriend jumped up and down replaying the song again. "You heard it once, let's get to sleep", you stated turning off the TV. pouting hyuck followed you to your bedroom. "I wanted-"
"You're not gonna, my love", you firmly stated falling onto the bed and patting the space next to you. the tanned fell by your side, burying his head in your chest. you wrapped your arms around him and kissed the top of his head. hyuck smiled to himself quickly falling asleep for the two hours he had left. 
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jistagrams · 4 months
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i was wondering if you could do more haechan texts🙈they make me giddy maybe a situation where he asks y/n to smoke with him or anything stoner haechan related if ur into that if not i completely understand ❤❤
ofc pook anon
messages with stoner haechan
parings: bf!haechan x gf!reader
warnings:suggestive,fluff,substance use, jealous reader
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ethereal-engene · 10 months
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promise you | donghyuck
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pairing: bf!haechan x fem!reader
genre: angst, fluff, and comfort  // warnings: mentions of death threats & cuss words
summary: The first and last time your boyfriend answers a call from a sasaeng who keeps calling your phone. // word count: 1695
note: I am in my delulu era per usual and apparently he said this once and ... this is my take on it "Ah, you really don't know when you should be scared. I'm going to sue you. I'm going to hang up."
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Honestly there are a few things that one can expect when they’re dating a k-pop idol. However, nothing could have ever prepared you for dealing with your boyfriend sasaengs.
It was a big deal too because he didn’t want you getting hurt because of them since he knew he had many of them. It’s too bad that he couldn’t control them but he tried his best to keep them from you. Nonetheless, the extent to which some sasaengs were willing to go were farther than his power and influence could reach.
This just so happened to be another incident where he wasn’t able to protect you from it. A couple weeks ago, you kept on getting text messages from an unknown number. As one would do in this situation, you blocked them but of course they would just have another number to text you with.
These messages at first didn’t seem like much until they escalated with messages of threatening to kill you and to stay away from Hyuck. You still ignored a good chunk of them even if they did make your heart rate go crazy. To be fair, if they were serious about this, they would have already done it.
You would have brought it up to your boyfriend but you slightly felt bad to have tell him about it since you knew he would feel bad about you being hurt. When in reality, he shouldn’t be sorry and if they were his true fans then they would be happy for him. It’s just the unfortunate nature and conditions that come with dating an idol. Plus, the bare minimum here would also be fans respecting their idol’s privacy.
Even though you had not brought this up to your boyfriend, he definitely picked up on how your phone notifications would go off more than usual these past few weeks. You brush it off as it’s just your friend texting you about the drama happening at work.
But we both know that’s a lie and haechan knows one when he hears one. Especially when you sometimes pick up your phone and a small wince or sigh leaves your mouth as you read what’s on the screen. He decides to leave it alone for now because he believes that you will eventually tell him.
One night when you’re staying over with him at the dorms, you’re chilling on his bed as he plays. Your phone starts to ring and you forgot to take a look at the contact number before picking it up.
“Hello?” You ask. Haechan hears you on the phone so he tries to make less noise, but he also quiets down to hear who might be calling you this late into the night.
“Bitch, if you don’t leave Haechan tonight, I will literally kill you tomorrow so you will never see him again. I’ve told you multiple times to leave him but you still haven’t. This isn’t a threat, it’s a promise. Now take your things and go. And as always. Do. Not. Tell. Him.” The voice responds and you end the phone call. You quickly block this number and try to make your heart stop racing so fast.
Placing your hand over your heart and attempting to pace your breathing. Haechan can hear your slightly heavy breathing. His eyes leave the screen to look at you. You are clearly not in the best condition as you were a few moments ago.
“Jeno-ya, I’ll be gone for a few minutes. Make sure I don’t get killed this round, I’ve gotta go check on my girl.” As soon as he says that, he rushes to the bed where you are.
“Hey baby? I’m right here and if you don’t mind me asking, who called you earlier?” Haechan’s hands search for yours and when he feels them, he squeezes them to let you know he’s there.
Shaking your head left and right to let him know it was no one, he frees up one hand to tilt your head so you’re only looking at him. When he does it, he sees that your pupils are dilated. His immediate reaction is to figure out what the hell happened and how to comfort you.
No one in the world should ever make you feel this way. Haechan brings your figure closer to his. Wrapping you up in his arms and giving you small kisses. “Baby, I’ve got you. I am begging you to tell me who called you and what did they say? And don’t try to lie. You’re a really bad liar ya know?”
You’re too scared to tell him now because of how he’ll react. Scared to hear him tell you about how you’re supposed to go and tell him about these things because you’re in danger. Scared to hear him tell you that you shouldn’t have kept this a secret for so long. Scared to hear him tell you that this is all of his fault and that he doesn’t deserve you.
Silence fills the air. It starts to feel so stuffy and you want to escape it so badly. But he won’t let you go until you tell him. Right before, he’s about to say something else; the phone rings again. You’re quick to end the call before he gets a chance to see it.
But the phone just keeps on ringing and ringing after you click the decline button. With the way you react to decline the call quickly and your phone lights up with more messages. Haechan’s eyes skim over them and he pieces together what’s been going on.
You might have a death grip on your phone but you forget that Hyuck’s strength heightens when he’s frustrated like right now. The next time, they call. He snatches it before you can even try to grab it back.
“Oh, so glad you learned your lesson and picked up the phone again you bitch. Now as I said, if you don’t leave Haechan tonight. I will kill you. If you think I’m kidding, I’m really not. I have everything ready for you. Your choice.”
Haechan removes you from him in the best way he can without hurting you. Along with holding you back as you continue to try to get the phone back, even though you know you can’t win. All he sees is red but he composes himself to answer back.
“I’m not sure who you’re calling bitch unless you’re talking about yourself. If you know what’s good for you. You should stop contacting this number.” A laugh is heard in the background of the call on the other side.
“Oh my god Haechan!! I didn’t know that you were going to pick up. I’m so sorry but your girlfriend deserves to die because she’s not good enough for you.”
A ‘tsk’ leaves his mouth and continues with "Ah, you really don't know when you should be scared. I'm going to sue you. I'm going to hang up." And with that, he ends the call.
A long huff and puff is heard from him. He’s going through so many emotions right now. You look at him in the eyes and wonder what he’s thinking about saying next.
“I’m sorry, hyuck. I’m sorry for not telling you about this earlier. I don’t want you to blame yourself for this and please don’t hate me or yourself because of this.” You can’t help but start to let it all out. It would be a big lie to say that all of this wasn’t scary to deal with and it wasn’t painful.
Some of their comments were as if your insecurities started to come to life and taunting you about not being good enough or worse. You tilt your head down to look at the floor because you’re too embarrassed to look at him right now. Your eyes are all puffy and your nose is starting to leak.
After a few minutes of rubbing your eyes dry on your shirt and snot with a tissue away, he finally says something. At first, it’s not you. It's to Jeno telling him that something happened and he’s done for tonight.
Then he walks over to you and cups your face with his hands. Wiping away the falling and dried tears from your eyes. They’re bloodshot red and his heart hurts all over again.
He just keeps eye contact with you with his hands cupping your face. Haechan can’t help but laugh a little at your face when it’s all squished like this. “Y/n-ie. You are the love of my life. Without a doubt, you are one of the many people in my life that I love so much and couldn’t live life without”, Planting a forehead kiss and making sure that you’re still looking at him.
“I am not going to lie and say that you I’m not a tad bit angry or upset that you didn’t tell me about this. Because frankly, I am because it involves your safety and wellbeing.” You nod in agreement.
”You are right about me somewhat blaming myself for this. You are not responsible for my feelings and neither am I responsible for yours. From the bottom of my heart, I am truly sorry you had to go through this alone but I promise you that I’ll always be there. God forbid this ever happen again but if it does. Please tell me so I can do my best to make you feel safe and loved again. I promise.” Haechan finally un-cups your face to hold you in his arms. You whisper another apology and I love you too as you take in his warmth & comfort.
“It’s okay, baby. You’re one strong woman and I couldn’t be happier to call you mine. Just remember that you don’t have to be strong all of the time.”
You two fall asleep afterwards and the next day involves him getting you a new phone number along with the paperwork required to file a lawsuit. When all that is said and done, this phone call remains the first and last time he ever picks up a call from a sasaeng on your phone.
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... another fic I’ll probably re-visit b/c this could be longer but for now, enjoy this! man, the # of sasaengs he has is 😔 
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signing off
- ash 
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raibebe · 2 years
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Motivation
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Genre: smut Words: 3.192 Prompt: gamer boyfriend Haechan x female reader feat. gamer Jeno
Warnings: grinding, degradation, voyeurism, unprotected sex
A/N: I did not think that I would be able to finish this but I literally pushed this out in less than two days, what the fuck. Anyways here's my fic for the Neohub Level up event! Anyone else surprised that it's a Dreamie fic and I didn't write for Jeno? Yeah? Me too honestly. But I adore this Nohyuck dynamic so here we are :] Is this my first full-length Haechan fic? I think so. Welcome to the collection, dear! If this is not up to par with my usual stuff, I'm sorry but I literally don't have time to proofread this a million times like I usually do, so :]]]] Also my first self-made gif header :]
“Jeno, get your fucking head in the game,” Donghyuck spat into his microphone, aggressively clicking on his mouse and all but smashing buttons on his keyboard. You couldn’t hear Jeno’s answer from where you were lounging on Donghyuck’s bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone, but what you knew was that his answer didn’t satisfy your boyfriend a single bit as he only scoffed before spitting out profanities at what you guessed was the opposing team. You could only giggle when he cursed colorfully once a big, red screen declared his team the losers of the match and an empty can of red bull went flying across the room. “This is your fucking fault, Jeno,” Donghyuck scowled. “Well, I don’t fucking care if your cat distracted you.” “No shit, sherlock but we aren’t getting any better if we continue losing against these teams.” “Yeah, go get a fucking drink, but don’t blame your horrible playing on a full bladder then.” 
Groaning, he pulled his big headphones from his head, carelessly throwing them onto his desk and turned around on his chair, an exaggerated pout on his lips. “Come here,” he demanded, opening his arms. “You big baby,” you smiled but gave in to his wish, climbing onto his lap and circling your arms around his neck before pressing a quick kiss to his pout. “Your big baby,” he insisted, burying his head between your boobs with an exaggerated sigh. You could only laugh at his dramatic antics, gently carding your fingers through the longer strands of hair at his neck. “Is this making you feel better?” You asked lowly when he also grabbed your boobs from below to further push them into his face. “Way better,” came his muffled answer, a moan slipping past his lips when you pressed down on the tense muscles on his neck just right. 
“Don’t be so hard on your teammates,” you scolded him softly after a while when he came back up to heave in a big breath, holding his head up when he was about to just faceplant back into his makeshift boob pillow, you instead held his face up to massage his temples next. “But Jeno was missing all his shots, it was like he played that game for the first fucking time,” Donghyuck groaned. “Not everyone is as serious about this game as you are, Hyuck,” you tried to console him. “If anything, Jeno is the most serious about this. It was his idea to make a team to play this competitively.” “Hyuckie~” “No, I mean it,” he whined, “He’s never this bad. He needs to get out of his head and get into these matches.” “Well, maybe he just doesn’t have such a good motivation as you have,” you chuckled, grinding down on his lap with purpose to hear a choked-off moan spill past your boyfriend’s lips. “No, he doesn’t,” he sighed, rutting his hips up into yours, his signature cocky grin on his lips. “What a shame,” you sighed, catching his lips in a languid kiss as he helped you roll your hips down against him in a filthy grind. 
“Hmm, I haven’t won yet, so I shouldn’t get my reward yet either,” he spoke against your lips just when you could feel the shape of his cock poke into your inner thigh. “But what if I want to give it to you anyway?” You teased, gently biting into his lower lip and accentuating your words with another filthy grind that made his breath hitch. “Those aren’t the rules, baby,” he reminded you, bringing his palm down onto your ass to get his point across. “Not everything needs to be a game,” you pouted. “But all the good things are,” he shot back, catching your lips in another kiss but keeping the grip on your hips tight so you couldn’t start working him up again. 
“Uhm? Guys?” Jeno’s muffled voice came through Donghyuck’s forgotten headphones. ‘Be good,’ Donghyuck mouthed towards you before he picked his headphones back up. “Yo.” With how close you were holding onto your boyfriend and with your head resting on his neck, you were faintly able to hear Jeno’s voice. “How about we do some 1v1s? So I can get used to this new gun?” Jeno proposed, “Before we jump back into some matches.” “This is the best idea you had all day,” Donghyuck easily agreed, turning back to his desk and reaching around you for his mouse and keyboard. “How about a reward?” He asked while setting up the lobby. “A reward?” Jeno asked. Pinching you into your side, Donghyuck made sure you weren’t dozing off just yet. “If you win,” he started, “I’ll let you fuck my girlfriend.” “What?” You heard Jeno exclaim through the headphones. “Sssh. But if I win. You’ll have to listen to us fuck. Best of five.” “Hyuck, I don’t- I. This,” you heard his friend stutter which only made you giggle, looking up at your boyfriend with bright eyes. “It’s fine, Jeno,” you purred into your boyfriend’s mic, “I know you think I’m hot.” “That’s- I- I mean. Yeah,” he kept stuttering adorably, “But you’re…” “My girlfriend,” Donghyuck completed Jeno’s attempt at forming a sentence, “But a little birdie told me that she thinks you’re hot as well. And I don’t mind sharing her for a little. If you’re able to beat me that is.” “So what do you say, Jeno? You wanna fuck me? And Hyuckie can’t do anything else but watch. Want me to cry on your cock?” “Fuck. Shit. Fuck, yeah. Yeah okay. Let’s do that,” you heard him through the headphones, making Donghyuck break out into a bright grin. “Don’t get too excited, you have to beat me first. And if I win all you can do is listen to her sweet moans,” he mused, clicking a couple of buttons on his keyboard to send Jeno the link for the lobby. 
“Do your best,” you smiled, going back to hugging your boyfriend, never really interested in the matches but rather in the outcome. It hadn’t been that long since Donghyuck had claimed that if he only got to have sex with you when he won his matches, he’d get better at the game quicker. In the beginning, you hadn’t given it much thought, simply giving in to his whining. That was before you realized that this could mean no sex for days on end when he simply didn’t win. Because if Donghyuck was one thing, he was firm with the rules he had set for himself. And that meant he wasn’t allowed to cum or fuck you in any way. The most you had gotten him to do on those days was to eat you out or finger you to your climax but it definitely couldn’t compare to the way he’d fuck you after finally winning a bunch of matches. But since this particular match would end up with you getting fucked either way, you didn’t pay it much mind, instead busying yourself with pressing open-mouthed kisses along Donhyuck’s neck, connecting each of his moles with a row of kisses. 
“You wanna be fucked by Jeno so bad that you’re distracting me?” Donghyuck mumbled under his breath, one finger firmly on the mute button of his mic. “Can’t blame me for being excited,” you sighed, gently biting down on his neck, “I didn’t think you’d actually let him do it.” “Hmm, I don’t think it’s gonna happen tonight, dear,” he laughed at the same time as you could hear Jeno groan through the headphones. “I’m getting fucked one way or another,” you mused, gently swaying your hips, “I win either way.” ”You hear that, Jeno?” Donghyuck taunted, “She’s so excited to get fucked. Already dripping all over my thigh.” You didn’t catch Jeno’s answer over your boyfriend's bolting laughter when you assumed he had won the second round as well. 
“Gotta step it up if you actually want to fuck her.” “Shut the fuck up, Hyuck,” you could make out. “Last chance, Jeno,” he simply singsonged, aggressively pressing keys on his keyboard and clicking the mouse. “It’s not over yet, Hyuck.” “Luck, Jeno. That was pure luck.” “It’s called skill.” “It’s only skill if you can do it again,” your boyfriend gritted out. “Watch me.” 
This round seemed to take way longer than the last one, Donghyuck’s clicking was less aggressive this time and his jaws locked up as he focused on the game. “Come on, Hyuckie,” you sighed, plastering your body against his, your fingers dancing over his shoulders as you ground your hips in the smallest circles possible until the bulge of his cock was right against your clothed core. “Stop distracting me, babe,” he gritted out, quickly moving his mouse over the pad. “Mmmh, but you feel so good,” you all but moaned, rocking down against him the best as you could in the confined space of his chair. “Be good.” “‘m always good,” you mused, busying yourself with sucking a dark bruise low on his throat that you knew he’d get teased for. “No, you’re not being good right now.” “Win faster then,” you laughed hoarsely, rubbing your core against the length of his cock with purpose now, sighing in pleasure. “You hear her, Jeno?” Donghyuck taunted his friend, “Hear how needy she already is? Ready to be fucked and she doesn’t even care whose cock she is getting.” Jeno’s muffled answer got lost in the loud moan you let out when Donghyuck’s clothed cock slid against your clit just right, making pleasure zip up your spine. “Doesn’t she already sound so good? Hm? And today is just your luck,” he laughed loudly and a quick look at the screen showed the victory screen with your boyfriend’s character celebrating. 
You couldn’t even be disappointed that Jeno had lost because you were sure, this wouldn’t be the last time that Donghyuck would propose this kind of deal and he had to lose one of those matches, right? “Mmmh, congrats,” you hummed, bending the microphone of his headphones out of the way so you could kiss him properly, wasting not a single second to lick into his mouth. “Thank you, baby,” he grinned against your lips when you separated again, “You ready for your reward?” “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” you giggled. “Mmmh, get out of your shorts then.” “Yessir,” you laughed, making quick work of your shorts and panties while Donghyuck closed his game and only lazily pulled down his sweats to reveal his flushed cock, the tip already glistening with precum. “Get ready for a show, Jeno,” he chuckled, slowly stroking his cock. Smiling, you climbed back onto the chair, bracketing his legs with your thighs. “Can I have your cock now?” You asked coyly, fluttering your lashes at your boyfriend for good measure. “Put these on for me, so Jeno gets to hear you well,” he smiled, taking off his headphones and securing them on your head instead. “I think he’d be able to hear me either way,” you giggled, “Hi Jeno.” “H- Hi,” he stuttered, his voice loud and clear through the headphones. 
“I’m gonna ride Hyuckie’s cock now,” you announced, Jeno’s mic was so good that you were able to hear how his breath hitched at your words, “Right here on his chair. Could have been you.” “Fuck, yeah… I- I’ll do better next time.” “Mmmh, can’t wait to have your thick cock in me,” you purred, slapping Donghyuck’s hands away from his cock so you could feel his length throb in your hold, “Will you get off listening to me getting fucked?” “I- Do… Do you want me to?” “I didn’t think you could resist it.” “Yeah… Yeah, I probably can’t,” Jeno admitted. “It’s alright, Jeno. I want you to,” you grinned, raising your hips up so you could slap the head of your boyfriend’s cock against your core, the wet sound probably not audible to Jeno but it made Donghyuck and you moan anyways. “Gonna fuck myself on his cock now,” you announced, lining Donghyuck’s cock up with your dripping entrance. Catching your boyfriend’s hungry gaze, you slowly lowered yourself down, drawing out your moan until you finally sat snugly on his cock. 
“It’s so big, Jeno,” you mewled, throwing your head back as you slowly swiveled your hips to get used to how deep Donghyuck’s cock reached inside you like this, “Can feel him in my stomach.” That comment pulled obscene moans from both Jeno and Donghyuck who gripped onto your hips tightly. “You have such a dirty mouth,” your boyfriend groaned. “Make me stop talking then,” you challenged him, slowly raising your hips before dropping back down on his cock, moaning loudly when he filled you up just right again. “So fucking good,” you moaned, slowly building up a steady rhythm, mewls and moans spilling freely from your lips. “Fuck, you sound so good,” Jeno moaned into your ears, the sound so all-consuming through the big headphones that it made your thighs tremble and rhythm falter. “Come on, baby. Keep it up,” Donghyuck teased you with a short thrust upwards. “Hyuck,” you whined, pulling out the vowel. “Be a good girl for me.” In lieu of an answer, you picked up your rhythm again, ignoring the burn in your thighs in favor of listening to the symphony of Jeno’s and Donghyuck moans. 
“Is he enjoying the show?” Your boyfriend panted, his grip on your hips guiding and helping you lift yourself off of his cock. “He’s moaning so much, Hyuckie,” you sighed, leaning back on his thighs so you could quicken your movements, mewling loudly when you managed to make him fuck into your sweet spot just right. “Please fuck me, Hyuck. I’m so fucking close.” “Beg some more for me,” he chuckled, merely pulling you down on his cock to roll his hips up in a slow grind, making you feel exactly how deep his cock was reaching inside you. “Huyck, please. Please, please, please,” you immediately begged, not even an ounce of shame in your body even if you were all but crying over his cock, “Want you to fuck me so bad. Need it. Please.” “You hear that, Jeno?” Donghyuck panted, “You hear how sweet she begs for my cock?” As an answer, Jeno simply moaned loudly as well and if you listened closely enough, you could even make out the wet sounds of him quickly jerking his cock. “He’s fucking into his fist, wishing it was my pussy,” you groaned, throwing your head back when Donghyuck finally planted his feet firmly onto the ground to fuck up into you. “What a pathetic little voyeurist, getting off to us fucking.” Jeno must have heard his comment, as a loud whine left his lips. “He’s moaning so loudly, Hyuckie.” “Even louder than you?” He chuckled, “Louder than your pussy?” “No,” you mewled, letting yourself fall forward against your boyfriend’s chest and lifting up your hips so it was easier for him to fuck up into you, pulling rows of choked-off moans from your lips. “No one is louder than my pretty baby when she’s crying over cock.” “No,” you agreed, proving his point with a wail when he nailed your sweet spot, your fingers digging into his shoulders. “Maybe we should invite Jeno next time so he can stuff your mouth. He probably would like that very much with how talented you are with your mouth.” “Want him in my mouth,” you agreed, “Want him to cum, Hyuckie. Wanna hear him cum.” “You have to cum for us first, baby,” Donghyuck cooed while Jeno only moaned from deep in his chest, “If you scream for us, we’ll give you our cum.” “Want it. Want it so bad. Make me cum. Make me cum please,” you blabbered, making an effort to meet Donghyuck’s strong thrusts instead of letting him jostle you on his lap like a ragdoll. 
“Come on, baby,” he urged you on, his voice sounding as strained as you felt, your shirt sticking to your body with your sweat, “Let loose and cum for us. Be a good girl and cum for us. Let Jeno hear how pretty you sing when you cum on my cock. I know you can do it.” “Close. So close, Hyuckie,” you mewled. “I wanna hear you cum,” Jeno joined in through the headphones, “Please cum for us. I bet you sound so pretty. I need to hear you cum. I’m so close too please cum.” “Jeno,” you moaned his name, already addicted to the rough sound of his voice. “Come on, babe. Let us hear you,” Donghyuck rasped, doubling his efforts to push you to your orgasm. “Hyuck,” you mewled, your movements turning erratic when you were so close to reaching your orgasm, you could taste it on the tip of your tongue. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” you chanted, squeezing your eyes shut tightly. “That’s it, baby, that’s it,” Donghyuck praised you, his fingers digging into your hips harshly to keep you grounded. With a scream that surely must have hurt Jeno’s ears, the knot in your core finally snapped, making your thighs shake and sparks erupt in your vision. “Holy shit babe. Yes, that’s it,” you heard Donghyuck pant, pushing you down onto his cock so he could grind himself deep inside you until a guttural moan spilled from his lips as well when he released inside you, paining your insides white. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jeno cursed, a deep groan spilling from his lips when he came as well. You imagined him on his dark chair, frantically milking his cock as spurts of white covered his hand and dirtied his clothes. If you were to do this again, you had to ask Donghyuck and Jeno to turn on their webcams. You wanted to see Jeno loose his composure as he watched you getting fucked by your boyfriend.
“Shit,” Donghyuck giggled after a while, the fist to catch his breath again. High on your orgasm, you joined in, melting in his hold when he gently rubbed your back. “Well- I… Erhm,” Jeno’s stuttering only made you laugh harder, his post-nut-clarity seemingly hitting him very hard, “I guess I’ll be hanging up now?” “Thank you for joining us, Jeno,” you mused, “Go practice some more so you can be with us the next time.” “Yeah… I- I guess,” he kept stuttering. “You’re so cute. Goodnight, Jeno.” “Goodnight,” he echoed before the sound of the call ending was loud in your ears.
“Take it off,” you whined, nudging your head against Donghyuck’s. Grinning and shaking his head at your antics, he did as you asked, pressing kisses to your face. “Did Jeno say goodbye?” “Yes,” you smiled, cuddling into his chest. “Let’s get you cleaned up, huh?” “How about a round two though?” “A rematch?” Donghyuck asked, wiggling his eyebrows. “Date a gamer, they said. It will be fun, they said,” you groaned but the smile on your lips betrayed your dramatic antics. “It’s plenty fun to date me, thank you very much,” he laughed it off, catching your lips in a sweet kiss. 
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jishyucks · 2 months
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Baby, Please Come Home – ldh
‣ pairing: lee donghyuck x reader
‣ genre: fluff !!!, established relationship
‣ wc: 2.0k
‣ summary: They weren’t lying when they said that the holiday season was the busiest time of year. With finals rolling around, gift shopping for your family, and keeping yourself in check, you barely have time to give your boyfriend the attention he wants. Donghyuck, however, has a way to work around this; alternatively, in which Donghyuck just wants one kiss and you think it’ll be funny not to give it to him
‣ warnings: clingy!hyuck (so it’s just hyuck being his normal self) and reader's a menace for not giving him the kisses (he deserves),, I tried to make it tooth-rottingly cute,,, keyword is tried
‣ an: honestly did this for me, I really needed something disgustingly cute with hyuck okay? (im serious, i was giggling writing this),,, this is lowkey so different from everything i’ve written which was why I was excited to write it >ᴗ< pls enjoy!
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It’s 8 in the morning and you wake up before your alarm.
That alarm was your boyfriend. 
Typically, your beauty sleep would be disrupted by Donghyuck bearing all of his weight on you, smothering you against the mattress. He’d pepper your face with kisses, whispering a short ‘good morning’ in between each of them. Then, he’d press his cheek right up to yours before he sighed at the warmth. 
He’d always be the first one to wake up given that he made the dumb ass mistake of scheduling 8AMs for two semesters straight (only tolerating it because he could end the school day sooner), but the past week was different.
Donghyuck had finished his exams two weeks earlier than you—each one of them being planned back-to-back by the university—while your exams were spread apart, reaching right until the school closed for the holidays. 
Sure, you preferred Donghyuck’s exam schedule, considering you had far more things to check off your list than you could keep track of, but it was just something you had to accept. You were going to be booked and busy for the days leading up to Christmas and you couldn’t do shit about it. 
A guttural groan bubbles out from your chest as you go to roll out of bed, eyes still half-lidded. You’re already mentally preparing yourself for your day, listing and prioritizing everything you had to do and setting small goals you wanted to complete before dinner. 
Yet, before you can leave the warmth of your bed, you find yourself restrained by two arms, tugging you backward and snugly pressed against the owner's body. 
“Don’t go.” 
“Hyuck, I have so much shit to do.” You try to escape Donghyuck’s hold, but when you struggle, you realize that he’s fixed you in his arms by interlocking his fingers. 
He pulls you in closer, “Just for longer, please?” 
You’re positioned so that Donghyuck was able to nestle his head in the crook of your neck, and you wanted nothing else than to just stay here for a little while longer. The room was chilly and the feeling of your boyfriend’s warmth made his touch a lot more alluring than it would usually be at such an ugly hour. 
You shake your head. “Hyuck, you’re acting like we never cuddle.” 
Donghyuck lets out a groan and you feel the vibrations of his throat against your shoulder, “I know, but you’ve been sooo busy lately and I never get to actually cuddle with you.” He presses his lips against your shoulder, kissing it before he buries his head deeper where it had been. 
“Shut up, you big baby,” you snort. You elbow him softly in hopes that he’ll let you go, but he only does the opposite. And he doesn’t respond, simply settling with the wordless act of pulling you in even closer, “I need to go, babe.”
He says nothing and you’re convinced that he’s drifted back to sleep, breath steady and his hot breath brushing against your exposed skin. You take this as your sign to free yourself, nimbly prying his joined fingers open before barely slipping out of his arms. 
“Sunshine~” Donghyuck murmurs into his pillow, his arms going limp. 
“Later. I promise.”
You leave him be to get ready, shaking your head as you laugh at his behaviour. Donghyuck was and is clingy—and not in the irritating, almost toxic way. He was the endearing type of clingy, always finding ways to engage in skinship between the two of you. It's his love language, after all, so you’ve grown to learn to love it. You’re honestly surprised that the man hasn’t gone crazy with how scarce the physical touch has been lately, being that you weren’t home for the majority of the day.
Once you’ve gotten changed, you finish getting ready in the bathroom, not quite caring to put effort into the look for the day because you know you’re going to end up all haggard by the end of it. 
Entering the kitchen, where your school materials were still scattered from the night before, you're met with the sight of Donghyuck sitting in the chair next to what will be your chair. Two mugs, both filled to the brim with hot coffee, were placed in front of the boy, who had his hands distinguishably crossed on his lap and posture being the straightest it's been since birth. 
“I made us coffee.” 
There’s a comically u-shaped grin placed on his lips and you want to laugh out loud. 
“Thanks, Hyuckie.” You pull your chair back and sit in it, crossing your legs (criss-cross applesauce) before you go to turn your laptop on. 
He waits for you to say or do something more, sitting in silence as he takes tiny sips from his coffee. His gaze feels intense as if he's trying to read your thoughts or burn holes through the sides of your face, and he hardly blinks, keeping his eyes focused on you with unwavering intensity.
“Lee Donghyuck quit staring at me.” You don’t lift your attention from your computer, bringing your mug up to your lips. 
“Aren’t you going to give me a ‘thank you’ kiss?” From how he's talking, you just know he’s pouting, but you don’t want to look at him, knowing that one look at your boyfriend would send you down a spiral of distractions—and frankly, you really couldn’t afford any distractions right now. 
“Nope.” 
“Even just one little peck on the cheek?” An ugly sound comes out from underneath you, coming straight from Donghyuck moving his chair along the hardwood floors. “Please?”
“Nope.” Donghyuck angles his head so that he is almost blocking the view of your computer, “Please? Just one on my cheek, or on my forehead—”
“I said later, remember, babe?” Your eyes flicker to meet his own and then you look away, “I promised, too.”
You’re a bit relieved when he says nothing. Instead, he stands up and heads to the living room. Although there was a tiny part of you worried that you might have upset him, you know Donghyuck, and he rarely lets small things bother him. 
If anything, he was likely just scheming up another way to persuade you into giving him a kiss.
Pushing through a few more topics, you almost forget that Donghyuck was still in the apartment with you. That is until he starts whistling aloud as if trying to create the illusion of being occupied.
Unbeknownst to you, he’s making his merry way over to you, concealing something small behind his back. Once he's right behind you, he reveals it, holding it up for both of you to see.
His shuffling pulls you out of your state of focus, “Yes, Hyuck?” 
“Look up.”
You’re not sure what to expect when it comes to Donghyuck, but you look up nonetheless, deciding to take a break and actually follow his wishes. You let your head fall back to look at whatever the hell this boy was up to now. 
“Mistletoe~” Donghyuck sings. He smiles, the chub at the top of his cheeks covering the bottom half of his eyes. 
You glare at him, “Babe, that’s a random leaf.” 
Maybe Donghyuck has gone crazy. 
He pouts, “Can’t you pretend?”
“No,” you attempt to refocus on your work, trying to block out the fact that Donghyuck was waving a leaf in front of your face as if it would genuinely convince you to give him a kiss. 
Honestly, at this point, it would’ve been easier for you to simply give your boyfriend a peck on the lips and have him leave you alone, but you’re honestly not hating the attention he’s giving you. That, and you wanted to see if he’d do anything else to earn your affection. 
You continued on with your day as usual, scanning through familiar topics and thoroughly rereading your weaker ones. Surprisingly, Donghyuck’s chance of receiving a kiss from you relied on the scruffed-up leaf he had probably plucked from one of your house plants, and he hadn’t chosen to switch up his strategy. 
“I thought you liked Christmas and the holiday season and winter,” Donghyuck lists, following you around the apartment. You’ve now checked your study session off of your list and you were preparing to go out for errands and brief Christmas shopping. (Spoiler alert: you weren’t dragging your boyfriend along with you). 
“I do.”
He frowns, “Then why aren’t you upholding the mistletoe rule? We’ve been under it a million times today and I got no kisses from you.” 
“That’s because it’s not mistletoe, Hyuck.” You slip your puffer on before forcefully pushing your feet into your sneakers. Donghyuck follows you to the door, leaf still in hand the same way a kid holds their stuffed animal. “I’ll see you later, okay? If you need anything while I’m out just text me.” 
“No goodbye kiss?” 
“Later.” 
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Your phone buzzes while you’re in line for checkout. 
Loml ‹𝟹
just remembered what I needed
Loml ‹𝟹
a kiss from u :(
You (lovingly) roll your eyes and respond. 
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You were exhausted and starving, the arches of your feet aching from taking you from one place to another. You’d say today was a success, having checked off all of your to-do’s for the day. 
You’re out of breath from lugging the bags down the hall and you’re not sure whether your fingertips felt cold because of Jack Frost or from the weight of the bags cutting circulation. But at this point, after you’ve finally managed to turn the key with your knuckles, it was a reward simply being able to drop the bags by the door. 
“Babe, I’m home!” It’s odd when you’re returned with no greeting at the door, something you’ve grown used to ever since you moved in together. “Babe?” 
You move deeper into your home, the fatigue momentarily forgotten. The absence of the familiar sounds—no running shower, no clicking of Donghyuck's keyboard, no loud singing—piqued your curiosity. 
Your gaze scans the main area of your home. The dining table lights were on, a pot of kimchi jjigae sitting on the stove, the hallway to the bedroom was off, no lights leaking through any door cracks… where the hell was he?
“Hyuck?”
Heading to the living room, you finally catch sight of your boyfriend knocked out on the couch. It's a downright adorable scene—knees pulled up to his chest, hair sticking out in different directions, and his arms dangling off the sofa. You wonder how long he’s been there for. 
When you round the couch to get to him, you almost laugh out loud at the sight of that damn leaf still clutched in his hand. It was sitting in his loosening grip, creased and worn out from the way it's been handled. Donghyuck was committed to getting a kiss from you. And now you almost feel bad that you’ve left him hanging for the whole day. 
You kneel down so that your face is right in front of Donghyuck’s, “Hyuck.” 
He doesn’t stir until sink your index finger into his cheek.
“Sunshine?” He calls, eyes still closed. 
“Did you eat?” 
Donghyuck’s eyes open in the slightest before he shakes his head, “I was waiting for you.” 
Your heart melts. 
You’ll never get used to that.
“Let’s eat, then.” You bring your hand up to brush his hair out of his face before tracing your thumb over his moles, “I’m starving.” 
He shakes his head and whines, “Not before I get my kiss.” 
“My kisses before kimchi jjigae?” You say, feigning shock. You bring a hand up to your chest and let your mouth fall open for effect. 
Donghyuck doesn’t give you a verbal reply. Instead, he looks back at you with the look he knows damn well you couldn’t resist, pout on his lips and everything. 
You sigh, “Just one.”
That was a joke—you weren’t the only one here dying for a kiss (or rather, give kisses). 
Bringing your lips up to his face, you pepper the man’s face in kisses, making sure that there is not one spot that you’ve missed. Donghyuck’s face melts into a soft smile, eyes closing as he lets you move his head around so that you can plant your lips wherever you want.
Before you could pull away, Donghyuck reaches up to cradle your cheek, urging you to come back down to press his lips onto yours. 
“Just one.” Donghyuck echoes before he pushes himself to sit up, hair still a mess. 
“You’re crazy if you think I prefer kimchi jjigae over your kisses.”
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Pairings: Haechan x Reader / Jeno x Reader (Briefly Mentioned)
Genre: Smut
Summary:  Mark doesn’t think you or Haechan would have a problem with killing each other, not even bat an eye at it in fact. 
Word count: 9.3k
A/N: Hey bitches, missed me? No, but fr, I´m sorry I suck Ik. Anyhow, this is a 2 parts series so hope u have fun, let me know what u think <3
Part 2
Mark found himself regretting his past decisions more often than not - Especially in times like these when he could barely hear his own thoughts over his friends’ loud discussion over the dumbest topic he had ever heard in all his 23 years on this Earth. Honestly, he should have predicted things would turn out this way when he decided to introduce his two best friends to each other, but he was naïve and believed that the two of you were long-lost soulmates separated at birth and he was doing God’s work by bringing you back together. Well, he had now figured out: It was a trap, and he was clearly being punished for thinking so highly of himself.              
It’s not necessarily that you and Haechan hated each other, you wouldn’t even agree to be in the same room if that was the case, but it sure seemed like it. Also, if it ever came down to it, Mark doesn’t think either of you two would have a problem with killing the other, not even bat an eye at it in fact. He didn’t really understand the concept of your relationship, all he knew was that it wasn’t hate, but wasn’t really fondness either. 
In the beginning, things were normal enough (or at least as normal as something can be when involving his friends); None of you liked sharing Mark’s attention and were constantly competing for his affection, bickering around like your bloodlines’ honors were on the line. Mark let you be because it wasn’t really hurting anyone and all the love, gifts and being dragged around were surely boosting his ego, but when things escalated to the point in which they are now, it suddenly became way too late to intervene and now he just had to put up with it. 
If it weren´t for the consequences of his own choices.
“Oh for fuck’s sake, you wouldn’t even make it to top 5,” You rolled your eyes before taking a sip from the drink you were holding.
Mark furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, missing whatever new topic the conversation has progressed into.
“Because you think you would?” Haechan raised an eyebrow. 
“I hate to admit it, but I actually think both of you would do well enough,” Renjun added, knowing better than to let you and Haechan hog the conversation and turn it into a fight. “Can’t say the same about Jisung and Jeno.”
“I won’t even try to defend myself,” Jisung pouted. 
“Why me?” Jeno whined in confusion. 
“Because you’re like a baby,” Haechan explained. “If Jaemin isn’t there to feed you, you’ll starve.”
“You think you’re hot shit but I put you in the “first one to die” position instead of Jisung,” You pointed at Haechan, not done with the discussion yet and ready to defend Jeno. “You’d attract zombies in a second with your loud ass.”
Oh, so that’s what this is about.
It seemed innocent enough, right?
Wrong.
Somehow, the simple discussion of who would survive the longest during a zombie apocalypse ended with a broken tabletop and a completely speechless Chenle (which was a first) watching his two friends trying to prove who was stronger.
"I'll pay for it," You and Haechan turned to Mark at the same time, getting back to the discussion in a millisecond like nothing had happened. 
Mark really liked his table, but honestly, he was too dumbfounded at the scene unfolding in front of him to complain. 
Just another normal Friday night.
Well, if you and Haechan didn't quite get along well, with his other friends it was pretty clear where you stood - and it was normally right next to Jeno, but no one talked about that for the sake of the group. Mark knows the two of you hook up sometimes, but he doesn't think it ever got past some heavy making out and he was fine with that, it probably wouldn’t escalate much past that.
"How was the date with San?" He heard Jeno silently ask you. 
"It went well enough," You shrugged. "He's handsome, really nice and a gentleman."
"Oh, so no sex, huh?" 
Funny enough, the whole room decided to go quiet at that exact moment.
"Who's not having sex?" Haechan excitedly asked, securing his “gossip king” status.
"You. Ever," You groan, finishing yet another drink. Mark noticed you often resorted to alcohol whenever around Haechan.
"I'm not the one looking like I haven't known what real joy feels like in years."
"Weren't you taking a break anyways?" Mark asked you before you could retort, figuring that he might as well just join in now that your sex life was out in the open. 
"From sex?" Jisung asked in confusion and you nodded.
"So no bitches?" Haechan joked with a smirk on his face.
"Stop projecting, makes you look insecure."
"Why would you do that?" Jisung returned to the original topic in a hurry, like the idea of choosing to not have sex would never ever once cross his mind.  
Cute.
"Not intending to shit on your gender but gladly doing so, men kind of suck. After many frustrated nights, I decided I could take better care of myself," You shrugged once again, pinching Jisung's cheek and cooing when he blushed at the mention of self-pleasuring. 
"Pff, you just have bad judgment," Haechan scoffed.
"And I judge by your tone that you think you're an exception?"
"Never had a complaint."
"And you think that's something to brag about?"
"No, but my dick sure is."
"Ew," Everyone's face contorted at the same time - minus Mark's, who was used to Haechan's crude humor and Chenle's, who actually thought his joke was funny. 
You pretended to throw up at the thought and Jeno handed you another can out of habit, which you promptly opened and drank for the exact same reason. Mark felt kind of jealous at how close the two of you had gotten but he blamed it on the vodka, deep down he knew he wasn’t going to be replaced as your best friend.
"Haechan's always bragging about being a sex god or something, but I've never actually seen him with a woman," Jaemin poked. 
"Now you're just lying."
He was right, you all saw Haechan at the club: A different girl in his arms each time he came around. 
"No, I mean I´ve never seen you bringing anyone over after a party."
"Why would I bring a girl over to a house full of dudes?"
He did have a point.
"I call bullshit," Chenle agreed.
"You guys seriously never noticed my absence?" He asked in shock, looking kind of upset.
"You're always here in the morning," Mark shrugs.
"Because it's called a one-night stand."
"Oh, what a playboy," You roll your eyes with sarcasm. "Poor girls wake up hating themselves for their choices and you're here all proud of yourself."
"I'm not bragging, it's a mutual agreement!"
"He's right," Jeno agrees.
"Thank you, Je-"
"But he's still all bark and no bite."
"What are we even talking about? This isn't about me! This is about Y/N and her incapability to orgasm."
"You made it about you!" You shout in exasperation. "And like I said, I do a pretty good job on my own."
"Ok no, but seriously, how long do you usually take to finish yourself off?" Haechan asked.
Mark will blame his friend's behavior on the vodka too. 
The two empty bottles on the floor were suddenly speaking volumes. This was supposed to be a little warm-up before a night out so everyone would spend less at the club and now here were his friends, talking about masturbation like they were discussing the weather. 
"I don't time it?" You look at him like he was stupid - which you knew he wasn't, thanks to the monthly trivia games where the two of you competed against each other. 
It wasn't a trivia night without one of you being kicked out of the bar.
Thankfully, you were friends with the staff, so you were always allowed to come back the next time as if nothing had happened - It was a vicious cycle.
"I bet at least one of us here can get you there faster," Haechan suddenly smirked and Mark would honestly pay to be able to see everyone's reaction again.
Jeno simply widened his eyes in pure shock at his friend's absurdity, Jaemin literally screeched while Jisung somehow managed to fall from the couch. Even you, who was never affected by any of Haechan's antics were rendered quiet as Mark choked on his drink. 
That’s it, Mark was going to hide the half-empty vodka bottle in front of him. 
"Bro, leave me o-"
"What's in it for me?" You asked right when everyone had started recovering from the shock, the room going absolutely dead quiet when people realized neither of you were joking.
Jisung looked like he was about to pass out.
"My entire PC set up."
Wow.
"Pretty high prize considering you're not even willing to bet on yourself," You commented. 
Suddenly everyone forgot they were never supposed to let the two of you exchange more than a few words with each other without meddling in, silence still looming over the room.
"I just trust my friends," He shrugs. "Also, wanted to give you an option, but I most definitely meant me."
"So your little bet would technically require me to have sex with you?" You squinted, trying to gather if the man in front of you had gone absolutely crazy.
"Precisely. And if you lose-"
"It won't come to it."
Honestly, everyone in the room would pay to see Haechan be humiliated. 
"Add your Balenciaga hoodie to the equation and I'm in," You agreed, absolutely stupefying everyone.
Haechan gasped at the mention of his precious item of clothing, the one he had spent years saving to be able to afford, the one he searched all around the world for, the one he barely wore twice on really special occasions. 
"Fine," He groaned in between his teeth. 
It was never like the two of you to back down from a challenge.
"When?" You raised an eyebrow.
"Tonight."
"I'll need to get way drunker for that."
"You're already drunk, shut up. So, here's what's going to happen: Before the party you're going to go somewhere and do your thing so we can time it," Haechan started explaining and honestly, someone could throw a ticking grenade in the middle of the room at that moment and no one would even notice.
"So like, right now?"
"Yeah. And next time we can arrange for the second part of the deal."
"Fucking you," You nodded in acknowledgment. "I can go two times in a row."
"No, that would be unfair."
He was right.
"If you say so," You shrugged.
"We want to bet too!" Chenle interrupted, coming back to life.
“What would you even get from it?” You asked confusedly.
“Just seeing Haechan swallow his ego is fulfilling enough,” Chenle explained and that was enough reasoning for you, so you nodded in agreement and Haechan rolled his eyes at his friend’s words but agreed anyways. “Also, if we bet money, whoever wins gets to keep half of the money while you keep the other half.”
“40%,” You interrupt.
“45.”
“Not up for discussion,” You conclude as you took another shot. 
“Why is everyone simply assuming she will win?” Haechan asked, looking heavily offended. 
Everyone mutually decided to ignore him and started screaming how much they would bet and how much time they thought Haechan would take to get you there, the starting point at $150. 
Easy money.
You were so entertained by how much cash you´d be making that it didn´t dawn on you what you would actually have to do for it until Donghyuck looked at you expectantly, “So, shall we begin?”
Your body suddenly froze at the realization, like you weren´t literally the one who decided to take his joke too seriously and started this whole thing, “Ri-right now?”
All eyes were on you, even Mark who was normally sensitive to your discomfort seemed to be edging you on.
“Are we sure we need to do this when everyone is around?” You asked, not recognizing if you had alcohol enough in you to be comfortable with masturbating in your room, knowing everyone was right outside and aware of what you were doing. 
“Positive.”
“I´m-”
“C´mon, it´s a natural thing. Everyone does it,” Jaemin raised his fist in the air to show support. “Jisung here takes 50 minutes in the shower every day and no one looks down on him for it.”
That earned him a punch from a very red-looking Jisung but Jaemin seemed to enjoy his friend´s discomfort. 
“Look who´s all bark and no bite now,” Haechan teased, seeming really pleased with himself.
“Fuck off, give me 10 minutes to try and down this whole bottle,” You took a deep breath, grabbing the half-full vodka from the center. 
“I´ll give you 2,” Haechan concluded and you glared at him but accepted what you could get. 
Ultimately, you ended up having another 2 shots before everyone started rushing you. Adding that to all the alcohol you already had in your system, resulted to an amount that was enough to, at least, get your inhibitions lowered. Jaemin was right, everyone there did it, it was nothing to be ashamed over. 
“Okay, I´m ready,” You muttered the courage before standing up to the sound of your friends 'cheers, phone in hand to hold your part of the deal and time how long you took to get yourself there. You were turning the knob of your door to enter your room when you noticed Haechan standing right behind you.
“What are you doing here?”
“I´m the referee,” He answered and you noticed he indeed had his phone unlocked on the timer app.
“The hell you are.”
“Look, how will I know you´re not cheating?”
“Can´t you just trust my word?”
“Ha. Funny.”
“No, absolutely not. This isn´t what I signed up for.”
“Actually this is exactly what you signed up for.”
“He´s right,” Renjun mumbled before looking down when you glared at him.
“Can´t we have Jeno do it?” You asked, clearly exasperated at the thought of Haehcan there. In your room. Watching you pleasure yourself.
“We all know he´d lie for you.”
“Ok, so literally anyone else.”
“They all bet in your favor, so no. It´s either me, everyone or deal´s off.”
You two exchanged heated looks, a smirk on his face that read a clear “I knew you´d back down”. You felt your body burning in anger (and anxiety), knowing you couldn´t give him the satisfaction of winning - Also, there were over a thousand bucks in it for you. 
“Okay,” You said between gritted teeth.
How have things gotten to this point?
Haechan smiled at that and pushed you aside to open the door himself, signaling inside as you begrudgingly took a step into your own room.
“Make yourself comfortable, sweetie,” He winked as you passed by him.
“Just don´t take too long,” Mark screamed as Haechan started closing the door. “Clubs are about to open.”
With crossed arms you made your way to the bed as the man sat comfortably in your desk chair, manspreading without a care in the world. 
“This is fucked up,” You informed him, awkwardly sitting on the edge of your own bed. 
“C´mon, tell me when I can start timing it.”
“Wait, stupid. It´s kind of hard to get in the mood with you there.”
“I can dirty talk if you´d like.”
“Oh my god, please never say anything remotely similar to that ever again.”
“Suit yourself.”
You took a minute to give yourself a pep talk before quickly making your way under the covers before your rational side got you to give up.
“What do you think you´re doing?” Haechan raised an eyebrow at you, looking at his cuticles like there wasn´t someone just about to freaking masturbate in front of him.
“You didn´t honestly think I´d just touch myself on full display for you, did you?”
“Well, yeah. How will I know you´re really doing it?”
“I know you´ve never seen a woman feeling real pleasure before but I can assure you that you´ll be able to tell,” You rolled your eyes. 
He sighed but accepted, “Ok, let´s get this going, today preferably.”
You had barely finished rolling your eyes for the first time before doing it again but decided it was easier to just go along with it and get it over with sooner than later. You carefully laid down and pulled your skirt up, still a bit too tense to move your panties. 
“Can I start timing it?” 
“No, give me a second to at least get somewhat close to wet,” You groaned.
“Absolutely not. When we fuck, it will start counting the second we start going, no matter if you´re already turned on or not.”
“As if I would get turned out.”
“You´d be surprised,” He smirked. “Can you turn your body a bit to the side so I can see your face, at least?” 
“You´re getting a kick out of this, aren´t you?” You groaned but obliged. “Perv.”
“You´re hot but too annoying for me, don´t worry. My matters here are strictly professional. I´m going to start the counter, do your thing or not, your choice.”
“Can we at least put some music on so I don´t have to hear your breathing?”
“No. It´s rolling,” He informed you, turning his phone screen towards you so you could see the numbers changing.
You took a deep frustrated breath and closed your eyes, trying to pretend Haechan wasn´t there before letting nervous fingers slide down your body, realization finally hitting that you were indeed doing it. You could feel your heart beating fast, the loud rushing of your blood leaving you deaf to everything around and the alcohol having your mind spinning in the dark. It was useless, there was no possible way you could get into it in this situation. Even your drunk brain was on high alert.
You weren´t a prude by no means, you were literally kind of messing around with one of the guys right outside, but you never had anyone watching you touch yourself before, especially not someone you had close to no intimacy with – Or someone you weren´t sure you even liked as a person, to begin with.
After ordering your shaky fingers to pull your panties to the side, you were highly surprised to find them coming back slick, a small gasp leaving your lips when you brushed your sensitive lips.
Ok, well. This was unexpected.
You opened your eyes and noticed Haechan´s ears did perk up at the sound you let out, but you closed them back down before sparing it any thought. The bet was on. You knew your body and you had already finished yourself off in less than half a minute before, it was no trouble. You can do it. Now that you were already there and Haechan had already seen everything he was going to see, you forced yourself to get over him being there for the moment, focused on winning the bet.
You touched yourself how you normally would minus the teasing part, you meant business after all. But for some reason, having Haechan there watching you, got your feelings heightened, your body and everything you touched sending stronger than usual waves of pleasure up your skin. Maybe you just discovered yourself as an exhibitionist, maybe you suddenly just got really horny or maybe the anxiety got your body feeling more sensitive, attentive to every feeling. 
At first, you manage to hide your sounds by harshly biting down on your lip – even though there wasn´t much to do about your twisting body – but the moment you decided to open your eyes again and met Haechan´s right when you eased your middle finger inside of you, the look on his face was enough to get you to drop your lip and accidentally let out a moan as you looked straight into his eyes. You widened your eyes in embarrassment, praying to all higher powers that he didn´t read into the look enough to realize he was the reason for your sudden moan. 
You used your now slicker finger to rub circles against your clit, trying to ignore your body´s pleas to look at Haechan again. You got close so quickly and your fogged up in pleasure brain didn´t have a care anymore, allowing your head to turn over as you took another peek at the man sitting on your chair. 
“Oh my god,” You gasped, adverting your gaze to the ceiling before you could literally cum while locking eyes with the man in front of you, mental images of his very apparent bulge and tightly fisted hands flashing in your head. You couldn´t believe your hormones got you to actually think Haechan was attractive and get off to the thought of him, but it was true, and no one needed to know. You didn´t care he was watching anymore, in fact, you loved it, and to know this was getting to him too, might have influenced on your sudden need to put on a bit of a show. So, you watched with your side-view as he grabbed the fabric of his pants and bunched it up on top of his thick thigh and you just let it go, a loud moan leaving your mouth as your body shook in explosive pleasure.
Realization soon dawned upon you after getting down from your high, so you closed your eyes again to try and recompose yourself before, while breathing hard, managing to let out a “done.”
“Already stopped counting,” Haechan informed, his voice sounded so raw that your whole body urged you to open your eyes and look at him, but you didn´t. In shame, you fixed your panties and skirt before trying to get up. In half a second, Haechan was at your side helping you stand, his touch burning everywhere his hands laid upon. 
“So, had fun?” You tried to joke in a shaky voice as you patted your hair down and he held you up, but your awkward laugh was enough to show there was no lightness in the air between you two at that moment. 
“5 stars rating,” He returned your tense laugh. “I´ll give you some time.”
You nodded in agreement and thanked him (for the first time ever, mind you) before you were left alone in your room. You walked in wobbly legs over to the mirror and finished fixing yourself up, retouching some parts of your makeup for the club before taking a deep breath to prepare yourself to head out, trying to not think about what just happened so you could remain sane.
“So, what’s the verdict?” Chenle asked in excitement the minute you stepped out of your room. 
Good, no time to be awkward then. 
“4 minutes and 27 seconds,” Haechan proudly showed his phone screen with the paused timer on it. Guess he thought that was an easy score to beat.
“I thought you´d be quicker,” Chenle complained.
You widened your eyes at him in disbelief, “Try doing anything with Donghyuck watching you!” 
“Says the girl who was moaning like a whore 2 minutes ago,” Haechan threw it at you and although he meant for it to bother you, it just got you to sigh in relief that everything was back to normal again, those 40 ending seconds inside the room where you two were being somewhat nice to each other got you feeling uneasy. Like this, you could go back to kind of disliking each other and never having to be reminded of those two quick minutes when Haechan seemed like the hottest male in the world to you. 
Except it wasn´t like that. Even with you doing an amazing job at hiding it and acting normally, the man managed to get to you. Somehow, having him hungrily watch you as you fell apart, opened your eyes to the fact that Haechan was in fact very attractive. But you´ll be caught dead before admitting that to anyone.
So, after failing to not stare at Haechan, washing your hands and finishing all the alcohol Mark and Jaemin had brought, you were all heading downtown to find a club that looked fun. On your way there, the boys bumped into two of their friends, who told you about this new place that had recently opened and seemed like a good time. Plus, they were offering free welcome shots to everyone who came in, so it didn´t take much convincing for your group to join Jaehyun and Johnny on their way to the new club. The place was full but thankfully, for some reason, Johnny was a VIP and got you all inside without having to stay in line. 
After paying the entrance fee and downing the free tequila the 10 of you got, you handed your id and cellphone to Jeno, who always kept them for you so you could freely dance without being bothered or having to take care of it. Your group was quick to find a spot on the dance floor, after all, your friends were all pretty hot and people tend to make way for attractive guys. 
Johnny took your hand and pulled you to dance with him and you gladly did so. You loved Johnny, he was genuinely a nice guy and you always had so much fun when with him, he was one of the few men who you felt safe around and who had never tried anything with you, he was glad just being friends and you adored him for it. You only ever met occasionally during parties or group hangouts, but you were happy every single time you two crossed paths. 
Colorful lights flashed around the dark room, you could feel the AC booming to keep the place cool and you were thankful to not leave the club drowning in sweat for once. Your drunk brain watched in awe as the lasers formed intricate shapes over your head and you laughed loudly at a dancing Johnny before you joined in, moving to the 2000’s hit. After a few songs, Jaehyun handed you a drink and you excitedly thanked him. The two of you had hooked up three or four times during random parties in the past, but nothing ever came out of it and you were both comfortable with that, if it happens it happens and if it doesn´t, it doesn´t. No pressure. 
He smiled at you and winked with no second intentions, as to say “you´re welcome” before going back to the table where some of the boys were sitting down. You could spot Jeno, who smiled at you, next to Jisung and Mark, the rest of your group scattered around the club – probably hitting on some girls. When a song you didn´t like much came on, you told Johnny you´d go rest for a bit and made your way to the table against the wall where your friends were passionately playing some word game.
“Wow,” You laughed loudly at the way everything was spinning when you threw yourself on the couch circling the table.
Jeno laughed and patted your head fondly when you managed to slide yourself to his side, quick to join in on the game so you could continue to ignore you were horny and kind of having a mental breakdown.
“Sky starts with an S, idiot,” Mark pointed at you, laughing at your slip.
“Oh, shit.”
“Drink up.”
You took a big sip from Jeno’s rum and coke, already past the point of taking more shots. When you pushed the glass back towards Jeno and looked up, Haechan stood there in front of the table, surprisingly no girl in his arms.
“Lost your game, big head?” You curiously teased.
“Something like that,” He winked with a small smile, sliding himself in the booth until he was next to you, even your drunk brain noticing when his jeans-clad thigh touched your bare one. “What are we playing?”
“C nor S,” Jaemin excitedly replied. “I´ll start: Photography.”
“Memory,” Mark continued.
“Family,” Jeno added before it was your turn.
Except you were too busy being in shock at the way Haechan´s palm found the top of your thigh to think about a word related to family that didn´t start with a C nor S in 2 seconds and was obliged to drink again. But the even bigger shock, was that you didn´t find yourself glaring at the man next to you or asking what the fuck did he think he was doing – and at that, you finished Jeno’s drink for him because there´s no way you could accept that you actually enjoyed Haechan´s touch.
After another round, Jaemin spotted a girl to his interest and left with Jaehyun, leaving the remaining boys to start a conversation, like normal people for once. Haechan must have noticed your lack of complaints over his hand on you, because as you were busy paying attention to whatever the guys were discussing, you felt his fingers start tracing shapes against your skin, making your whole body tense. You pretended to not notice it, although it was pretty clear if he had eyes that you did, even after you forced yourself to relax.
With the side of your eyes, you saw an amused look on Haechan’s face as he joined in on the discussion like nothing was going on, like you weren’t twitching at every change of speed or pattern of the tip of his fingers on your thigh. Under ordinary circumstances, that would be a normal occurrence and it would have absolutely no effect on you, already being used to the whole flirting scheme, but that was Haechan touching you and before today, the thought of it happening never once even came close to crossing your mind – You barely ever talked to the guy when the others weren’t around for fuck’s sake. The chat on your phone with Haechan consisted of months-old messages saying things along the lines of “Mark´s going out with me this Wednesday, fuck off” or “Donghyuck, you bitch. I told you 4 fucking times that I was taking Mark to watch Thor.” If you scrolled up and read all the texts you ever sent each other, the nicest thing there, would be a “Just got that M-16 skin you won´t fucking shut up about, sent it to u to see if u get motivated to play at least somewhat decently.”
You knew how to read people, that´s why you started your thing with Jeno in the first place, just by looking at him you knew he was interested – So, with a bat of your eyes he came running like you knew he would. You could see how Jaemin would never take an advance towards you because of Jeno, but he wasn´t going to deny you in case you made a move either. You were aware that Mark and Chenle would laugh to the point of tears in front of your face if you ever tried something and that Jisung would rush to any opportunity you presented him with. In short, you were aware of everything that happened around you and where you stood with each person in the room, it has always been clear that Haechan took no interest in you, so, to say you were surprised by him suddenly touching you like that, was downplaying it a bit.
The bastard knew he was getting to you by the way goosebumps were rushing up your skin and with a smirk on his face, he let his hand slide down to the inner part of your thigh, where he gave a firm squeeze causing you to violently jump. You earned funny looks from your friends but they ruled it out as you being drunk and didn´t spare any thoughts - It´s not like Haechan was trying to hide anything either, to be honest.
“Jisung straight up called my senior stupid,” Mark was groaning when you tuned back into the conversation, doing your best to try and ignore Haechan. 
“And the funny part is that we all know he didn´t even mean it like that,” Chenle laughed.
It was when you felt Donghyuck´s fingers lightly tracing their way up through the most sensitive part of your thigh that you decided enough was enough – Because honestly, you didn´t think you could take it. You harshly grabbed his hand and pushed him out of the boot, dragging him to the bar with the excuse of getting Jeno another drink.
“Listen, I know you got to watch me touch myself and all, but we´re not gonna fuck,” You told him in a hushed tone after ordering your drinks.
“Actually, we are,” He simply smirked at you.
You rolled your eyes in frustration, “Yeah, I know. I mean besides the one time for the bet.”
“Don´t worry, princess. You look good in that skirt, by the way.”
“Don´t change the subject.”
“Wanna keep talking about us fucking then? Awn, are you that excited?”
“I think you´re the one who´s excited.”
“I really am.”
“Was starting to think I´m not your type after the hundred times you told me that,” You rolled your eyes again.
“You managed to convince me.”
“Oh no, does that mean you´re gonna start hitting on me now?”
“Do I have to?” He raised an eyebrow at you.
“Please don´t, you’re already disgusting enough normally. Let´s go back to whatever we had going on before, yeah?”
“Sure,” Haechan said with a serious face, suddenly looking behind you like he was searching for someone. “Just help me out with something first please.”
Giving you no time to process, he grabbed your hand and pulled you confidently towards whoever he had seemed to find, allowing you no reaction other than to dumbly be dragged by him, “Donghyuck, the drinks-”
“It won´t take long,” He assured you, not even looking back as you glanced worriedly at the bar.
You assumed Haechan wanted your help to pick up a girl, although you couldn´t imagine how you could possibly be helpful since you don´t have a single nice thing to say about him. But if that´s what it took for him to stop testing your willpower, you would make up the most flattering lies one could elaborate - He´s so nice and caring, he donated me a kidney without thinking twice. And that was only three days after he stopped a moving bus with his pure strength to keep it from running over a sweet old lady.
It was only when you found yourself entering a dark hallway that you realized he probably wasn´t after a girl, but you didn´t have much time to process that before he was pushing your back against the wall. You simply looked at him in confusion and he literally stared back at you in silence, his face illuminated by the emergency lights.
“So?” You asked, not having to scream since the music wasn´t as loud in there. “You look good in that skirt.”
“You´ve already said that.”
“Yeah, but you´re still looking good in it.”
“Donghyuck, are you trying to hit on me? ‘Cause you´re not doing a very good job.”
“I´m not sure I am,” He furrowed his eyebrows in thought before looking at you confidently, his left hand against the wall over your right shoulder. “No, I definitely am.”
“Please tell me this isn´t how you managed to get so many girls-”
“No, of course not. I´m just weirded out because it´s you.”
“By the look of disgust on your face, I won´t assume that was supposed to sound flattering.”
“I´m surprised myself.”
“Why the sudden interest? Stop it, I don´t like it.”
“I may have realized you´re actually hot enough to make up for your annoying personality.”
“I know you´re trying to somewhat compliment me but those are some really backhanded remarks.”
“All I´m saying is that for whatever reason I really want to fuck you,” He bluntly stated, his dark eyes watching you intensely from so close. 
“Sheesh. Unless you want to time it, not going to happen.”
“Let´s see about that,” He smirked, and you honestly got chills. 
“Listen, just because you suddenly realized I´m attractive, doesn´t mean I feel the same way. You´re still disgust-”
“I saw the way you looked at me, Y/N.”
He said that in such a confident firm tone that rendered you quiet. Kudos to him, because that was a first.
Donghyuck took another step closer, bending his head down so your faces were inches apart as he watched you with an amused glint on his eyes, “I know you liked that I was watching. I already dropped the attitude, time for you to do the same.”
“Yeah, no thanks,” You disagreed but your eyes were glued to his lips, which were a single breath´s distance from yours.
“I´m used to brats, Y/N.”
“You´ve never met a real one,” You looked up back at his eyes, a glint on your eyes that got him groaning. 
“I´ll break you in no time.”
“I´d like to see you try,” You smirked, giving his lips a teasing quick lick before softly pushing him away and leaving with a wink.
You were a second away from letting Lee Donghyuck fuck you in a dirty hallway inside a full club. Yeah, you had to make your escape. 
You made your way back to the bar, your whole body buzzing as you apologized and thanked the confused bartender who was looking around for you, making your way back to the table balancing 4 drinks in your hands. 
“Took you long enough,” Chenle commented once you placed the drinks on the table and sat down next to him.
“Where´s Jeno?” You asked, ignoring his complaint.
“Karina´s here.”
“Oh.”
“What? Was he supposed to keep giving you puppy eyes while you sneaked around with Haechan?”
“That´s just what his eyes look like,” You rolled your eyes, not denying any of Chenle´s statements. 
“Did you time it at least?”
“I didn´t fuck Haechan, just had to give him a lecture.”
“Yes, mommy.”
Jisung choked around his drink at his friend´s comment, but before Chenle could tease him for it, Jaemin, Jaehyun and Johnny returned to the table.
“Where´s Mark?” Was the first thing Johnny asked before stealing one of the drinks you had brought.
“Bathroom,” Chenle answered. 
Jaemin reached out to get the last glass from the center before you swatted his hand away, “This is Jeno´s.”
“Sorry, Miss Lee,” Jaemin rolled his eyes, grabbing your drink instead and sucking on the straw. 
“Didn´t say which Lee,” Chenle teased and as if on cue, all three Lees returned to the table almost at the same time, coming from different directions. 
“Y´all tired?” Mark asked after he slumped on the couch. “I´m exhausted.”
“We´ve been here for 2 hours at most,” Jaemin complained, but his eyes did seem a bit tired.
“C´mon, let´s drink some more. Next round is on me,” Johnny suggested, already raising his hand to call one of the VIP´s waiters over to order shots for everyone. 
Well, you were never one to deny a free drink.
Or three.
The rest of the night was spent in flashes, in one of them you had agreed to dance with Haechan and had him holding you close by your waist as he ground and swayed his hips against you. In the second one you had informed the others you´d go back to your place before them because your “feet hurt”, Haechan´s hand on the small of your back. When you finally came back to your senses, Haechan was throwing you against the elevator walls and catching your lips hungrily, hands literally everywhere, trying to make up for all the lost time. You indulged in it because honestly, the way he was kissing you got your legs weak and he knew that, by the little whines that kept leaving your mouth. The trip up was short and when the doors dinged open, he simply grabbed the back of your legs and wrapped them around his hips so he wouldn´t have to stop as he made his way to your front door. 
“Fuck, the keys,” You groaned against his mouth, remembering you left all your stuff with Jeno.
“I got it,” He assured you before forcing your lips together again, his left hand leaving your body so he could fish for the keys in his pocket and open the door. When that was cleared, he wasted no time making his way to your bedroom. Your body met the bed as Haechan hovered above you, tongue in a battle with your own as he grabbed your arms and pushed them above your head and held them there. 
“You´re still not going to fuck me,” Your voice was breathless, but you still made your point.
“It´s ok, I only want to watch tonight,” He smirked, eyes locked in yours as he pressed his knee against your core.
“Fuck,” You whined. 
Content with the sound, he dipped his head down to mouth at the side of your neck as he kept grinding his thigh against you. Your back arched as his tongue got shivers running up your skin and you could hear his chuckle against your veins, but when you tried to push him away, he simply left a harsh bite on the juncture between your shoulder and your neck. A loud moan escaped your lips at that.
“Pain slut,” He laughed at you. 
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Go on, touch yourself,” He ordered. “Or do you want me to do it?”
“You´ll have to do better than that if you expect me to give you what you want.”
“Oh, sweetie. Should I check who wants this more?” He gave you a look of fake pity, his hand that wasn´t holding yours making his way between your legs, a single finger lightly tracing the outer line of your panties, so close to feeling how soaked you actually were.
You squirmed under his touch and he simply smirked up at you. 
“How do you want me to touch myself if you´re holding my hands?” You groaned.
“I want you to ask nicely,” He informed, his finger teasing the seam of your panties. 
Haechan´s mouth found yours again as he sucked on your tongue, his free hand now grabbing the waistband of your panties and slowly dragging them down your legs and you bit his plump bottom lip to keep yourself from whining at the way your core ached so badly it hurt. 
You suddenly realized he was about to see you really naked for the first time and the thought of it got you squeezing around nothing.
Ok, fuck it, he won.
“Let me,” You whined against his lips.
“Let me what?” He teased, the sight of his hands getting lost under your skirt doing wonders for you.
“Let me touch myself,” You breathed out.
“Will you put on a pretty show for me?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes.”
“Good girl.”
Fuck.
At that, you felt his hand opening around your wrists and you wasted no time in getting them where you needed them, a loud moan leaving your mouth when your fingers met your slit and you felt how absurdly wet you were. 
Haechan stood up on his knees so he would be able to fully see you, “Open your legs for me.”
And so you did, your mind spinning at the way he groaned at the sight when you complied. 
“You´re so fucking wet,” He admired, his voice sounding dazed. 
Your brain had no longer a single thought running around, all you cared about was how good you felt and how much you needed to cum, all your inhibitions thrown out of the window with how Haechan was over you, watching you touch yourself like he was ready to carry you to a damn pedestal and worship you. A gasp left your lips when you stopped teasing yourself and finally circled your clit, your moan followed by another groan from the man in between your legs. You were so lost in your own world of pleasure that when you felt Haechan´s hand gently pressing around your neck, your whole body spasmed at the feeling. 
You knew you were moaning like an instructed porn star, but your ears were trained on the way Haechan´s breath was heavy, how his eyes were dark and trailing down your body then up your face like a man starved. 
“Donghyuck-” You whined, not even knowing what for.
“You´re doing good, baby. So pretty for me, keep going.”
He bent himself over you once again, now watching your face contort in pleasure inches away from his own. His free hand caressed your cheek and you leaned into the touch, rubbing your skin against his palm as you looked into his eyes. He looked so good you could probably cum untouched just by looking at his stupid handsome face.
“So pretty,” He breathed out as he put two of his fingers into your mouth. “Suck.” He had a sadistic smile on his face as he watched you follow his orders and squirm under him, “Awn, you´re close aren´t you? Let me see, don´t stop.”
Haechan pulled his fingers from between your lips and let go of your neck, leaving teasing kisses down your skin, down the cleavage of your top and then trailing his way on your abdomen after pushing your shirt out of the way. When he got to your skirt, he left a little peck on your navel before flipping the fabric up, now face to face with your pussy as he laid in between your legs. 
“Al-almost,” You whined, speeding up your fingers. 
You squeezed your eyes shut, ready to brace yourself when you suddenly jolted them open at a foreign feeling. You gasped and looked down to find that Haechan had put two of his fingers inside of you and it felt absolutely mind-blowing, “Fuck.” 
“Don´t worry, I´m just going to leave them there.”
He didn´t even look at your face, too entranced with the way you were just sucking him right in. The added stimulation felt like heaven and you knew you were on the edge, considering begging for Haechan to just move his fingers but somehow, him just leaving them there, rubbing against your spasming walls, not doing a single thing to help as you worked yourself around him, was hotter than you would have imagined. 
“Fuck, you´re clenching so much,” You didn´t miss the way the man sucked in a breath and closed his eyes harshly for a quick second, like he was trying to get himself together – And with that you noticed he was grinding his crotch against the bed and you just saw stars, exploding around his fingers and being surprised by the semi-scream that ripped through your body as you came. Your whole body shook and you didn´t even feel it when Haechan grabbed your thigh and dug his nails harshly on your skin to keep himself grounded so he wouldn´t legit cum untouched.
Curses left your lips in the form of gasps as you enjoyed your high and after a few deep breaths, you sat up and looked at Haechan, “Let me suck you off.”
“Fuck, don´t say it like that,” He groaned, standing up in a single heartbeat and positioning himself sitting down against your headboard. 
“I had to or you´d cum in your pants,” You teased as if you weren´t in a hush yourself, unbuttoning his pants in lightning speed.
“Look who´s all mouthy now,” He rolled your eyes but his attitude was soon interrupted by a whine when you accidentally brushed your hand against his crotch when pulling his pants down. “I can´t help it. You´re just really hot.”
“Always have been,” You assured once you were happy with the lack of jeans on his body.
“I know,” He breathed out and you just had to stop and admire the view for a second. Haechan manspreading in your bed, black boxers matching his black t-shirt, his tanned skin glistening and everything about his face read fucked-out when you haven´t even done anything yet. His thick thighs led the way to his twitching bulge and suddenly it made sense to you why that man was so cocky all of the time. 
You got on your knees in between his legs and slowly kissed the inner part of one of his thighs, letting him feel your wet tongue as he groaned and dropped his head back.
“Don´t tease.”
“Or?” You raised your eyebrows, looking up at him. He pressed his tongue inside the inner part of his cheek in annoyance, but you knew he was in no position to do anything at the moment.
You didn´t give him a chance of retorting, gently rubbing your cheek against his member and feeling it twitching against your skin, leaving an open-mouthed kiss on him over the fabric before nosing around it just to hear him whine. 
“I´m trying to be nice,” He groaned.
“Don´t be,” You mouthed, looking up at him, your lips still touching his member as you spoke.
He laughed loudly at that, “Ok, you asked for it.”
Before you had time to process his words, Haechan grabbed the hair on the back of your neck so harshly you thought he would rip it out. He held your face away from him as he used his free hand to push his boxers a bit down and pull his member out, your mouth watering at the sight like a good whore. 
“Open up,” He ordered after his cock was out, simply pushing your mouth down on it just as he wished, hitting the back of your throat and giving you absolutely no time to adjust as you tried your best to hold your coughs inside, tears already filling your eyes as he didn´t budge. “That´s it.”
If you were choking or not, he didn´t care, being truthful to his words of not being nice and showing the Haechan you really knew. He held your head down as he fucked into your mouth and you didn´t know why, but that got you clenching around nothing again. As much as you didn´t like Haechan very much and you´d never let him verbally know how much power he suddenly had over you, the sounds that left his lips were the single hottest thing you had ever heard in your whole life. For that only reason, you ignored that you couldn´t breathe or that your neck and jaw were aching like hell, letting him use you until you passed out if that was the case.
“Awn, you like this, don´t you? Guess you really are a whore.”
You moaned around him and since he was already so worked up, it was enough to get him shooting down your throat. The whines that left his mouth were enough to keep your mind away from the thoughts of “how the hell will I continue to make fun of someone who now had his dick in my mouth?”
Dongyuck watched with tired eyes as you straightened yourself up, a proud smile on his face as he noticed you swallowing. His hand found the back of your neck and he pulled you into a soft lazy kiss which you found yourself thankful for. When you pulled away, he carefully watched your face and you looked at him confusedly.
“You really are insanely hot,” He stated in a matter-of-fact tone. “Especially like this.”
You figured that you looked like an absolute mess right now, your eyeliner and mascara smudged around your eyes and trailing down your cheeks, your hair sticking out in every direction and your lips puffed. You guessed that was the appeal. 
“So I´ve been told.”
You stood up, not really sure of what to do as the man in front of you fixed himself up. Should you kick him out? Invite him for cuddles? Order pizza? Tell him you´ll wait for his Uber outside with him? Invite him to stay the night? At that moment, you realized you had never hanged out with Haechan when it was just the two of you - actually, scratch that, you don´t really remember ever really talking to Haechan when the others weren´t around or the two of you weren´t bickering over something. You didn´t really feel the urge to form a friendship out of nowhere, because the man in your bed buckling his pants was still very much Donghyuck and you still found him very much annoying, even when you just had his dick in your mouth. Point being, you didn´t really need to kick him out but you didn´t really have to force a closeness that the two of you never had either. 
“Wanna shower?” You found yourself asking, trying to at least be polite so you wouldn´t have to hear it from Mark the next day - Although you couldn´t fathom a single scenario in which Mark would ever mention you blowing his friend. 
“With you?”
“Yeah, sure. Why not?”
“I´ll get to see your boobs for the first time?” He asked, his eyes glistening in excitement.
“Yeah, no. I take it back -”
“I´m just messing with you,” He laughed, standing up and grabbing your hand to drag you to your own bathroom. “Let´s go.”
You gave his back a weird look but followed along anyways, desperately trying to find a topic you could fight over so you could feel normal once again. 
When reaching the bathroom, Haechan closed the door behind you and calmly took his shirt off before turning on the water and testing the temperature, adjusting it to his liking before taking his pants off too. You took your own clothes off in silence, leaving your panties and bra on because being completely naked in front of him felt like too much for whatever reason. Donghyuck didn´t seem to share of your discomfort though, his hands grabbing the waistband of his boxers to take them off before you quickly interrupted him.
“How about we turn the lights off?” You suggested.
“Are you uncomfortable?”
You stopped yourself before you could agree, not wanting to give him any teasing material for later. He seemed to sense the thought process inside your head and you were bracing yourself for an annoying remark on his part when he simply nudged you to the side and turned the lights off himself. The soft moonlight slipping in from the window was enough to be able to see your immediate surroundings and Donghyuck´s face, so you simply smiled appreciatively at him and finished taking your underwear off before stepping into the shower.
“Oh, fuck. This is way too cold,” The nice little moment was broken the minute a single drop of water touched your hot skin.
“What do you mean?” Haechan asked, joining you inside and getting under the shower stream himself. “It´s the perfect temperature.”
“Are you insane? The water is freezing!” You argued, pushing him out of the way so you could change the temperature to something bearable. When you felt the water burning down your back you hummed in contentment, “See?”
Donghyuck raised his hand next to your body to test it before dramatically hissing in pain, “Are you trying to cook yourself?”
“No, I´m trying to have a relaxing shower but you´re keeping me from it.”
“You´re scalping yourself, that´s what you´re doing.”
“Go shower in the rain if you prefer being cold and sick.”
“It was not even cold! It was an acceptable normal temperature!”
“Acceptable to who, Lee Donghyuck?”
“Just shut up. Move, I´m cold.”
“You can respectfully freeze.”
Finally, the universe´s balance was restored.
Pt. 2 out soon
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