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catboyieejeno · 5 months
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cw: mark x reader x hyuck, threesome, very little plot, unprotected sex, a lot of mentions of cum, so much cum... this shit is filthy... npr
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[ 11:44pm ]
it's unclear whether the heat that radiates off of you is due to the alcohol that swims in your system or the pair of mouths that kiss and lick across your body fervently. you can't keep track of all the sensations you feel, mind blurry as you moan and pant, writhing restlessly between your two best friends. kneeling on the mattress in front of you is mark with one hand pumping his flushed pink cock, the other squeezing your boob—the one that isn't in his mouth. his eyes are half-lidded and staring into yours, watching the way your face contorts each and every time hyuck slips a finger into your impossibly tight cunt.
the younger of the two boys who sits behind you, presses his swollen erection to your ass. meanwhile, his fingers are lost in your panties, thick digits alternating between pumping into you and rubbing your pulsing clit. your grip on his wrist tethers you, nails digging into his arm whenever something feels a little too good.
the night had started much differently: a movie night had dwindled into banter after hyuck's complaints that the movie mark picked out was awful. defeated, and knowing it was practically impossible to argue with hyuck, mark proposed that you guys get some wine and just talk instead, which was fine... until each of you were about three glasses in.
mark's fingertips began brushing your thighs, higher and higher, following the hem of your skirt that at some point, you stopped pulling down. hyuck's lips were whispering teasing comments in your ear, his arms snaking around your waist—something he usually did sober, except this time, with much less restraint.
you weren't oblivious; slightly past the point of tipsy? yes, but never oblivious. you leaned into their touches, giggled and blushed at their flirty passes, batted your eyes as your thighs pressed together...
just as you noticed the bulge in mark's pants, hyuck's wine-stained lips were on yours.
"d'you like that, baby?"
"yes," you reply so quickly that it's almost pathetic, letting your head fall forward and onto mark's shoulder. your eyelids are squeezed shut as your hips roll, grinding down into hyuck's hand and back against his dick.
he lets out a grunt, sliding his free hand all the way up your spine until it wraps around the base of your neck. he pulls you back up to him then moves to hold your throat, pressing his chest against you and attaching his mouth to your shoulder.
you whine out when he withdraws his fingers from between your legs, using your slick to rub his tip in circles. as he teases himself, he breathes hot air onto your skin where his tongue swirled just seconds before.
thankfully, you don't feel empty for long because mark scoots closer, looping his index finger on the strip of your cotton panties that covers your pussy. he moves it aside and guides himself towards you, sliding his length between your lips and coating it with your arousal.
"so wet," he mutters to himself, rubbing into you a few times.
"mark.."
he doesn't reply; instead, he guides himself side to side between your folds in order to stimulate your clit. your jaw slightly drops as you relish in the feeling.
"i need you," you whine.
"i know, i know," his reply doesn't sound convincing in the slightest. you can tell he's distracted watching the way his cock glistens from your juices, and your cheeks flush red in embarrassment as you open your mouth to protest once more.
"'need you to fill me up, baby, please," you plead in a small voice, but he only smirks and raises a brow at you.
"yeah?" he asks, "want me to stretch you out, sweet girl?"
from behind you, hyuck growls, "if you don't stick your dick in her right now, i'm going to."
unwilling to push hyuck's withering patience, mark scoffs and disappears between your folds in one smooth motion, pushing the head of his dick into your walls with almost no resistance. both of you sigh out in relief. your hands claw at his shoulders, grip tightening when he bottoms out inside of you. a moan rumbles in mark's chest and he leans down to capture your lips in a kiss.
he's so close that he's pressing his hips completely to yours, pelvis flush against your clit, the pressure so delicious on the needy bud. he swallows every last moan you feed him, only pulling back from your kiss for air.
mark takes his time finding a pace, observing how you react to each thrust. he takes note of both your expression and your clenching cunt that flutters around him when he slows down or picks up speed.
every time he pulls out, his eyes look down to where your bodies meet, obsessed with the way you suck him back in.
"fuck," he breathes, "this pussy's so good. s'tight, so warm,” he’s babbling incoherently, unable to suppress his moans when you swivel your hips. he stills for a moment, letting you pleasure yourself on his cock. you feel unreal, better than he could’ve ever imagined (and boy, did he imagine this quite a few times in the years he’s known you).
"move, please,"
"always so polite," mark teases and snaps forward. you cry out, and he does it again, quickly finding a rhythm that has your head spinning. he’s long and you’re so wet that if it wasn’t for how tight you are, there would be no push back at all. the stretch is delectable, like nothing you’ve felt before.
"you're such a good girl, taking mark so well,” hyuck sticks his thumb between your parted lips and rests it on your tongue, “i bet you love being used like this. you do, don’t you, baby?”
mark sucks in a breath when you bring your hand down, spreading your folds with your fingers, “you’re doing so good for me,” he says, eyes locked on the sight.
their praises go straight to the bundle of nerves between your legs, your orgasm building in the pit of your tummy. you can only hum around your best friends finger, head bobbing up and down in agreement with his filthy, yet nonetheless true, accusation.
the tip of mark’s dick kisses your cervix repeatedly, slipping through your sopping folds at a pace so eager that you’ve started to melt. if it wasn’t for both boys holding you up, you’d have become putty in their arms.
all of your senses have started to blend together, starting with the salty taste of hyuck’s thumb that he finally withdraws and drags down your front, rubbing your saliva around your perked up nipples until they’re coated and gleaming. his dick couldn’t possibly be any harder, standing prominently up and constantly poking at your backside. you’re pretty sure he’s been leaking pre-cum, too, because there’s a wet spot on your lower back where the draft hits slightly different.
mark’s hands that grip and squeeze the flesh of your ass to pull you to meet his thrusts, suddenly lift up to land a slap on each cheek. your eyes are locked on his glossy ones, though you can’t see very clearly through the pooling tears that gather and blur your vision.
you’re close, so fucking close that you’ve started moaning out shamelessly, rambling nonsense, “i’m gonna—it feels so—ng, fuck! mark, please don’t stop, please, please–“
mark’s head falls into the crook of your neck, lips right by your ear as he chants encouragements in low whispers, just for you.
“come for me, baby. yes, just like that." his voice strains as your pussy squeezes him, "take my dick, take it.”
you wrap your arms around his neck, fingers tangling and tugging at his dark strands. your orgasm hurdles towards you, and it only takes a particularly deep thrust for your breath to hitch in your throat, the coil snapping in your tummy.
mark’s coming too, before he even realizes it. his lip is clamped between his teeth as he tries his absolute best to keep a steady pace, so desperately wanting to make you feel as good as he does.
he empties himself inside your walls with a raspy, dragged out groan, chest heaving in pleasure. his toes are digging into the bed, abdomen flexed and dick twitching. there are beads of sweat trickling down his chest and he swipes away at them, leaning back to watch your fucked out face as he finishes. this is one of the best orgasms he's ever had, he decides; still, his high ends before yours.
in fact, his tip is screaming with sensitivity by the time he peeks his eyes open and realizes, you’re still coming. god, it’s fucking hard to keep up, regardless of how bad he wants you help you ride it out. it's nearly impossible when your gummy walls are so warm around him and your release is gushing out, dripping down your thighs.
“shit, y/n,” hyuck moans your name out loud, fucking his fist shamelessly.
he watches as mark scrunches all his features and picks up his pace just enough to amplify the end of your climax, the sound of his skin slapping against yours a little louder. your cries are louder, too.
he finally slows down once your thighs start trying to clamp shut, and you've started shaking from overstimulation.
"holy shit, mark. i've never come like that before," you whimper, reaching between your legs as he pulls out to feel just how wet you are. mark leans back on one arm, cupping his balls in his palm.
he looks over at you and laughs softly at the way your pupils are blown wide, "me either," he agrees, cheeks and chest flushed red from effort.
"let me see," hyuck insists, huffing, "lay back,"
the moment your back hits the mattress you wince, the burning in your thighs suddenly very evident. hyuck hushes you sweetly, gently parting your legs and leaving a few open mouthed kisses on your stomach. when he pulls away, it’s to gawk at the silky white mess of cum between your legs.
“we should’ve done this long ago,” mark jokes, but there’s a glimmer of sincerity in his eyes.
you nod, propping up on your elbows to meet him halfway where he leans in giving you a slow, wet kiss. his tongue swipes at yours, the shared air growing warmer between you. there’s a few hushed noises coming from both of you, and the kiss lasts until you feel something fill you up again.
you pull away to find donghyuck, two fingers shoved into your hole, tucking away any of mark’s cum that tried to seep out.
when your eyes meet, there's a pout resting on his lips as he whines, "pay attention to me, baby… he had his turn,”
you laugh and nod, “you’re right, hyuckie. i’m sorry,”
situating himself between your thighs that rest on his own, hyuck takes a moment to steal a kiss for himself. it’s paced and sensual, and the pretty noises he makes when your fingers disappear into his hairline leave you winded.
“wanna make you feel really good,” he mumbles against your lips. there’s a warm weight that rests on your stomach as he says this, and it takes a moment for you to put two and two together.
when you look away from his soft, brown eyes, you realize his cock, thick and swollen, is resting on your tummy, sizing up how far it would be inside you.
he’s less lengthy than mark, but undoubtedly thicker, his prominent head staring back at you, dribbling pre-release on your skin. just when you didn’t think you could get any needier, he presses against you more, and his heavy balls brush right up against your clit.
“hyuck, baby,”
“tell me,” he whispers into your chest, “i’ll do anything you want, just say the word,”
you squirm against him, “wan' you to fuck me,”
swinging one of your legs up, hyuck picks up his cock from your tummy and directs it toward your entrance.
“m’gonna fuck mark’s cum deep into you, okay? then i’m gonna fill you up with mine,” then, he presses in, brow furrowing at the feeling of you enveloping him.
mark’s cum is practically serving as lube, but even then, you can fucking feel the difference in girth. he hisses, letting his head fall to the side to rest on your calf that sits on his shoulder. instinctively, your hands paw at his chest. he isn't even all the way in yet, and the stretch is already surreal. you take your lip between your teeth and hyuck cups your face, letting his thumb graze your cheek.
“i’ve got you, princess,” he soothes, flicking your clit with his other thumb, rubbing slow circles on it.
"keep doing that, please," he nods at your instruction, gazing at you through his eyebrows in search of your approval. your face says it all, eyes rolling back and puffy lips shaped into an 'o'. the back of your head digs into the pillow as he enters you fully, then he drags his dick all the way back out until only his tip is sheathed, before doing it all again.
beside him, mark's eyes are glued to your core, specifically to the white ring at the base of hyuck's cock. he identifies it as his own cum, and his balls tighten. it's a mess, but the lewdness is enough for him to get hard all over again.
hyuck maintains his slow pace, making you shudder impatiently. "hyuck," you start. he hums attentively, "faster.."
"you want me to go faster, baby? already?"
you nod yes quickly, "i want you to fuck me stupid."
in less than a second, his fingers are digging into your waist and he's rocking you up and down, drilling his cock into you just as you had asked.
you moan out and he slaps your thigh, swiping his tongue at the bit of drool that threatens to slip from his bottom lip. between his brutal pace and the attention he's paying to your bud (and how sensitive you were from having come once already), your climax starts approaching rather quickly.
hyuck can tell, too, because you've started to squirm and shake under him. your back is arching off the mattress, and the sheets are clenched between your fingers as if you'd float away by letting go.
"am i doing good? does that feel good, baby?"
"yes!" you all but sob, clasping a hand over your mouth.
you're still slightly dizzy from the wine, so when you come hard for the second time tonight, you become so light headed that dark spots burst all over your vision like some visual effect. you gasp and cry out when hyuck slaps your clit before continuing to rub it mercilessly, his fingers soaked through with juices that spill with every thrust.
the bed creaks beneath you as he refuses to let up, even when your moans have gone up in pitch to become broken whimpers.
he'd give you anything you ask for, he told you so.
as you come down, you open your eyes just in time to watch hyuck's face shift, hips bucking wildly after his own finish. it doesn't take much longer, and in seconds, he stills, burying himself deep inside of you as he pumps you full of his load.
at some point while bystanding, mark had started touching himself again, letting out a long sigh as he grips his head tight and paints your folds with his second round of seed. some of it slips onto hyuck's base, and some of it mixes with the bit hyuck's cum that had poured out the sides of you, even despite his thickness.
"what a fucking mess," mark laughs as he catches his breath, "sorry about your sheets-"
"s'fine," you grab his hand, grinning, "it was worth it,"
"remind me to buy us that bottle of wine again," hyuck mutters tiredly, making sure he brings your leg down gently as to not hurt you. he still hasn't pulled out of you, though, allowing himself to grow soft within the warmth of your pussy.
the two boys watch wide-eyed as you reach down, using your index finger dip into both of their releases (surely, yours too), and bring it up to your mouth for a taste.
"i don't think we'll need the wine next time."
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sidenote: this is the nastiest shit i have ever written … thank u to my babies @mingyuonthemoon and @m-arkmywords for giving me some inspo to write this
also ... hi... i am glad 2 be back
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neochan · 8 months
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FAULT LINE (M) - TEASER
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PAIRING. ex!haechan x reader
GENRE. exes to lovers, toxic relationship, smut, plot of sorts, street racer au (barely)
WARNINGS. toxicity, smut mentions
WC. teaser is 1.1k
A. NOTE. so i needed a break from the pick me chronicles and stumbled across this type of hyuck characterization!
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"where the fuck are you at?"
blearily blinking, you take a look around. when did you step outside? you think as hard as you can, but nothings coming too. you're drunk. very drunk.
people littered the front of the club - some waiting on ubers, others making out. but you - why were you out here? where were your friends?
"y/n. tell me where the fuck you are."
oh shit.
the phone pressed to your ear brings you back into a sort of semi-focus. you faintly remember crying to a random stranger in the bathroom about your recent break up. the poor girl had reassured you that everything would be okay, but you barely recall pushing her aside and mumbling something about calling your ex to make up.
that was until you had caught the attention of a guy at the bar and ended up doing green tea shots with him.
oh.
oh shit.
okay yeah, every memory was bombarding you now.
if the the still sticky cum dribbling down your thighs didn't serve as a reminder, than the memory of him pressing your hips against the porcelain sink while he fucked into you should have.
"y/n?"
and then you stepped outside to call your ex because. . . you felt bad? yeah you felt bad.
his voice was becoming more impatient with each passing silent second.
"hy-uck?" you hiccup.
he sighs, "god, i thought you passed out or something."
he didn't sound mad. had you already told him what you did? you can't remember.
"hyuck." the whimper trembles from your lips, "i need you."
"i know, that's why you called me." he seems to be fumbling around with something on his end, the muffled strain of his voice giving it away. "baby, where are you? i called you earlier but you didn't hit me back."
tears start to well in your eyes as you press against the brick wall of the club.
"i went out dancing and i did something bad. i-i'm sorry." your words are slurring together and it's becoming harder to breathe. "i didn't mean to, he- he just. . ." your voice trails off in a whisper.
"he? who the fuck are you with?" the jangle of keys sounds on the other line, a few seconds later accompanied by the slam of haechans front door. his temper is rising. he knows he should calm down. shit, he's probably scaring you bad right now, but the thought of you with another guy? you broke up two days ago. why the fuck would you be with another guy.
"i fucked up, hyuck."
"this isn't a game. send me your fucking address." the purr of his car engine rumbles through the phone.
shakily, you take the phone from your ear and send him your location.
"i'll be there in five." another sigh on his end... "if i see whoever this guy is, i'm not sure i'd be able to stop myself from killing him."
you hiccup, "yeah, i know."
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four minutes and thirty eight seconds later a black ford shelby GT500 screeches to a halt against the curb.
through blurry eyes, you watch as grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt approach your slouched figure. his jaw is set, eyebrows drawn up - yet you feel nothing but relief.
"jesus, how much did you fucking drink?" he scoops you up in his arms to help you stand despite your wobbly frame. the earth is swimming in your frame with each step you take, but being pressed against his lean body grounds you. so does the cologne doting his chest - so familiar and warm, you press your nose into his t-shirt.
"you smell good." you hum.
"thanks." he peers down at you with a curiosity you don't notice. maybe the breakup affected you way more than he thought because he's never seen you this fucked up. "theres a curb right here, be careful."
deep in your muddled brain, you want to kiss him and thank him for coming to get you - for actually being worried about you for once.
but you don't.
instead, you climb into the rich leather interior of his car and settle back. it stings, being back in a place you once felt so comfortable in. tears pinprick the corner of your eyes for a quick second, but you blink them away. you just let hyuck reach across your chest and buckle you in.
"hyuck i'm sorry."
his gaze fall to yours, millions of emotions lurking deep in those luminous doe eyes. you look nearly innocent and he felt bad.
he swears underneath his breath, "your guilty conscious is gonna be the death of me."
a shaky hand reaches out to touch his cheek. a familiar gesture you can't yet get rid of - not when he's three inches away from you. "hyuck-"
"fuck this." he pulls back and cards a hand through his hair. "what were you doing with another guy?"
"we- we were doing shots and -"
"how many." he breathes.
"a couple? i don't know, maybe. . . maybe three?"
a forced huff leaves his chest, "three shots with a fucking stranger?"
"hyuck, i said i'm sorry-" your hands twist regrettably in your lap.
"yeah yeah, and then what?" he's leaning against the passenger doorframe, leg bouncing right next to you.
"and then he took me into the bathroom and we fucked."
a few seconds of silence. you try to face him. you can't. why did everything have to be so complicated.
"you fucked another guy but called me to come get you?" he sneers. he has to have lost all respect for you. there's no way he hasn't.
"i'm sorr-"
"i get it. you're sorry." he pushes off the doorframe and starts to pace. "what's his name?"
the lump in your throat grows when you realize you never caught his name. "i don't know."
"you don't know? so you fucked a complete stranger?" a laugh rips from his throat, "this is unbelievable."
"can we just go? please."
he ignores your question and presses you further, "what does he look like?"
"hyuck no. please, can we go."
each word is punctuated by the grit in his teeth. "what does he fucking look like."
it was futile to argue with hyuck when he got this way. he was gonna find out who this guy was either way.
"pink hair, silver button down, black pants, expensive watch. probably drinking green tea shots." the details of the night might have been distorted, but you could have picked out this handsome stranger in a line up.
"stay right here. i'll be back."
"no! hyu-" your cry is cut off by the slam of your door. anxiously, you watch his lithe figure move past the bouncer and into the club. a sinking feeling falls in the pit of your stomach.
what the fuck did you do.
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ANOTHER NOTE. is this worth continuing? let me know if it is :)
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ch3rryc4ndy · 1 year
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𝐈𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬
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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Haechan Bf x Fem Reader
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After a long afternoon of your everything shower, haechan notices the sweet scent of your lotion and your glowing skin making his thoughts go blank. He can’t help but give in to ruining your body with bites and bruises.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: hickeys, biting, pet names (doll, baby), choking, breath play, unprotected sex, semi humiliation, pussy eating, dumbification
[Request ♥︎]
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You walk out of the bathroom as you pat your hair dry, water slightly dripping onto the floor of your bedroom as you look down at your feet.
“Love the panties”
You jump at the sound of your boyfriends voice. Your eyes moving up to his as he sits on your bed with his legs spread wide open.
“You little shit you could’ve told me you were here”
“I know but what’s the fun in that” haechan shrugs as his eyes trail up your body. Your soft thighs glowing from the lotion you just put on, tank top hugging your boobs, and panties clinging onto your pussy.
You see his eyes stop at your panties, his teeth bite down onto his lower lip instinctively as you squeeze your thighs together while drying your hair.
“Like what you see?” You purr as you circle your hips and do a full spin for him. “Yeah” you hear him reply in a soft whine. His hands pull you closer as he leans forward and yanks you in front of him “you smell so good”
Haechans face falls onto your stomach as he holds your hips in place, your arms on his shoulders as you stand in front of him. His lips press softly above your belly button and peppering down to your thighs.
“Haechan…”
You hear him hum as a way of asking you what you meant “would you get mad if I gave you hickeys?” He pouts.
You smile at his question, his eyes pleading for an answer “no I wouldn’t be mad” you shake your head with a smile.
He smiles and pulls you onto his lap, quickly flipping you onto your back and latching onto your neck “you look so pretty” haechan purrs as his hands trail up your body.
His fingers snapping the band of your panties onto your hip as he rocks into you slowly. Your eyes closed shut as you feel his teeth playfully biting onto your neck. His tongue sucking onto the same skin he bit making a purple mark form.
“Always making the sweetest noises when you’re under me”
His lips travel down your body, his mouth stopping at different spots around your boobs and stomach to bite and suck hickeys all over you. Your hands tangle into his hair, massaging softly as your legs wrap around him.
His lips now on your lower abdomen, you jump slightly as he massages the back of your thigh and spreads them wide. Your mind going blank as his fingers pull your panties down slowly.
His eyes watching you intently as you squirm at his touch. “so sensitive” he coos in amusement as your pussy is now on full display for him. He hums to himself as he licks a stride up your folds.
You whine at the softens of his tongue, his mouth moving onto your inner thighs and biting down harshly. His hums vibrating onto your thigh as he bites purple bruises all over.
His hands wrap around your thighs as he moves back up to you pussy and buries his face into your cunt, lapping slowly as his eyes study your expressions.
Your hips swaying onto his face as his hands snake their way into your tank top and massage your boobs. Even though his hands weren’t holding you down he still managed to pin you down even when his hands were occupied with something else.
Your eyes flutter open as you look down and see the hickeys scattered on your stomach and thighs. You had just gotten rid of the hickeys haechan left a few weeks ago but you didn’t mind, it was one of your favorite “problems” he caused.
You know he does it on purpose, your embarrassed of people seeing you all bruised up so he does it to reassure himself that he’ll be the only one seeing you naked as if there was anyone else you’d want to see you in this position.
Your eyes roll back as you feel your stomach clench. Your legs trying to close but being held open as he slid his hands from under your shirt the second he felt you twitch.
“Keep them open”
You squirm at the overstimulation. Your hands tugging at his hair as he eats you out like he hasn’t eaten in years. “H-hyuc-“ you cry out as you cry from the overwhelming orgasm.
“Mmmh” is all that comes out of him as he looks up at you with tears streaming down your face. He smiles at you in accomplishment as he finally pulls back from between your legs. “Taste so good”
His tongue cleaning his lips of your cum as you lay there coming down from the orgasm. You sit up slightly and see the imprint through his jeans.
He shakes his head already knowing what you were thinking “I’m not done yet” he purrs. His teeth biting up your body yet again before he kisses you softly.
His lips latching onto your neck and sloppily sucking, hands pinning you down as he rocks into you softly. “Love making a mess out of you” he whispers groggily into your neck.
His hands leave your hips as he starts to unbuckle his belt. You squirm in anticipation as he kicks his pants and boxers off. “I make you feel this good?” he smiles as his fingers pump into you and rub your wetness onto your pussy “always making such a mess” he shakes his head.
His eyes shoot down to your slick covered pussy, a low moan leaving him as he sees your hole glistening in need “please” you whine out as he continues to scissor your puffy folds.
“Shhh”
Haechans hands spread your legs side, allowing him to slam into you roughly. Your hands digging into his wrists as he pins you onto the bed. Your thighs covered in cum after a fresh shower was the last thing you were expecting but you didn’t mind. You smile up at haechan as one of his hands wraps around your throat.
“You like being fucked like this yeah?”. Your eyes roll back in conformation “letting me bruise you up, you were mad at me a few weeks ago for bruising you up so bad but now you just can’t seem to forget about it huh?”
You nod weakly as he fucks you onto his lap. Your pussy covering his legs in slick, his mouth dropping open slightly as he sees his cock pump in and out of you.
Your pussy taking him in perfectly, he smiles as he sees the white ring of cum form on his cock, your pussy getting louder with each thrust as you grip onto his wrist. His hands still on your neck squeezing harder making your vision blur. “You look so fucken pretty” he smiles down at you as your eyes water and cheeks turn pink. He pushes you down by the neck as he lets go and grips your cheeks.
“Wonder what everyone would say if they knew how you liked being fucked. The look in your eyes when I’m choking you says it all” he coos onto your cheek. Your fingers scratch down his arms as you feel your pussy clenching.
Whiney squeals leave you as you as he fucks you harder, his hands pushing you onto the bed allowing each thrust to bounce you back up harder onto his cock “o- oh- my” you cry out as your pussy squeezes him.
Your eyes rolling back and loud moans leaving you as he smiles “Yeah? Feels that good?” He teases as he holds you in place. You lay there, only thing you do is bounce along with his hard thrust as he continues to hit the perfect spot. He smiles at how worn out and weak you look as you brainlessly look up at him.
His eyebrows furrow as he mutters incoherent words “f- sh- y/n” he pants as he slams into you. You whimper as he fills you up, his hands holding you down by the hips as he takes in the warmth of your pussy taking every inch of him.
Pulling out slowly he drops besides you, pulling you into his arms as you heavily breath onto his chest. You both lay in each others embrace for a while, catching your breaths before you start to feel the soreness of your legs kick in.
“Round 2?”
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tddyhyck · 1 year
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ice cream thief (preview)
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read ⇢ here
pairing ⇢ annoying roommate! haechan x afab!reader
wc ⇢ est. 5kish (12.8k)
synopsis ⇢ someone has been eating haechan’s favorite ice cream so he decides to put a hidden camera in the kitchen and living room thinking it’s a shared space it shouldn’t invade anyones privacy
warnings ⇢ smut, invasion of privacy, voyeur!haechan, perv! haechan, masturbation, toys, hidden camera, spit, (more with full release)
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He gets a notification on his phone of detected movement grinning; he opens it quickly waiting for the app to load. Before he sees you sitting on the couch, knees to your chest twirling something in your mouth. He grins convinced he had caught the ice cream thief. He started his car ready to rush home and catch you in the act. That is until you pull it out of your mouth. Squinting bringing his phone closer to make sure it is his ice cream his eyes widen when he realizes It’s not his ice cream but a dildo of some sort.
You wouldn't, there's no way you would in the living room. His mouth hung open watching you bring the toy back to your lips. He was surprised by the camera quality when he could see your spit dribbling down the toy and collecting at the corners of your mouth.
He should have closed his phone and put it on silent never to be thought of again, but he can’t look away, he knows it’s wrong but he can’t stop staring.
He gaped when you opened your knees and moved one hand between your legs flipping your skirt up revealing some light blue panties. He’s sure he’s seen them in your hamper or when you accidentally left them in the wash that one time. He watched as your hand slithered between your legs pressing against your heat, squinting in surprise seeing a dark spot growing under your hand.
His eyes were moving quickly trying to take in the entire scene watching you with one hand over your panties the other swirling the silicone between your lips. He can’t believe you of all people would be getting off in the living room knowing any of your roommates could walk in. Little miss goody two shoes had a thing for exhibitionism he smirked.
You moved the toy from your lips, a line of spit still connected until the toy slid over your panties. He gasped when you moved your hand from between your legs to pull your shirt up tits falling out.
He had seen you naked a few times completely accidentally of course. One time when he walked in the bathroom while you were changing before turning around swiftly and averting his eyes while you cursed him out. It was your fault for not locking the door. Or when Johnny’s frat had a pool party and your swimsuit came untied during a game of chicken. Nipples hard and perked from the cool water and right in front of his face. He recalls the pink that rose to your cheeks and chest when you realized before your hands covered up quickly.
He remembers how he couldn’t get your cute nipples off his brain for like a week after. It pissed him off how you walked around the house braless nipples pointed right in his face. You were also the bane of his existence you were so annoying and difficult but so fucking hot but you pissed him off with your bratty attitude. But he loved the way you scolded him and grabbed and pulled his hair when he went too far, or when you yelled at him and called him names with an angry blush on your cheeks all because he had spoiled the new season of stranger things.
He shook his head before pressing his palm to his face and rubbing his eyes. He should turn it off. There's no going back if he keeps watching, but he just couldn’t look away. He had to make a decision and he did, taping the full screen icon in the corner, turning off his car, and sitting back to watch.
He wished it was his hand tweaking your nipples, making you sigh and bite your lip. He was too busy staring at them to notice you click a button on your toy before pressing it to your clothed clit and grind against it. His eyes trailed down when he noticed the movement. He felt his mouth water when the darkness grew in your panties.
You had to stop yourself wanting to be filled up before you came. You pulled your toy away and moved your hand from your nipples to pull your panties to the side. You could feel how sticky and wet you were. You wished it was someone else between your legs a warm body fucking your open.
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meiozis · 1 year
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♡ pairing: haechan x reader ♡ genre: friends/roommates to lovers, light angst ♡ word count: 6k ♡ warnings: mentions of alcohol and drinking, slow burn-ish, a little sad (reader is going through it), yearning
a/n: time is a flat circle where it's always past midnight, but somehow it's still been very long since i last posted, but (mamma mia) here we go again, back on my little insomnia fueled writing spree &lt;3 i hope you like it, i hope you’re having the loveliest of days/nights, and if you have any thoughts or feedback about this i’d love to know <3
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Most nights go like this. You lie in bed next to the open window, the orange glow of a nearby street lamp illuminating the ceiling in an almost perfect rectangle. You count the passing cars and listen in on the conversations of strangers walking by, making up stories about them in your head. Where they might be going, why they’re out so late, and sometimes you hear the same people on multiple occasions. Although your apartment is on the third floor, the building is in diabolical enough shape that the paper thin walls let you listen in on the secrets of anyone walking past on the street below.
You don’t have it in you to complain about the living conditions though. Your room might barely fit your twin sized bed, and the kitchenette might only have one working burner, but at least it’s in a fairly good neighborhood, and most places are a walkable distance away. It was supposed to only accommodate you and your roommate for your college years, but as life has it you both got stuck. You, without a job after graduation, and your roommate, who works all kinds of odd jobs so you can pay rent.
But Haechan never made you feel bad about occupying the matchbox sized room in the apartment. You wonder if you ever thanked him for it.
Most nights go like this. You watch the seconds tick by on the clock above the door, silent in motion as you count along in your head.  Sometimes the minute arm gets stuck at the bottom, and you wonder when you last changed the batteries. Then it skips from 6 to 9, and you forget about needing to buy new ones for another minute, until the vicious cycle comes to a new beginning at 6.
There are times when you get so lost in counting that the inside of your head feels like rush hour on the subway. It gets louder and louder, until the deafening cacophony of your own thoughts makes you jump out of bed in a frail attempt at getting away from the noise. It's only then that you notice your soul fraying at the edges, like the hems of a shirt well loved. You feel almost translucent, as if you're looking at your own reflection in the rippling surface of a pond. 
Stumbling over to the bathroom you grip the cold porcelain of the sink and stare at yourself in the mirror in the dark. You try to recall your own features, how long your hair might be, how tired your eyes look, and how much of a stranger you've been to your own reflection. You rub your face, harsher than you should, and let your feet carry you out to the hallway.
Shoes stand by the front door in a crooked line, and you put on the first pair you identify as your own. You grab a jacket and your keys, walking out into the hallway and locking the door behind you before setting off into the night.
You take the stairs and push the creaking door open to step into the spring night. The air is cold, with sharp teeth and loud howls as it blows past you, and you can't help but stand there. Something akin to déjà vu creeps up in the back of your throat, and you wish you could throw up to get rid of it. The cold air hugs you tight, in a vain attempt to keep you warm, but you feel a shiver climbing up from your toes to the top of your head making your teeth chatter. You finally bring yourself to put on the jacket, realizing in the flickering light of a street lamp that you accidentally grabbed one of Haechan's. It doesn't bother you enough to track up back to the third floor, so you shrug to yourself before taking a step, then another, seemingly aimlessly but with a sure destination in mind.
Most nights go like this. You count the cars and the seconds, keep secrets for strangers, ponder your existence as if you were looking at the sun through a kaleidoscope, and fall into the crack of the couch looking for loose change and a reminder of who you once were. Then you put on shoes and leave the house still in your pajamas, trekking through the empty streets towards your beloved 24/7 diner. It became a habit somehow, to end up there on sleepless nights, with a stack of pancakes and bottomless coffee on the table in front of you. You don't mind the silent walk under a blanket of stars and fluorescent storefronts. The city flickers in your eyes as you wait for the lamp to turn green at the crosswalk, even though you can clearly tell that there's no cars in sight.
The streets are mostly empty, save for a few people hurrying home, and a group of what seems to be college students waddling past you, seemingly lost in their own world. You step over a few cracks in the sidewalk and pull up the zipper of the jacket to your chin, then stuff your hands in the pockets to hide them from the cold air. It smells like Haechan, aftershave and some perfume that's way too strong. But it comforts you in an odd way, reminds you of all the nights you spent out together during your school years, getting drunk and talking until your mouth felt like cotton. You wonder why he kept living with you.
Lost in thought, you almost walk past the diner, but the distinct buzzing of the neon sign above the entrance grabs your attention just in time. You glance up at the blinking letters before stepping towards the front door and pushing it open. The air inside is warm, and smells like a Sunday morning in your childhood kitchen. You let your eyes wander for a second, noting that it's only the usual customers around. It's comforting in a way, the silent agreement between all the late night patrons, a few barely there nods as you make your way to your usual spot. The booth sits tucked away in a corner under a faintly glowing emergency exit sign that’s pointing to the front of the diner. The cracked faux leather squeaks as you take your seat, shimmying out of Haechan’s jacket and folding it in half before placing it next to you. You study the scratches on the table for a second before reaching for the menu, picking up the laminated piece of paper. You skim through it, acting interested as if you couldn’t recite the whole thing from memory.
Someone slides into your peripheral, so you move your gaze from the menu to the floor, noticing an unfamiliar pair of sneakers, followed by a very baggy pair of jeans, then an apron with the name of the diner on it. You snap out of your haze when you realize the person next to you is trying to take your order.
“What can I get for you?” He presumably repeats himself when you finally look up.
He seems out of place somehow, and you realize you haven’t seen a new person working the night shift ever since you started coming here. He stands there silently, a notepad and a pen clutched in his hands. He reaches up to push his hair back and flicks his gaze away as a blush creeps up on his cheeks, so you take it as your cue that you’ve been silent for too long. He awkwardly clears his throat when you look back at the menu instead.
“I’ll get the, uhm…” in that moment it hits you that he has no way of knowing what the usual means. You think for a moment before responding. “Have you eaten here before?”
He’s visibly taken aback by the question, his eyebrows flying to the top of his forehead before he regains his composure.
“The blueberry pancakes are quite good. I mean-” he clears his throat. Again. “If that’s what you’re asking.”
He focuses on his notepad, and holds the pen tight enough that his fingers turn white at the tips. You let the silence go on for a little too long once more.
“Okay.” You place the menu on the table and push it away from you. “I’ll get the pancakes then.” “Syrup?” He scribbles on the paper that he’s still holding onto for dear life as if it’s his ticket out of this conversation. Well, you guess it is.
“Mhm. And some coffee.” He finally looks at you again, only to raise an eyebrow in surprise. You mimic his expression, and he immediately starts writing again. “That’ll be all, thanks.”
He finally lowers his arms and you get a chance to look at his nametag. Mark. With an awkward nod he shuffles away to the kitchen, almost bumping into Haechan who’s emerging from the swing door with a full tray in his hands. He makes his way towards the front, right to a booth filled with college students studying for some exam. He easily unloads all the food and drinks on the table, twirling the tray excessively just to entertain himself. As he turns around to return to the kitchen he spots you in your seat and walks over with a little too much pep in his step for it to be almost 2 am.
He sits down across from you with a heavy sigh, leaning back against the red seat and placing the tray on the table between you. You study his face in the dim light, the bags under his eyes, and how his hair has gotten long enough to hang in his eyes. He closes them for a long second, then slowly blinks them open to look at you. He gently nudges your feet under the table and nods his head at you. “Couldn’t sleep?” You shake your head no. “Did someone take your order already? I can get you the usual if you want.”
“Some guy was here. Mark,” he rolls his eyes and you smile at him. “Had to tell someone what I wanted, it was crazy.”
“Is that my jacket?” You both glance at the seat next to you, and you nod at him in response. “Cute.”
“Shut up. I was too lazy to turn the lights on.”
“Of course you were,” he replies, which prompts you to kick him under the table. Mark arrives at that exact moment. He stands next to you just as awkwardly as the first time, but now he’s holding a steaming plate of pancakes and a lovely, watery cup of coffee in his hands. He hesitates before placing your meal in front of you, then hurries away without saying another word.
“Weird,” Haechan scoffs with a laugh.
You push the plate to the middle of the table, almost knocking off the tray in the process, and hand Haechan your fork. He gives you a weird look, but then shrugs and digs into the pancakes anyway. He hums with his mouth full, then points the utensil at the stack and gives you a thumbs up before taking another bite. You sit there in comfortable silence, and you wonder if this is weird, the way your heart swells as you watch him eat.
-
Most nights go like this. You toss and turn in bed, lost in a sea of blankets, and you suddenly feel like you’re drowning. The walls are closing in on you, and you hear strangers laughing outside your window, and suddenly it’s too much. Everything is. The emptiness in your chest multiplies, and you wonder why the city feels so lonely at night.
You stumble over to the bathroom, and look at yourself in the mirror, but all you can see is specks of toothpaste. You should clean it tomorrow.
The elevator dings in the lobby. You wonder if someone is coming or leaving at this hour; somewhere around 3 am. A bird is singing outside, and the gentle wind carries its voice into the apartment. It’s a weird part of the night, where the world is simultaneously awake and asleep, almost in limbo. 
You find yourself in the kitchen, sitting at the tiny table and staring out the window. You count the stars and the planes flying past, while listening to whatever little song the bird is chirping tirelessly outside. You think about whether it’s the same bird every night, and if it ever gets tired of singing. 
You hear footsteps from behind you and jump in your seat, only to realize that it’s your roommate in the hallway. He stands in the faint light oozing from the bathroom, his hair sticking out in every possible direction.
Haechan isn’t surprised to see you awake in the middle of the night. He’s more than used to your nocturnal existence, you quiet footsteps around the apartment, and getting a text around 4am that you forgot your keys and locked yourself out of the building. He knows it’s silly that he has his notifications turned on just for you. (He couldn’t sleep well when he put his phone on silent.) He watches you sit in the kitchen, blurry at the edges and the orange halo of the streetlamp around your head. You turn in your seat and give him a tired smile that he can’t help but return. It makes his chest feel heavy, a void that’s been steadily growing recently.
“Couldn’t sleep?” You shake your head no.
He stands there, unsure of, well, most things – if not everything. You look distant, almost transparent, and he’s tempted to walk up to you, hold your face in his hands and ask you if you’re okay. You’re friends, sure, you live together, and you’ve shared the same bed more times than not. He’s cleaned you up after long nights of drinking, and washed your hair when you broke your arm and couldn’t get your cast wet. He even signed it with his name and a lopsided smiley face.
“Wanna go to the convenience store?” He asks, and you nod hesitantly.
-
Neither of you bother to change out of your pajamas, knowing fully well that you’re only going a few blocks away. It’s been a while since you last went there together, and the walk feels longer this time. You can’t tell if it’s because of the silence, the cold of the night, or the itch in your palm. You feel like you should say something, maybe apologize for being a weird roommate, or ask him about his day, but your tongue feels numb. You look over at Haechan, who seems lost in thought, his eyes trained on the cracks in the sidewalk and his hands hidden deep in his pockets. His hair sticks out from under the hood of his jacket – the one you accidentally put on when going to the diner –, and his glasses threaten to slip off the tip of his nose, so he pushes them up. You walk in perfect harmony, only one pair of footsteps echoing in the empty street until you arrive at the store. You've been there countless times before, and the quiet hum of the coolers by the entrance puts a fond smile on your face. Haechan walks ahead and grabs two cans of soda – the one you always used to get –, then walks further into the store, right towards the snacks. You go after him, and even though you're only a few steps behind, by the time you catch up to him he's crouching in front of a stuffed shelf, his eyebrows knitted together in concentration.
"What are we looking for?" You ask quietly as you lower yourself next to him.
"That candy we ate a lot…" He trails off, focused on scanning all the items.
"The really sour one?" He hums in response.
The fluorescent lights illuminate the gentle curve of his nose, his glasses once again on the brink of falling off. He doesn’t bother fixing them this time. 
“You can help me find it, you know,” he looks at you from the corners of his eyes, raising his eyebrows, and a smile .
“I am helping,” you scoff and roll your eyes, bumping your shoulders against his.
You catch him off guard, and his eyes widen as he loses his balance and lands right on his butt, but not before trying to hold onto you for support and pulling you to the ground with him. It’s quiet for a second, then you both burst out laughing, and for a second you catch a glint of something in his eyes that wasn’t there before. You sit with your backs against a row of shelves, still quietly giggling under your breath. When you look over at Haechan, his eyes sparkling behind his glasses and his cheeks flushed, it squeezes your soul in a way only nostalgia can. There’s something beautiful about him, about the way he looks at you so gently, yet doesn’t hesitate to pull you to the ground when you push him. Something about the way he picks up your favorite drinks and snacks without a second thought, and about how he lets his shoulder gently rest against yours as you sit on the dirty floor.
He looks back to the rows of snacks in front of you, and turns to kneel with a loud aha. He reaches to the back of the lowest shelf, pulling out a lone bag of sour candy, then jumps to his feet excitedly.
“Guess who saves the day again?” He beams down at you, and reaches a hand to help you up.
“Right,” you take his hand and let him pull you up. “Would you have found it if I didn’t push you? I don’t think so.”
He rolls his eyes at you but doesn’t let go of your hand, so you get in his face in the same annoying way he always does to you.
“You don’t have to thank me, I’m always happy to help,” you say with a playful lilt to your voice, but the proximity makes Haechan gulp loudly.
He steps away, his back bumping against a shelf and knocking a few bags of chips off. He hurriedly picks them up, and nods his head towards the front of the store. You let him walk ahead, and he places the drinks and the candy in front of the cashier. Haechan reaches deep inside one of his pockets and pulls out a handful of coins and drops them on the counter, a few rolling off the edge. He waits patiently for the change, then scoops all the items into his arms.
Stepping out into the night feels different this time. The air feels sticky, coating you in something akin to longing that you won’t be able to wash off for days. It coats your tongue whenever you try to speak, and you wonder what it is about all the stars and the moon staring down at you that makes you feel so lost. The sky glitters in Haechan’s eyes, and you get lost counting the stars in them for a second too long.
-
The walk home feels oddly long, all the words that die on your tongue weighing you down. Haechan waits for you patiently whenever you fall behind, but somehow that ends up making you feel worse. You immerse yourself in all the intricacies of the sidewalk, so much so that you end up running into him in front of your building. You mumble a sorry, to which he only replies with a small nod of his head as he fishes his keys out of his pockets.
The need to break down crying squeezes your throat, and you blink away a few tears while Haechan opens the front door and pushes the call button for the elevator in the dark lobby.
“Too lazy to walk,” he shrugs when you give him a questioning look.
You quickly wipe your eyes with your sleeves before the elevator door dings open. Haechan holds the door open with his hand while you squeeze past him, directing your gaze at the grimy floor once again. His eyes are burning a hole into the side of your head, and he stands next to you motionlessly. You try to reach past him to push the button for your floor, but he stands in your way and blocks the panel with his body..
“Wha-”
“We’re not going anywhere until you tell me what’s wrong,” he says simply, crossing his arms in front of his chest. You roll your eyes at him, and he copies your pose before squinting at you. “Be less obvious next time.”
“Oh my god, you’re so annoying,” you huff at him and try to step out of the elevator, but Haechan closes the doors before you can make your escape. “Dude! What if someone calls the elevator?”
“Their problem, not mine.” You let out a frustrated grunt. “We can be here all night, or you can, you know, tell me what the fuck is wrong?”
He stands there so calmly, his arms still crossed as he leans back against the wall behind him. You feel small under his gaze, and a little stupid, too. You didn’t expect him to not notice, of course, but you didn’t expect him to bring it up either.
“Can we go home?” The question comes out as a whisper. “Please?”
He sighs, but drops his stance and gives in, finally pressing the button to the third floor. You thank him just as quietly, and try your best to disappear inside your jacket.
Haechan holds the door open with his hand while you get out, then opens the front door for you the same way. You both kick off your shoes in the hallway, and you beeline for your room, but can’t help but look back at him. He stands there, looking defeated and exhausted, and it squeezes your heart, a gentle yet firm grasp, a constant reminder of something much bigger. He fishes a can of soda out of his pocket and holds it out for you.
“And what about the candy?” your voice cracks in the middle of the sentence, but you mask it with a quiet laugh.
“Keep forgetting who I’m dealing with,” a tired smile plays on his lips, faint, but enough for now. He walks closer and holds out both items this time.
“It’s only fun if we share it.”
So you end up sitting together on Haechan’s bed, cross legged and hunched over, the bag of sour candy ripped open between you. It’s dark in the room, save for the few squares of orange on the ceiling thanks to the street lamps. His eyes sparkle underneath his glasses even in the dim light.
It’s been a while since you last spent any significant amount of time inside of his room, usually only sticking your head in the door to ask if he needs anything from the store. It’s a lot cleaner than you’d remembered it to be, and that little detail alone makes it feel unfamiliar.
You study the pattern of his bedsheets, trying to ignore how much it smells like his jacket.
“Do you want one that’s not sour?” He asks suddenly, his mouth still full.
“But aren’t these all-” You look up at him, and he’s barely a few inches away, a piece of candy that he’s licked all the sour coating off between his teeth. He wiggles his eyebrows at you, and you can’t help but laugh as you push him away with a finger on his forehead. “Gross.”
“Your loss,” he shrugs, then pops another piece into his mouth, his face immediately scrunching up from the taste.
Something about the moment feels so fragile, as if you could break it with one wrong move. So you decide to stay still instead, a faint smile on your lips as you watch Haechan struggle with a lemon flavored candy. He cracks open his soda to wash it down, and it almost bubbles over into the sheets, but he slurps the drink up before it could spill.
You study his face, connect the moles on his cheeks with your eyes, watch him dig through the remaining snack. He grins at you as he raises his hand in front of your face, a green piece of candy pinched between his fingers.
“Found another apple one for you,” he wiggles it in front of your lips, then pulls away with a playful smile. “Open wide, here comes the airplane!”
Something about the moment feels so fragile, as if you could break it with one wrong move. Your body aches, itches to lurch forward and kiss him, let him steal all the remaining air from your lungs. Instead, you let him drop the candy in your mouth, grimace when the sourness of it coats your tongue, scrunch your nose and pucker your lips. You catch Haechan glancing at them, and he visibly gulps when he trails his gaze up to your eyes.
For a second you let yourself imagine what would’ve happened if you made a wrong move.
-
It’s one of those nights where the smell of spring is heavy in the air. The sky is an endless void, all the stars hidden behind a wall of clouds. You know it’s going to rain, but you leave without an umbrella regardless, opting for Haechan’s jacket instead. He made a few jokes about hiding his jackets away in his room, but then in true Haechan fashion he started leaving that one specifically on your designated hanger by the front door.
It’s not cold enough for you to wear it, but as you walk into the street you put it on anyway, snuggling into the comfortable scent of the soft material. It almost makes you feel guilty how a fuzzy jacket makes your chest feel so tight and your heart beat a little faster, how you try to make yourself small enough to get lost in the warm fabric.
The walk to the diner feels a little too long, leaving you too much time to overthink everything and anything possible. When you finally make it there you stand outside, the buzzing neon sign above the door peacefully blinking down at you. With a heavy sigh you push the door open, and you’re immediately greeted by Mark, who’s in the middle of taking someone’s order. You give each other a small smile and a barely there nod as you walk past him to your usual spot, the faux leather creaking as you take a seat. Over the past few weeks you’ve gotten to know each other with Mark, making small conversation whenever the place was empty, and you could finally say the usual when ordering. You consider him somewhat of a friend now, even if in a weird, situational way, given that in your mind his existence is inherently tied to the diner.
You shimmy out of the jacket and place it on the seat next to you, then pick up the menu while you wait for someone to take your order. A few drops of rain knock on the window next to you, and you lazily rest your head in your palm as you watch the beads of water race to the bottom of the glass. You wonder if it’s still going to be raining by the time you decide to go home.
You try to focus on your own face in the glass, unfamiliar and even more tired than usual. The sight makes you feel uneasy, so you count the scratches on the table instead, until a familiar pair of sneakers slide into your peripheral, followed by baggy jeans and an apron. You’re about to recite your order to Mark when your eyes widen in surprise as you realize that instead of his notepad and pen he’s holding a steaming plate of blueberry pancakes and a cup of coffee. 
“The usual?” He asks with a warm smile as he places everything on the table.
You return his expression and thank him, but when you reach for your coffee you notice that he’s still standing there.
“Everything cool?” You ask him.
“Oh? Yeah, sorry, I just-” He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “Nevermind.”
“Dude, calm down,” you motion at the seat opposite of you for him to sit down. He hesitates before doing so. “What’s up?”
You take a bite of your food and watch him fidget in his seat, the tips of his ears turning pink, then the color slowly creeps into his cheeks.
“Are you and Haechan… You know…” He trails off, his eyes nervously scanning your face..
You raise an eyebrow at him before taking another bite.
“Are you guys, like, dating?” His question makes you choke on a piece of pancake, sending you into a coughing fit. You finally manage to take a sip of the coffee and wash the food down. “Yo, I’m so sorry, I just thought- You just always look at each other like that.”
“Could you be any less specific?” You truly feel at your wit’s end from the conversation.
“Dude, I dunno, just like… Full of love. I don’t know!”
“Did you have to say love like that? Gross.”
He groans in frustration, but then another customer calls for a waiter, and you can see the relief in Mark’s eyes. He flashes you an apologetic smile before hurrying away from your table, leaving you with even more thoughts than you arrived with. Suddenly you hope that Haechan is too busy hanging out with the kitchen staff to come out front.
You sit over your plate of half eaten, now cold pancakes, your mind racing fast enough that you barely feel like a passenger in your own body. You connect the squished blueberries, thinking about the stars in the sky, and the moles on his cheeks. Full of… love. You wish you were full of pancakes instead.
Sighing loudly, you push the plate away from you and lean back in your seat, closing your eyes in hopes of a moment of peace. Rain knocks on the window, louder than before, and you weigh your options – staying, and potentially having to look Haechan in the eyes, or running home in pouring rain.
A loud groan slips past your lips when you open your eyes, and you finally make up your mind, grabbing the jacket next to you and slipping out of the booth to hurry outside. The rain is colder than you expect it to be, quickly soaking your hair and your shirt, along with the jacket clutched under your arm. You close your eyes and tilt your head back, let the drops of water hit your face as you stand there.
The door of the diner creaks open and the sound makes your heart skip a beat as you realize that it could very well be Haechan. You slowly look to the side and let out a shaky breath when you notice that it’s only a customer. He gives you a weird look, but then opens his umbrella and walks past you without a word.
You walk home in the rain, let the water dissolve your thoughts and wash them into the gutters. The third floor seems an eternity away as you slowly climb up the stairs, leaving wet footprints everywhere. Then you stand in front of your apartment, trying to push your keys into the lock with fingers numb from the cold, when the door swings open, and you come face to face with a wide eyed Haechan. He frowns at you, but steps aside silently to let you in, then locks the door while you kick off your sopping wet shoes.
Then it’s quiet. A heavy quiet, where it feels like the whole world is pushing on your chest at once as you stand there, soaked from head to toe, the chatter of your teeth giving away just how cold you are.
“You’re home,” it comes out as a hoarse whisper.
“It’s my day off,” he says matter of factly, followed by a sigh. There’s an unusual, almost sad curve to his voice. His eyes bore into yours, gently, carefully, and Mark’s words echo in your mind. Full of love. “What?” He asks after another beat of silence.
“Don’t look at me like that,” your voice breaks, and you can feel tears well in your eyes.
Haechan’s face softens, and he steps closer to your shivering figure, wrapping his arms around you. A sob rips from your throat, so you hide your face in his chest, warm against your skin. In a way you’re thankful that he doesn’t ask you to explain what that means.
“You’re freezing,” he says softly, rubbing small circles on your back. “Come on.”
He slides his hands over your shoulders and down your arms, intertwining his fingers with yours to pull you along into his room. He rummages through a few drawers before pulling out one his shirts and a pair of sweatpants, then turns back to you to hand you the clothes. You stare at the items in his hands.
“I have my own clothes,” your eyes flick between his hands and face.
“Right,” he rolls his eyes. “And you have your own jacket, too.”
Your cheeks feel significantly warmer at his words, and you meekly take the clothes from him. He leaves to make you a cup of tea, and you make your way to the bathroom to change out of your wet garments. You throw the discarded items in the washing machine to deal with them later, then dry yourself with your towel before putting on Haechan’s clothes. They smell like him, of course they do, and it makes your head spin.
By the time you go back he’s already sitting on his bed, looking out at the murky city through his window. The sky is already getting lighter, despite the unrelenting rain, and you can make out the distant song of a few birds.
Haechan pats the mattress next to him when he notices you standing in the doorway, and you hesitantly make your way over, sitting the same as him with your back against the wall.
You let yourself get lost in the moment, and lean your head on his shoulder, holding your breath without even noticing. He moves his arm to wrap it around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. Your heart hammers away in your chest, and you can only hope that he can't hear it. For a while neither of you speak, sitting in comfortable silence while your body returns to a normal temperature.
"Are you tired?" You reply with a nod, then lift your head to glance at him.
He's looking at you, and only then do you realize the proximity, your faces close enough that you could count his eyelashes if you wanted to. You swallow hard, watch as his gaze trails from your eyes down to your mouth.
"You're looking at me like that again," you whisper into the air between you.
"Like what?" His eyes stay glued to your lips.
"Full of love."
He finally leans in, kissing you softly, gently, impatiently. You turn to face him, and he places his hand on your neck, his thumb resting on your cheek as he pulls you closer and closer, his lips warm against yours, and you gladly let him steal all the remaining air from your lungs.
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Most nights go like this. You lie in bed next to Haechan, the orange glow of a nearby street lamp illuminating his gentle features. You count the stars in his eyes, and connect the moles on his cheeks, tracing them with your fingertips, then rest your hand against his warm skin. He smiles at you before turning his head to place a kiss in your palm, then looks back at you, exactly like that – always full of love.
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seren1tyhaze · 10 months
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sunflower dreams
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PAIRING: haechan x afab reader
WORD COUNT: 3k
SUMMARY: you have a new roommate who spends most of his time teasing you during the hours of games you play together online with your friends, but when it comes time to pick a new bed for your room, a sunflower shaped one seems like the perfect way to crack through his bratty exterior.
THANK YOU: A very belated happy birthday to our hyuckie and all my haechan smut lovers out there <3 Once I saw this photo on twitter I knew exactly what I would write for his birthday and I sincerely hope you all enjoy this brief drabble. @strwbrysunday as always, you know what I want to say to you. I'm so glad you enjoyed this <3
WARNINGS: explicit smut, angst, weed smoking, vaping, breakup flashbacks
PLAYLIST: Sunflower, Vol. 6 by Harry Styles - Stronger by NCT Dream - Sunflower (P.E.L) by Choi Yoojung - Sunflower by Vampire Weekend
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“What the HELL is in here?!” your roommate nearly screeched as he struggled to drag the heavy object in front of him over the door frame of your apartment.
“It’s for my room, I just need help getting it in there and then you can go back to your lame solo queuing and getting your ass kicked by 12 year olds,” you shouted back over the large cardboard box, tucking an annoying strand of hair back into your ponytail.
Hyuck huffed and tossed his phone onto the couch so he could pull the box easier. You could see his forehead over the top of the box as you pushed, sweat gathering at his brow under long, black bangs.
To be fair, the box was way bigger than you had thought it would be. The listing had said “minimal assembly” which you thought meant it would somehow not be huge - but it turned out to be the opposite. You felt slightly guilty that you had had to get Hyuck to help you come drag the box upstairs and inside.
You smirked deviously, hoping Hyuck’s annoyance would soon be replaced with excitement when he found out what you had ordered for your bedroom. The two of you had recently become roommates after you had ended things with your toxic ex and his roommate had taken a new job in another city.
“You’re letting a girl move in?!” Mark had exclaimed over the steaming hot pot, nearly choking on the clear glass noodles dangling from his lips.
“Mark, chill,” Hyuck had replied, rolling his eyes before dipping a thin piece of beef into the spicy broth in between them. “She’s cool and you know she’s better than half our friends at Valo and on the court.”
Hyuck wasn’t wrong, Mark had watched you pull through as the match MVP quite a few times and was always first picked whenever they played pick up games on the weekends at the gym.
Similarly, Johnny had almost blown a gasket when you had shared the news in a final screaming match the day you were supposed to be meeting your landlord for final checks of your unit. It started with him complaining that you hadn’t cleaned the kitchen well enough before he started asking about where you had moved to.
“Lee Donghyuck? That little twerp?” he had spat at you, looking you up and down, making you suddenly self conscious in the thin tank and sweats you had thrown on for the early morning appointment.
“Leave him alone, Johnny, he’s very nice to let me sublet the extra room at his place. Plus it’s all the way across town which means you don’t have to run into me,” you had rolled your eyes, glancing down at your phone to check the time, wondering how long you were going to have to talk to this asshole.
“I always knew he was desperate to fuck you,” Johnny mumbled. Jealousy and hatred laced his tone, and before you could ask for clarification, your landlord appeared in the doorway.
The two of you finally managed to drag the huge box down the hallway and you immediately grabbed your box cutter, desperate to get to work and get rid of all the extra packaging.
“I’ll leave you to it?” he commented, his statement coming out more as a question as he watched you begin to tackle the large box.
“Yeah yeah, I promise, I’m good! I’ll text you if I need help,” you added, pulling out a copious amount of bubble wrap and tossing it behind him.
“Please don’t,” he quipped back, turning on his heel and closing his door behind him.
Soon you could hear him yelling at Jeno to stop running ahead, knowing they had to be back grinding Fortnite ranks together and failing miserably. The two of them were awful at working together in duos and the only time they were even remotely successful at clearing out teams quickly was when you and Jaemin played with them in squads.
You laughed lightly, rolling your eyes and finally placing your hand on a dark green, velvety pillow. Ripping the plastic bag open, you placed the pillow on your desk, beginning to unpack other pieces of soft, yellow cushions.
You had been scrolling through Pinterest one afternoon at work, hoping to find some ideas to decorate your new room. While you were able to take most of your furniture from your shared apartment with Johnny, the bed had been his, so you desperately needed to find a new one. You had been sleeping on a thin air mattress for the last couple weeks and Hyuck was tired of hearing you complain about your back.
The minute you had laid your eyes on the piece of furniture housed in the giant box you had just hauled in, you knew you had to get it. It matched your style perfectly and was also perfect in so many other ways.
The parts were awkward to fit together without a second set of hands, but it didn’t take too long to assemble. Once you stuffed all the packaging back into the box and pushed it back out into the living room, you stood sweaty but proud in front of your new, giant sunflower bed.
It was round, so it was hard to say if it was King sized, but it seemed pretty close based on the dimensions. The center was dark brown and fuzzy, with giant yellow petals spanning across the frame. You had already had your best friend crochet you some smaller sunflower and leaf decorative pillows that she had dropped off earlier that week. She had also shown up with a small panda plushie with a matching leaf on its head, giving you a long hug in your doorway and reminding you of how strong you were for finally dumping Johnny’s stupid ass.
Grabbing your towel, you headed to the bathroom to shower, letting the hot water cascade over your aching shoulders and scrubbing your body and hair quickly, desperate to take a nap in your new bed. When you passed Hyuck’s room again, you heard him still yelling at Jeno, but based on his call out it sounded like they were playing League and you decided against disturbing him. He would see your new furniture eventually and the growing pit in your stomach was preventing you from showing him anyways, nervous for his reaction.
Once back in your room, you dimmed the lights and put on your chill playlist. You lit some candles on your desk, followed by a blunt, letting the haze flow through the afternoon light streaming through your blinds. As soon as you had ordered the bed, you had found other matching decor for your room, hanging some lighted vines from your ceiling, cascading down the corner near the bed, blending into pale pink and green sheer curtains covering the window. A small mushroom side table held crystals, an ashtray, and your phone charger next to your bed. You smiled, looking around your new space that felt safe and unique to you.
During your relationship with Johnny, you felt like you had lost parts of yourself that had previously brought you so much confidence. He hated when you gamed with the guys, complaining that they were all flirting with you and in the midst of heated comms he would often unplug the router, blaming it on a power surge.
Whenever Jungwoo would come over for face masks and binging the latest season of Single’s Inferno, Johnny would watch with a chilly gaze from the kitchen, sharpening his chef’s knife before slicing up an apple. His possessiveness broke your relationship apart and while you still missed him, you would never miss that disease that plagued your time together.
After you slipped into a soft set of sleep shorts and a cropped tank, you finally let yourself fall onto the center of the large flower. The mattress was as comfortable as all the reviews had said, maybe even more. Taking a long, final drag of the blunt, you extinguished it in the ashtray and curled up into the pillows, smiling as you moved the small bear to your bedside table.
The soothing music, weed, and scent of your favorite candles made your eyes heavy, watching as the hazy smoke flowed through the rays of light across your ceiling, sun warming your bare legs. You don't know when exactly you drifted off to sleep but before you knew it you were stirred awake by a soft knock at the door.
“Hey…did you need any…” came Hyuck’s voice as the door swung open, barely giving you a chance to adjust your shirt that had ridden high up your side, exposing the underside of your breast. The waistband of your shorts had also ridden up your waist in your sleep, exposing much of your thigh.
“Oh…I uh, sorry I didn’t know you were sleeping,” he stuttered, moving to blow out the two candles on your desk, nervously avoiding eye contact with you.
“It’s okay, I should have said something but didn’t want to interrupt your game,” you replied groggily, lifting a heavy hand up to your eyes to rub at them.
“Wait…is that…”Hyuck trailed off, finally noticing the bed design. He looked adorable in the afternoon light, hood pulled up over messy hair, small sections of pink peeking through the black locks.
“A sunflower, yeah,” you replied with a smile, sitting up and leaning back on your arms, neglecting to adjust your shirt, chest pushed out at your new position. You dragged your legs up lightly, digging your feet into the fuzzy brown center of the bed and swaying your knees lighty as you spoke.
“A sunflower,” Hyuck repeated, unable to keep his eyes from dragging up and down your half naked body and damp hair. You looked ethereal in the golden hour sunlight and he let out a sigh before pulling his lime vape pen to his lips for a long drag. He kept eye contact with you through the cloud of smoke, a small smile breaking out onto his lips.
The bed was “perfect in many other ways” due to Hyuck’s gamer tag, SunnyFlowerz, one he had made years ago but had stuck. He had accumulated some sunflower related items over the years, including some stickers on his pc, a bright neon light that hung on the wall behind him and always visible on call, and the small crochet holder he kept his vape in. Some of the guys teased him about it but he always had new facts about the resilient flower to share, including how they track the sun and can self-pollinate.
You knew all these things because even before you had started dating Johnny you had always been intrigued by Donghyuck, the loud, whiny friend who sometimes had hot pink hair and laughed at all your stupid jokes when getting high in the park. You had thought about him late at night or as you touched yourself in the shower more times than you cared to admit. The first thing you had thought of when you saw the sunflower bed was how getting fucked by him in the middle of it would be the sweetest revenge you could ever imagine.
But now in the moment, with your legs inching open wider under Hyuck’s tense gaze, you knew it was more than revenge. You wanted to fall apart underneath him and the way he was looking at you right now confirmed he wanted it too.
Pulling one hand back over his shoulder, Hyuck pulled his hoodie off in a swift motion, dropping it to the floor as he stepped close to the bed, pausing at the edge as his shins touched the soft yellow petals.
“Is this for me?” he asked, dragging the back of his hand lightly against your bare calf.
“Maybe…” you trailed off, shivering slightly at his touch and pulling your chin up, silently begging him to come closer.
Dropping his knees to the bed one by one, he crawled between your legs, caging you in as he crowded over you, tight abs tensing as he leaned over you. His hair was dangling in his eyes, darkened with lust.
Your breath caught in your throat as he brought a hand up to your chest, playing with the thin strap of your shirt, pushing it down to expose your collar bone.
“A pretty flower, all opened up for me,” he murmured, dipping down to nip lightly at the skin of your neck, already on fire from the gentle touch of his fingers.
You felt your core tighten and breath pick up, desperate for him to touch you. Leaning your head back, you opened up more of your neck for him to mouth at, letting out a light moan as he dragged his lips up and down the column of your throat, laving his tongue over a particularly sensitive spot.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” you can’t help yourself from mumbling and you swear you can feel him smile against your skin.
“You hid it so well, PandaBare,” he hissed out mockingly, using your own gamer tag, causing you to flush.
“Maybe I have something to show you too,” he added, standing up on his knees to pull at the waistband of his loose gray sweats.
You sat up further on your elbows, gulping and eyes widening. You watched as he first pulled down the sweats and then moved achingly slow to slip his thumbs under the band of his black boxers.
“If you’re about to try to impress me with your massive cock, Lee Donghyuck, you should remember that I used to date the Johnny Suh,” you replied, rolling your eyes at him, even as your heart picked up speed in your chest.
He merely chuckled, ripping down his boxers suddenly, half hard cock springing out and demanding your attention. 
Your eyes widened, not at the sight of his arousal, but at the black ink on his hip bone, suddenly visible to you for the first time. You had been to the pool with the boys a few times, but never seen this far below his shorts. 
“Is that…” you croaked out, equally as speechless as he had been in your doorway earlier.
“A panda bear? Yeah, it is,” he smiled, running his thumb over the small line art before moving over you again.
“Guess we both weren’t fake flirting on vc then…” you sighed as everything flooded into place in your mind.
Hyuck had been the first to offer you a place to stay and none of the boys had dared say anything in opposition. Even your best friend had encouraged you to move in.
He was always the first one to ream out a sexist team mate on voice chat when they complained about a female voice in the lobby. He always sent you a game off your wishlist on Steam for your birthday, saying he did it for everyone, even if you knew he hadn’t gotten Mark a gift in years. And if Johnny’s reaction had told you anything, it seemed like everyone had been picking up on the vibes for a long time.
“We’re both idiots,” he laughed out, dipping down to finally capture your lips with his, pressing warmly against your mouth.
Your hands flew immediately into his long hair as he yanked down your shorts, grinding his bare crotch against yours. You moaned loudly into his mouth at the feeling of him against your core, wrapping your legs around him tightly, drawing him closer to you.
“Wait,” you gasped into his mouth, reaching your hand over to fumble for your phone.
“Important Twitter update to post?” he asked, cocking a brow as he lifted up, toying with the edge of your top and letting his fingertips brush across your nipples that were peeking out under the neon green fabric.
“No, I have something better,” you said slyly, opening your camera and pulling Hyuck back down on top of you by the back of his neck. Holding the phone out, you snapped a slightly blurry photo that clearly showed Hyuck’s muscular and bare back with you spread out underneath him on the sunflower bed.
You tapped into a phone conversation you hadn’t messaged in in a month, sending off the photo without a caption before letting your phone fall back to the bed.
“Oh you’re evil,” Hyuck laughed maniacally, crashing his lips against yours and snaking a hand between your bodies to drag a finger through your dripping folds.
“Hold on, send him another one like this,” Hyuck murmured against your mouth, kissing down your throat before pulling his face between your thighs and smiling up at you.
You grabbed your phone eagerly, arching your back and tugging your bottom lip between your teeth in ecstasy as you snapped a few photos and videos. A loud moan escaped your throat, causing you to drop the phone and focus back on Hyuck and the long night that seemed to be ahead of you as he pulled his tongue slowly up to your clit, moaning into you in pleasure.
Yes, the sunflower bed was for Hyuck. But also the perfect fuck you to the man who had broken your heart and spent so much time gaslighting and manipulating you.
Across town, a loud string of curses rang out in a tiny apartment, causing Taeyong to rip his headphones off in concern and push open Johnny’s bedroom door. Without replying to his friend, Johnny glanced down at the small sunflower tattoo on his arm and threw his phone violently across the room, knowing the screen most likely shattered as it bounced off the wall.
His angry, jealous comments he had made when he last saw you had been right. Hyuck had always wanted to fuck you and while this was the first time, it looked like this wasn’t going to be the last.
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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 😔 
as always please do give me feedback by reblogging this with your thoughts in the tag or leaving a note or even dming/sending an ask. it’s all that I ask for. please take care until next time
signing off
- ash 
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justsayuluvmetn · 10 months
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haechan needy boyfriend
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pairings → bf!haechan x afab!reader
warnings  →  18+, masturbation, oral (f receiving), use of mommy, slight dirty talk, mentions of somnophilia
word count  → 1.3k
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The bedroom you and Haechan shared was dim. You were snuggled into your blankets, sound asleep, as Haechan flipped through the pages of his book.
After finishing his last chapter for the night, he put the book to the side and propped himself up on his elbow as he watched you sleep. He doesn't realize it, but he does this often. Looking at you sleeping peacefully next to him makes him feel at ease. While keeping his gaze on you, Haechan flickers the lamp off and lies next to you.
"You’re so pretty. Even when you sleep." Haechan whispers as he plants a soft kiss on your forehead.
Turning over to scroll through his phone one last time before he goes to sleep, he notices a post from a friend of yours. It was a throwback post from the beach trip the group took last summer. When Haechan's eyes found you wearing the bikini you wore that day, he instantly bit his lip. He remembers exactly how he felt. You looked stunning. Haechan found himself hiding in the water most of the day to hide his erection from you. Sadly, it was before the two of you were dating, so he obviously couldn’t tell you how sexy he found you in the bikini you had on.
Haechan stared at the photo a little longer, feeling his cock harden as the dirty thoughts clouded his mind. The more he thought about it, he realized that it had been two weeks since you two had sex. Haechan didn't let that affect him until this very moment. Suddenly, he needs your attention. He desperately misses your touch.
Rolling over onto his stomach, Haechan turns his head towards you as he slowly starts rocking his hips into the mattress. Biting his lip to suppress the soft whimpers trying to leave his mouth. Grinding into the mattress, pretending it was you. Soon these thoughts become difficult, causing him to turn on his back. Using his finger to draw circles around his tip, he teased himself. Haechan's whimpers become less suppressed.
"Does that feel good, baby?" You asked as you shifted to rub your eyes. Surprising him in the process.
"Oh- Y/N. I’m Sorry. It feels too good. I’m going to cum soon." Haechan moans back to you. You reach out your hand to stop him. Groaning, he looks deep into your eyes while sticking out his lip.
"You woke me up." You began. "Babyyy, I’m sorry. I just got so turned on by a photo of you, and it made me miss you so so so much." Cutting off a whining Haechan, you looked him in the eye sincerely.
"Ohhh, I see. Do you need my attention? Do you miss me or the way I touch you?" You ask mockingly. "I-I miss both, but I need to touch you." He tells you.
"Is that what you were thinking about when you were touching yourself?" cocking an eyebrow at him, he shook his head in return. "I was thinking about teasing you while you were... sleeping." He got quieter as he reached the end of his sentence. Despite that, you heard him loud and clear. You loved when Haechan took control, which is why you haven’t had sex. As much as you love dominating him, you miss being touched by him. The two-week break was your silent protest to get Haechan to make a move on you. It felt like forever to you, but it finally worked.
"Hyuck.. Baby, we talked about this before. You always have my consent. There's a reason we have a safe word, and I’ll use it if need be." You took his face in your hands when he gave you a look of embarrassment. "Don’t be embarrassed now." Your thumbs glide over his cheeks as you lean in to kiss his soft lips.
Haechan pulls you onto his lap, causing you to deepen the kiss. Tugging at his hair, you begin to roll your hips, and Haechan lets out a loud groan. Pulling away, Haechan looks deep into your eyes. "I want to touch you so bad. Please let me play with you." He pleads.
Biting your lip, you pretend to consider his proposal. Of course you want him to touch you, but deep down, you still want control over him. "Only if you beg for it. I don’t know if you deserve it considering you woke me up at 2am to your pathetic moans." While it’s true that his moans were pathetic, they were also so pretty.
"Please let me touch you. Please." His begging was almost as pathetic as his moans. "You’re going to have to do better than that Hyuckie."
"Please, I promise to make you feel good, baby; please let me touch you." You roll your eyes, but really all you want is to rip your clothes off and let him get to work. "Are you even trying?" Haechan looks at you with hunger. Pulling you into a deep kiss, using one hand to keep your head still and the other to play with your already hard nipples. A small whimper leaves your lips.
Pressing his forehead against yours, he said, "See? I know how to make Mommy feel good. Don’t I?" You gulp at the name. He’s never called you that before. Haechan chuckles at you. "It looks like I was right."
Snaking your arms around his neck as you pull him back into another deep, lustful kiss, you say, "So make Mommy feel good, baby." Grinning widely, Haechan flips you onto your back.
Moving to the bottom of the mattress, Haechan pushes your legs apart. "You look so good waiting like this, Mommy. I could cum just from looking at your pretty pussy." Your stomach churned as Haechan bent down to press kisses along your stomach. "H-hyuckie, why are you teasing me?" You pout. He looks up at you but only smiles and continues on his way down to your heat. You let out a quiet groan when his lips leave your body. Taking his index finger lightly to your clit, you jerk forward at the new sensation. "What a slut. Making me beg, but you react like that to the slightest touch. Maybe you should beg." Haechan suggests.
Your eyes grow wide, not expecting him to say that. He’s full of surprises tonight, but so are you. "Hyuck, please touch me. Please, only you can make me feel this good. I need you to touch my pussy. I’m so wet for you, Hyuck. Don’t you want a taste?" You pout at a taken-back Haechan.
You were soaking. Haechan knew you were right when you said you were wet for him. You threw your head back as Haechan easily caved into your begging. He lightly blew on your wet clit leading you to sharply inhale, but you let out a breathy moan as he connected his tongue to your clit. While his tongue laps at your clit he looks up at you with big eyes through his eyelashes.
"You look so pretty like this, Hyuck." You praise him, using your hand to push his head down. He doesn’t stop what he’s doing, but you can see his cheeks begin to flush pink. Throwing your head back with closed eyes, you moan. "F-fuck Hyuckie, that feels so good, I’m going to cum." Taking fistfuls of his hair as he sucks tightly on your clit. "Cum on my tongue, Y/N. Please, baby, let me taste you, remember?"
Even in this moment, he’ll still beg you.
His tongue may be making you moan, but his words are what caused the tight knot in your stomach to explode all over Haechan's pretty face. Breathing heavily, you sit up to kiss him tasting yourself. "That felt so good, Hyuckie." You smiled softly.
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mystic-hyuck · 1 year
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intoxicating (l.dh)
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pairing - lee donghyuck (haechan) x GN!reader
genre - fluffy fluff, suggestive?
warnings - makeout scene lmao
w/c - 607
a/n - god the hyuck brainrot is real I have like 8 WIP's which are my attempts of not just writing haechan comfort fics but they just aren't coming out right so I apologise in advance for how many stories I post that are like this.
please request here if you have anything you'd like me to write!
"I still can't believe you didn't get me tickets for your concert." You pout, turning away from him as he tries to give you your kiss hello.
He laughed, tugging your arm. "I didn't know you wanted to go! I would've loved to have you there, but you've got to tell me when you want me to get you tickets."
You finally met his eyes, only to show him your phone. "Well, I'm still blaming you for the fact the only way I can watch it is through the tiktok thirst traps everyone is posting of you."
He smirked, sitting down beside you on the bed. "Oh, so you're jealous, is that the problem?"
"Well, all these people that would kill to have you as their boyfriend got to watch you live while your real partner had to sit at home by themselves. I may be a little bitter."
He raised an eyebrow teasingly. "Wow, you really are jealous. I never thought you'd get so worked up over this. You literally see me 'live' every day."
You playfully smack his shoulder, turning over on the bed to face away from him. "You're being mean."
Haechan laughed, pulling you back towards him. He laid beside you, taking your face in his hands. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I'll buy you tickets next time."
Your face lit up excitedly. "To the 127 concert?"
He grinned. "You just want to watch me perform 'Love on the Floor', don't you?"
Now it was your turn to tease. "Actually, I want to watch Johnny perform 'Love on the Floor'."
Haechan gasped, releasing your face from his grasp. "Wow, I didn't think you'd betray me that easily. Maybe you should pay for your own ticket. Or you could even ask Johnny to pay."
You giggled. "Who's jealous now? You know it's only you I want to watch. Please Hyuck?"
He smiled, his hands returning to cup your face. "You're lucky I love you. And you're pretty cute when your jealous."
You smiled in satisfaction, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. Not content as you pulled away, he brought his lips to yours again, deepening the kiss. His tongue swiped your bottom lip for entry, slipping inside your mouth as his hand came to rest against your waist.
Your hands came to rest on his shoulders as he pulled away for a moment, breathless as he pressed kisses to your jawline and collarbone, before returning to your lips.
Time stilled around you, as it always did when you were kissing Haechan. All you could focus on was him, the lingering scent of his shampoo in his hair, the soft, yet thin material of his shirt under your fingertips, the way his hand moved quickly, yet gently from your waist to your hair and to your jaw. Everything about him was intoxicating in the best way possible, and moments like this when you could just get lost in him were your favourite.
He finally pulled away, panting as you both tried to catch your breath. He drew you impossibly close, tucking you under his chin as he traced shapes on the skin underneath your shirt. You laid there quietly, playing with his fingers as you concentrated on his slowing heartbeat. You looked up, eyes tracing over the sharp features of his face, his beauty marks creating the most gorgeous constellations across his skin.
He noticed you staring, looking down at you with a questioning glance. "What are you looking at?"
You smile. "You're so pretty, Haechan."
His face mirrored your expression as he fixed a stray piece of your hair. "As are you, my love."
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scented-morker · 1 year
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prince!hyuck x fem.teacher!reader, pretty much just fluff, royal and fake dating au (!!!), 4.8k words… read the teaser first!
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"Playboy Prince Settles Down" "A Royal Romance" "Prince Lee has a Lover" 
You smile politely at the guard outside the castle, trying not to show the discomfort you were currently feeling at your surroundings.
You weren't sure what you expected to happen after your encounter with the young prince, but it certainly wasn't waking up to a knock on your door and an invitation to the castle. Nor were you expecting the faces of every worker in the castle to confuse you more, with their sly smiles and eyes following you like they knew some secret you didn't.
"Their royal highnesses will see you now."
You attempt to thank the servant for delivering you to the correct place, only to find them having disappeared after announcing your presence to the inhabitants of the room.
"Ah y/n, welcome!"
You turn to the voice only to immediately drop into a deep bow, not expecting basically the entire royal family to be waiting for you as soon as you entered.
"Oh uh hello."
You hear a few small giggles and a hand helps you up from the respectful drop. It's Donghyuck, and you get a flashback to your first meeting when he did the exact same thing.
"Relax," his voice soothed you, and your body immediately reacted to his instructions, unnecessary tension leaving your body as you stood up straight.
His hand stayed on your arm while the rest of the room took you in, and you were glad for the contact as you tried not to wither under the royal gaze.
"So this is her?" A man spoke, and you looked at the prince next to you in confusion.
He just sent you a smile, directing your attention to his mother with a nod of his head.
"Hello y/n, it's wonderful to meet you! I've heard about the many good things you've done for the children of our kingdom."
You almost blush, shy at the acknowledgment from the queen, and everyone in the room smiles.
"Oh! Thank you! I was just doing my job."
The queen smiles at you and glances at her son before continuing to speak to you.
"You've been such an excellent citizen, I'm deeply sorry for the mess that you got involved in after your encounter with my son."
Donghyuck flashes you a bashful smile and you look away, scared to blush if you make eye contact or look at him for too long.
"It's okay. Honestly I think Prince Donghyuck got the worse deal in that situation."
"That certainly is true," the queen confirms before taking a few steps closer to where you were standing, "we were hoping you could help him out on that front."
Your eyes flickered from the woman in front of you to the prince on your right.
"Uh, how can I do that?" You question, and Hyuck finds himself smiling at the fact that you didn't even think about it before agreeing to help him.
"We propose that you and my son set the record straight about what is going on between you two. Inform the media and citizens that what they saw was not a sudden romantic action."
You tried to comprehend what was being said.
"So just... tell them the truth about what happened? That we just bumped into each other? Of course I'll do that."
"Not quite," this time it was the same man who spoke earlier, who you would later learn was Donhyucks sisters boyfriend, "we would like you to spin the story just a little bit, to make the Prince seem less like a so called ‘playboy’ and more of a mature man."
"You lost me now," you spoke, immediately turning to Hyuck in your confusion, and the royals took note of the way you always looked to him when in need of confirmation.
"Be my fake girlfriend." He spoke bluntly.
"I- what?" You squeaked, and he let out another laugh.
"The media hates me, they're going to keep pushing the 'player' title on me until they're forced to do otherwise. You can help me right?"
You should say no. Any rational person would have. Getting involved in a huge lie with the ruling family, a fake relationship with the crown prince, it was a terrible idea.
But something about the way the Prince was looking at you so fondly, his puppy dog eyes asking so nicely for you to help him, made every rational thought in your head go silent.
"Of course."
Hyuck pulled you in to a tight hug as soon as the words left your mouth.
He might not show it, but he really did care about his position and what the citizens thought about him. He really did want to be a good king.
"I could literally kiss you right now," he mumbled into your ear and you laughed the same laugh that hooked him in the first place.
"Save it for the media loverboy."
He smiled at the nickname, and it registered in his mind that it was going to be very hard to keep things fake with you.
"Wonderful, I've called a press conference in two and a half hours where we will reveal your relationship to the kingdom."
You pulled away from the young man in front of you, staring in shock at the queen.
"You what? I- how- in front of everyone?"
The queen only smiled, "yes, in front of everyone. You're going to go with Jieun to get ready, and she's going to brief you on the specifics."
Donghyuck reassured you after seeing the wide eyed look on your face "don't worry, Jieun will take care of you, and I'll see you as soon as I can okay?"
You weren't fully convinced, but you nodded your head anyway, letting him push you towards his sister before walking in the opposite direction as she leads you.
"Hey, y/n," you tear your eyes away from the back of the princes head and turn to his sister.
"Uh yeah?"
"I figured you weren't paying attention," she laughs and you smile apologetically.
"Sorry, I'm just kinda nervous."
"Thats okay, I'm just going to take you to change and stuff and give you your relationship background. You should be back with Hyuck within the hour."
You can't even hide the look of relief that flashes across your face.
Jieun smiles knowingly, beginning to brief you on the backstory they had created.
Two hours later you were sat on a stage in front of media personnel, and cameras recorded from all angles the way you stuck to the prince's side, shooting nervous smiles to the camera.
"I will now open up questions to the couple," you were so busy staring at the way your hand was completely engulfed in Hyuck's that you missed the entire briefing.
Donghyuck gave you a soft smile, pulling you up by your hand and taking you to the podium. It was hard to ignore the hundred, possibly thousand even, eyes watching you. There were news cameras, newspaper photographers, and journalists everywhere all with pens and prying eyes.
"How did the two of you meet?" One shouts, and you're glad the first one you had been briefed on.
Hyuck takes the lead, explaining how you were invited to the castle as a thank you for your contributions to the children and the two of you instantly clicked.
"You've been together for six months, why have you just now announced it?"
"Why was Prince Lee on vacations on islands with other women while yn was staying in his kingdom and working with his citizens?"
The questions were getting very personal, and also very passive aggressive, and you were getting more and more nervous.
They were going to see right through you. They're gonna know you're lying and they're going to charge you with treason and you're never going to see Chenle or Jisung again.
Your panic must have been obvious, because soon Donghyuck was cupping one side of your face, whispering reassurances into your ear.
"It's okay love, you're doing great."
"We will offer one more question, as to not overwhelm Miss Yn anymore."
They chose a blonde reporter who looked about your age for the final question, and you thanked the gods that she went easy on you.
"What drew you to the Prince, Miss? And how did you handle seeing all the headlines about someone you knew was being portrayed wrong?"
"That's actually two-" the royal advisor goes to say, but you wave him off.
"It's okay," you say with a smile. "These are easy questions and I'd be happy to answer both."
Hyuck watches you proudly, giving your hand a squeeze as you go up towards the podium.
"I guess the first thing that drew me to the Prince was how humble he was." There were a few snickers in the room and you respond with a chuckle. "I know, a lot of people wouldn't believe me, but he never lets me bow to him and he always insists on taking the blame on things so I don't worry. In regards to your second question, it was extremely hard. I knew the media was wrong about Prince Donghyuck as soon as I met him, and watching them continue to paint this awful picture of a playboy out of someone I knew to be a very devoted partner caused me a lot of disappointment. I hope that this news has cleared up some of the rumors swirling around him." 
You give one last gracious smile to the crowd before stepping back from the podium, Hyuck's arm immediately taking its place around your waist as the advisor announces the end of the press conference. 
You and Hyuck exit first, leaving the meeting room and heading back for the residential area of the castle. 
"We survived!" He laughs at the excitement in your voice, as if you had really thought the room of reporters was going to be your end. 
"Yes we did, and you did great! I mean that last question, someone get you an acting award." 
"Hey," your voice is soft, and you reach up to cup his face, the urge to reassure him stronger than the self consciousness at touching him so intimately, "I meant exactly what I said. I know they're wrong about you. You're going to be an amazing king, and they're blind for not seeing it." 
At this, Donghyuck-- the Prince and future King of Kyubok-- started blushing. His face was still resting in your palms, warm and a pretty pink color as he looks at you softly. 
Your eyes flicker to the mole above his lips, and you swear that his face is closer when you meet his eyes again. 
"That was fantastic!" The loud voice of Johnny shoots the two of you apart, and you don't dare look up from your feet as the rest of the royal family files into the room behind him, knowing smiles on their faces. 
There are aggressive whispers exchanged between the man in question and his girlfriend, and by the time they're finished your face is finally cool enough to show. Your eyes immediately go to Donghyuck like usual, and he appeared to be mouthing something at the two, but stopped when he saw you watching, opting instead to send you a blinding smile. 
"Miss Y/n, you'll be staying with us for the foreseeable future, in the room designated for the prince's betrothed. We'll have the next few days to relax and regroup, and then next week you and Hyuck will travel to a few of the bigger cities in the kingdom to make appearances at tree lightings and charity events before coming back to this castle for the Christmas Ball on December 23rd." 
You blink a few times, willing your brain to absorb all the information the queen had just told you, but you don't make it very far. 
"His betrothed?"
Jieun shares a fond smile with her mother before explaining, "the room was built when he was a child for his future queen to stay in before their eventual wedding, but it's empty until he gets engaged anyway, and it's the closest room to Hyuck's own so we thought you might want to stay there." 
"Oh," is all you can say, and Hyuck shoots daggers at his family for their not-so-subtlety. "I hope she won't mind," you say, although thinking of the prince being engaged in the future leaves a weird feeling in your stomach. 
"She won't," Johnny grins, before nudging the prince towards you, "Hyuck why don't you go show her the room?"
The prince makes a very unprincely finger gesture to his sister's boyfriend, but does as he says, giving a quick "we'll be going then," as he leads you out the room and through multiple halls and up staircases. 
"So this one is yours, I'm the one right there," he points across the hall to the pair of doors directly across from your own, "so if you need anything just knock, or come right in and I'll help." 
"Okay, thank you for the generosity your highness." 
He makes a face of disgust before speaking again, "okay, I'm glad we're past the bowing thing, but lets stop with that too," he says, referencing your formal language. 
"Sorry, it's just this is all a little weird. You're still a royal, even if you act like a dumb teenage boy." 
He laughs at your teasing remark, "see I like that much better." 
He lets you go into your room, telling you he'll meet you in the same place in a few hours to take you back down to the dining room for dinner since you didn't remember at all how you'd gotten there. 
You entered into a room that was bigger than your entire house. The bed seemed like it was fifty feet away from the door, and the suite included a lounging area by a huge lit fireplace, a connected bathroom, and what you discovered to be a walk in closet conveniently full of exquisitely made gowns in your size. 
When in the world did they have all the time to do all of this? 
You've already messed with everything in the room by the time Hyuck knocks on your door to take you to dinner, and you're relieved to see that he has also changed out of his press conference outfit and into sweats. You were worried you would have to dress formally for dinner with the royal family. 
"Did you see my surprise?" 
You look at the prince in confusion, "What surprise?"
He grins, taking that as a no and opening the door to your room, leading you past the bed and a random piano and towards a dresser that you'd skimmed over on your initial snooping. 
You open it at his prompting, laughing when you see it's full of comfy outfits and pajamas. "They wanted to fill the closet with royally acceptable outfits so figured I'd leave you something a little less suffocating."
 You grab a pair of the new pajamas when you get back to your room after the best dinner you've ever had, stomach full and happy, ready to take a shower and go to sleep in the huge bed. 
However, you don't pull the shower curtain back until after you've already stripped out of your clothes, a decision you quickly regret as you stare at the billion nobs and levers on the wall. You start randomly turning and pressing things, hoping you'll be able to figure it out yourself. 
But of course, the universe hates you so nothing happens. Which is how you end up peeking your head out the doors of your bedroom, making sure no one is in the hall before quickly making your way to Hyuck's door and leaving a few quiet knocks. 
He seems to have showered himself, chestnut hair damp and sticking in all directions as a loose shirt and shorts hang over his body. He takes in your appearance, flustered face and wide eyes as you stand in front of his room wrapped in one of the fluffy towels you'd found. 
"Uh, I couldn't figure out the shower." 
He would probably laugh if it weren't for the burning in his stomach. Frankly it was funny that you needed help figuring out how to turn the shower on, or at least it would have been funny if you were wearing clothes instead of being covered by just a towel. 
But you weren't, so Hyuck silently enters your room for the second time that day, avoiding eye contact as he explains the various temperature and stream settings before muttering a stuttered "goodnight" that you quickly reciprocate and rushing back to his own room. 
Your face doesn't go back to its original temperature until much later that night, after you've already fallen asleep. 
The next few days go by in a blur of exploring the castle and hanging out with the Prince, and soon you're cinched into a traveling dress and climbing into a carriage to head to the first of many stops of your royal tour. 
It's only the two of you, so Donghyuck has to debrief you himself, although his are much easier to understand compared to his mothers. You know exactly where you're going, what you're doing, where you're staying after, even what you're having for dinner. 
You had a fantastic time, playing with the children and helping wrap gifts before standing alongside Donghyuck as he gives a short speech. Then you're off to an inn for dinner and rest before you head to the next stop tomorrow. 
And it turns out Donghyuck did forget to mention one thing, because since the entire kingdom thought the two of you were madly in love-- you only got one room with one bed. 
"You're doing this for me, so you take the bed, I'll sleep on the floor." 
You look at him like he's grown three heads, "Are you kidding me? Hyuck you're the future King of our kingdom, no way you're sleeping on the floor." 
"Y/n, you're not sleeping on the floor." 
"Neither are you."
The two of you awkwardly stare at each other for a little longer than necessary before you just spit it out. "Look we've had a really long day and we're tired, let's just both sleep in the bed instead of fighting about it." 
"I mean, as long as you're comfortable with that." 
Which is how you ended up in bed with the Prince, both of you laying silently and trying to get comfortable without getting too close to the other. 
And it takes a while, but you do eventually fall asleep, scrunched into a ball on the left side of the bed. Although all of that goes out the window when you wake up in the middle of the night to Hyuck's head tucked into your neck. 
You tense up for a moment, but a quick look at his peaceful face reassures you the way he somehow always does, and you relax, stroking a hand through his damp hair before throwing an arm over his shoulders and falling promptly back to sleep. 
Neither one of you say anything when you wake the next morning tangled in each others limbs, just letting out small awkward giggles and separating yourselves before getting up. 
By the time the two of you make it to the last city it's gotten much less awkward, and you're comfortable teasing Hyuck during the holiday events and crawling into a hotel bed with him at the end of the night. 
In fact, the newspapers have fully ditched the playboy storyline and now print stories from attendees of the various events as they talk about just how in love the "future King and Queen" look. The mayor of the last city had even asked which he would be receiving first, a coronation or wedding invite. (To which you and Hyuck had awkwardly laughed at before you ran off to the dessert table and left the Prince to change the subject).
That night the two of you climb into bed, discussing how the event went and bouncing around ideas of how you can better help the city. The domesticity of it hits you, and as you lay your head down you wonder if this is how it would be everyday if you really were with the Prince. You wonder if the future bride that would be in the room you were staying in would be as good with the kingdoms children as you are, or if papers would write about how in love they looked. 
"Hey why are you frowning?" 
"I'm not!"
"Yes you are! Look at that scowl on your face!" Hyuck brushes his thumb in between your eyebrows, smoothing out the scowl lines that were definitely there at the thought of his future relationship. 
The two of you are no longer laughing or fighting like you were before, just staring at each other while letting shallow breaths out. 
Donghyuck clears his throat and you turn around in bed to face your back to him to hide the red on your cheeks and stop yourself from doing something impulsive. However neither one of those things goes away when he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. His sleepy voice whispers into your ear. 
"Is this okay? I figure we're going to end up here once we fall asleep anyway." 
"Yeah," your words come out breathier than you were hoping, "it's fine. It's good." 
He hums quietly before the two of you settle into the comfort of silence and each other.
When you make it back to the castle, it feels as if the entire family knows what the two of you were doing while gone, and even though you didn't technically do anything wrong, it's hard to look the Queen in her eyes without getting shy.
"Tell me everything, right now!" Jieun had entered your room as soon as you started unpacking, and you don't even look up from your bag as you respond. "It was good, I usually just hung out with the kids and ate while Hyuck talked to all the important people." 
Jieun rolled her eyes. "Oh please, I know all that, the newspapers already have bets going about how many kids the two of you are going to have. I meant tell me everything about you and my brother!" 
"What? I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Oh come on!! It was just the two of you hanging out 24/7, eating every meal together, sharing a bathroom, sharing a BED! You have to have something to tell me!"
"Not really much, your brother's a great guy— he keeps the bathroom clean and helps me blow dry my hair if I can't reach the back. One time he even sang a Christmas carol with me, which I did not know he had such a great voice. That's pretty much it."
"So you were out acting like a little old married couple while I sat cooped up in this castle with mother constantly reading me articles, you don't even have anything interesting to share for all my suffering." 
You decide to throw her a bone, although you quickly regret it.
"He's also a pretty good cuddler." 
"WHAT?"
Which is how you end up in a conversation way too deep for what you were expecting and way too intense for being with Hyuck's sister. 
"Girl you like him, no you loooOOOooove him," she singsongs, and you can't help but laugh.
"Oh shut up, he's a prince."
The joking atmosphere of the room suddenly gets quiet, and Jiuen stares at you. 
"You don't really think that means anything, do you?"
You stare blankly before voicing what you've been thinking since the first day he drug you into the castle, "he has a kingdom to run, shouldn't he be with someone who knows how to do that?" 
"Yn, he knows how to run a kingdom on his own. He doesn't need someone to do his job, he needs someone to love him. And if I'm right about you, that is the greatest gift you can give him." 
"Uh yeah." 
She gives you a soft smile. "Hey I'll let you settle back in before dinner. Just think about what I said, okay?"
That night you can barely sleep, and you feel bad for whatever royal makeup artist is going to have to cover your eyebags for the Christmas Ball the next day. 
When morning comes you've barely slept a wink, but a knock on your door reveals an equally as tired looking Donghyuck, and he offers you a cup of something "to wake you up" that you quickly realize is just Redbull in a fancy glass. 
"Thanks, I barely slept last night." 
"Me too."
"What was keeping you up?"
He pauses for a moment longer then necessary before saying "nerves" although you aren't sure what he has to be nervous about. 
"Same."
After your short conversation you don't see the prince much for the rest of the day, too swept up in preparation. In fact the next time you see Hyuck is when you go out to meet him for the two of you to enter together. 
"Holy shit."
Your eyes go wide, and you stare at Donghyuck. You've never heard such un-princely words come out of his mouth. 
"Hyuck are you even allowed to say that?" You laugh so hard you worry for your mascara, but it seems to snap him out of his reverie.
"I'm the prince, I can say whatever I want. And frankly, even if I couldn't I probably would anyway."
"And what has made the oh so regal Prince Donghyuck use such foul language?" you question as you interlink your arms together. 
The two of you start walking over the balcony, and the royal announcer alerts the room of your presence. 
You don't even pick up the announcement of your names, too stuck on the warm whisper of Hyuck's voice in your ear. 
"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." 
Your face lights up bright red, and you would have tripped down the stairs if it wasn't for the hold of Hyck's arm, now on your waist instead of your arm. 
Tonight, he refuses to leave your side, and takes you along whenever anyone asks to speak with him. 
Thankfully the night has more than just boring conversation with old people, and soon Donghyuck has you spinning on the dance floor. 
"This is so fun!" You giggle, even if you did almost step on the prince's toes. 
"I think it's just you. Normally these dances are real snooze fests." 
"I think you're giving  me too much credit." 
Donghyuck stops you mid-spin, leaving one hand wrapped around your own and leading you off the dance floor onto a balcony. 
"I don't think you're giving yourself enough credit," he says it with such a fond tone that you can't help but avoid eye contact. "Yn you have touched so many lives, and my entire kingdom is ready for you to become Queen. Frankly, I think they’d rather have you ruling than me.”
You let out a quiet laugh at his last statement, but you understand the seriousness of his words.
“Hey, I told you the first day this started that you’re going to be an amazing King, and that hasn’t changed.”
He runs a hand through his hair like he’s frustrated, “Yn, I don’t think you get it, I wouldn’t be a great king. I spent the last ten years of my life out partying every night, that’s not something a good king does.”
“But—” you try to interject, but he quickly cuts you off.
“I know now that I can be a good king, but it’s because of you.”
All of the words you were trying to form in your head— reassurances, compliments, confessions— all go silent.
“What?”
“You’ve made me realize what caring about people really looks like. After our first event you climbed in the carriage and asked if we could buy the orphanage kids gifts ourselves instead of the workers using their account. You care, and give, and love so fiercely that it makes me want to do the same.”
There are tears in your eyes when you lift them to meet his, and he gives you a soft smile.
“I do think I’ll be a good king, but I also think that I’m madly in love with you.”
A gasp leaves your mouth, and you’re so embarrassed but never in your life did you think those words would come from Donghyuck.
He’s looking at you with sparkling eyes, and you can’t help the huge smile that breaks out on your face.
“I think I’m madly in love with you too,” and then his smashing his lips into yours and you can barely kiss back because of the smile that won’t go away.
When he pulls away you think of Jieun’s words.
“Hey Hyuck?”
He gives you his undivided attention, like always, and you internally squeal at it.
“Merry Christmas.”
He gives you soft kiss, “Merry Christmas baby.”
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catboyieejeno · 9 months
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nct dream reaction ₊˚ପ⊹
➸ the dreamies as boyfriends.
alt title: the dreamies are boyfriend coded—that's all.
content: gn! reader, fluff, slightly suggestive, mentions of food
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ mark lee
mark is very easily flustered in general, so what is he supposed to do when the prettiest person ever is just simply existing in his presence? just remembering you're in the room and stealing a glance your way awakens the most teenage-boyish feelings within him, tips of his ears red and nerves bubbling as if he isn't already in a relationship with you
he's endeared by the most minute gestures and quirks of yours, the ones that go unnoticed by others. like your little huff when you're frustrated or the way you scrunch your nose when you're not satisfied or contemplating something
they way you randomly squeeze his hand when you guys are walking will drive him up the wall. this man will audibly gasp or squeak, clutch his chest, and squeeze his eyes shut to recover from the way his heart is suddenly and fiercely pounding in his chest
he's constantly geeking out over you, though he doesn't gush to the dreamies too often. they'd just make fun of him and tbh he doesn't wanna hear it, but on occasion he'll talk to jaehyun or johnny since they're close and more than willing to lend an ear
can only go so long without a kiss from you. i give him maximum two hours (sometimes sooner) before he's looking into your eyes in that way that tells you he's going to kiss you
his hands would come up to hold your face and his lips would mold into a soft, doughy smile before pressing into yours. it's delicate and lingering, and he breathes you in every time, hands only leaving your face to wrap tightly around you and hold you close to his chest
would do the typical 'wipe the corner of your mouth with his thumb' when you're eating together or pick an eyelash from your cheek, holding it up and insisting you make a wish and blow it away so it comes true
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ huang renjun
we know renjun has no filter, but i don't see him being too frequently outspoken about his feelings with/towards you; he's slightly reserved in this regard because giving cheesy compliments feels slightly foreign and awkward and he doesn't thinks it's something he's good at
initially, that is.
that reservation lasts up until the moment the most unplanned, instinctual, and heartfelt "gosh, i could look at you forever," leaves his lips.
he didn't plan to make you flustered; in fact, he didn't even plan on saying it out loud. he was just obliviously voicing his thoughts, but once he saw the flush of red that spread across your cheeks, eyes dreamy and wide with surprise, renjun questions how he ever went a day without being the reason for this look on your face.
huang renjun pays so much attention to detail when it comes to you, whether it's about your favorite food/restaurant or your coffee order or the different scents/products you like. you'll literally never have to repeat yourself with him, he's always listening very closely and noticing all the small things about you that no one has ever picked up on
he's so gentle and considerate, an 'actions speak louder than words' kind of guy. constant acts of service, making sure you keep up with meals, helping with chores, naming and watering your plants, etc.
and, undoubtedly, he's definitely the best out of the dreamies at taking care of you when you're sick.
now... he will wear a mask and wont kiss you until you're 100% better
or at least until he's sure you're not contagious
but you can bet this boy is making you fresh tea and soup daily, checking your temperature every thirty minutes, rubbing menthol on your chest and running you a bath + sticking a towel in the dryer so it's warm when he wraps it around you and gets you ready for bed
will not leave your side until you make a complete recovery
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ lee jeno
his natural resting state is his face tucked into your neck or shoulder
before he's even opened his eyes on an early morning, his face is nuzzling into yours, lips nibbling at your neck, plush and wet and leaving the lightest of kisses on your warm skin. he's completely enveloped by your scent, lulled to sleep for a bit longer by the sounds of your even breaths
if you're standing in a queue or at a party, he'll rest his cheekbone onto your shoulder, both arms wrapping around your waist. occasionally he'll leave a kiss on the nearest accessible spot of exposed skin, but since he's the shyest member (according to the dreamies), he might not do much more in regards to PDA
hand holding is a must though, especially when it's cold and your linked hands are tucked into his jacket pocket. so cheesy but you gotta let it slide bc it's lee jeno
loves to help you pick your outfits/shop with you... loves it.
has absolutely all the patience in the world, and will watch you with stars in his eyes as you style yourself, nervously offering his opinion every so often
will ask you to get up from your seat so that he can take it and pull you onto his lap instead. 7/10 times he'll get hard but can you blame him...
speaking of laps, please let him nap on yours :( jeno will pout and beg for a chance to sleep on your thighs or tummy, insisting that the quality of his sleep is drastically improved when he's on you. also, it's implied that he wants you to massage his scalp and play with his hair... will be out within five minutes if you do
and if he were to stir awake and the lights in the room were too bright, he'd tiredly drag your hand over to rest on his cheek and shade his eyes so he can keep sleeping
would absolutely love if you showed an interest in any of his hobbies
for example, he'd be so giddy if you let him teach you how to play a video game, holding your hand over the mouse and keyboard and pressing your fingers down on the buttons as he mutters instructions into your shoulder
or if you wanted to ride bikes with him or go to the gym with him, he'd be so attentive and watchful over you, making sure you have a good time doing the things that he likes
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ lee donghyuck
the partner privilege is real with this one
like, he'll be actively feeding you a bite of his food and another member would ask to try it, and he would immediately complain (even though he eventually gives in anyway) just because ugh! it's not the same as letting you have some, you know?
and on the topic of food, when you try his, he will be feeding it to you. no, he will not let you do it yourself so don't even try it—lee donghyuck lives and breathes for the way you roll your eyes in feigned annoyance before accepting the spoonful he so meticulously prepared for you, cheeks stuffed because it was probably too much. he'd even coo at you, going on about how cute you look and asking how you like the taste
will feel betrayed if you watch an episode of a show you're meant to be watching together without him. and while he's on tour or stuck at the dorms, he will facetime you so you can watch it together
he's genuinely so enamored and obsessed with you, in a way that might not even be entirely normal or sane. loves laying on your chest so that he can hear your heart and yes, he will shamelessly ask you to scratch his back, humming contently after each drag of your nails on his skin
cannot seem to get enough affection, ever
also cannot seem to get close enough to you. if it was possible, he'd merge into you to be closer but since it isn't, he'll just have to settle for cuddle sessions where he's wrapped around you like a koala, leg swung across you and pinning you in place.
he's a little dependent when he's with you, so he has a bit of a hard time when he's on tour. hyuck needs to talk to you and hear your voice and he will do anything and everything necessary to make that happen, whether it's staying up ridiculously late, or getting up before the sun to match your schedule. when he's away, he misses you so, so bad that it literally and physically hurts
and he's so soft on these phone calls, constantly reminding you that he misses you and your voice and your touch
he'll endlessly tell you that he loves you, all teasing and jokes aside—he can go back to doing all that when he gets home. for now, he's rambling about all the things he did that day that you would have liked and promising that he will bring you there one day
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ na jaemin
the honeymoon phase never truly ends when you're dating na jaemin. he is the biggest flirt, and i do not say that lightly
compliments and teases you like it's second nature because it is. he's constantly trying to swoon you and is not at all shy about skin-ship, clinging to you when he feels like he needs a bit of extra loving.
i think people underestimate how romantic jaemin is because he tends to be a bit subtle about it, and contrary to popular belief, i think he'd only really pull that side of him out in private, only for you to see. he's not particularly against PDA, just prefers to soak you in when the two of you are alone and together
slow kisses that hide how eager and enamored he really is, fingertips softly grazing all the way up your arms until they disappear into the back of your hair. it's insane how every kiss feels like the first with him, just as exciting, giddy, and warm.
if he has to get up before you for practice or schedules, he'll leave a kiss on your forehead before literally tucking you in, promising to be "back home and in your arms before you know it!"
when i say na jaemin would do anything to make you happy... that is not at all an exaggeration
movie night? you can pick the film and snacks. a couple's trip or vacation? he'll have you make a list of everything you wanna do and follow it through to the very last detail. an argument or disagreement? you're always in the right. if he so much as senses it's escalating, he'll quickly apologize. whatever it is you're fighting about, it's not worth upsetting you over. genuinely has so much love for you, he doesn't ever want to see you unhappy.
learns the recipes to your favorite foods so that he can make them for you whenever you want/crave them
if you were comfortable with it, he'd shower with you every single day, it's literally his favorite thing
and it's not even sexual half the time bro :( i mean... unless you wanted it to be
it's his fingers slowly scrubbing the shampoo into your scalp, hands massaging your upper back and shoulders, applying your facial cleanser and drawing shapes into the foam on your cheeks and forehead...
will 100% hog the hot water, though
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ zhong chenle
uses humor to flirt with you
even when he's mad at you he's still cracking jokes lmfao
kind of mean when he's playing around, but he knows to never take it too far. he doesn't actually want to hurt your feelings, he only wants to convince you that he's not as infatuated with you as he actually is.... although sometimes he slips up lol
like, he'll be gawking at you with so much love in his eyes, then suddenly crack a joke or poke fun at you. it might be quite confusing for an outsider, especially since after he's done laughing at you, he'd lean in and peck your cheek as a wordless truce. you're used to it by now though, and it's honestly kinda sweet because you know by now that pestering is his own way of showing you that he loves you
will pretend to ignore you so that you're forced to ask him for attention because he likes feeling needed/wanted by you
chenle is the personification of the phrase 'dating your best friend'. there's no one who makes you laugh quite as hard as him, or who knows you as well as he does. and, even at times where he isn't the most directly affectionate, he's still following you from room to room as you go about your day, dramatically dragging his feet bc where are you going without him :(
if you praise him for any reason at all, you've immediately turned him into putty and rendered him incapacitated—his cold front has been breached, and no amount of shrugging or 'tsk'-ing from him can hide the grin on his face or the way his eyes have softened and molded into hearts
your approval means everything to him, and he'd never tell you, but he'd constantly worry if he was enough for you or if you deserved better
when he is in an affectionate mood, you can expect lazy kisses just about anywhere. he gets in these moods when he's sleepy, far too tired to keep up his cold act, choosing instead to nestle himself in your warmth and soak in everything that is you.
instead of playing with his ring to go to sleep, you find that he frequently falls asleep, quietly snoring, with the material of your shirt clutched in his hand
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ park jisung
is touch-starved and it shows!
but the idea of outwardly asking you for affection terrifies him, so every time you perform any kind of skin ship, he desperately tries to express how much he likes it by smiling at you or leaning into your touch in hopes that you catch on to the fact that he loves it and he loves you and he wants more
eventually, as he grows more comfortable in the relationship, daring to initiate some touching of his own... as soon as he reaches this point, you realize there's no stopping him
he'd pick up the cutest little habits like spontaneously kissing you mid sentence because he just can't help himself or wait until you're done speaking bc he just needs to kiss you now or he'll die
that, or he'd catch himself playing with your fingers as he listens to the sound of your voice or while the two are laying down and you're telling him about literally anything
his thumb will be brushing ever so gently over your wrist, knuckles, and fingers as he hums to ensure you that he's still listening, his deep voice making his chest rumble under your cheek
but his favorite habit he's developed by far would be having you curled up on his lap, and it's not even in a sexual way or whatever
genuinely, he's never felt more at home
jisung busies himself caressing your soft skin or playing with your hair as you both mindlessly talk about random topics
and all of a sudden he's hyperaware of the situation and his heart swells up with love + a brush creeps up on his cheeks because hahaha wdym you're sitting on his lap rn??!?!?!
and if you glance up at him, fully expect him to get more flushed and hide in your shoulder
constantly buys you your favorite snack but eats most of them before you get around to trying them :( but like you can't even be mad
overall very soft and baby and just about anything you do makes him fall in love with you again
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neochan · 8 months
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thinking ‘bout hyuck jerking himself off in front of you as you sit there with your wrists bound together because you taunted him in public and he has to teach you a lesson.
"a lesson needs to be learned." hyuck smirks, one hand toying with his chest, the other sliding ever so slowly up and down his cock. and in good haechan fashion, he leans down and lets a bit of spit dribble down into his palm. "i think this'll do the trick."
your wrists are aching behind your back, the tie restricting them just enough to piss you off. you can't touch him. you can't touch yourself. fucking hell, this was torture. "i don't think this solves a damn thing." you bite back. you were almost salivating at the sight of haechan toying with your bound figure, but you couldn't tear your eyes away. you just had to keep looking and hoping the slick beneath you didn't become too uncomfortable.
"you wanna feel me up in public, well, then you can't feel me up in private." he flashes a beaming smile, "and i think it's working. look at you, all flushed and fucked out." air hisses out between his teeth when he focuses a little too much on his tip.
"untie me and i'll let you face fuck me."
he's never gotten up faster, "say you swear."
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tyonfs · 2 years
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and they were roommates (teaser)
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PAIRING ▸ lee donghyuck x fem!reader
GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, angst, crack, college au, hurt/comfort, strangers to friends to lovers au
WARNINGS ▸ profanity, alcohol and weed consumption, “opposites attract” trope, nahyuck are extra stupid in this fic, hyuck has a euphoria moment, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap), high sex, dry humping, fingering, oral (fem. receiving), sounds kinda filthy but this is honestly the fluffiest in the series, more to be added
SUMMARY ▸ lee donghyuck’s competitive spirit to find the best girlfriend results with him setting his sights on yoo jimin, the hottest girl on campus. however, trying to get close to her ends up with him being pushed in her roommate’s direction. donghyuck has never considered dating someone as quiet as you, but, for whatever reason, he’s infatuated.
EXPECTED RELEASE DATE ▸ out now!
EXPECTED WORD COUNT ▸ 5k words (not rlly)
AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ WOOOO IM EXCITED FOR THIS ONE send an ask if you’d like to be part of the tag list !! <3 third installment of the bitch hunters series
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THE GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY TO GET CLOSER TO JIMIN AROSE WHEN SHE INVITED DONGHYUCK AND HIS FRIENDS TO A PARTY AT HER HOUSE.
Unfortunately, Donghyuck found himself occupied in the kitchen, trying to talk over the music to a group of freshmen from a cultural club he was in. He found himself screaming, actually, because everyone was singing along to Mo Bamba at the top of their lungs. It was only when Renjun grabbed his shirt by the nape that he realized he had been messing around for too long.
“You’re so dumb,” Renjun reprimanded his friend at said party. “If you wanna get closer to her, then you should actually go over there and talk to her.”
“Oh,” he replied stupidly. “Right.”
“You should take notes from Jaemin. He’s…” Renjun turned to point out their housemate, immediately trailing off when he saw the guy passed out in the corner, hugging a potted plant. “I take it back; Jaemin sucks.”
Donghyuck managed a smile and patted his best friend’s back. “Don’t you worry, Renjun. I got this.”
He walked over to where Jimin was standing, whispering to some other girl who she had to hold onto for leverage. This was the perfect opportunity for Donghyuck, so he carefully placed his hand on the small of Jimin’s back when he approached her.
“Hey,” he greeted with a grin. “Thanks for inviting me.”
Jimin turned around to beam up at him. “Hyuck! You made it!” she exclaimed. “How are you liking the party?”
He could tell she was tipsy by the way she swayed when she talked to him. Donghyuck himself was bordering on the edge of sobriety, and he was a little nervous about how things were going to turn out since Jimin was filling up cups with beer on one of the tables.
“It’s great, it’s great,” he replied. “You, uh… you okay? Should I get you some water or juice? Like, non-alcoholic.”
“No, it’s okay. We’re gonna play rage cage soon, anyway.” Jimin grinned. She paused and moved to the side, gesturing at the quiet girl that stood next to her. “Have you met my roommate, by the way? This is Y/N.”
“Oh, hey.” Donghyuck flashed you a smile, holding his hand out for you to shake. “I’m Donghyuck, but everyone calls me Hyuck.”
“Nice to meet you.” Unsure, you took Donghyuck’s hand and shook it. “I’m… just Y/N.”
“Just Y/N,” Donghyuck repeated with a snicker. “You should drink some more. If you’re sober then you’re gonna end up like that guy.” He pointed to Jeno in the corner, who had one hand tugging at his hair in frustration as he tried to turn in his paper before the due date. “Dude’s crazy.”
“Don’t worry, she’s gonna get wasted during rage cage,” Jimin said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Isn’t that right, Y/N?”
You whined a little. “You know I can’t handle my alcohol.”
“That’s why we’re playing.” Jimin winked and moved away from the two, walking to the edge of the table where she called out for everyone to join the game. “We’re playing rage cage, everyone!”
Donghyuck grumbled a curse under his breath. Jimin was too popular of a party host, so it was going to be hard getting to be around her all night. Having this little conversation with her was probably the best he could do for tonight, so it wouldn’t hurt getting to talk to her roommate, at least. Maybe you could help him score Jimin.
However, he wasn’t sure if you were the kind of girl who would be willing to help him out. You seemed sort of quiet, like you faded into the background. Nevertheless, Donghyuck nudged your shoulder, trying to keep things light and friendly.
“Have you ever played rage cage?” he asked.
You nodded in response, sparing Donghyuck a glance before you moved to the table.
Maybe this wouldn’t work out.
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ch3rryc4ndy · 1 year
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Obsession
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Pairing: husband haechan x fem reader
Genre: Smut
Summary: Almost a year in marriage and mark having his first baby made haechan have a burning question to ask you. You decided to give haechan what he’s been wanting and thinking about ever since he met you.
Warnings: breeding k!nk, unprotected sex, language, semi possessive hyuck, pet names (baby, doll), manhandling?, pussy eating, fingering!, bruising, scratching, overstimulation
[Request ♥︎ ]
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You lay with your legs slightly spread on the couch as you scroll through your phone waiting for haechan to get back from practice.
You’ve been married for almost a year now and you know haechans been dying to have the baby talk. Mark just recently had his first daughter and haechan hasn’t shut up about it since. He comes home with a smile on his face every time mark would bring his little girl to practice.
You would light up seeing the way haechan would talk about how cute she was and how much he would love to have one of his own. You on the other hand were waiting to graduate and get a job, and you’ve finally now done both so you feel like it’s the perfect time.
You were always on the pill whenever you both would finally have some time together but you’ve been off it for a while now, waiting for haechan to finally make a move.
You can hear keys fiddling with the door as you squirm in place. You lay on the couch in his favorite pair of panties and one of his white button ups in hopes it would set the mood.
“Hey baby” you hear haechan coo from behind, his footsteps getting closer as you hear him drop his bags. “How was practice?” You smile softly.
He stops in his tracks as his eyes trail up your body, the small amount of light the fireplace was giving off making your thighs glow. “It was good” he nods with his lips part slightly in awe as he sits at the end of your legs.
His eyes peering between your legs and licking his lips as he sees the way your panties cling onto your pussy “what’s up with the outfit?” Haechan tilts his head as he waits for you to look up from your phone.
You move your eyes up, his eyes showing a hint of need as he smiles at you “I was too lazy to put some shorts on” you shrug as you place your phone onto the side table.
His eyes trying their best to not look between your legs as you both locked eyes.
“Want me to go get you some?”
“No I want you here” you smile as you stretch your arms out for a hug. He drops onto your chest in seconds, his arms wrapping around your waist as he nuzzles into your neck.
His hands run up your waist as he squirms under you. You smile as you feel his face bury into your chest as his fingers pull each button on your shirt open as he presses himself onto you. You hear him mumbling words onto your chest but not one is coherent.
“What?” You pant as his hands pull your shirt off completely “nothing baby”. Although he said nothing you know what’s bothering him.
You tug at his jeans, unbuttoning eagerly as he bites onto your shoulder. You lean into his ear and kiss him softly “give me a baby hyuck”
Haechan believes he heard you wrong, he chuckles to himself shaking his head. His mind must be telling him what he wants to hear “hyuck? Did you hear me?” You ask softly.
“I want a baby haechan”
His eyes widen at your words, he saw you say it, he heard it clear as day. You nod up at him as he continues to stare at you “don’t have to ask me a 3rd time”
His jeans already on the ground before you could manage a word out. The need in him growing obvious as he tugged your panties off with haste.
“Been wanting to fuck a baby into you for so long” haechan whines as he bites hickeys all over your chest. His words taking you by surprise as you rarely ever heard him speak like that.
Haechan was a tease and a flirt sure but he rarely ever dirty talked like that. You squirm at sound of his voice, his hands trailing up your thighs as he rubs himself onto you “gonna make sure everyone knows what we did for this to happen, everyone’s gonna know I fucked you yeah?”
His voice raspy as he mutters incoherent words at the warmth of your cunt through his boxers. You let out a gasp as you feel his hands wrap around you, lifting you off the couch “bedroom”
You try not to smile at how needy he looks. His eyes full of need, mouth slightly open, chest rising heavily, and his cheeks a bright shade of pink.
In a flash both of you are on the bed, his lips ravaging you as he tugs his boxers off eagerly. You feel his hot breath on your neck as you grip onto his biceps “no one’s ever going to ever see you like this. Only me. You’re mine.” Haechan purrs.
You whine at his words, you loved it when he was possessive. His hands spreading your legs open, his left hand holding your right leg down as his other hand runs two fingers through your folds.
His warm fingers scissoring your folds as he pushes his ring and middle finger into you slowly. A smile growing on his face as he watches your mouth fall open “yeaa you like that?” He coos.
Your mind going blank as you feel his fingers curl inside you. Your walls squeezing around his fingers, coating them with wetness as he pumps them into you.
“How could I ever say no to you when you look this pretty huh?” He coos as he lets go of your leg and grips your face. You know your eyes were saying it all, you knew he loved how pathetic you looked by the way he ruined you with the little he did.
“Kiss me” you whimper as he hovers over you. Within seconds his lips crash onto yours as you bounce slightly from his pace. He pulls his fingers back slowly, bringing them up to his mouth and sucking them clean “taste so sweet for me baby” he pouts as he kisses you roughly.
His hands roaming your body felt like you were on cloud nine. His warm hands holding you in place as he plants a line of kisses down your stomach and stopping at your pussy.
His hands hold your legs apart as he licks a stride up your pussy. His mouth watering at the sight of your slick filled pussy “I remember when I would tell myself I would do anything to see you like this. Whenever you’d ignore me it would drive me crazy.”
You smile at his words as memories rush back to you. Before your relationship, both of you were complete opposites. He was the affectionate friend of the group and you were one who hated to show it.
You weren’t one to make the first move so you both went a long time without a single move but eventually he asked you on a date and 4 years later you got married.
You gasp at the sudden movement, his mouth lapping at your pussy making you snap out of your thoughts. You squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure as you hear him moaning under you. One thing about haechan that you didn’t know before being together is that he loved eating pussy.
You were surprised when he asked a couple months into the relationship if he could and when you said yes you were quick to realize he knew exactly what he was doing.
“Eyes on me and legs spread doll” you hear him purr making your head lazily lift up. Your eyes glued onto his as he looks up at you with a smile. He taps on your thighs letting you know to keep your eyes on him whenever your eyes would close. He loved the way your eyebrows furrowed with each lap and how your mouth dropped open in pleasure.
“H- hae- h-“
“Yeah baby?” He pouts mockingly onto your pussy. You tug at his hair as you try and manage words out but to no avail.
His laps getting faster as he bobs is head as low moans vibrate onto you. Your legs instinctively close shut around him causing an impatient groan from under you. Haechans hands slap back onto your legs spreading them wider “you never listen” he coos as he licks at your sensitive clit.
Whines and whimpers leaving you as he smiles at your reaction. He pulls back slowly with a smile “why are you so fucked out already baby? Did I make you feel that good?” he teases as if his mouth wasn’t covered in your cum. He licks his lips clean, whipping off what his tongue couldn’t reach with his fingers.
You smile with an eye roll as your head falls back onto the pillow. “I’m not done with you yet” he coos with a head shake as he hovers over you. He holds one of your legs up to your chest as he runs his tip through your folds.
Both of you let out a shaky moan as he holds both of your legs apart and pushes into you slowly. He pulls back just to slam back into you “Fuck” haechan hisses as your pussy squeezes around him in need.
His hands piercing the back of your legs as he slams into you roughly “gonna cum in you just for me to fuck it out of you and fuck it back in, gonna make sure I fuck a baby into you”
Your eyes roll back in ecstasy as he fucks into you harder. His hips pulling back just to slam into you even harder as his grip on your legs start to bruise.
“O- oh my f-“ you moan out as he notices your reaction to his current angle making him speed up his pace. Your eyes foggy with tears as the 2nd orgasm hits you harder than the first as you scratch his forearms.
“I know baby I know” he whispers shakily into your ear as you clench around him. Shaky cries and squeals leaving you with each of his thrust. Your wetness covering his thighs as he sloppily fucks into you. His face contorting as he lets out a loud moan, pumping you full of his cum.
You smile at the look on his face, pure bliss and pleasure filling him as he finally gets to fuck you full in hopes of a baby just like he’s always wanted.
His pace slows for a few seconds but quickly picks up as he makes sure to keep his promise. You legs covered in each others cum as he messily fucks into you. Haechan tries to talk but no words leave him.
All you can do is bounce along with his thrust as the overstimulation takes over. His arms are covered in scratches and nail indents as you try and hold onto anything from the constant pounding.
Your legs start to hurt from his hard thrust and grip but the feeling is nothing near the amount of pleasure rushing through you.
You can feel his pace start to slow before he slams into you one last time “gonna fu- fuck a-“. He fills you full of cum once again this time he drops onto your chest. He’s high on pleasure as he pulls out slowly, getting off you and laying besides you.
His arms pull you into a tight hug, you lay there worn out and completely brain fucked. Both of you can’t get a word out so you both lay in each others embrace for a few minutes.
“Baby?” He coos as he tucks the hair stuck onto your forehead behind your ear “I asked if you’re ok?” He smiles worryingly “I was too rough wasn’t I? I’m sorr-“
“No no no it was perfect I’m ok hyuck” you reply weakly as you cup his face and kiss him. You hug onto his chest causing his worries to wash away. “I love you”
“I love you too”
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I’m Here Love - Haechan
TW - depression, mentions of alcoholism, mentions of not eating
You laid in bed staring out the window of your small apartment window. You don’t remember when it started to get bad just that it was and you felt completely helpless. Things just started to slowly go downhill for you until it was all too much. Your straight A’s went to C’s and you stopped going to the gym and stop caring about what you were eating or if you even did. You got into a pretty bad argument with your mom about school and that just made things worse. To stop your swirling thoughts and the headaches about your grades you began to drink. You stopped caring and went out partying each night coming home in the early morning hours. It had been a few days since you have been able to talk to your boyfriend Haechan who was on tour currently. Each time he called to check in with you you lied, said everything was fine. Most days you went out drinking during the night and slept all day and this continued for a while until eventually you lost all the energy to even go out. You started to order delivery food most days and stayed in the same clothes. You ignored your friends texts to hang out and put on a brave voice for your short calls with Haechan. Before you knew it you were stuck in bed unable to get up. You weren’t physically unable to but mentally. You would wake up stare out the window until night and go back to bed. Haechan got too busy and couldn’t make his daily calls which made you miss him so much more. Normally when things started to go bad for you he was there and helped you get back on track. You had been diagnosed with depression but the episodes were sporadic and ranged in intensity. This was the worst it had been in years. Eventually your friend got tired of you not answering and decided to show up at your apartment. When they got no response they went in (they had a key for emergencys) and when they walked in they immediately knew what had been going on. The delivery bags all over the place and the beer bottles that filled the trash and were all over the counter. They felt bad that they didn’t check on you earlier but you were know to go radio silent for a few days when you got stressed. They walked into your room and sat on the bed. “Hey” they said in a gentle tone. You just stared out your window. “I’m gonna clean up out there and make you some food, Haechan should be coming back soon but I’ll let him know” They said and left. Haechan felt his phone vibrate and opened it to see the text your friend sent him. -She needs you- is all the text said. Haechan knew and made a point to get to you as soon as he landed. Later that night Haechan landed and headed to your apartment getting there in half the time it should have taken him. “She up yet?” He asked as he entered the apartment seeing your friend picking up the beer bottles. “Hasn’t moved since I got here or eaten” they responded. He walked to your room and crouched down to get face level with you who was still staring out the window. “Hey” he said stroking your hair. You looked at him his eyes full of worry. “I’m sorry” You said as you began to cry. “Hey its okay, I’m here to help” he said. He got you out of bed and helped you shower and change. You two ate dinner together in your bedroom with a movie on. You didn’t eat much but he was proud of you the same. It was getting late and you snuggled up to Haechan who held you close. “I love you” you said. “ I love you more” He said. As you began to drift off the last thing you heard was “I’m here love” and you fell asleep in Haechans arms.
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heartbrkr · 2 years
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i leave tonight
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SUMMARY It’s just you and your soju under the night sky. Oh, and your ex that you haven’t moved on from.
PAIRING lee haechan x gender neutral!reader
GENRE exes!au, angst
WORD COUNT 1.9k
WARNINGS mentions of drinking, not proofread, my rusty writing
AUTHOR’S NOTE a little something i wrote to get rid of my creative block, some of it’s inspired by frank ocean’s self control. hope you all enjoy! <3
MASTERLIST | REQUESTS: OPEN!
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“Oh sorry, I didn’t think anyo— you cut your hair,” your words come out suddenly as you open the glass door that leads to the balcony. You weren’t expecting to see the person who still had your heart after all these years, tonight of all nights. He clearly matured throughout the time you were separated. He looks exhausted but content. His new hairstyle is neater; it's a look you’ve seen before but weren’t used to. He had finally let his natural brown hair color breathe, it’s healthier than ever. Suddenly, in the back of your mind, you’re reminded of all the times you tucked his stray hairs behind his ears and the sweet kisses he’d given you after.  
You suddenly remember what you said in a state of shock. “Hi, Haechan. How rude of me.”
He laughs at your loss of composure, something he isn’t used to. “Not at all,” surprising you once more, he points to the unoccupied spot beside him with the spout of his soju bottle. It’s fresh flavored, you noted, wanting to look at anything else except him. You accept the invitation.
“It’s been a while. How’ve you been?” It’s expected that he’s the one to start the small talk, but it definitely isn’t something you’re opposed to.
“Yeah, it has. I’ve started traveling again whenever I can. I love it, I missed it a lot,” but not as much as I’ve missed you. You inwardly cringe as soon as the cheesy line crosses your mind, diverting your eyes to the street lights. You take a sip of your drink to hide your inner embarrassment.
Haechan’s shoulders bounce up and his eyes widen a little, remembering something, “oh, right! Did you change your number? I tried greeting you on your birthday, though I don’t think it sent.” 
“Wait, for real? Sorry, I don’t think I was able to receive it either,” that’s a blatant lie; you had checked your phone every minute that day until Haechan greeted you. He did eventually; you just never responded. Your pride always prevails, but today was an exception.
“Dude, you know, you’re like an enigma, right? Like, no social media presence at all and you’re always so busy! I’m glad I didn’t have to book an appointment to talk to you tonight,” he rambled as he messily put back his phone in his pocket, all his attention focused on you.
It was all on purpose. You missed his calls for both of your well-being; you know it’d kill you if you heard a tiny bit of his voice. You deactivated your social media accounts to avoid seeing his face or how he was doing. You did everything in your power to make yourself heal, but everything still managed to fail.
“If you miss him so much, why don’t you just answer him?” Your friend, quite frankly and understandably, is frustrated with the simple dilemma you’re going through: you miss Haechan, but you don’t want to pick up his calls. 
It’s been a whole year since your breakup, and it’s embarrassing that you’re still thinking about him. There’s so much you want to do to rebuild whatever you had, yet you don’t take action to do anything. “I want to, but I can’t. It’s better for both of us,” you mumble to her, fiddling with the hem of Haechan’s brown sweater you always wore. He had told you it suited you better after pretending that he begrudgingly gave it to you. It stopped smelling like him after a couple… hundred wears, much to your dismay.
Nagyung tries her best to suppress her groan, but she can’t help her irritation slip. “The hell are you on about? He’s literally reaching out to you. Isn’t that enough of a sign that he wants to reconnect?”
Your hands fly to cover your face, you sigh. You manage to mumble through your fingers, “yeah, but he’s taken, if you haven’t heard. The best I’ll get is back to being just friends.” Despite your best efforts to erase him out of your life, your friend had slipped out that he had gotten together with someone new. You pretended to be unbothered, of course, but you wanted to lock yourself in the comfort of your stuffy room until the end of time.
“Don’t you want that? He’d still be in your life, then,” your friend suggests, and you appreciate her for trying, for being beside you even if your decisions aren’t making sense.
Your silence is enough to answer her.
Haechan had moved on about ten months after your breakup—you had practically forced him to with the lack of your presence and responses—yet here you are, wishing that the time was right. You yearn that in another life, he's still holding you in his arms until they grow heavy, you’re the one he comes home to after a long day, you’re still cradling his face in your palms as if you're holding the world in your hands, you’re still showing him how much he means to you without saying a word.
The relationship didn’t end on a bitter or sour note; schedules simply just stopped aligning and great opportunities unveiled themselves. That soon meant letting one another grow, even if it meant with or without the other’s presence.
Nevertheless, you were friends before you were lovers. You’re appreciative of the natural flow of the current conversation.
You laugh, “what can I say? I like to give the people a bit of mystery.”
“Anyway, how about you? How’s your girlfriend?” You ask, pretending you’re interested, for his sake and maybe for yours. You thought you needed to hear Haechan talk about her to move on, but it only made you want him back more than ever.
“Yeah, she’s amazing. We’re taking it slow for now, but we’re really happy. Same old shit with work and all, though, but I’m great.”
"I’m glad you are. You guys better have me as your bartender for the after-party," your lighthearted tone and words contrast with the heaviness in your chest. A part of you guiltily wishes their relationship would crumble, and he comes running back, realizing he wants to make your relationship bloom once more. But unfortunately, you know that's not how it works. You’d rather die than vocalize that you truly wish the best for both of them.
He heartily laughs while shaking his head, eyes still focused on the buildings beyond him. “You think too far ahead.”
You know he’s thinking about her because that’s how he used to look when he was with you: dazed in love. You know he’s starting to fall in love with her and you can’t do anything to stop him. You couldn’t blame him even if you wanted to.
Every ounce of your body is telling you to flee, to tell him it was good to see him again. But he breaks the stillness you had made peace with and again, you’re thankful for it. When it comes to him, you’ve always seen the positive side of things.
“Man… how long has it been?”
You pause, but it isn’t because you’ve forgotten how long, it’s because you know you’re going to hurt more as the conversation progresses. You truly never thought you'd ever see yourself in this position: sitting beside your ex-lover, who you stubbornly can never seem to forget.
“Two years,” you bittersweetly smile as the memories continue to run like a faucet in full force in your head, “it’s been two years since our breakup and since we’ve seen each other.”
“I know.” His tone is nonchalant. He’s implying something and you catch on, giving him a look. It's too good to be true. You don’t give him any other reaction and let him continue.
“Weirdly enough, I just wanted to hear you say it,” I’ve been keeping count too. Little did you know, Haechan regretted saying it as soon as it left his mouth. He was content with the pace he had with his current girlfriend, content with how his life was going. Yet here he is, accidentally leading you on the splitting rope that he didn’t know you were still holding onto for dear life. He was just better at hiding his shame a little bit more than you.
Maybe he wasn’t content with content, either. 
As you playfully bump his shoulder with yours, ignoring the pounding in your chest and the increasing moisture on your palms—you don’t know if it’s sweat or condensation from the bottle you’re holding—you comment, “as sly as always, I see.”
The gap of silence is filled with cars passing, the faint thumping of the bass from the party below, the trees brushing against one another, and the wind occasionally whistling. You’re hoping he can’t hear how your heart is imitating a drum (he doesn’t because he’s too busy listening to his own).
“Do you think we could go back to the way we were? Just tonight.” 
He doesn’t seem to hesitate as he nods, riding on the same wavelength as you, “just tonight.”
With that, you’re sitting together under the stars and moon that shine particularly brighter tonight, yet all you feel is solitude. You look over to him and ask him if you can lean on his shoulder; you want to see if you can cut the distance you’re feeling short. He gives you an audible ‘yes’. You tilt your head and immediately, your senses are overwhelmed with his familiar scent, one that reminds you of puppy love, commitment, and heartache. But it still feels like you’re oceans apart. At this point, you’re living in different worlds, different dimensions. 
You soon realize it’s because nothing can really be the same, even if you give up for a night. 
It’s unspoken but you hope he knows it, especially after making him use his self-control for so long.
It’s still you. It’ll always be you.
You owe your whole being to the stars above your head that they allowed your lives to intersect once more as if it could be the last. So does he.
It’s taking everything in your being to resist intertwining your hand with his. 
You know you’re never going to experience the love Haechan gave you ever again. It’s unfair how there’s only one of him in this universe while making perfect sense; he glows wherever he goes, he’s someone who effortlessly steals the show. No one could ever be like him. Your past self must’ve salvaged the world because you were blessed with Haechan, even if it was deemed short-lived.
The serenity you share gets disrupted by his ringtone. Your head shoots up from his shoulder while he pulls out his phone from his back pocket. You gather yourself and try not to snoop into his business, but that goes down the drain when you see his screen. It displays a candid photo of him and his girlfriend, the latter looking quite off guard. You wish you didn’t catch his mouth curling into a smile.
But again, out of respect, you zone out the quick conversation he has with his lover. You instead direct your attention to the howling wind, taking a long and generous swig of your drink. You definitely needed that.
Eventually and inevitably, he stands up, brushes off dust specks to the best of his abilities with one free hand, and faces you. You finally look him properly in his eyes and give him a bittersweet smile that he returns. He bids you farewell and tells you one last thing,
“Take care of yourself.”
“Yeah, you too.” And with that, he leaves you once more. But this time, you’re ready to let go.
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