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Preview: “..Exactly why you should wear my jacket around campus instead of his.” He falls into that taunting arrogant tone. Expertly cocking an eyebrow.

“Now why would I do that?” Your eyes roll. Entertaining this game of childish jealousy with Haechan, yet again. “So everyone can spread more rumors about me fucking half of baseball team?”

“You should wear that badge of honor proudly.” Haechan smiles smugly. Pinching the tender fleshy part of your upper thigh to rile you up faster. “You’re a world champion baby. No one takes it like you.”

Pairing: Haechan x female reader

Word Count: 4k+

Genre: baseball AU, pwp…what plot, explicit smut, M/F, dom Haechan, established fwb(maybe feelings)

Smut Warning: sex in public, snowballing, oral f/m receiving, rimming(F receiving….in a Haechan fic? blasphemy), biting, bruising mentioned, sensory deprivation

a/n: HBD @domjaehyun💖

It’s officially mid-season. The first time in months since the team has gotten a break from weekly games. The amount of day trips and weekend parties already flooding your inbox introduces the change of time. Mid-season meant no one was safe with a bunch of the school's top athletes on break.

Haechan decides on a whim to make an appointment to get his lip pierced without practice to worry about. Coach would never approve of a hoop on his face while on the field. None of that ‘fruity shit’ on his field. At least that’s what he said the day Jungwoo showed up with his ears pierced.

The amount of girls catching whiplash to get a look at Haechan entering the school grounds has him grinning ear to ear. Tongue prodding the fresh ring securely cuffed on his lower lip. A trail of whispered gasps left behind him on the way to the school’s library where he knows you’ll be today.

“Hey.” Haechan plops down into the seat next to you. No struggle to find you with the giant ‘LEE’ stitched onto the back of an oversized jacket hanging off your body. Hunched over a pile of notes and an open text book. Haechan’s tongue rolls up, flicking the roof of his mouth annoyed. There was no reason for you to sport Jeno’s letterman jacket, other than his adamant insistence that you do.

You had a deal, strictly hooking up. No time for serious relationships between studies and the majority of the team working hard to get scouted for the big leagues.

“What do you want?” You snicker. Refusing to even meet Haechan’s line of sight. Familiar with his tactics to get attention anyway necessary.

“Aw come on,” Haechan says sweetly. Sliding a cup of black tea boba in front of your textbook. “I think about your well being so much, how can you be so ungrateful?”

Scoffing, you accept the gift, in need of something to straighten out your brain. This semester has been kicking your ass brutally, along with the baseball team.

“Thanks.” You mutter, sucking up a wad of balls through the straw. Haechan smirks, clapping your thigh and smoothing up to dig his fingers into the tender warm skin.

“Yeah, I know how much you love balls in your mouth.” He licks at his lip ring, waiting for you to acknowledge it. Seeking a bit of validation with a compliment.

It’s not as if you hadn’t already seen it on instagram last night. Haechan posted a selfie biting the bare side of his lip, captioning it ‘in my slut era’. You only open and closed your text conversation with him maybe 7 or 15 times after, who’s counting anyway. Definitely not you as you shut off your phone refusing to cave and hit him up.

Who cares how good that stupid lip ring looks on his plump irresistible mouth. You cannot give in.

No. Not after what he did.

Blinking at the words on your textbook blurring together. You finish off your tea with one last suck. Squishing your legs shut in an attempt to ward off any of the advances attempting to be made.

Haechan’s flicking your thigh repeatedly. Annoying. Like a bug that’s overstayed its welcome sucking out your blood. Begging to be swatted away, even slapped off.

The look he’s giving you says it all.

“Stop it.”

“Make me.”

His head tilts, overly confident, always full of himself. Strutting through the parking lot each morning swinging around a baseball bat. As if daring anyone near to come closer, test their chances out.

Not that you ever hesitated to try him.

You’re quick to grope his wrists, shoving him between your thighs with a squeeze. Throwing in a twist that has him cursing.

“Don’t fuck around like that!” Haechan hisses, digging nails into your inner thigh. A seriousness to his tone. Damaging his precious throwing hand could only end badly for you. As tempting as the thought is..

“Who showed coach Suh the video??” You sneer. Tugging Haechan closer to your face by his chin.

“Don’t play dumb, I know you’re smarter than that.” He scoffs, nipping at your upper lip. Overpowering you with a pry at your legs. “He was shouting something about dried cum all over the floor. We had to review the footage to find the culprit.”

Haechan leans in closer, running the tip of his nose along your cheek. Creeping deeper between your thighs. Cold rough tips of his fingers trace a pattern up, smirking as he finds bare skin. It’s enough to have you gulping, sneaking a glance around the library to make sure no one has noticed the two of you.. ‘studying’.

“Fucking Jeno. Never cleans up after himself. Exactly why you should wear my jacket around campus instead of his.” He falls into that taunting arrogant tone. Expertly cocking an eyebrow.

“Now why would I do that?” Your eyes roll. Entertaining this game of childish jealousy with Haechan yet again. “So everyone can spread more rumors about me fucking half of baseball team?”

“You’re distracting me. I need to study.” You mumble. Refusing to give in to Haechan’s pestering. Only growing more frustrated the more time passes sat by your side.

“Really quick, I promise it won’t take long.” Haechan whispers. Leaning in closer to brush the tip of his nose up the expanse of your throat.

“That hardly entices me, you know.”

“I can tell it does..” Haechan dips closer, fixing you with a hooded stare. Lip ring glinting with the amount of times he’s licked at it. The tips of his long fingers dance between your thighs. Pressing in where marks have already begun to form after all the pinches he gave you. Drawing a hiss up as he prods an especially tender one. A crescent moon shape left behind from how hard his nail had dug in.

“Are you always this annoying?” Latching onto his wrist to halt his actions, you lift a questioning brow. “Did the baby not get to jerk off this morning?”

Haechan pouts pitifully, blinking erratically until moisture gathers at the backs of his eyes. “It’s all Yangyang’s fault for hogging the shower. Dumbass read that swimmers shave their body to move faster in the water and thought it’d help him run better.”

“He shaved his whole body?”

“Yeah, even knicked one of his balls.” Haechan rolls his eyes, shifting to perch his chin in the palm of his free hand. Bottom lip sticking out completely before continuing. “I only had 5 minutes, don’t be so mean to me.”

“You don’t deserve my forgiveness.”

“Let me change your mind.” Haechan pleads. Blinking as he notices someone approaching behind you. “Fuck.”

“Hey.” Jeno swoops in, circling your back with a hug. Nose burying a way in your hair with a deep inhale. “Don’t tell me you’ve been studying here all day.”

Jeno forces a spot between you and Haechan by kicking the others chair away with A forceful foot. Shoving his backpack into his friend's face to block a view of you. Keeping himself held up gripping onto the edge of the table you’re working on as he squats next to you. “And don’t tell me Haechan has been bothering you either.”

“I can handle him.” You say, allowing Jeno to sneak a kiss on your cheek.

“If he’s bugging you just tell me. I’ll drag his ass out of here with me to class.”

“You’re not staying?” You frown. Toying with one of Jeno’s new hoop earrings. He, of course, had accompanied Haechan to his appointment. Mentioning how tempting the tattoos had been over text later that day.

“Can’t, coach wants to discuss some of the scouts that want to follow up with me after class.” Jeno informs you. Smirking when Haechan’s chin plants on his shoulder.

“Then leave!” There it is, Haechan’s shrill whining. Digging his elbow into the middle of Jeno’s back annoyed as he continued to complain. “No one asked you to hang around!”

“I did, actually.” You correct, earning an offended look from Haechan. Jeno moves to sit up, only to place a headlock on his friend. Tugging his neck tightly until Haechan pretends to cry, tapping at Jeno’s flexed forearm.

“Is he distracting you queen?!” Jeno asks sarcastically. Fussing up Haechan’s hairstyle with a grin.

“You guys are so embarrassing.” You sigh, grabbing at Jeno’s arm until he lets go. “Everyone’s staring!”

The bell sounds, signifying Jeno’s time to depart. Not before leaving you with another lingering kiss near your lips. “I’ll take you home later?”

“Sounds good.” You smile, squeezed between Jeno’s arms while Haechan sulks behind him cradling his bag.

“And you,” Jeno smacks Haechan’s shoulder on his way out, pointing him down. “let her study or I’ll rip that stupid hoop out of your lip when you least expect it.”

“Do you like him more than me?” Haechan quietly mutters once his friends out of sight. Flipping the zipper tag on his bag back and forth. Sticking his gaze ahead to avoid yours.

“Why do you ask?” You squint, leaning toward Haechan. “Is that jealousy I’m picking up on?”

“No,” He snaps, lips pursed together to match the wrinkle between his brows. “But how do you justify wearing Jeno’s jacket instead of mine if we have the same deal going?”

With a shrug, you push away from the table to search for a textbook. Archeology was supposed to be your easy class this semester. The time to catch up on studying for your main classes. Yet this thesis had turned out to be the most difficult and time consuming to complete, threatening to even make you miss the first mid-season party of the year this upcoming weekend.

Haechan sighs, following after you. Casually scanning over the area you’ve walked into. No one utilizes the archeology section. You both know that, Haechan licks at his upper lip pleased. Shoving a foot in front of you to circle around you. Quick to snatch your wrists and pull you closer to him. An all telling devilish glint in his eye giving away what he still wants.

“Haechan, not here!” You panic. Trying to loosen the hold around your wrists as he pulls you to follow him between lines of organized books. Your pleading falls on deaf ears, completely ignored. Haechan has your back against a window at the end of the aisle in seconds.

“Suddenly you’re shy? I was starting to think you lost interest in getting fucked without an audience.” Haechan says in a haughty tone. Working quickly at the buttons of your blouse.

“Someone will hear us here..” you whisper, sneaking an observant glance around. Desks where students study hidden between library shelves no more than 12 feet away. Close enough to catch glimpses of the top of their heads buried in textbooks between shelf gaps. It’s too dangerous, the locker room was one thing, but the school's library? Filled with students coming and going?

“Well then..” Haechan’s well known arrogant smirk shows itself. Tapping his index finger down the middle of your lips. Other hand lifting to pet your flyaway hairs down. Gently displaying more of your cheekbones as he smooths strands behind your ear. Brushing your lower lip back and forth, he chortles- “We have to make sure you keep quiet baby.”

Haechan may kick, scream to the high heavens, and throw a tantrum, but he’ll never quit.

He’s flicking open the last few buttons of your blouse, eyes thinned as he leans down to press his lips upon your sternum. The loud beat emitting from beneath your breast encourages him, licking between the divets of your chest. Glued on your gaze peering below as he forms a trail down your torso. Silently focusing on leaving faded wet puckers of his lips on your skin.

“Haechan, we shouldn’t..” you squirm. Catching the empty open entrance at the end of the shelves. Anyone could walk by, catch you with your thighs propped around his head. Pretending to ignore your sticky inner thighs and deny that the thought of getting caught affects you in any type of way.

Haechan’s tongue swirls your navel, dipping in with a light moan. Sending shivers up your stomach until you’re bent forward at the waist. He shimmies your skirt up, seeping long fingers over the expanse of your hips. Squeezing the fleshy meat hard enough to form shape between his digits. His cheeks prod a space between your thighs, ass shoved up on the window ledge behind you.

“No one ever comes to this side of the library, don’t think about it so much.” He doesn’t give you much choice to think at all. Teeth bury into the top of your thigh. Sucking hard in hopes of drawing blood up to the surface. He’s sloppy, wadding spit up at the back of his throat, letting it drool down his chin until your thighs coated in a slick mess of arousal and spit.

Between nibbles and kisses Haechan starts blabbering incomprehensible horny nonsense.

“You” kiss. “taste” bite. “so” suck. “fucking.” groan. “good.”

“Stop teasing me..” you whimper trying to shut your legs around him. Suffocate him between your thighs, as if he hasn’t begged you to do it before.

“Now she wants it.” He says to himself with a confident edge. Pushing at your knee until you rest on one of his shoulders. Moving to work on your other thigh, he zones in on the nail marks and signs of future bruises. Chewing with vigor until you squeak and grab a chunk of his hair to pull on. Cock chubbing up between his thighs at the action, grunting with a rough suck on your skin.

“Make you look like mine even if you’re not.” He mutters under his breath. Too quiet for your ears to catch. He grabs onto the thin fabric of your underwear wondering why you even bother wearing any. Shriveled up in his grip as he pulls them to one side. Kissing up and down your slit making his lips glossy.

“Every part of you..” he spews, inching in with the middle of his tongue. Dragging between your folds, ending with a kiss to your clit. “So fucking good. So fucking pretty and sweet.”

Biting at your lip until a slight metallic taste meets your tongue, you struggle to keep down your moans. Losing the jacket that’s slipped down to your elbows between all your writhing.

Haechan shows no mercy, shoving his tongue into your entrance with a groan. Vibrations erupt from his mouth flying up to your abdomen, make you fold in half even more. Shifting to grab onto his head with both hands. Your hips lift, pushing Haechan to wiggle and thrust in deeper.

A pitiful sob rips from your chest. Forced to tears, your neck loosens, resting back on the window. Haechan looks up beneath hooded smokey eyes. Sucking the arousal dripping onto his tongue, he licks upward. Taking time to slide side to side, hitting every nerve along the way. Circling your clit as he finishes. He flicks once just to watch you jolt from the sensation.

“Haechan…” he knows when your fingers dip inside of your mouth he’s got you where he wants you. Thoughtless, controlled by the dire need to get off.

Long digits trace your hole, gathering up the pool of wetness that's formed. Lips lock around your clit with a hard suck, pushing his fingers past the second knuckle. Haechan growls, met with a wad of your creamy arousal dripping down to his wrist. Motivated by your cunt contracting around him, he gently bites your clit. His tongues moves at high intensity. Arching off the window, his breath catches trapped between your trembling legs. Thrusting in with a wiggle to feel your climax grip, his hips jumping up ready to feel that on his cock.

Haechan glides free, slurping the mess you’ve left behind. Standing on shaking legs he looks disgusting. The lower half of his face gleams in your essence, lips pouting out, the tip of his nose red from being pressed up against you so roughly.

“Not here…I c-can’t here..” you weakly attempt to plead again. Haechan pulls you off the window. Dropping the jacket from your figure as he does. Purposely toeing it away as he presses you closer.

“Don’t be so nervous baby. It’s just us now.” Haechan taps your lips with a silent ‘shh’. Turning your figure around until you’re pressed up to the book shelf. Cupping your thighs to pull you apart. He tugs your underwear off, smoothly pocketing them. No way you’d remember wearing any in the first place once he’s done with you.

Haechan’s hands splay on your ass, engulfing most of your bottom proudly. He squeezes and bounces you, hissing between his teeth from the obscene display. Hole thrumming before his eyes impatiently, begging to be sucked on.

“Stay quiet for me.” He whispers almost to low to catch, leaning in to drag the tip of his nose between the crevice of your ass. It’s disgusting how delighted he sounds inhaling. Swallowing down your aroma embarrassingly loud. He breathes harshly between his teeth, vacuuming his lips eagerly where your ass rounds. Determined to leave traces of himself behind here as well.

“H-haechan..” you cry, biting at your lower lip to suppress the painful ache between your thighs. Ignored as Haechan’s tongue laps your rim, poking the tip in and out just to get your knees shaking. Ready to buckle under the power of his mouth alone.

He uses your legs as extra leverage. Biceps curl around your thighs to hold you hostage with no escape. Face fully buried between your lower half with no easy way to breathe, Haechan curls inside your ass gasping for breath through his nose. The only visible sight over your shoulder his shaggy black hair and eyes shut in total ecstasy.

“Haechan…please please..I can’t..” you whimper, biting down on your hand to muffle your tone. Haechan takes this a sign to work faster. Tongue sank in until his jaw aches, jiggling your ass around his face. He lets go only to land you with a stinging smack. Gripping and shoving your butt up until your waist dips, arching out to shove harder against his face.

With a few more slurps around your rim, Haechan bites down hard enough to make you punch at the shelf, dropping three books. Stilling anxiously when one of the students sitting close by stops to look around. He growls, sitting up higher on his knees, somehow sinking his teeth into your lower back.

He stands encasing your waist with a tight squeeze. Taking in your distraught wet cheeks and jittery eyes. Haechan coo’s, sweetly licking one of your cheeks clean.

“Still worried?” He asks, mockingly. Nodding, you slowly drift your gaze for him to follow, noting the students still studying on a couple of shelves away. His tongue clicks, hand lifting to cover your mouth. Lips press to your ear, taking a hold on the base of his length to align with your entrance. The tip of his cock slips in just enough to set you on your toes. Biting down on his palm, he kisses your earlobe. “If you can’t see them, it’s like they don’t exist. Just you and me.”

Everything turns black, Haechan’s other hand covers your eyes. Hold around your face taut, leaving you more vulnerable to his ministrations. Gliding the entirety of his length in at the same time left gasping under his constricting grip.

He’s breathing hotly into your ear, occasionally dipping in to lick. Thrusting with an eager speed from the start. Your hands scramble in search of the shelf to grab onto. The large wooden structure trembles just barely, held down with enough books to withstand how hard Haechan starts fucking you.

“You feel so good, you’re gonna make me cum already.” He hisses, slowing to grind and savour each clench around his length. “Do you even know how fucking crazy you make me feel? All I can think about when I jerk off is how badly I need to be inside of you again.”

Haechan bottoms out, stilling behind you to roll his hips against your backside. His breath catches, stuttering moans along your hot cheek. Sweeping away each fresh batch of salty tears that fall out. Slowing down just to fully appreciate how hot and wet you feel around his size. Lewdly squelching with each short thrust, anyone walking by too close would know exactly what the two of you are doing.

The thought races down to his balls, filling up between his legs heated and heavy. Haechan drives his hips forward, pace finding a new speed, hips slapping into you bruisingly hard. Your jaw comes undone, left to shout a string of curses under his palm. Choking on the spit and trapped air you can’t get out. Fingertips struggle to grip onto the bookshelf, slammed into repeatedly. The blistering heat of orgasm hits quickly.

“So tight, can barely fuck you.” Haechan whines, pummeling through your shrinking walls. He bites down on your ear murmuring messy words. “You make me feel so fucking crazy.”

Your orgasm breaks, shattering on his length until he’s forced to stay still. Hiding a curse against your cheek, met with new wetness when tears spring from Haechan’s eyes and mix in with yours. Vocals turn whinier, laving the combination from your face with a pretty moan.

“I’m gonna cum,” Haechan’s lips move more than he actually speaks. Thrusting erratically once you’ve relaxed around him again. “W-wanna..in, i-in your…fuck, mouth. Mouth.”

Sliding out of your cunt with a wet pop, Haechan has to grab onto the base of his length quickly. The tip of his cock beginning to leak already. He taps your shoulder for you to spin and move down to your knees. Wasting no time to push his cockhead past your lips.

“Ah, fuck..”

Haechan’s grip on your hair tightens, stiffening his hips and jamming deeper down your throat. Cock twitching against your tongue giving clear indication he’s about to cum. Coughing around his size sends a wave of pleasure through his balls, pushed up on your chin hot and heavy.

“Don’t swallow baby. Stay quiet alright?” Haechan sighs. The skin around his eyes creases, nose scrunched up to contain the need to cry out. Poorly attempting to stifle the itch in his throat, ripping a distinct sound of pleasure. Haechan was the one who couldn’t shut up even if his life depended on it.

The back of his head collides with the bookshelf. Biting down on the closest exposed book cover to tone down the moan he can’t suppress any longer. With stuttering hips he jerks forward, thrusting stiffly once, twice, drawing out halfway releasing more cum than your mouth can handle.

“F-fuck..” Haechan’s features lock tight. Chewing at the book cover now ruined with a pattern of bite marks and spit. “D-don’t…don’t..swallow. C-cumming.”

His hips circle tight, spurting out cum until your cheeks puff. Slowly drawing back to help you contain his release. He’s fast to place three fingers against your ready to burst mouth.

“Shh shh..” Haechan sinks down to his knees. Digits press down on your pursed lips with more force. His tongue clicks, sweeping a dribble of cum pouring from the corner of your mouth. Eyes watering up again as Haechan sucks it off his thumb, pecking a faint kiss where you tremble desperately. Pleading him with your glistening eyes to let you swallow. “was that too much for you?”

He knows you’re struggling to breathe through your nose. Fighting to resist from gulping and emptying your mouth. Dragging down his index finger, Haechan dips forward swiftly colliding with your lips. Tongue shoving past your weakened jaw for entrance.

Haechan’s pitchy groans get lost in your mouth, tongue lapping up his cum. Swishing it between the tangle he wraps around yours. The metal hoop on his lip digs into yours, adding a chill of coolness in the mix of heat burning from his lips.

He’s sucking around your tongue, swallowing down the mixture of the fluids pooling down your throat to his. With lips suctioning the excess of cum and saliva on your tongue, Haechan drags away. Lips red and plump, white almost clear liquid adorns his upper lip. Chasing after him with another kiss to bite on his upper lip, you lick off the rest, swallowing and kissing the dip under his nose.

Haechan won’t ever admit it, but he mostly wanted an excuse to kiss you. Enjoy the way your mouth carries remnants of him in its physical appearance. Your lustful image something to store in his mind for later.

He doesn’t stop, knows how needy you can get after. Breathily kissing a path up your jaw to suck on your earlobe until you complain about the time.

Haechan picks up Jeno’s jacket from the floor shaking it out and holding it open for you. Blinking away an eye roll at your smug expression.

“Hey..” you nudge Haechan’s shoulder walking back to the table you’d left your belongings at.

Haechan hums, nudging you back. Mind still blissfully spinning post orgasm.

“You don’t really care about the jacket thing right?” You question, again squinting to catch any sign of reaction. Haechan’s eyelashes flutter rapidly for a second, shrugging in response. “You literally have matching jackets, you know that right? What difference does it make? I’m pretty sure more people think you two are the couple here.”

“Pft, the difference is I know that’s not my name on your back. Also, no one thinks that.” Haechan mumbles, knocking into your side again. “If only coach hadn’t turned down my Thing 1 and Thing 2 idea.”

“What?”

“Since Jeno and I have the same last name,” Haechan rubs his chin. Picking up his bag with a stretch of his shoulder. “I’m Thing 1 obviously.”

“Can’t believe I just let someone who refers to himself as ‘Thing 1’ cum in my mouth.” You pretend to grimace, standing up and shoving your bag at Haechan’s chest. A fake sound of pain emits, hoisting it onto his other shoulder.

“You’ve let me cum in your ass too.” He grins, draping an arm around you.

“Hey.” You smile, flicking the lip ring squeezing Haechan’s now much more swollen lower lip. Cuffed snuggly on his used up mouth. Letting him lead the way out of the library. “I really like your lip ring.”

Next —> Jungwoo

Teaser: “You know how I know you like me?” Jungwoo tips forward, lowering enough to brush a whisper near your lips.

“I know you're faded.” You follow his movements. Fingertips lightly skim your exposed torso, waking an eruption of goosebumps as they pass. Tickling his thumb around your navel with sudden intrigue.

“Yeah. I’m gone.” A sloppy grin takes over his face. “..You bring me back though.”

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