domjaehyun

[domjaehyun]

What is the patreon puss fiend about bc I’m really tempted to pay 😭 is it something cute? Either way I’d wanna read it 😭

CONTENTS. oral (receiving), fingering, slight overstimulation, mating press, breeding kink, slight pregnancy kink (mentioned. she’s not pregnant), breast play, nipple sucking, dirty talk

WORD COUNT. 5.1k 

SUMMARY. you’re giving Haechan the cold shoulder. he’s not doing well. chaos ensues. Snippet below!

It’s been a week of you not talking to Haechan, and you think he might be starting to crash out.

“Baby, are you ever gonna talk to me again?” Haechan whines, flopping onto the couch on his back and clumsily navigating his head into your lap, pleading brown eyes gazing up at you. You look down at him impassively, and he frowns deeply. “I said I was sorry, like, twelve million times!”

You sigh and shake your head down at Haechan in disapproval before returning your attention to your phone.

“I didn’t mean to ignore you, baby, I swear! I just got really caught up in the game for a bit—”

“Not ‘for a bit,’ Haechan.” you interrupt, and he falls silent instantly, eyes wide as he watches you speak. “‘A bit’ would be like a couple of hours, or two days at most. You went radio silent for seven days. A week! So, clearly, you hate me and my stupid guts.”

“I could never hate you,” Haechan promises, sitting up in a hurry. “Or your sexy, smart guts.” he adds, nodding emphatically to support his point. “Guts that, by the way, I haven’t been all up in for two weeks.”

Link to this full bonus scene: here!

[domjaehyun]

Hi y’all i wanna answer a lot of asks coming this weekend so if you already know you dont wanna see that, I’d block the tag #dash spam 🙂‍↕️

[domjaehyun]

i love your writing bc you're so good at building the tension between the characters, all the flirting and teasing are my favorite thing and you're the best at it

I adore YOU because i was just thinking today how much i love writing build up and tension like i LOVE a good flirt session UGH but guess what :D this fic I’m working on rn has a lot of flirting and tension in it so far (I am plotting. It’s gonna be a doozy) SO thank you for the love and encouragement now i will go write exactly that 🙂‍↕️

[domjaehyun]

Just realized I didn’t make a post advertising the bonus content of my Patreon… so I will now do that. 🙂‍↕️

Match My Freak (L.DH) — 9.3k, full fic, posted for early access

Sure Thing sequel and this will be posted on Tumblr in either late August or early September if I post another story on here before then!

Pussy Fiend, bonus scene (L.DH) — 5.2k, Patreon exclusive

The Need to Know, bonus scene (L.DH) — 1.3k, Patreon exclusive

That’s Not Fair (L.DH) — 2.9k, drabble, Patreon exclusive

The Boy is Mine, bonus scene (L.DH) — 3.5k, Patreon exclusive

Subscribers to my Patreon also get early releases of longer fics that I have to break up into sections because of Tumblr’s content block limit, so if you’re interested in any of the above content, go ahead and sub for the month! (Or as long as you’d like; the more the merrier!)

COMING UP (in no particular order or timeline):

- a juicy soulmates/twin flame story with Mark

- a toxic exes story with Haechan

- a medieval setting story with Johnny

[domjaehyun]

this may be a me thing but it’s a pet peeve when in the beginning or end of a fic the writer writes smth negative about their piece. for example (not targeting specific fics just making these up) “sorry guys not my best work” or “the ending i wrote is shitty ”.

like nooo don’t bring down your writing like that you worked hard on it. makes me not want to like it or not expect it to be good.

NO FR stop talking bad about yourselves!!!!!! Hype your writing up even if there’s a small part you’re proud of!! It also conditions ppl to notice negative stuff if you say you didn’t like it :p you’re setting yourself up for failure fr :P

ALSO i really wanna do another ask game night or smth where we talk about fanfic pet peeves bc i loved doing that last time but y’all gotta promise not to get upset with each other Or Me if we say smth you dont like :PPPPPPPP BC THIS IS SO FUN TO ME ITS LIKE WRITING TIPS AND GOSSIPING IN ONE

[domjaehyun]

match my freak (l.dh) — teaser

sequel to sure thing

PAIRING. sure thing!haechan x sure thing!fem!reader GENRE. smut, mild humor CONTENTS. oral (receiving), overstimulation, creampie, breast play, nipple sucking, dirty talk, ear play WORD COUNT. 9.3k  SUMMARY. after the events of sure thing, you and Haechan proceed to dance around each other, with you getting into a small number of situationships and flings in the meantime. however, you’ve always known that you and Haechan could be something real, and you’re not in the mood to deny it for any longer.  NOTES. for any of my Sure Thing enjoyers, here’s a lil part two excerpt! the full fic is already posted on my patreon :)

from inside of the living room, you can hear Jaemin and Jeno intermittently filling Haechan in on the dramatic breakup speech you delivered to your ex-boyfriend, and Haechan’s cackles of glee with each brutal line delivery. it’s not long before you hear Haechan mutter something about hearing from you, the sound of furniture rustling, and footsteps approaching before you sense him watching you from the doorway of the kitchen. he doesn’t speak for a while, and you’re not even sure he knows you’re aware he’s watching you.

“you having fun staring from over there?” you call out with a small chuckle, setting your glass down before turning to face him.

“time of my life, actually,” he calls back, and you snort. “would love if I could get a little closer, though.” 

“no one’s stopping you,” you say with a playful shrug and a glint in your eye that doesn’t go unnoticed. 

immediately drawing closer, Haechan drums his fingers on the countertop before he speaks. “you know, it’s not easy to get rid of a leech like that,” he remarks matter-of-factly, and you shake your head slowly in agreement.

“you’re right. he started crying.” you reply off-handedly, and Haechan’s eyes look like they might bulge out of his head. 

“what did you do to him?” 

“things I will not repeat because I am a lady first and a crashout second.” you reply demurely, and he snickers loudly with a respectful nod.

“I see. well, for what it’s worth, I’m proud of you.” he says sincerely, and you blink up at him with a sweet smile, making him wince and grip the countertop. “careful, now.”

“what do you mean?” you ask, brows furrowing in confusion. 

“Jaemin has so unkindly informed me that we’ve received one of three possible strikes for fucking during the hangout.” Haechan murmurs with a small scoff, and you bite your lip to suppress a laugh. “so we need to be on our best behavior.”

“did they really say that? he was behind the first one, really.” you remark, surprised, and Haechan scoffs.

“I know; he’s such a hypocrite.” Haechan huffs, and you snicker, patting his cheek gently.

“noted. so we need to really mind our p’s and q’s.” you say with a curt nod and a stifled giggle that has Haechan focusing in on you. “well, you, specifically, given that you got the warning and I didn’t.” 

“mhm,” he agrees, eyes drifting to your chest.

“Haechan?”

“minding my p’s,” he mumbles, winding an arm around you and pulling you closer. 

“alright…”

“and my q’s,” he murmurs, trailing his free hand down from your cheek to your chest. 

“you’re so strange,” you chuckle to yourself, but the stirring sensation you feel in your abdomen has always been better at telling the truth than you.

“and dotting my t’s,” haechan mumbles softly, finger now reaching out to press against both of your hardening nipples, persisting past your gasp of surprise to say, “and cross my i’s,” his finger dragging down towards your belly button with intent to venture lower before you stop him with a hand gently wrapped around his wrist. he blinks up at you slowly with an air of impatience and you damn near forget what you were going to say in the first place. 

“you said it backwards,” you point out stiltedly, and he arches an eyebrow in amusement, slowly and subtly moving to cage you against the counter.

“did i?” he muses, eyes flashing with triumph when you move to wiggle free slightly and finally realize you’re pinned in place. “how’s it supposed to go?”

“um, you’re supposed to cross your–” you start, words trailing off as Haechan leans in to tuck his nose between your ear and shoulder, inhaling so deeply, so indulgently, you’d almost swear he was getting another type of high from it. 

“my what?” he mumbles, lips grazing your shoulder, and your responding whimper makes a wicked little chuckle leave his lips before he tilts your head out of the way with gentle nudges to allow himself better access to your neck. “c’mon,” he teases, tapping your thigh gently, “talk to me, baby.”

“cross your t’s,” you mutter out, words twisting into a gasp of surprise when Haechan’s hand slides to your inner thigh, your legs reflexively closing around his hand in response. 

“mhm?”

“and dot your i’s,” you finish, giggling slightly when Haechan wiggles his fingers stuck between your legs. 

“okay, but didn’t you say ‘cross your t’s’?” he asks curiously, and you pause to think before nodding in confirmation. “right, yeah… so why are these crossed now, hm?” he murmurs, twisting his hand between your legs so they’re separated by the width of his palm—simultaneously letting you know that your little leglock had no effect on him—and looking pointedly from his hand up to your eyes. “uncross your legs.”

“you don’t need me to do that,” you point out, gesturing to where his hand has forced your legs apart slightly. “you could uncross them yourself.”

“well, that wouldn’t be very polite, would it, baby?”

“since when are you worried about manners?”

“since a very pretty girl told me to cross my t’s and dot my i’s,” he replies smoothly, and you snort in amusement, pushing at his chest as you both laugh. “and mind my p’s,” he continues, lips back at your ear with such a resonance from the sudden proximity that it makes a shudder travel down your spine, your gasp of surprise ragged with desire as he trails his unencumbered hand up your body to wrap gently around your throat. “and my q’s,” he breathes, tilting your head out of the way to allow him space by your neck as the hand between your legs twists back to being “trapped” between your legs.

“damn, she must be real pretty, then, if she’s turned you into such a gentleman.” you chuckle, but it’s a thin veil obstructing your blatant need for him.

Haechan doesn’t care about any of that. he never has.

“mhm,” he moans against your neck, and the sound alone has you about to cave, unbridled lust turning his mannish groan into a whimper at the end. “so fucking pretty,” he mumbles, pressing heated, heavy kisses down your neck and chest. “and…”

“...and?”

“and I heard she just broke up with the last loser to ever get in my way.” he finishes, pulling back to look at you.

«…..ooooh spooky cliffhanger……. What Happens Next…..you could find out Right Stinkin’ Now if you read it here after subbing to my patreon 🙂‍↕️»

[domjaehyun]

match my freak (l.dh) — teaser

sequel to sure thing

PAIRING. sure thing!haechan x sure thing!fem!reader GENRE. smut, mild humor CONTENTS. oral (receiving), overstimulation, creampie, breast play, nipple sucking, dirty talk, ear play WORD COUNT. 9.3k  SUMMARY. after the events of sure thing, you and Haechan proceed to dance around each other, with you getting into a small number of situationships and flings in the meantime. however, you’ve always known that you and Haechan could be something real, and you’re not in the mood to deny it for any longer.  NOTES. for any of my Sure Thing enjoyers, here’s a lil part two excerpt! the full fic is already posted on my patreon :)

from inside of the living room, you can hear Jaemin and Jeno intermittently filling Haechan in on the dramatic breakup speech you delivered to your ex-boyfriend, and Haechan’s cackles of glee with each brutal line delivery. it’s not long before you hear Haechan mutter something about hearing from you, the sound of furniture rustling, and footsteps approaching before you sense him watching you from the doorway of the kitchen. he doesn’t speak for a while, and you’re not even sure he knows you’re aware he’s watching you.

“you having fun staring from over there?” you call out with a small chuckle, setting your glass down before turning to face him.

“time of my life, actually,” he calls back, and you snort. “would love if I could get a little closer, though.” 

“no one’s stopping you,” you say with a playful shrug and a glint in your eye that doesn’t go unnoticed. 

immediately drawing closer, Haechan drums his fingers on the countertop before he speaks. “you know, it’s not easy to get rid of a leech like that,” he remarks matter-of-factly, and you shake your head slowly in agreement.

“you’re right. he started crying.” you reply off-handedly, and Haechan’s eyes look like they might bulge out of his head. 

“what did you do to him?” 

“things I will not repeat because I am a lady first and a crashout second.” you reply demurely, and he snickers loudly with a respectful nod.

“I see. well, for what it’s worth, I’m proud of you.” he says sincerely, and you blink up at him with a sweet smile, making him wince and grip the countertop. “careful, now.”

“what do you mean?” you ask, brows furrowing in confusion. 

“Jaemin has so unkindly informed me that we’ve received one of three possible strikes for fucking during the hangout.” Haechan murmurs with a small scoff, and you bite your lip to suppress a laugh. “so we need to be on our best behavior.”

“did they really say that? he was behind the first one, really.” you remark, surprised, and Haechan scoffs.

“I know; he’s such a hypocrite.” Haechan huffs, and you snicker, patting his cheek gently.

“noted. so we need to really mind our p’s and q’s.” you say with a curt nod and a stifled giggle that has Haechan focusing in on you. “well, you, specifically, given that you got the warning and I didn’t.” 

“mhm,” he agrees, eyes drifting to your chest.

“Haechan?”

“minding my p’s,” he mumbles, winding an arm around you and pulling you closer. 

“alright…”

“and my q’s,” he murmurs, trailing his free hand down from your cheek to your chest. 

“you’re so strange,” you chuckle to yourself, but the stirring sensation you feel in your abdomen has always been better at telling the truth than you.

“and dotting my t’s,” haechan mumbles softly, finger now reaching out to press against both of your hardening nipples, persisting past your gasp of surprise to say, “and cross my i’s,” his finger dragging down towards your belly button with intent to venture lower before you stop him with a hand gently wrapped around his wrist. he blinks up at you slowly with an air of impatience and you damn near forget what you were going to say in the first place. 

“you said it backwards,” you point out stiltedly, and he arches an eyebrow in amusement, slowly and subtly moving to cage you against the counter.

“did i?” he muses, eyes flashing with triumph when you move to wiggle free slightly and finally realize you’re pinned in place. “how’s it supposed to go?”

“um, you’re supposed to cross your–” you start, words trailing off as Haechan leans in to tuck his nose between your ear and shoulder, inhaling so deeply, so indulgently, you’d almost swear he was getting another type of high from it. 

“my what?” he mumbles, lips grazing your shoulder, and your responding whimper makes a wicked little chuckle leave his lips before he tilts your head out of the way with gentle nudges to allow himself better access to your neck. “c’mon,” he teases, tapping your thigh gently, “talk to me, baby.”

“cross your t’s,” you mutter out, words twisting into a gasp of surprise when Haechan’s hand slides to your inner thigh, your legs reflexively closing around his hand in response. 

“mhm?”

“and dot your i’s,” you finish, giggling slightly when Haechan wiggles his fingers stuck between your legs. 

“okay, but didn’t you say ‘cross your t’s’?” he asks curiously, and you pause to think before nodding in confirmation. “right, yeah… so why are these crossed now, hm?” he murmurs, twisting his hand between your legs so they’re separated by the width of his palm—simultaneously letting you know that your little leglock had no effect on him—and looking pointedly from his hand up to your eyes. “uncross your legs.”

“you don’t need me to do that,” you point out, gesturing to where his hand has forced your legs apart slightly. “you could uncross them yourself.”

“well, that wouldn’t be very polite, would it, baby?”

“since when are you worried about manners?”

“since a very pretty girl told me to cross my t’s and dot my i’s,” he replies smoothly, and you snort in amusement, pushing at his chest as you both laugh. “and mind my p’s,” he continues, lips back at your ear with such a resonance from the sudden proximity that it makes a shudder travel down your spine, your gasp of surprise ragged with desire as he trails his unencumbered hand up your body to wrap gently around your throat. “and my q’s,” he breathes, tilting your head out of the way to allow him space by your neck as the hand between your legs twists back to being “trapped” between your legs.

“damn, she must be real pretty, then, if she’s turned you into such a gentleman.” you chuckle, but it’s a thin veil obstructing your blatant need for him.

Haechan doesn’t care about any of that. he never has.

“mhm,” he moans against your neck, and the sound alone has you about to cave, unbridled lust turning his mannish groan into a whimper at the end. “so fucking pretty,” he mumbles, pressing heated, heavy kisses down your neck and chest. “and…”

“...and?”

“and I heard she just broke up with the last loser to ever get in my way.” he finishes, pulling back to look at you.

«…..ooooh spooky cliffhanger……. What Happens Next…..you could find out Right Stinkin’ Now if you read it here after subbing to my patreon 🙂‍↕️»

[domjaehyun]

match my freak (l.dh) — teaser

sequel to sure thing

PAIRING. sure thing!haechan x sure thing!fem!reader GENRE. smut, mild humor CONTENTS. oral (receiving), overstimulation, creampie, breast play, nipple sucking, dirty talk, ear play WORD COUNT. 9.3k  SUMMARY. after the events of sure thing, you and Haechan proceed to dance around each other, with you getting into a small number of situationships and flings in the meantime. however, you’ve always known that you and Haechan could be something real, and you’re not in the mood to deny it for any longer.  NOTES. for any of my Sure Thing enjoyers, here’s a lil part two excerpt! the full fic is already posted on my patreon :)

from inside of the living room, you can hear Jaemin and Jeno intermittently filling Haechan in on the dramatic breakup speech you delivered to your ex-boyfriend, and Haechan’s cackles of glee with each brutal line delivery. it’s not long before you hear Haechan mutter something about hearing from you, the sound of furniture rustling, and footsteps approaching before you sense him watching you from the doorway of the kitchen. he doesn’t speak for a while, and you’re not even sure he knows you’re aware he’s watching you.

“you having fun staring from over there?” you call out with a small chuckle, setting your glass down before turning to face him.

“time of my life, actually,” he calls back, and you snort. “would love if I could get a little closer, though.” 

“no one’s stopping you,” you say with a playful shrug and a glint in your eye that doesn’t go unnoticed. 

immediately drawing closer, Haechan drums his fingers on the countertop before he speaks. “you know, it’s not easy to get rid of a leech like that,” he remarks matter-of-factly, and you shake your head slowly in agreement.

“you’re right. he started crying.” you reply off-handedly, and Haechan’s eyes look like they might bulge out of his head. 

“what did you do to him?” 

“things I will not repeat because I am a lady first and a crashout second.” you reply demurely, and he snickers loudly with a respectful nod.

“I see. well, for what it’s worth, I’m proud of you.” he says sincerely, and you blink up at him with a sweet smile, making him wince and grip the countertop. “careful, now.”

“what do you mean?” you ask, brows furrowing in confusion. 

“Jaemin has so unkindly informed me that we’ve received one of three possible strikes for fucking during the hangout.” Haechan murmurs with a small scoff, and you bite your lip to suppress a laugh. “so we need to be on our best behavior.”

“did they really say that? he was behind the first one, really.” you remark, surprised, and Haechan scoffs.

“I know; he’s such a hypocrite.” Haechan huffs, and you snicker, patting his cheek gently.

“noted. so we need to really mind our p’s and q’s.” you say with a curt nod and a stifled giggle that has Haechan focusing in on you. “well, you, specifically, given that you got the warning and I didn’t.” 

“mhm,” he agrees, eyes drifting to your chest.

“Haechan?”

“minding my p’s,” he mumbles, winding an arm around you and pulling you closer. 

“alright…”

“and my q’s,” he murmurs, trailing his free hand down from your cheek to your chest. 

“you’re so strange,” you chuckle to yourself, but the stirring sensation you feel in your abdomen has always been better at telling the truth than you.

“and dotting my t’s,” haechan mumbles softly, finger now reaching out to press against both of your hardening nipples, persisting past your gasp of surprise to say, “and cross my i’s,” his finger dragging down towards your belly button with intent to venture lower before you stop him with a hand gently wrapped around his wrist. he blinks up at you slowly with an air of impatience and you damn near forget what you were going to say in the first place. 

“you said it backwards,” you point out stiltedly, and he arches an eyebrow in amusement, slowly and subtly moving to cage you against the counter.

“did i?” he muses, eyes flashing with triumph when you move to wiggle free slightly and finally realize you’re pinned in place. “how’s it supposed to go?”

“um, you’re supposed to cross your–” you start, words trailing off as Haechan leans in to tuck his nose between your ear and shoulder, inhaling so deeply, so indulgently, you’d almost swear he was getting another type of high from it. 

“my what?” he mumbles, lips grazing your shoulder, and your responding whimper makes a wicked little chuckle leave his lips before he tilts your head out of the way with gentle nudges to allow himself better access to your neck. “c’mon,” he teases, tapping your thigh gently, “talk to me, baby.”

“cross your t’s,” you mutter out, words twisting into a gasp of surprise when Haechan’s hand slides to your inner thigh, your legs reflexively closing around his hand in response. 

“mhm?”

“and dot your i’s,” you finish, giggling slightly when Haechan wiggles his fingers stuck between your legs. 

“okay, but didn’t you say ‘cross your t’s’?” he asks curiously, and you pause to think before nodding in confirmation. “right, yeah… so why are these crossed now, hm?” he murmurs, twisting his hand between your legs so they’re separated by the width of his palm—simultaneously letting you know that your little leglock had no effect on him—and looking pointedly from his hand up to your eyes. “uncross your legs.”

“you don’t need me to do that,” you point out, gesturing to where his hand has forced your legs apart slightly. “you could uncross them yourself.”

“well, that wouldn’t be very polite, would it, baby?”

“since when are you worried about manners?”

“since a very pretty girl told me to cross my t’s and dot my i’s,” he replies smoothly, and you snort in amusement, pushing at his chest as you both laugh. “and mind my p’s,” he continues, lips back at your ear with such a resonance from the sudden proximity that it makes a shudder travel down your spine, your gasp of surprise ragged with desire as he trails his unencumbered hand up your body to wrap gently around your throat. “and my q’s,” he breathes, tilting your head out of the way to allow him space by your neck as the hand between your legs twists back to being “trapped” between your legs.

“damn, she must be real pretty, then, if she’s turned you into such a gentleman.” you chuckle, but it’s a thin veil obstructing your blatant need for him.

Haechan doesn’t care about any of that. he never has.

“mhm,” he moans against your neck, and the sound alone has you about to cave, unbridled lust turning his mannish groan into a whimper at the end. “so fucking pretty,” he mumbles, pressing heated, heavy kisses down your neck and chest. “and…”

“...and?”

“and I heard she just broke up with the last loser to ever get in my way.” he finishes, pulling back to look at you.

«…..ooooh spooky cliffhanger……. What Happens Next…..you could find out Right Stinkin’ Now if you read it here after subbing to my patreon 🙂‍↕️»

[domjaehyun]

sure thing sequel???? IM OVER THE MOON bc it's one of my favorites haechan ff and you're my favorite writer in this app im so seated 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

EEE THANK YOU :D I LOVE THAT FIC TOO it was a bday gift to myself lololol and thank you omg :’) that means so much to me thank you for picking MEEEEE YAY

[domjaehyun]

match my freak (l.dh) — teaser

sequel to sure thing

PAIRING. sure thing!haechan x sure thing!fem!reader GENRE. smut, mild humor CONTENTS. oral (receiving), overstimulation, creampie, breast play, nipple sucking, dirty talk, ear play WORD COUNT. 9.3k  SUMMARY. after the events of sure thing, you and Haechan proceed to dance around each other, with you getting into a small number of situationships and flings in the meantime. however, you’ve always known that you and Haechan could be something real, and you’re not in the mood to deny it for any longer.  NOTES. for any of my Sure Thing enjoyers, here’s a lil part two excerpt! the full fic is already posted on my patreon :)

from inside of the living room, you can hear Jaemin and Jeno intermittently filling Haechan in on the dramatic breakup speech you delivered to your ex-boyfriend, and Haechan’s cackles of glee with each brutal line delivery. it’s not long before you hear Haechan mutter something about hearing from you, the sound of furniture rustling, and footsteps approaching before you sense him watching you from the doorway of the kitchen. he doesn’t speak for a while, and you’re not even sure he knows you’re aware he’s watching you.

“you having fun staring from over there?” you call out with a small chuckle, setting your glass down before turning to face him.

“time of my life, actually,” he calls back, and you snort. “would love if I could get a little closer, though.” 

“no one’s stopping you,” you say with a playful shrug and a glint in your eye that doesn’t go unnoticed. 

immediately drawing closer, Haechan drums his fingers on the countertop before he speaks. “you know, it’s not easy to get rid of a leech like that,” he remarks matter-of-factly, and you shake your head slowly in agreement.

“you’re right. he started crying.” you reply off-handedly, and Haechan’s eyes look like they might bulge out of his head. 

“what did you do to him?” 

“things I will not repeat because I am a lady first and a crashout second.” you reply demurely, and he snickers loudly with a respectful nod.

“I see. well, for what it’s worth, I’m proud of you.” he says sincerely, and you blink up at him with a sweet smile, making him wince and grip the countertop. “careful, now.”

“what do you mean?” you ask, brows furrowing in confusion. 

“Jaemin has so unkindly informed me that we’ve received one of three possible strikes for fucking during the hangout.” Haechan murmurs with a small scoff, and you bite your lip to suppress a laugh. “so we need to be on our best behavior.”

“did they really say that? he was behind the first one, really.” you remark, surprised, and Haechan scoffs.

“I know; he’s such a hypocrite.” Haechan huffs, and you snicker, patting his cheek gently.

“noted. so we need to really mind our p’s and q’s.” you say with a curt nod and a stifled giggle that has Haechan focusing in on you. “well, you, specifically, given that you got the warning and I didn’t.” 

“mhm,” he agrees, eyes drifting to your chest.

“Haechan?”

“minding my p’s,” he mumbles, winding an arm around you and pulling you closer. 

“alright…”

“and my q’s,” he murmurs, trailing his free hand down from your cheek to your chest. 

“you’re so strange,” you chuckle to yourself, but the stirring sensation you feel in your abdomen has always been better at telling the truth than you.

“and dotting my t’s,” haechan mumbles softly, finger now reaching out to press against both of your hardening nipples, persisting past your gasp of surprise to say, “and cross my i’s,” his finger dragging down towards your belly button with intent to venture lower before you stop him with a hand gently wrapped around his wrist. he blinks up at you slowly with an air of impatience and you damn near forget what you were going to say in the first place. 

“you said it backwards,” you point out stiltedly, and he arches an eyebrow in amusement, slowly and subtly moving to cage you against the counter.

“did i?” he muses, eyes flashing with triumph when you move to wiggle free slightly and finally realize you’re pinned in place. “how’s it supposed to go?”

“um, you’re supposed to cross your–” you start, words trailing off as Haechan leans in to tuck his nose between your ear and shoulder, inhaling so deeply, so indulgently, you’d almost swear he was getting another type of high from it. 

“my what?” he mumbles, lips grazing your shoulder, and your responding whimper makes a wicked little chuckle leave his lips before he tilts your head out of the way with gentle nudges to allow himself better access to your neck. “c’mon,” he teases, tapping your thigh gently, “talk to me, baby.”

“cross your t’s,” you mutter out, words twisting into a gasp of surprise when Haechan’s hand slides to your inner thigh, your legs reflexively closing around his hand in response. 

“mhm?”

“and dot your i’s,” you finish, giggling slightly when Haechan wiggles his fingers stuck between your legs. 

“okay, but didn’t you say ‘cross your t’s’?” he asks curiously, and you pause to think before nodding in confirmation. “right, yeah… so why are these crossed now, hm?” he murmurs, twisting his hand between your legs so they’re separated by the width of his palm—simultaneously letting you know that your little leglock had no effect on him—and looking pointedly from his hand up to your eyes. “uncross your legs.”

“you don’t need me to do that,” you point out, gesturing to where his hand has forced your legs apart slightly. “you could uncross them yourself.”

“well, that wouldn’t be very polite, would it, baby?”

“since when are you worried about manners?”

“since a very pretty girl told me to cross my t’s and dot my i’s,” he replies smoothly, and you snort in amusement, pushing at his chest as you both laugh. “and mind my p’s,” he continues, lips back at your ear with such a resonance from the sudden proximity that it makes a shudder travel down your spine, your gasp of surprise ragged with desire as he trails his unencumbered hand up your body to wrap gently around your throat. “and my q’s,” he breathes, tilting your head out of the way to allow him space by your neck as the hand between your legs twists back to being “trapped” between your legs.

“damn, she must be real pretty, then, if she’s turned you into such a gentleman.” you chuckle, but it’s a thin veil obstructing your blatant need for him.

Haechan doesn’t care about any of that. he never has.

“mhm,” he moans against your neck, and the sound alone has you about to cave, unbridled lust turning his mannish groan into a whimper at the end. “so fucking pretty,” he mumbles, pressing heated, heavy kisses down your neck and chest. “and…”

“...and?”

“and I heard she just broke up with the last loser to ever get in my way.” he finishes, pulling back to look at you.

«…..ooooh spooky cliffhanger……. What Happens Next…..you could find out Right Stinkin’ Now if you read it here after subbing to my patreon 🙂‍↕️»

[domjaehyun]

https://www.tumblr.com/domjaehyun/790158271261589504/match-my-freak-ldh-teaser

Will you post this on tumblr or is it just exclusively on patreon?

I will post on tumblr around sept 1st!! I think I have another fic coming up for august but if i don’t I’ll post it at the end of august :D

[domjaehyun]

the way you write haechan😭😭oh my god girl i love it so much it makes him 100 times hotter i’m actually giggling and kicking my feet at every sentence

TEEHEE THANKS GIRLIE I LOVE WRITING HIM :D

[domjaehyun]

match my freak (l.dh) — teaser

sequel to sure thing

PAIRING. sure thing!haechan x sure thing!fem!reader GENRE. smut, mild humor CONTENTS. oral (receiving), overstimulation, creampie, breast play, nipple sucking, dirty talk, ear play WORD COUNT. 9.3k  SUMMARY. after the events of sure thing, you and Haechan proceed to dance around each other, with you getting into a small number of situationships and flings in the meantime. however, you’ve always known that you and Haechan could be something real, and you’re not in the mood to deny it for any longer.  NOTES. for any of my Sure Thing enjoyers, here’s a lil part two excerpt! the full fic is already posted on my patreon :)

from inside of the living room, you can hear Jaemin and Jeno intermittently filling Haechan in on the dramatic breakup speech you delivered to your ex-boyfriend, and Haechan’s cackles of glee with each brutal line delivery. it’s not long before you hear Haechan mutter something about hearing from you, the sound of furniture rustling, and footsteps approaching before you sense him watching you from the doorway of the kitchen. he doesn’t speak for a while, and you’re not even sure he knows you’re aware he’s watching you.

“you having fun staring from over there?” you call out with a small chuckle, setting your glass down before turning to face him.

“time of my life, actually,” he calls back, and you snort. “would love if I could get a little closer, though.” 

“no one’s stopping you,” you say with a playful shrug and a glint in your eye that doesn’t go unnoticed. 

immediately drawing closer, Haechan drums his fingers on the countertop before he speaks. “you know, it’s not easy to get rid of a leech like that,” he remarks matter-of-factly, and you shake your head slowly in agreement.

“you’re right. he started crying.” you reply off-handedly, and Haechan’s eyes look like they might bulge out of his head. 

“what did you do to him?” 

“things I will not repeat because I am a lady first and a crashout second.” you reply demurely, and he snickers loudly with a respectful nod.

“I see. well, for what it’s worth, I’m proud of you.” he says sincerely, and you blink up at him with a sweet smile, making him wince and grip the countertop. “careful, now.”

“what do you mean?” you ask, brows furrowing in confusion. 

“Jaemin has so unkindly informed me that we’ve received one of three possible strikes for fucking during the hangout.” Haechan murmurs with a small scoff, and you bite your lip to suppress a laugh. “so we need to be on our best behavior.”

“did they really say that? he was behind the first one, really.” you remark, surprised, and Haechan scoffs.

“I know; he’s such a hypocrite.” Haechan huffs, and you snicker, patting his cheek gently.

“noted. so we need to really mind our p’s and q’s.” you say with a curt nod and a stifled giggle that has Haechan focusing in on you. “well, you, specifically, given that you got the warning and I didn’t.” 

“mhm,” he agrees, eyes drifting to your chest.

“Haechan?”

“minding my p’s,” he mumbles, winding an arm around you and pulling you closer. 

“alright…”

“and my q’s,” he murmurs, trailing his free hand down from your cheek to your chest. 

“you’re so strange,” you chuckle to yourself, but the stirring sensation you feel in your abdomen has always been better at telling the truth than you.

“and dotting my t’s,” haechan mumbles softly, finger now reaching out to press against both of your hardening nipples, persisting past your gasp of surprise to say, “and cross my i’s,” his finger dragging down towards your belly button with intent to venture lower before you stop him with a hand gently wrapped around his wrist. he blinks up at you slowly with an air of impatience and you damn near forget what you were going to say in the first place. 

“you said it backwards,” you point out stiltedly, and he arches an eyebrow in amusement, slowly and subtly moving to cage you against the counter.

“did i?” he muses, eyes flashing with triumph when you move to wiggle free slightly and finally realize you’re pinned in place. “how’s it supposed to go?”

“um, you’re supposed to cross your–” you start, words trailing off as Haechan leans in to tuck his nose between your ear and shoulder, inhaling so deeply, so indulgently, you’d almost swear he was getting another type of high from it. 

“my what?” he mumbles, lips grazing your shoulder, and your responding whimper makes a wicked little chuckle leave his lips before he tilts your head out of the way with gentle nudges to allow himself better access to your neck. “c’mon,” he teases, tapping your thigh gently, “talk to me, baby.”

“cross your t’s,” you mutter out, words twisting into a gasp of surprise when Haechan’s hand slides to your inner thigh, your legs reflexively closing around his hand in response. 

“mhm?”

“and dot your i’s,” you finish, giggling slightly when Haechan wiggles his fingers stuck between your legs. 

“okay, but didn’t you say ‘cross your t’s’?” he asks curiously, and you pause to think before nodding in confirmation. “right, yeah… so why are these crossed now, hm?” he murmurs, twisting his hand between your legs so they’re separated by the width of his palm—simultaneously letting you know that your little leglock had no effect on him—and looking pointedly from his hand up to your eyes. “uncross your legs.”

“you don’t need me to do that,” you point out, gesturing to where his hand has forced your legs apart slightly. “you could uncross them yourself.”

“well, that wouldn’t be very polite, would it, baby?”

“since when are you worried about manners?”

“since a very pretty girl told me to cross my t’s and dot my i’s,” he replies smoothly, and you snort in amusement, pushing at his chest as you both laugh. “and mind my p’s,” he continues, lips back at your ear with such a resonance from the sudden proximity that it makes a shudder travel down your spine, your gasp of surprise ragged with desire as he trails his unencumbered hand up your body to wrap gently around your throat. “and my q’s,” he breathes, tilting your head out of the way to allow him space by your neck as the hand between your legs twists back to being “trapped” between your legs.

“damn, she must be real pretty, then, if she’s turned you into such a gentleman.” you chuckle, but it’s a thin veil obstructing your blatant need for him.

Haechan doesn’t care about any of that. he never has.

“mhm,” he moans against your neck, and the sound alone has you about to cave, unbridled lust turning his mannish groan into a whimper at the end. “so fucking pretty,” he mumbles, pressing heated, heavy kisses down your neck and chest. “and…”

“...and?”

“and I heard she just broke up with the last loser to ever get in my way.” he finishes, pulling back to look at you.

«…..ooooh spooky cliffhanger……. What Happens Next…..you could find out Right Stinkin’ Now if you read it here after subbing to my patreon 🙂‍↕️»

[domjaehyun]

what types of questions were you asking your twin flame

a lot of things namely What Is Going On, What Is Happening To Me, What Am I, What Did I Just Do, etc….. i was really just spiraling lowkey there was a lot of spiritual downloading happening

[domjaehyun]

Hi Jewel!! So uhm... have you seen Haechan... lately?

i have………….woof. I’m working on unhinging my jaw wide enough to scoop him up in one go like a pelican… wish me luck

[domjaehyun]

i just saw this on twt and immediately thought of that boy is mine y/n and haechan https(:)//x(.)com/ihysosa/status/1928843145787081149?t=Pmxhij02zURbP7g469NRgg&s=19

”IT’D HAVE TO HAPPEN” is the most diabolical most haechan statement i love this thank you LMAOOOO

[domjaehyun]

Okay so I used to read your fine pieces of art all the time a few years ago, but I got so busy with college that I stopped using tumblr all together. You were my safe space during covid and now I'm back to reading your stuff, with a degree lol, and I genuinely cried when I first opened your page after such a long time. Thank you for all the hard work babess<333 Luv ya⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂)⸝♡

THANK YOUUUU i was MIA for a bit i think i should schedule small hiatuses in the future so i don’t just disappear with no warning BUT . I am back :D I’M SO HAPPY YOU GOT YOUR DEGREE CONGRATULATIONS :DDDD omg dont cryyyy im happy you’re here w me still!!! :D ILY TOOOO