dear hyuckie
pairing â athlete!haechan x (f) reader
genre .. warnings â smut, noncon, mc is a terrible person, sub!hyuck, stalking, unprotected sex, baby trapping
summary â for the longest time, youâve been obsessed with haechan and wanted him to yourself, but he hardly notices you. to grab his attention, you start sending him anonymous love letters.
wc â 6.0k
a/n â part 5/5 of the college-capades series!
donât like it, donât read.
so fucking annoying, you hissed to yourself, poking around the corner.Â
your eyes were fixed on the boyâs locker room door that was, to your chagrin, being guarded by the basketball team captain.
who you never liked. jung jaehyun, you thought irritably. he was undeniably good-looking, youâd give him that, but he was arrogant. haechan would make a much finer captain. where jaehyun was a cocky asshole, haechan was none too prideful but enthusiastic nonetheless.
youâd heard haechan giving pre-game pep talks to his team and motivating them not to feel guilty on the occasions where they lost. he was a natural at lifting otherâs spirits. obviously, he was the driving force in the team.Â
not jung jaehyun, who leaned on the door, laughing at texts on his phone most likely from a bunch of girls dying to do him. though you most definitely werenât one of them, there were many.Â
and you happened to know one of them.
âthought iâd find you here,â you said, pretending to only now be walking up the path. given that his eyes were locked on his phone screen, jaehyun was none the wiser.Â
jaehyun flitted his gaze to you. âhowâd you figure that?â
âoh, you know. my hot guy radar was going off,â you flirted, your own words like poison on your tongue. but hopefully worth it.
that had his attention. jaehyun chuckled, pocketing his phone, then said, âi thought you said i wasnât your type?â
âyouâre not,â you replied flatly. âbut i know somebody whoâs a little more open-minded.â
jaehyunâs brows furrowed. the implications behind that werenât lost on him. âare you joking?â
ânope,â you chirped, though you were absolutely lying. ârosĂ© wants you to come over. sheâs too chicken to tell you herself and i was nearby, so she sent me instead.â
rosé and jaehyun had raging heart eyes (and boners) for each other since the day they locked eyes. though rosé, your dear friend and the only reason you knew jaehyun, was scared that he was too much of a fuckboy. their interactions never amounted to anything more than flirty exchanges after a game, but they definitely wanted each other.
maybe it was a slight fib. rosé had said nothing of the sort, but it was the best lie you could come up with and you desperately needed something impactful enough to get jaehyun away from that door. your best friend would be thanking you later.
âshit, okay. whatâs her address?â
maybe it wasnât the best move to give a boy both of you you barely knew your best friendâs address, even if she had the hots for him, but you were in too much of a hurry to give a damn about ethical decision-making.Â
âand jaehyun,â you called out after him when he started to leave.Â
jaehyun turned his head. âyeah?â
donning the role of a helpful acquaintance, in spite of how much you loathed this guy, you advised sweetly, âmaybe stop to the store first. get her some flowers or a box of chocolates. she likes those. i know you probably donât leave the house without condoms.â
jaehyunâs shoulders shook while he laughed and threw his hands up. âyou got me. thanks for looking out.â
your answer was kind, though in reality, the only reason you gave him helpful advice was because you wanted to slow him down just in case rosĂ© wasnât home. you quickly sent her a vague text and unapologetically mentioned that you would make it up to her later.
jesus, the things i do for you, lee donghyuck, you thought dreamily. if only he knew how much you liked him.
for lack of a better word, of course. to be frank, you were enamored with his whole being. just the thought of haechan had your legs quivering and your heart thumping against your chest. thoughts of him were all-consuming. you couldnât eat sometimes without wondering if he had ate.
given that you were running out of time, you quickly slipped into the locker room, glancing around to make sure the coast was clear before you invaded. fortunately, with jaehyun set on getting laid, there was nobody else around.Â
except for the love of your life.
you heard a shower running, just as you knew it would be. you happened to overhear haechan mentioning to a friend that he would be in the locker rooms for a moment to shower and figured it was your time to spy. your footsteps were quiet, gentle. half of the time, it didnât bother you so bad that he wasnât attracted to you. it was better that way.
after tiptoeing around, you reached his locker, shoving a letter inside the slit. although it would have been rational to leave then and there, you couldnât shake the temptations brewing in your guts where you desperately needed him. he was naked, just in the shower room. and you wanted a sneak peak.
against your better judgment, you crept around the corner, poking your head out to see if he was exposed. there was a long column of showers and just your luck, the curtains of the seventh stall were drawn. guess he wasnât very shy. you could see a sliver of haechanâs dampened skin, bits of his leg and shoulder.
you licked your lips at the mouth-watering thought youâd had. given the chance, you wouldnât waste a second to get down on your knees for him and give him the best head of his life. your plans were nothing short of vile, but a part of you liked to assume all would be forgiven when he realized that you were made for each other.Â
not if. when.
when the shower came to a dry stop, you snapped out of your thoughts and took it as a sign to get out unnoticed, slipping away like a thief in the night.
but the letter in haechanâs locker didnât go unnoticed.
well, kind of. he thought it was a joke, but he read it nonetheless. it wasnât that far-fetched to assume that one of the guys were probably pranking him. granted, none of them called him by the nickname hyuckie, but they sometimes called him hyuck.
naturally, haechan didnât think much of it until the second letter appeared, and it was somewhat more descriptive.
dear hyuckie, why do you wither in the wind and come to life in the sun, the letter started. i always think itâs unfair that nobody can match your undeniable charm, let it be on a swabbed court or with a bewitched crowd. kidding. others should envy what is yours.
there was more, of course, but haechan didnât get to read that far before the letter was rudely snatched out of his hands.
âwhatâs that?â jaemin asked, nosily pulling the letter out haechanâs hand.Â
haechan groaned, âdude, give it back.â
jaemin instead backed off, just out of armâs reach of haechan. âguys, youâve gotta come read this shit,â he said in amusement. ââdear hyuckie, why do you wither in the wind and come to life in the sun?ââ
jaemin continued to read until the end, blocking haechanâs attempts to steal the letter back while somehow also keeping the high-pitched, mocking tone of a woman. not too much later, haechan gave up on keeping it to himself, accepting defeat. the letter droned on about his performances on the court, how you watched every game with your eyes fixed to only him. how you wanted to be there to kiss him during his triumphs, but hold him during his losses.
haechan was used to fangirls. he was one of the most prominent members of a prominent team at an equally prominent school, backed by deals and endorsements. needless to say, there were more than a lot of girls that felt the same as you.
it was his first time getting a letter addressed directly to his locker, however. uproar was what he was accustomed to. this was quieter, subtle. you didnât want to blend in with everybody else, and yet, you chose to be unheard.
johnny nudged his side. âshit, hyuck. looks like youâve got a secret admirer on your hands.â
jaehyun laughed. âwither in the wind, come to life in the sun. what does that even mean?â
âyeah, iâm sure you wouldnât have the wits to know,â mark quipped.
jaehyun shot him a glare while everybody else laughed at jaehyuns expense. except for haechan, who was irritated.
âi thought you guys sent this,â haechan mused. âyou know, âcause of the hyuckie thing.â
jaemin placed a hand on his teammateâs shoulder and jeered, âhate to break it to you, man, but nobody in this room wants to suck your dick.â
âfuck off, man,â haechan said, shoving him off. âi meant i thought it was a prank the first time.â
johnny lifted a brow. âthe first time? you mean you got one before this?â
plopping down on a bench, haechan bobbed his head. âyeah, the exact same way. same delivery, same salutation, same handwriting, different content,â he explained.
âyou scared?â jaehyun asked, teasing.Â
âiâm not scared, iâm just a little worried. i mean, nobody should be able to get inside the locker room,â haechan ranted.Â
âthingâs old,â johnny retorted. âmight fall apart if they donât renovate this summer. relax, man. itâs just some chick that wants to bone you. you should be happy bitches are lining up for you.â
haechan heaved a breath and gave in, letting the guys convince him that he was being overdramatic. it wasnât that haechan didnât enjoy feeling wanted, that couldnât have been any further from the truth, but there was something in his gut that told him that you werenât like the others.
you were far more dangerous than he would ever know, until the moment when it was too late for him to be saved.
but days of letters became weeks and haechan was becoming increasingly more alarmed. the letters multiplied, the content intensifying. though he wanted to tell someone, maybe get somebody to check some security camera footage, he didnât want to be called a wimp.
so he thugged it out.
you, on the other hand, were over the moon that he was finally paying attention to you - kind of. you were sick of just being another girl in the arena. the letters differentiated you from the others. and at one point, they werenât just letters anymore. they were bralettes and panties sticky with your arousal, attached with letters of you describing intricately how you got yourself off to him.
never once did you touch yourself without thinking of haechan, of how badly you wanted to break him and ruin him for the next woman (not that there would be one. ultimately, you were going to make sure that there wouldnât be). wincing your eyes closed, hands buried between your own legs, you pictured his moist, dampened face, sticky with sweat that chased down his backside.
you wanted to tire him, to test his limits. you stalked him more or less everyday, peeking behind the bleachers to watch him practice. you knew what he could take, how far he could be pushed and shoved before the force became entirely too brutal and knocked the wind out of him.
sometimes the thoughts of him became overbearing. you couldnât sleep because of him, falling behind in your classes because you couldnât think of any that didnât concern him. too much time was invested on keeping an eye on him during practice and following him on his way home. just to make sure he was safe, of course.
not that he had anything to worry about, though that wasnât your definition of keeping him safe. any girls that dared deter him, even breathe in his general direction, you perceived as threats that needed to be eliminated.
you just had to fall for a popular guy. he was well-liked for a reason, and it went beyond his undeniably good looks. the charisma he wielded in the palm of his hands, how he dominated the whole court. the golden player, you thought with whimsical hope, pining. it was the title heâd been dubbed for obvious reasons.
nevertheless, he would always be your hyuckie. more often than not, it didnât always register within you quickly when those around you referred to him as haechan, because he was so much more than that to you. nobody would ever understand the life youâd already crafted together in your brain, revolving utterly around him. where he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.
nobody could tell you that he wasnât reading your letters, even if you never saw it in real time to be certain. because when his eyes flitted around during practice as you discreetly kept yours fixed to his frame, when he glanced over his shoulder while he took the journey home, you knew it was because he was uneasy. almost as if he could feel you watching.Â
haechan could feel you watching.
he couldnât see you, he couldnât be sure who exactly you were, but he knew you were there somewhere. it was a gut feeling that sickened him almost too frequently.
it started during practice, the final preparations for the nightâs game. during said game that night, the wrenching in his gut only intensified. you were there, obviously, like you never failed to be. antsy, haechan struggled to keep himself together during the match, but nobody wouldâve ever guessed from simply looking.
nobody except you. youâd learned to recognize him in the distraught that was natural around you, as if it was his bodyâs self-preservation instincts.
still, he talked to you for the first time that night. rosĂ© evidently knew of your more than little crush on haechan, though she was none the wiser to how desperately you needed a fix. she thought it was an innocent fondness. your impromptu trick (unfortunately) thrusted rosĂ© and jaehyun into a relationship, and when it became known to him that you had the hots for his teammate, he didnât wait a second to introduce you to each other.
to your shock, it was a pleasantly good first encounter. haechan still felt the nerves, but reduced them to post-game jitters, something he made up solely to feel comfortable again.
it wasnât like you were the secret admirer or stalker, or whatever weirdo that was obsessed with him. for lack of a better word, you were just so normal-looking.
you didnât at all seem like how he imagined a debatably batshit stalker to be. haechan thought you were pretty and amusing, matched his personality like youâd met in a past life. haechan had seen you before, you were besties with one of the most popular girls on campus and his captainâs crush, but he never thought he would enjoy your company.
that was how it all began. you talked for weeks, not leaving without each otherâs numbers. when he wasnât looking, you pinched yourself over and over, wondering if you were dreaming. you knew that you would click. you knew that you were fated to be together.Â
as annoying as it was to admit, you actually owed jaehyun. heâd done you a massive favor. though, when you remembered that you were the sole reason he was even dating rosĂ© in the first place, you considered yourself even. nevermind that it was an inadvertent mistake.
you spent many nights on the phone with haechan. given that youâd commited yourself to learning everything there was to know about him already, you came prepared with more than a handful of facts, though you pretended not to know so that you could impress him. chess, not checkers, you thought smugly to yourself, noticing the envious glares of multiple girls when you walked hand in hand with haechan.
you were winning. and you couldnât believe it. but just when you were starting to have a taste of sweet, sweet victory, your self-restraint crumbled.
youâd been waiting too long. something needed to be done to satiate all the carnal energies running rampant through your veins, and it was no secret what the cure was.
haechan could feel that borderline debilitating sensation stirring in his gut again. it was like a shiver chilling its way down his spine, an itch that he just couldnât shake.
to make matters even stranger, he was alone in his apartment.
or so he thought. midnight loomed over the night sky, thick clouds draped over probably bright stars. they stared back at him, just outside his bedroom window that heâd forgotten to draw the curtains of.
haechan had that habit, you noticed. men typically didnât have to worry about the same things that women did, locking their car doors at gas stations and looking over their shoulders when they walked alone at night. it was so naive of him to believe he would ever truly be safe.
then again, you were only as dangerous as he allowed you to be.
checking his phone, haechan noted that he missed a call from you, having fallen asleep nearly the second he stepped out of the shower. practice was long and rough; his muscles were sore. he had wanted nothing more than to collapse on the nearest flat surface.
for whatever reason, he dialed you back. he remembered you mentioning that you would be up all night, catching up on some classwork you never explained why you were behind on and he never asked, but he also felt safer when he heard your voice. the letters stopped shortly after he started talking to you and that idiotically wasnât suspicious to him. he was making this all too easy.
your voice sounded a little surprised. âhello?â
âhey,â haechan said, voice raspy from drowsiness. âbad time?â
âno, never,â was what you said, because you were always down to talk, though needless to say, the call took you by surprise.
haechan thought nothing of it. he assumed you were working and didnât expect a call this late. âsorry for missing your call. i passed out after i came back from practice.â
âitâs fine, hyuckie. i promise. i understand,â you crooned sweetly. you saw how hard he worked and you respected it.
âokay, cool,â haechan replied, heaving a breath of relief. then it hit him - that nickname and where heâd heard it before, and his heart stopped. âwait, what did you just call me?â
you swore under your breath, realizing that youâd officially blown your cover. you could have played it off, could have played dumb and innocently pretended not to know, but that shipped sailed the second haechan heard your cursing from his hallway.
haechan sat up, speaking your name. âwhy are you in my apartment?â
the call disconnected. haechanâs stomach was beset with unease, knots taut. somewhere entangled in the attraction to you was the inescapable feeling that you werenât safe.
all haechan could hear for a moment was his own ragged breathing. there was no sign of you. no footsteps, no breathing. it wouldâve been in his best interest to stand to his feet, or maybe just call the police, given that youâd somehow broken in. but maybe he underestimated just how threatening you were.
because when the doors suddenly burst open, there you stood, holding a gun in your hand.
âsit down,â you commanded when you noticed him abruptly stand. aiming the gun a little higher, you persisted, âi said, sit down!â
âokay, okay. iâm sitting,â haechan replied, dropping back against his sheets.
you took long, quick strides towards his bed, holding the weapon squarely at his brain while you emptied your pockets and cuffed him down. it was a graceless, clumsy exploit. for whatever reason, haechan watched you struggle, when it wouldâve been his greatest opportunity to escape.
after a moment of struggling to cuff him with one hand to spare, the other too occupied with the gun directed towards his head, you leaned back to admire your handiwork. haechan didnât even notice that youâd straddled him until you rocked a little, swallowing his apprehension with one gulp.
haechan released a shaky breath, calling out your name again. âwhat are you doing?â
âthe obvious,â was all you said.
âitâs you.â haechanâs mind was ablaze with thought, remembering how youâd tortured him for all these weeks endlessly. âyouâre the stalker.â
âiâm not just any old fucking stalker, hyuckie,â you hissed, bristling at that word. it distanced you from him. it belittled the connection sparked to life between the two of you. âiâm your lover. donât you see?â
his lover of a long time. he never noticed you before, how youâd prance behind him in high school during your free time, surrendering your lunch time to watch him play around with his friends. how you always made sure there was a spare pencil on his desk in middle school, because he frequently got scolded for never remembering to bring one.Â
youâd watched him turn into a beautiful young man over the years, but haechan never spared you a glance, not until you were forced to be slightly relevant in his life. you were sick and tired of being ignored. you were at the end of your tether, a lifetime of pining culminating in destruction.Â
haechanâs head hung low, like he wasnât even paying attention to you. it made your blood boil, rage and loathing seeping throbbing in your chest. âlook at me!â you screamed. âwhy wonât you look at me?â
haechan, heart thumping violently, lifted his head to make eye contact with you. tears stung your eyes, reddening them. âyou arenât who i thought you were,â he whispered.
the audacity on this boy. âdonât you dare treat yourself like a fucking victim,â you snarled, seething. âthis wasnât a secret. not for us. i can tell from how you looked at me that deep down inside, you knew. our brains know the truth.â
haechan shook his head. âwhat are you talking about?â
âyou could have easily snatched the gun out my hands and pushed me off. iâm not superwoman. but you didnât, you didnât do anything, because you knew what you wanted,â you responded, frantic, almost like you were deluding yourself.
but you werenât - not this time. haechan sensed that something was off about you and still continued to talk to you. he watched you struggle, when it wouldâve taken nothing for an athlete like him to throw you off, to overpower you and render you defenseless.
âi donâtâŠ,â haechan trailed.Â
âyou do,â you sneered, vicious. âand you arenât going to ruin our moment together just because you donât want to admit it, hyuckie. you donât know how long iâve wanted this. how long iâve worked to this.â
you threw the gun aside, because it was never loaded in the first place, and you couldnât fathom ever hurting him. it was strictly to keep him pliant, to make sure that he didnât ruin the moment. youâd been planning this for ages. youâd be damned if you let it deviate in any way from the plan etched into your brain.
shifting your attention to what you were really after, you allowed your hands to wander up his thighs, pulling at his boxers. haechanâs eyes widened with panic. âstop,â he told you, fretful.
what made the moment even more bizarre to haechan was that you merely giggled. ârelax, hyuckie,â you crooned, at least in your head reassuring. âiâll go slow, i promise. i really want to savor our first time forever. make it something weâll never forget.â
haechanâs alarm only strengthened.Â
when you grew tired of his frequent protests, you blew out an irritated breath and grabbed the ducktape that had fallen from your jacket pockets, dangling it in his face as you threatened, âkeep bitching and iâll have to shut you up. i donât want that and i know you donât want it either.â
haechan quieted, pinching his lips together. he was in no place to deny you.
you removed his underwear, revealing his soft cock, although that was an easy fix. gently gripping his cock in your palm, you began to fist him to life, a sensitive little sigh breaking out of him at the first touch of your supple hand.
the whiplash haechan was getting was jarring and he felt nothing short of conflicted. on the one hand, you were his daring stalker, the one sending him dubious letters alongside the inappropriate clothing and used sex items. he shouldâve darted the second he had a chance. but on the other, he found himself genuinely starting to grow attached to you, and you seemingly knew what to do with your hands.
in a matter of moments, haechan was very much hard, and it was much simpler than you wouldâve thought to get him up, all things considered. all it took was squeezing his balls a little.
you were eyeing him like a predator and it made haechan feel justifiably uncomfortable. many nights were spent with a thick toy stuffed between your legs in lieu of his stiff cock, your eyes fluttering closed, with you moaning his name as you imagined you were riding the soul out of him. the same toys you would send to him, showing him just how badly heâd ruined you.
none of it was in vain. you finally had the real deal right in front of you, cock as thick and delicious as you imagined it to be, and the sight was mouth-watering.
you grabbed haechanâs jaw, correcting his gaze, and said assertively, âeyes on me.â
it was very pleasing when he obeyed, keeping his eyes fixed to your frame as you undressed. underneath the thick jacket youâd worn to stuff all of your supplies, you were sporting nothing but a racy set of lingerie.
haechan visibly gulped and you giggled, never bothering to cloak yourself amusement. just like he couldnât cloak his desire, no matter how much he balked. âdo you like it, hyuckie?â you asked, cocking your head. âi wore it just for you.â
as of right now, it wouldâve been in his best interest to tell you what you wanted to hear. that was what this was all about. you were claiming this moment as a rendezvous between lovers, even if haechan didnât quite reciprocate your feelings, and you wanted him to feed into your delusions.
but it helped that you were stunning, and if youâd done this the normal way, haechan probably wouldâve voluntarily slept with you. he mustered the courage to speak, âyouâre gorgeous.â
âdonât flatter me,â you joked, glancing to the mattress as you giggled, playing coy. âwell, if you like it so much, then i guess iâll keep it on.â
like he was shy or something, haechan just nodded his head to show that he understood.
though it was you that had terrified him out of speaking in the first place, you prodded him on, asking, âdo you want to touch me, hyuckie?â
âtouch you how?â haechan knew the answer, it was obvious at this point, but he was reluctant.Â
again, you giggled, twinkling with mischief. you freed one of his hands and grabbed it, slipping it right under your panties, and made a noise when you felt his warmth against your aroused, aching core. âsee, iâm so wet for you,â you whispered, sticking his hand back out and bringing his fingers to his lip. âtaste.â
it did haechan no good to refuse you of what you wanted, so he opened his mouth, sucking your arousal off of his own fingers.Â
you watched him attentively. âdo i taste good?â
when he nodded, the brightest smile slipped onto your lips. for the longest time, youâd imagined riding his face into oblivion, but that would have to be scheduled for another time. right now, you wanted to ride his cock.
without a second thought, you grabbed haechanâs cock in your hand, slipping your panties to the side just enough so that you could sink down on his size. you moaned immediately, and so did haechan, his lips parted.
something about his cock just scratched something in your brain. he was much warmer than the dildos you played make-believe with, and a little thicker, too. you took your sweet, precious time to sink down on him completely, going slow and steady because you wanted to linger in the heat of him.
haechan was wallowing in the kneading warmth of your tight pussy way too much to realize that you hadnât even thought of a condom. all of the little things you brought for this sexcapade, from the duct tape to the gun, and not a single condom was in sight.
âyou know, iâve been saving myself for you,â you confessed, staring haechan plain in the eye.Â
knowing just how committed you were to making a life with him through haechan for a loop. âyou did?â he asked.
âwhy are you surprised? havenât you been reading my letters?â you questioned, grinning. your heart was warm and there was nothing that could be done to undo your ecstasy. âiâll never want anyone as much as i want you, hyuckie. thereâs no point in other guys. i only see you.â
if this situation had unfolded any differently, your feelings and devotion would be something haechan was lucky enough to have, but he knew your true, reckless nature. it wasnât romantic and it wasnât beautiful, not like you thought it was inside of your head. it was creepy and it was off-putting, and you were a threat.
but you had been blind to reality for so long that you didnât realize how unlawful your behavior really was, and if you did realize, you didnât care. you were numbed by love, driven by fear of losing the love of your life to an undeserving whore.
leaning to grab the tiny little key perched on his nightstand, you decided haechan had earned to have his other hand uncuffed, though it was really because you wanted him to touch you. you grabbed his wrists, guiding his hands flat against your hips, and told him to keep them there.
even though haechan wanted to be terrified, and part of him was exactly that, he couldnât deny that he was enamored with how your pussy squeezed him for dear life. you heard the little noises of his that filled the air, the desperate, shaky moans, and knew what he wanted.
all you ever wanted was for the longing to be mutual and at least, how it occurred to you in your mind, you were finally starting to get what you always wanted. it drove you crazy, hearing those pitched whines of your name from his own mouth.
heâs going to be mine forever. iâll make sure of it, came your raging thoughts, and though they warred endlessly over him, your whole being agreed on one thing.
lee donghyuck belonged to you, and anyone who dared try to steal what was rightfully yours would be eradicated by any means necessary.
âi love you so much,â you admitted, even though it wasnât a secret. you had poured out your heart to him through your letters, but the heat and passion of the sex made you even more vulnerable. âitâs okay you donât feel the same way right now, because you will. one day, youâll love me so much, you wonât even think of another girl.â
haechan said nothing, maybe blocking out your crazy rambles, maybe it was all white noise to him. what you did know, though, was that he couldnât escape the undiscriminating reins of temptation. you felt how he tried to match your thrusts, grinding his cock into your pussy from below. he mightâve hated how crazy you were, but he loved how you gushed around his cock.
through the misty haze of pleasure, everything else failed to matter. he could only think with his dick, about how you were pulsing around him, the sweet sounds your pussy made as it wrapped around him with all the desire a human could possess.
you could feel his quick, hot breaths, practically hear his heart begging for a break. his face was flushed, warm and red all over, his hair sticking to his face. sweaty moisture was inescapable, cooling down his back and up his face. your attention was fixed to his plush lips, though, wanting to kiss them desperately.
and that was exactly what you did. you anchored yourself on his shoulders, pressing your lips to haechanâs mouth as you continued to bounce on his perfect, thick cock, wanting to suck the very last breath out of him. haechan didnât fight it, because in the heat of the moment, when tangled in the highs of sex, the windows of judgment were far too cloudy.
you hated that you could feel that fever in your gut already, though from the looks of it, you werenât alone in your need for climax. haechanâs hips moved quicker, ravenous. he needed to cum like he needed air to breathe, and that was exactly what you wanted. if he depended on you, he would never need anybody else ever again.
whatever haechan wanted, you were willing to give to him, even if it meant going to the ends of the earth and back. because you needed him too, and you would never truly be happy until you had him right where you wanted him, wrapped around your finger.
his face tensed with pleasure, his hold on your hips getting increasingly tighter as he chased orgasm. he was practically doing all of the heavy-lifting for you, a slave to his temptations, just like every other man youâd ever met. i know all of your strengths, hyuckie, you crooned in your head. but i know all of your shortcomings, too. theyâre what make you so human.
âfuck,â haechan whined, defeat heavy on his face. âiâm so close, fuck. iâm gonna cum.â
i know you are. you reached for his hand, begging, âcum with me, hyuckie. please. please, please, please.â
haechan slipped his fingers through yours, overcome by the warmth stretching through his body and tensing his muscles. he couldnât think properly, not through the blinding mist of satisfaction.
and the two of you came just like that, hand in hand, moving your hips in a true, desperate sync that only lovers would ever know. you whined that name while haechan cried out yours, neither of you stopping in your tracks until the fog passed. haechanâs warm, plentiful cum filled your cunt, your spasming pussy milking him for every bit.
you couldnât think of a time where youâd been more thrilled. youâd just lost your virginity to the only man youâd ever loved, and the only man you would ever love, and it was like heaven. you were in love with that gone fucking stare in his eyes, no thought or soul behind them.
you grinned with contentment. you did that. you broke that out of him.Â
even after the high started to fade, you didnât want to move off of his softening cock, keeping all of his cum buried there for a minute. you gazed to haechan, a pleading gleam in your stare as you whispered, âi donât want you to leave me.â
haechan blinked, starting to sober. all his apprehensions came back the second he realized what heâd done. he called out your name, attempting to let you down gently, âlisten, youâre, uh⊠great and all. this was great. but...â
you faked a pout, because you werenât completely an idiot. you saw this coming. even giving haechan the best sex of his life wouldnât make him fall in love with you. you cut him off, âare you really going to abandon your own baby, hyuckie? even if you do, itâs okay, because iâll always carry a piece of you⊠inside me.â
there was a smug, sly smile on your lips. even the pleasure of the sex couldnât rival the satisfaction of watching the realization dawn on his face.
oh, hyuckie, you sighed to yourself. youâre a fool if you thought you were getting rid of me that easily.
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7 minutes | huh yunjin
A/N: first post on this blog! hope you enjoy :)đ i proofread like once itâs been a min LOL
PAIRING: yunjin x reader
GENRE: smut, fluff, angst
WARNINGS: afab!reader, yunjin!reader, crying, oral, fingering, squirting, nipple play (?), kissing, begging, yunjin is nervous abt expressing her feelings đ«¶đŸ
WORD COUNT: 1.6K
âthis party is so boringâ yunjin sighed, placing her head on your shoulder.
âIt was your idea to come?â she sighed again âi know.. donât remind meâ you chuckled at her pouty expression wrapping your arm around her.
âYou wanna leave? go to my place?â Your question made Yunjin sit up and look at you.
âGo to your place to do what?â your face dropped not meaning anything crazy just simply wanting to watch a movie.
âI-I donât know? watch TVââ
âI'm teasing y/n.â
She smiled, grabbing your hand. The two of you headed towards the door getting stopped by a giggly chaewon. Yunjin snatched her hand away from you once she approached the both of you. Of course. You and Yunjin werenât a couple (yet..you thought) but the tension between you was definitely known. She liked to flirt with you and be under you when no one was around but when you got around crowds or even school she tried her best to keep her distance from you.
As much as you loved her you were getting really sick of her playing around with you and your feelings. You were starting to come to the conclusion it was best if you two just stayed friends.
âWeâre about to play seven minutes in heaven! come join usâ chaewon cheered, dragging you both to the living room before you could protest. You sat across from Yunjin watching as she sat by Heeseung clutching onto his arm. You raised an eyebrow at her actions genuinely getting pissed at the way she laughed at whatever he whispered in her ear. You didnât even notice Jake had spinned the bottle until the circle let out âooohâsâ making you look to see who it landed on. You and Yunjin. âNo fucking wayâ Jake chuckled eyeing the both of you.
âOh come on itâs not like you guys havenât kissedâ Chaewon chirped in the group of people laughing along.
Yunjin began to laugh. âAre you kidding? No way iâm kissing y/n s-sheâs a girlâ
Itâs like the laughter grew louder after Yunjinâs comment. You watched as everyone laughed, making your face hot and eyes burn from the tears threatening to fall. You got up from the circle heading up the stairs trying to find any empty room you can cry and pout in. Why was Yunjin acting like this? Why did she care so much what people thought about the two of you possibly being together? You didnât understand.
When you finally got to an empty room you plopped down on the bed taking a deep breath. Only sitting up when the door opened, Yunjin poked her head in.
âThere you are,â she smiled. âI told them I was just coming up here to find you! letâs go finish the gamââ
you snatched your hand away from her yunjin giving you a puzzled look. âFuck you and that stupid fucking gameâ
âWhat?â
âWhy do you care so much what they think about us? Are you embarrassed to be seen out with me? Too scared to be with a girl huh?â Yunjin could barely process what was happening. Where is this all coming from?
âI-I thought you liked me⊠I thought you wanted to date meâ you mumbled out looking down at your feet blinking your tears away. Yunjin didnât respond. She just stood there fidgeting with her fingers trying to think of something, anything, to explain how sheâs feeling. To explain how she feels about you. But itâs like she couldnât. She felt frozen. Stuck.
You wiped your tears scoffing at the dead silence from her. âIâm done with this bullshitâ you went to stand up Yunjin stopping you from getting up. Tears pricking out the corner of her eyes.
âI-I donât know what iâm feelingâ she breathed out. âIâve never felt this way about anyone before ever and itâs scaryâ
she sniffled looking down at her hands. âIâm not.. embarrassed of you I'm justâ I donât know what iâm doing or how to handle my emotionsâ she paused.
âBut I do know that I like you and i canât lose you y/nâ
you wiped the tears from her puffy face smiling at how cute she looks. âyouâll never lose meâ
Yunjin gave you a warm smile back, grabbing you by the shirt to pull you into a kiss. You placed each hand on the side of her face so you can deepen it, your lips moving in sync. Yunjin placed her hands on your chest pushing you back until you laid flat on the bed, yunjin hovering over you.
Hands feeling up on your body, fingers grazing over your tummy making you shiver. Kissing on your neck making you bite your lip as she nipped at the skin her kisses slowly traveling down your body. You sucked in a breath when she kissed your stomach then your hips. You couldnât help but whine when she squeezed at your thighs pressing a kiss to your clothed cunt. Yunjin smiled at the way you squirmed.
âyouâre soaking babyâ she kissed at your wet spot, another whine leaving your lips. âYunjin pleaseâ you pleaded, feeling impatient with the way she was teasing you.
Pulling your skirt and panties off in one swift movement tossing them somewhere in the room scooting you closer to her putting your legs on her shoulders. You could feel her breath fanning over your cunt feeling yourself getting even wetter. Gasping once you felt her tongue on your clit hands immediately grabbing her hair.
She squeezed at your thighs as she continued to abuse your clit, your back slightly arching off the bed.
âYunjinâ fuckâ you moaned tossing your head back feeling hee fuck you with her tongue fingers coming up to rub at your clit. you were squirming like crazy from the stimulation yunjin stopping to look up at you
âyou gotta be still babyâ you shook your head as she sucked on your clit again. âI-I canât!â you stuttered out lifting your shirt up to play with your nipple wetting them with your fingers. You felt that familiar knot in your stomach, your breathing becoming unsteady.
âYunjin please right thereâ iâm so closeâ you moaned, grabbing her hair. Yunjin tongue flicked back and forth at your clit making your back arch slightly off the bed. fuck- iâm cumming iâm cumming!â you whined out grinding on her tongue as you cum. You pushed her away when you started to get sensitive pulling her up to kiss you.
The kiss was long and sloppy moaning as you tasted yourself on her tongue. You could feel Yunjin grinding herself into you as the kiss continued to get heated.
âLay backâ you mumbled between kisses yunjin wasting no time getting under you chasing for your lips again. Undoing her jeans with one hand, yunjin helps you pull them down far enough to get to where she needs you. Running a finger up and down her entrance gasping at her wetness. You pushed two fingers in her cunt pumping them in and out of her slowly. Yunjin hips begin to move against your hand trying to make you go faster, your pace painfully slow.
âY/nâplease give me moreâ she kept her eyes closed, arms wrapped around your neck. âYeah? You want more? Look at me.â She pulled back, biting at her lip cheeks turning red as she looked at you.
âWant more pleaseâ her voice was barely above a whisper.
âNeed another finger pleaseâ you felt yourself getting wet again from her words. Pushing a third finger in watching her gasp and slightly arch her back.
âoh fuck!â she whimpered, grabbing your face to kiss you as you fingered her cunt. âFeels so goodâ please donât stop,â she moaned in your mouth. You fingered her a bit faster biting your lip at the way your fingers fucked her.
âf-feel so full..â she whined resting her forehead against yours âyeah? you like feeling full?â she whimpered again, nodding.
âlove your fingers so muchâ iâm so fucking closeâ yunjin failed to kiss you back as you picked up your pace fingers going faster hearing her wetness. she rested her forehead against yours eyes trying to stay open, closing once she felt that familiar knot in her lower belly.
âi-iâm gonnaâŠâ she started mouth falling open as she cums soaking the sheets and your hand as she squirts. Letting whines and high pitch squeals as she rides out her orgasm. She slowly stopped bucking her hips on your fingers, shaking when you pulled your fingers out. Leaving a smack to her clit watching her squirm
You kissed her lips again rubbing at her clit yunjin stopping you âm sensitiveâ she mumbled making you smile.
You let her lay on your chest as she calms down. The room filled with silence, the only noise being the music from the party that you both long forgot about. Yunjin broke the silence first
âWill you be my girlfriend?â you looked down at her yunjin rubbing your side.
âSeriously?â Yunjin sat up looking at you. âSeriouslyâ
You smiled nodding. âI would love thatâ
Yunjin gave you a big smile in return, kissing your lips. The both of you got up to get dressed looking back at the bed tilting your head to the side.
âYou made a messâ this poor dudes bedâ
Yunjin punched your shoulder playfully âsorry you made me feel goodâ you kissed her temple wrapping your arm around her waist.
âLetâs go to your place now iâm tired and wanna cuddle my new girlfriendâ she winked pulling you out the room.
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