#donghuyck x reader

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haechan texting his partner after an argument

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[diorcities]

moon boy

pairing: haechan x fem!reader, afab!reader.

genre: fluff, smut.

content: breast groping, multiple orgasms, oral sex, breeding kink, unprotected sex, haechan overstim himself, lazy sex overall. enjoy !

an: hbd to my beloved @djxia0 ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡

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margaret atwood was right when she said «i exist in two places. here, and where you are» whenever your boyfriend was out of town. finding yourself looking for parallels of you in every romance. smelling fragrances that remind you of him. sounds. music. movies. books. overthinking. does he also remind you when he sees things? smiling for no reason other than your name showing up on his mind.

it's almost impossible not to look at him. his face calm, asleep peacefully beside you. the same hands that pinned you on the bed while making love to you after what felt like years away from each other, now lie lazily on your back, locking you in his chest, which slowly rises and falls. half-open fleshy lips, which make you want to kiss. a knot of limbs from the waist down.

you lose track of time. hours pass. minutes. or perhaps seconds until his eyes open, first waking up from his sleep, and then he watches you. he gives you a tired smile, before securing the grip and drawing you further towards him. “creepy woman,” he says, leaving a kiss on your forehead. “what you mean?” you ask, trying to play it cool. he hums. “you really have to love me to stare at me while i sleep.” little did you know that he did the same when you were sleeping a few minutes ago.

“i'm just afraid that someone will come and take you while i sleep.” he stops stretching his muscles to look at you, his hands caressing the skin on your arm. “i won't go anywhere.” haechan kisses you passionately, his lazy tongue playfully teasing yours. deepening the kiss as he hover over you, your hands go to his cheeks, while you melt at his caresses. feeling an entire galaxy explode within you. gently biting his puffy lips, trying to encapsulate the moment and make it infinite. he breaks the kiss and looks at you, searching for any other insecurity, but these have faded. “can you breathe with my weight on you?” he asks. nodding, you wish he knows that it's the only way to breathe you know.

your eyes move to the clock on the bedside table. he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, spreading small kisses on your skin. you haven't dressed since the last time you made love. your skins touch each other unscrupulously, feeling each other's warmth. caressing each part already explored. knowing each other's favorite spots. tracing paths on his back, wide and soft, hearing him sigh with pleasure. “would like to eat now?” you ask after minutes of comfortable silence. he hums in agreement. “some pasta?” you suggest, feeling him shake his head. “what, then?.” he comes out of hiding, and looks at you. eyes gleaming and hinting something you don't take long to guess.

haechan smiles drowsily, before kissing you carefully. he leaves short, deep kisses on your lips, more and more sloppy, until he slides his mouth down your jaw and down. his head is lost under the covers, as he leaves a path of kissing to your crotch. you move the fabric away in one movement, wanting to get drunk from the view. “you look so heavenly right now, honey,” he states, watching your breathing increase. “let me have a taste of you, i bet you taste just like you look.”

a lash of pure euphoria invades you when his tongue licks your folds, before feeling it in your clitoris, rocking it up and down. silky. tasting you. when he hums with bliss on the exposed skin, it sends electrical currents to your senses. his hands hold your legs open while delighting in your taste, eventually going to your breasts, rubbing his thumb on your nipples and cupping them in his hands as his tongue twirl and lick you like a starved man. bobbing his head, and moving it from one side to another as he can't get enough of you. hands pulling his hair when he hits just where you want it. “there, hyuck...” you breathe, “there.” while blinking and moaning, letting him know how good he was eating you out. feeling your mind blurring, and your heart beating erratically.

you gasp for air. “oh, h-hyck,” he delights every time you pronounce his name. he swears it's the most beautiful sound in the world. your body shakes when he sucks gently, back arching and toe-curling, raising your legs on his shoulders, revealing a now reachable area that his tongue soon attacks. your hands make the sheets fists when the pleasure is unbearable, when your muscles tense and relax again as the sweet ecstasy bathes you whole. haechan enjoys the view of you, drinking your naked body and the few love marks he made in the previous encounters, before hovering over you. his weight is distributed in one hand next to your head, while his is buried in your neck.

you receive him by rubbing his back, pulling him to you, and leaving little kisses on his shoulders. his available hand caresses your hips and thighs, and his lips spread love in all the areas he can reach. he does it until he gets tired, and then, brushes his length at your entrance. your excitement causes it to slip into you with ease, gently. wanting to drink and feel every stimulus, every reaction of your bodies to coming together. “so pretty, moaning my name,” he praises you, “so fucked. shit, i'd love to breed you.”

“push it all inside,” you plead, aching for him. “so greedy.” you bring your hands to his butt and push him in. a high-pitched moan leaves his lips, as his length buries deeper in your pussy. a giggle full of pleasure runs through you that ends in a whimper. you bite your lip, wrapping your legs around his waist as he adjusts in the proper position before starting to penetrate you. he takes his pace, feeling you take him so well. he thinks he's going to lose his mind if you keep moaning like that. with slow, deep strokes that drives you crazy.

his hands seek yours, interlacing your fingers with his. lips going to lips. soft moans filling the air as he pumps you just right. legs trembling on either side of his hips, bringing him closer, causing him to grind against you, rocking his cock side to side, and up and down inside you, stimulating forgotten areas that make you twitch under his weight. he has always known how to find those spots, make you feel this good. possessing the perfect size to fill you, to light fireworks in your chest.

his moans are melody to your ears, caressing his hair, letting him use you as he pleases. hearing him struggle to keep the pace, because it's so hard when you're wailing in his ear and throbbing like that around his stimulated cock. no stamina left. both drained from past encounters. fucking each other senseless. yet not able to stop until you have the last essence of the other. until the sky runs out of stars.

haechan seeks your gaze. making eye contact, you bathe in the warmth of his brown eyes, like taking a shot of espresso on a rainy morning. like melted chocolate. as love would feel. burning and blooming inside out as the climax devours and leaves only quivers that shake your whole body. haechan curses. “where do you want it?” he wants to know. he holds it until you answer “inside.” resulting in spasms that shake his body as he releases inside you. filling you with his hot cum, until he empties himself. he keeps rocking his hips into you while pretty whimpers falls from his lips. even though you're still drunk from your high, you can't help but tighten the grip on his waist, and let him fuck you again. “fuck,” he says with a raspy moan.

he can't have enough of you. you both can't have enough of each other. and he's been far from you for so long, that your high arrives just by grinding into each other. your body quivers due to the euphoria draining you completely, while you sense haechan's legs trembling, “o-oh fuck, love.” yet he doesn't stop. when he gets up to lock eyes with you, you catch his face contracted in an unbearable look, with furrowed eyebrows and eyes glossy, thrusting you with a sloppy pace. his breathing, ragged and uneven, let out drawn-out groans. forehead creased and cheeks painted with the prettiest shade of pink. “you're so beautiful,” you whisper, “cum in me, hyuck.” you push him in with your hands, and it's the only thing that takes him to finally reach his climax.

you trap him in your embrace until his seed starts to come out of you along with your arousal, unwrapping your legs so he can slide out of you once he passes his high, resting his length on your stomach.

“give me a minute, baby, i physically can't move right now,” he states, dropping all his weight on you, nuzzling his nose in your neck. lips awkwardly leaving small, wet kisses. “just absorbing how good you felt.” his hand rubs circles on your thigh while he hums, melting under the caresses that your fingers leave on his scalp. a minute passes and haechan doesn't move. “hyuck, love,” you call his name softly, but there's no answer.

he has fallen asleep again.

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more texts with roommate haechan

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pet name lover haechan with a partner who still uses his name

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more flirty roommates to borderline lovers texts with haechan

requested! a bit more suggestive & serious tones in some convos 😵‍💫

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clingy bf haechan texting his workaholic partner

experimenting with the text format.. be nice there’s kinda no plot just vibes LOL

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chaotic & accidental workplace confessions with idol haechan

requested! mentions of falling stage lights and minor injuries (scratches)

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roommate haechan (kind of) comforting reader when they feel insecure

*gasp* and they were roommates.. & they avoid their romantic feelings.. again!

WARNINGS mentions of physical insecurities, but are unspecified

AUTHOR’S NOTE just wanted to add that accepting your insecurities may be a non-linear process; be gentle with urself when your progress doesn’t seem to look like everyone else’s 🫂

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[diorcities]

strawberries & cigarettes — teaser.

pairing: haechan x reader.

genre: angst, smut.

content: high school au, enemies to lovers, boyband haechan, they're on a play, there the mention of shakespeare, haechan's a dick, reader's a dick, a lot of cussing, jisung's a sweetheart. lowercase on purpose.

summary: the school's play is in two days and you're running out of time to put everything together since your known enemy lee haechan decided that the rehearsal day was the perfect day to release a launch party for his new album.

taglist: open — closed

a/n: i plan to write 15k words for this fic (at best) and release it once it's done. i need to clarify that this is a draft from one of the novels that i'm currently writing in spanish. so this is basically a piece of that. let me know any misspelled word or bad grammar!! <3

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“yn, what are you doing here?” jeno looked at you quite confused when you approached him. like being at a teen party was one of the last places he'd find you. honestly, he was right. “ah, i don't know,” you muttered, exaggerating each word. “perhaps looking for answers as to why my characters are at a party and not in the auditorium.” you watched jeno nod slowly, though he didn't look at all guilty of that recrimination. “i apologize,” he said, “but since you're here, you can stay. i'll make sure to dedicate one of our songs to you as a form of apology.” and you would have given in at that moment and place, except for one: you didn't like rock, and two: someone caught jeno's attention.

“hey, jeno!” you froze hearing someone call romeo through the music. jeno waved to some point behind you, coincidentally, where you had seen haechan start a conversation with a couple of girls talking a few seconds ago. “this isn't over, romeo,” you threatened, ready to leave before discovering if the person coming your way was your enemy haechan.

as you turned, fleeing, your face was stamped on a smooth, yet hard surface. you caressed your nose, looking up at the rest of the chest with which you hit your septum, meeting a pair of eyes that seemed to drop sparkles. “oh shit, are you okay?” he asked, looking concerned. “wonderfully,” you hissed. the boy stood up with a spasm, “i'm really sorry.” sure he does. he looked at you, longer than usual, before reacting as if he had remembered something. “wait, romeo?” he suddenly asked, pointing at jeno, looking for an answer.

“mmm…” jeno nodded, “we're in the drama club,” he explained. the star-eyed boy whistled, “and i guess you're juliet," he said, in your direction. “you guessed wrong,” you murmured. even though that answer would have been enough to stop people from talking to you, the boy found it funny. his laugh was heard above the music, and therefore, jeno started laughing too. and consequently to that, you too. “she's our director,” jeno explained. the boy nodded several times, weighing the black-haired boy's words. “impressive,” he said at the end, “that's like…” he added, using his hands to simulate an imaginary ladder, raising his hand above his head, “very impressive. my congratulations.”.

“thanks,” you replied, suddenly feeling weird. no one had reacted like that. as if they took for granted that it was obvious it was impressive. the starboy shrugged, like it was nothing. as if it was easy for him to flatter people spontaneously. “wait, if you're the director, that would make you…”.

“shakespeare,” you said in unison. genuinely smiling was not common for you. you could notice it; jeno had to look at you twice to make sure that you were indeed smiling. on the other hand, starboy…, he must have thought that you smiled often, and that you went to parties every day, and that jeno was your friend. would he still talk to you if he knew the truth? “have you seen renjun?” you asked jeno, remembering why you had come. you watched him think before his gaze was lost in the ocean of people. his eyes widening slightly as he found something in the crowd. he then pointed his finger behind the star-eyed boy, and your gaze followed the route, until you fell on renjun, talking to haechan, a few meters from you.

and as if your gaze could feel, haechan returned your gaze, at first absentmindedly. without recognizing you, until you could mentally feel how his brain went to work and alerted him to look a second time. remembering him that you weren't allowed to his party. however, you reacted automatically faster than him. grabbing the boy by the shoulder, he instinctively leaned forward, within reach. your face moving closer to his, lips going to his lips.

first, there was no reaction. just his lips brushing against yours. your body completely tense from having been so close to finding benvolio. when a sudden movement caused your thoughts to shut up. the boy's lips began to move on top of yours.

he was kissing you.

your hands still on his shoulders, and his hand going to one of them, taking it together and guiding it to his neck, before sliding out of your hand, onto your shoulder, resting on your back. drawing you closer.

his eyelashes tickling your cheeks. and his lips, soft, kissing yours. slowly. your head tilting to the sides when you changed position. the spell of a kiss being broken without warning, when his lips moved away from yours. and your eyes widening quickly, to see haechan take him by the shoulder and pull him away from you. and finally, his murderous gaze falling on you.

haechan shot jeno a look before taking your arm and dragging you towards the exit. you tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but the boy was pretty strong, and his grip was pretty hard on your arm. “i can find the way out on my own, idiot,” you hissed, trying to get rid of him to no avail. “you're an asshole, haechan. i want you to know that.” you continued to rant as he led you to the exit, “motherfucker, you always have to mess things up. oh, i hate you,” you blurted out, seeing that they had passed the exit.

“the exit is that way by…”

“shut the fuck up,” he hissed, leading them into a desolate hallway. he then dropped you between the wall and him. he looked quite angry, his hands were clenching and unclenching into fists, and his breathing was rough. his eyes finally looking at you, burning with rage. “what the hell are you doing?” he released. “shit, are you like this because i snuck in your part…?,” you said, before he interrupted you, “what were you doing kissing mark?” he asked. you were afraid that he would spit fire at any moment.

without noticing it until that moment, your bodies were quite close. your agitated breaths from the discussion entwined in the air in the middle of each other. his gaze trying to pierce your gaze. so close you could smell his cologne, mingling with his marlboro breath. suddenly glancing to his lips, as if you could visualize the cigarette between them. reacting quickly, and cursing for what it looked like you were doing, returning to meet his eyes, only to find that he was doing the same. only you never smoked.

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quietly

pairing: haechan x reader.

genre: smut, drabble

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you cover your mouth to repress your moans. fearing your boyfriend could hear you through the wall. the small bathroom was the best confident for touching yourself, since your boyfriend was playing videogames and no long hours ago you two fucked in his bed. watching him get so worked up for a game was your best thing about him. he looks so good when he's angry. you couldn't help it.

your fingers pushed deeper, the feeling made you shiver. your legs trembled and shut, while you curled your fingers inside of you, imaging it was him. you start bumping them, in and out. getting flushed at your reflection in the mirror. your free hand went to the counter, your back arched at the arousal of feelings, washing your senses. shutting your eyes, opening your mouth, eager for more.

losing your earing, building up your climax. frowning your eyebrows in pleasure. wishing it was his hands. his fingers fucking you out instead of yourself.

“fuck” you let out.

a chaste kiss in your neck taking you out of guard. his eyes meeting yours through the reflection. his hands rubbing your hips, going down. meeting your core. a glimpse of a smile dancing on his lips.

“want some help?” he asked, quietly, before pushing two finger inside with ease, making you rolled your eyes.

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pairing: haechan x reader.

genre: fluff.

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“you two had fun?” taeyong scoffed, his eyes linger to the two of you entering the crowed living room.

jungwoo laughed, in a try to disguised with a cough.

“yeah, we where playing mario kart.” donghuyck explained, while he sat down in front of a confused johnny. he didn't seem to understand what was making taeyong and jungwoo laugh, but right at the moment he saw donghuyck, a bright smile covered his face.

“ah, really?” he continued where taeyong left it. “who won?”

“donghuyck did,” you confessed, still sulky about it.

“we can tell.”

“no wonder why he's happy,” said jungwoo.

during this whole time, you were behind your boyfriend, his back meeting your eyes, but when you took a sit beside johnny, it all cleared out. Your cheeks painted red, when you saw your boyfriend's lips. they were a little swallen, but also... a little red because of your lipstick.

it was so dark in his bedroom that you could notice all the mess you created because of the kiss you had to granted him because that was his prize, nor remember that you had lipstick on.

donghuyck frowned without a clue, until his eyes locked on your lips, a big ass laugh filling the air, mocking you.

“wait til you see yours.” was enough for him to quickly cover his mouth.

credits for the pic to @editsty <3