#haechan soft hours: always open

[lavandiors]

( 📁 twenty minutes. by lee haechan ＿ ⭐ O1O1 )

where haechan finds you in the practice room and can't help but want you all to himself.

𓍯 . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ─── pairing. lee haechan x idol!reader. genre. fluff, established relationship and lots of cuddles. warnings. a little hint, but nothing more.

lily notes. the truth is i had this idea for a long time (really a long time) but i didn't know how to write it, so recently i was able to achieve it. please leave a request if you want. <3

when you told haechan that your practice hadn't even started, it didn't take long for him to appear at the door of the rehearsal room.

you were stretching as you waited for your members to arrive, and seeing your boyfriend walk through the door was the last thing you expected to see.

you watched him open the door through the giant mirror in front of you, quickly turning in his direction as he closed the door behind him.

"hyuckie?" you asked confused, haechan dropped his backpack next to the door and walked towards you.

he walked calmly with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, a smile on his face at the sight of you. completely alone for him. and yes, you had seen each other less than two hours ago since you always sat together in the cafeteria, but you were so necessary to him.

two hours were torture for him.

he wanted to have you twenty-four hours a day. in his arms, snuggled against each other. allowing him to kiss every little corner of your body.

and now you were here. in front of him, with one of your dance pants and a shirt of his.

"hi baby" he greeted you, wrapping his arms around your waist like gum around a shoe.

he didn't even give you time to think when he already had his face buried in your neck and lifted you into the air. you laughed loudly when you felt him peck your neck with his lips.

"baby!" you let out that giggle that he loved so much. he took you to the couch where he dropped you, positioning himself over you afterwards.

you felt him settle between your legs as his breath hit your neck and his hands were firmer on your waist. he had missed you and you knew it, because he always did.

you dropped your hands into his dark curly hair, stroking it and tangling your fingers through it. he blew out warm air. “i missed you so, so much,” he said, his voice calm.

your throat let out a sound of approval. “i know, my love. i missed you too.”

"i'm glad to hear that," he replied, kissing your neck, shoulder, and collarbone.

his kisses were soft and full of love. demonstrating everything he had saved. and it was not necessary to have it stored when you were there. in his arms. just the way he wanted you.

he left his space on your neck, allowing you to feel the cold that hit his warm space. his face rose in front of yours, looking deeply into you from his dark, sleepy eyes.

"why was my girl alone?" he asked, bringing his lips to your eyelids, leaving kiss after kiss on your beautiful eyes.

they were your window to show your feelings. it was what haechan adored the most.

“the girls will be here in twenty minutes” you whispered, trying not to get carried away by his affection. but you were melting under his lips. it was an impossible mission.

he growled, placing one last kiss on your right eye, “twenty minutes with you isn’t enough” haechan had that ability to turn into a baby whenever he wanted.

he tightened his grip on your waist, letting his forehead fall against yours.

"i know baby, but after practice you can keep me all night" you left a kiss on his pout. he nodded slightly.

his pout turned into a smile "i have a few ideas" he whispered against your lips, you smiled out of inertia "i would like to know about them"

haechan laughed “my dirty girl” he said before capturing your lips in a deep kiss. the kiss wasn't even a needy or dirty one after that complement. it was as sweet and slow as a song from the medieval years.

slowly, it was his lips on yours. soft, it was your hands on his cheeks and his on your waist and stomach. sweet, it was his tongue against yours, not in a battle, in a pious dance where you demonstrated your love for the other.

"i love you so much, that i feel like i could die right now," he whispered into the kiss, deepening it even more. his teeth found your bottom lip, biting it lightly but repeatedly. he drove you crazy, but sweetened.

you brought your hands to the back of his neck to press your lips more against yours. "i love you too, too much" you couldn't say more, because haechan had already lifted you from your back to leave you on his lap.

he caressed the curve of your waist, the one that connected with your butt, and squeezed gently as his eyes penetrated yours.

his messy hair was tangled in front of his eyes, his lips were red from that kiss and his admiring eyes before you were a waste

“you are my angel, only mine” he whispered, bringing his face closer to your shoulder “only” he kissed your jaw “mine” he kissed your lips, tightening his grip on your waist.

you melted, and he felt it, you dropped your weight onto his lap and your legs lost that stability. that force that only he made you lose or make you win.

your hands settled on the back of his neck again, as you let him kiss you even more. when you separated, the thread of saliva continued connecting them.

how your eyes connected with his. how his heart connected yours.

it was your turn to let your head fall into his neck, settling in and grinding your chest against his. his arms wrapped around your waist completely, sliding his hands under your shirt.

a protective grip, while letting his head rest on your shoulder. rubbing his jaw there in search of leaving a mark that you were his alone.

"never stop being who you are" you whispered in his ear "because i love every part of you"

haechan kissed your shoulder and neck. you could feel his quality smile on your neck and his slow, soft caresses on your back.

"and you never stop being my girl," he whispered, "because i love that you are."

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[diorcities]

⠀   ⠀ ── ♡ ♡ ♡ w a choke kink !

nct dream hard hour.

you feel mark's hands put pressure on your neck. he's sweating and swearing, breathing through his open mouth from how desperate he is. you look so pretty under him, cover in sweat, rolling your eyes. he feels the need to use his hands as a necklace. feeling many sensations at once, a little overwhelmed by the crushing sounds of his hips against yours, the sounds he brings out of you every time he pounds into you, the music that plays in the background, the heat wave he experiences when he feels the tingling at the tip before he comes. your hands wrap around his hands feeling yourself dissolving into pleasure, looking at him through the fog in your brain with lust eyes that cause him to utterly burst.

as you ride him, jeno wraps his hands around your neck and cuts off your blood flow. it's a way for him to tell you that he's still in control even though you're pushing him over the edge with your sharp, practically erratic movements. you would slow down as you feel light on him, starting to fuck yourself up and down on his length, as you hold on to his muscular arms. feeling dizzy while your pussy starts to throb, sensing how tense his muscles are under your touch. he works his way inside you with rough, jerky movements while your body jolts and twitch due to sensitiveness, and it's the way you try to slow down the pace with your small hands on his that makes him nut on the spot.

renjun enjoys overpowering you. when you try to control the situation and your fingers wrap around his neck causing his body to spasm. returning the gesture when you ride him until you succumb to your high and he must take control. bringing your legs to your chest, completely possessed by the way your body is covered in sweat and your puffy lips are open, letting out the most pretty moans he's ever heard. the leud sound of his constant pounding that makes his cock slide easily in and out as your legs suffer quivers now and then.

haechan loves how your body contorts at his commands. how your body writhes in any position he desires, loving how flexible you are for him as he takes you from behind on the couch. your pretty dress is now wrinkled and ruined as he pulled it up to your waist and pushed your underwear to the side, eager and needy that he doesn't check if someone hears the smashing sound of your skin every time he sinks deep inside you, putting on a chokehold as he fucks you mercilessly. movie longer forgotten, playing as a background sound in harmony with your muffled moans. you hear him hiss before he guides one hand to your neck and wraps his digits on the soft skin to pull your head back to kiss you. when he pulls away, the hand transfer to your mouth, shushing your whimpers.

chenle enjoys the view from below while eating you. he hums over the sensitive area as he feels your fingers tighten in his hair when he licks right where you like it. keeping your legs open whenever sensations swirl and cause your body to crack. and with his hands on your neck, he forces you to stay still in your place when you try to push him away from you. your body succumbs to the spasms that plague you without giving you time to register when he gets up and licks your remains from his lips. he also likes to watch your ruined body before having a taste on his own.

from the way jisung's eyes linger time to time on your clavicle you know how much he wants to put his hands on it. he has always been this cautious, because, what if he makes you uncomfortable, what if you don't like it, what if he hurts you? hands squeezing thighs and waist to restrain himself from how bad he wants it, resting them under the valley of your breasts, cupping one of them as he shoves his cock with rhythmic, quick pace moves, sensing your fingers wrapping on his wrist and pulling his hand up til they're now on your neck. so small and thin when his fingers wrapped it.

jaemin forces you to see your destroyed reflection on your vanity table, while holding you in place with the firm grip of his hand at the base of your neck, so that your body is not propelled forward each time he thrusts you. you cannot look, however. your eyes do not cooperate and flutter from his rhythmic and hard movements, unable to stand on your own, and lolling your head forward when you are too sensitive and he does not stop. jaemin moves his fingers up to your neck and gently squeezes. “i said look” seems to scream the gesture. so you look, through the haze of your tears.

[neochan]

GOLDEN HOUR (M)

PAIRING | mean dom!mark x reader ft. hyuck (briefly)

SYNOPSIS | the kitchen isn't for cooking, didn't you know?

WC | 1.8k

WARNINGS | oral fem receiving, cocky!mark, jealous!mark, some golden hour inspired dialogue, kitchen sex (a bit)

A.N | i haven't posted anything in a while but after the concert (and the release of his song) i needed to write about him <3 send feedback, and enjoy

the kitchen counter digs into the skin of your back but you don't even notice. all your thoughts are directed to the lips suckling your clit. hands push at your legs, grabbing and pulling the soft flesh apart so he can taste more of you.

"m-mark, fuck. thats- that's good, just like that."

from on his knees, your boyfriend looks up at you, tongue still swirling around your clit. he hums something sweet and the vibrations send you into a frenzy.

clutching the back of his head, you thread your fingers in his long, black hair and tug him closer. he can't go anywhere so really you just end up rocking your hips into his jaw.

he doesn't mind because fuck, you taste so good. so fucking good, and it's all his - you're all his. no one else can have you. not even that boy haechan. the one who's always trying to hang out with you. the one that's currently on his way over to you and marks shared apartment.

the food you were cooking for the three of you is left on the stove, all but forgotten thanks to your boyfriend.

you didn't even have time to greet him when he opened the front door. he immediately made a beeline for you after dropping his bags on the kitchen table.

sweet lips attached themselves to your neck, dark bruises blooming in their wake. his hands were urgent, needy - desperately pulling at the large sweater covering your frame from his greedy eyes.

"let me taste you." he had asked, dropping to his knees and pressing his fingers to your panties.

you had dropped the spoon back into the pot of spaghetti sauce, "right here?"

his eyes never left yours, not even when he hooked his fingers into the waistband and began to pull the lace down your thighs, "right here."

now you were all but clambering up on top of the marble countertops, trying to squirm away from your boyfriends prodding tongue.

"stop moving." he mumbles, fingers pressing bruises into your hips to keep you in place. "unless you want me to stop."

"n-no don't stop. mark, if you stop i swear to god i'll-"

he pinches the inside of your thigh which makes you yelp in surprise, "you'll what baby?"

sitting back on his heels, he moves his hand to replace his tongue and draws small, agonizing circles with him thumb over your folds - just barely brushing your clit.

"if i stop eating this pretty pussy, i'm just gonna bend you over and fuck you on the counter."

two fingers dip into you, and involuntarily you clench around them.

"you'd like that huh?"

the question has a deep blush rushing up your spine, and you nod your head slowly - too focused on the way his breath is slowly ghosting over the skin of your belly now that he's leaned forward.

his fingers continue to pump in and out of you, and all the sensations were leaving you with a euphoric head high.

"yeah i bet you would baby." sharp teeth nip at the skin below your navel. "but what about your little friend that's coming over?"

your fingers dig into the marble so hard you're afraid you'll break it. "who? h-hyuck?"

"yeah-" he spits, "hyuck."

his fingers move faster now, building the tension that was lingering in your belly. again, his tongue darts out to lick at your exposed clit - though unsatisfied with the angle, mark grabs one of your legs and slings it over his shoulder.

now you were supporting your weight with one leg on the ground and both your hands gripping the countertops. despite the fear of falling, the action has you whimpering for your boyfriend.

"what would he say if we fucked on the very table he's about to eat on?" you can't even focus on his words, too caught up in the sensation of being split open on his thick fingers.

his hair is matted on his forehead when you look down at him. "why would we -"

mark pulls back, "it can be our little secret baby. he doesn't have to know - or maybe he does."

"mark-" you whine, wanting his lips back between your legs.

"cum for me first and then we'll talk about it." rhythmically, his fingers drive into you. "or i'll talk - i don't know, your mouth might be full." a satisfied hum leaves his lips when your head tilts back in ecstasy, "my turn first though."

and then he's back to suckling on the sensitive bundle of nerves. tongue swirling and licking and lapping at the arousal that leaks onto his hand and down his wrist.

you were so wet for him - so fucking perfect. and he ate it up like a starved man.

soon enough the incessant lapping of marks tongue, and his taunting words - "this sweet pussy is all mine yeah?" "don't want me to stop? fucking cum on my fingers then." has your body locking and doing just what he wants you to.

you ride out your high by grinding against his face, and he took it all. he loved watching you enjoy yourself. it meant he was doing his job right.

"felt good?" he murmurs as he gets up off the wooden floor.

you nod dizzily and fall into his embrace once both your feet were on the floor. who knew he could make you this weak?

"aw baby, don't tell me your done yet! we're just getting started." he frowns, circling his arms around your waist and pulling you flush again his body. something pokes at your stomach.

" i think you got a bit of a problem." you point out.

he smirks, lips attaching themselves to yours, before pulling back, "a really big problem." your eyes lock, his still clouded with lust, "you can help me solve it if you bend over the counter like we talked about."

"but babyy" you drawl, "hyucks gonna be here any minute."

mark grits his teeth and pokes the inside of his cheek before fluidly spinning you around and pressing your hips into the counter opposite of the one you were up on earlier. the bulge in his pants presses against the swell of your ass and somehow you end up arching back into him.

"i really don't give a fuck about that guy." the growl rips from his throat so low you almost miss it. "and you shouldn't even be thinking about him." he sighs almost comically, "i guess i didn't eat this pretty pussy good enough."

his fingers dip between your legs again to swirl around your swollen, overly sensitive clit.

"yes- you did." you whimper, legs shaking.

"then why is another man in your head, hm?"

mark didn't show his jealous side much, but when he did, you knew the next day you weren't walking anywhere. just from the snip in his voice, you knew tomorrow was going to be one of those days.

the sound of fumbling can heard from behind you and soon enough the blunt head of marks 'problem' is pressing up between your folds.

'maybe i should fuck the thought of him away - you think that would fix it?"

one of his hands snakes up your spine and grabs the back of your neck. out of the corner of your eye, you watch his bicep flex when he pushes you down flat against the cool marble. your nipples are stiff peaks against the glossed rock and it makes you shiver.

mark knocks your knees apart and pushes his cock into you; slowly at first. he needed you to feel the stretch - feel how big he really was - feel how hard you made him.

pfft. and you were thinking about another man.

"you think he can make you feel like this?" helplessly, you let mark rock his hips into you. erratic moans pour from your parted lips, "oh i know baby, i know it feels good. just take it okay? i know you can pretty girl. take it just like you did when i was devouring this pretty pussy." the lewd words dripping off his lips like honey leaves you spasming around him and scrambling on your tip toes. "ah, you liked that huh?" you go to shake your head but he tsks at you, "don't deny it now baby, your body gave you away."

"mark, f-faster please. i need you to go -"

"faster, i know baby. i'll fuck you real good in just a second. wanna get adjusted first."

from over his shoulder mark takes note of the time.

seven twenty eight.

"say, what time was your little friend supposed to show up?"

you can barely register his words, but through a dreamy, cloudy voice, you whimper out, "seven thirty."

like a string of fate, a knock sounds at the door. both you and mark jolt and look towards the white wood.

"punctual. of course he's punctual." mark seethes. "what do you say we give him a show? let him see just how much you truly care about him when i'm the one fucking you."

the idea is appealing, so appealing in fact that your body betrays you again. a gush of arousal floods around marks cock, making his shallow thrusts slippery.

"why are you being so-"

"because he can't have you. and i can't have him thinking he can."

another knock sounds and your phone laying just out of arms reach lights up with a text message from haechan.

"and you know what baby?" the question is saturated with a cockiness you've never heard from mark before.

you whimper, his hand snaking between your legs and flicking your puffy clit. "what?"

"i didn't lock the door." you gasp when he pinches the bundle of nerves, "so i think i'll just invite our little guest in, yeah?"

"yeah?" you breathe, dazed and fucked out and pliant.

"yeah." he solidifies it and reaches for the hem of his shirt. ripping it over his head, he flexes his biceps - some form of male competition forcing him to show off his girl and his muscles.

"okay baby, get ready to put on a show."

you nod, choosing to focus on the driving force between your legs instead of his words that ring out into the apartment air.

"It's unlocked! you can come in!"

tentatively, the handle turns and pushes open. a young man mark can only assume is haechan steps through the threshold. his doe eyes go wide when he takes in the scene before him.

"nice to meet you. i'm mark, the boyfriend. dinner might need to be postponed a bit."

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[rockstarhaechan]

after hours | lee haechan part 1.

pairing: lee haechan x fem!reader

warnings: rockstar hyuck, fwb, smut, cum eating, choking, fingering, oral (m/ receiving), rough sex, unprotected sex (do not), overstimulating, breeding kink, rest of nct dream being mentioned, alcohol & drugs, angst, car sex, pet names (doll, love, darling)

summary: haechan and his band mates were having a lot of concerts in your area, you two always hooked up in the after hours of his concerts, recklessly getting drunk and high, you’ve got fucked by the universe when you started to catch feelings for him.

next part !

the crowd was cheering, lights flickering and you’re in the front, looking at the most attractive guy you’ve ever seen.

lee haechan.

he was the main singer in his band, the rest of them look majestic as well but he always stood out from everyone else.

liner black, framing his eyes perfectly, smudged eyeshadow.

multiple rings on his fingers, jeans ripped and his shirt was hanging loose from his chest.

“how are the hot ladies feeling tonight” haechan screamed into his microphone, eyes meeting yours.

the two of you have been friends with benefits for a long time, but like haechan always says with no strings attached!

works fine till now because you mostly only spend the after hours with haechan and his band mates, mostly just haechan though.

end result of being alone with haechan resulted into his dick being buried deep inside you, making it almost impossible to not fall for him.

being able to resist for a while longer made you happy, like you achieved a certain goal of self confidence, but haechan was thinking otherwise.

he should’ve ended it with you instead of just letting you in all the time, same as today’s gonna be.

when reality hit him, standing on the stage eyes locked with yours while he licked his lips he knew that it’s gonna be the exact same in the after hours.

the end of the concert was near, haechan signaling you to come backstage, basically to just fuck you senseless once again.

you’re slowly making your way backstage, as someone held your arm stopping you from walking any further.

“where are you going?” the random guy asked you, still holding onto your arm, not letting go.

“i’m meeting haechan, he told me to go backstage” you spoke the truth, but the man wasn’t going to let you go, standing in the way not letting you past him, until someone spoke up.

“let her through, she’s with me” haechan stated to him and then he finally let you through the little door in the back, to finally meet haechan & the rest of the boys.

some time has passed, almost everyone was tipsy or either high from the joint that has been passing by every now and then.

unable to feel your legs while sitting on haechan’s lap, laughing.

you felt like you’re on cloud 9, but this is a normal thing.

getting drunk and high with haechan and his band mates happens almost every weekend, sometimes even on weekdays when they invite you to a bar concert.

“you wanna come home with me?” haechan whispered in your ear while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, smiling at you.

you just nodded, not wanting to talk right now but haechan slowly got up letting you fall off his lap.

wobbly legs, stumbling a little over your own feet.

haechan started guiding you to his car walking arm in arm with you, not letting go of you for any second.

“do you know how horny you make me” haechan told you while his hand slowly moved down to your waist pulling you closer to him, almost making you fall over.

he opened the car door for you, letting you get into the car first before he joined you on the backseat.

hands roaming over your body, resting on your waist before locking his lips on your, tongues playing with each other while soft moans escape your lips.

“can we get rid of this?” he tugged on your shirt before draping it over your head throwing it in the front seat.

“you’re so gorgeous doll” was the only thing you’ve heard before he went back to kissing you, his hands? they were now flat on your thighs squeezing harshly every now and then.

“hyuck, if you continue like this i’m gonna cum on the spot” you broke the kiss to let him know what exactly he’s been doing to you but he only chuckled and laughed at you with a small “that’s my plan” before his right hand traveled under your skirt playing with your clit through your panties.

“so wet already? damn doll and we haven’t even started yet” he purred out wrapping his finger around your waistband to move your skirt up.

you noticed how he slowly started to fuck you with 2 of his fingers, his rings which are touching your skin are cold making you shiver a little.

moaning out his name loudly, while he picked up his pace, curling his fingers with every swift motion he’s been doing. haechan knew exactly what he has to do to make you cum cause without any doubt he knew you better than anyone else.

“n-need to cum” was the only thing you’ve been able to get out in between your moans, body aching from your upcoming climax but haechan helped you reach it and ride it out on his fingers.

while you tried to catch your breath, haechan had other plans for the night, quickly unbuttoning his pants before lifting you up a little to pull them down revealing his cock which is leaking pre cum.

you’re slowly sinking down, the tip pushing into you making you catch your breath adjusting to his size. this wasn’t the first time you’ve been fucking with each other but you always had to get used to his size.

“move whenever you’re ready darling” he placed a little kiss on your lips as his hands rested on your hips softly pressing his fingers into your flesh groaning as you gently began to move your body upwards and then gently back down, hands resting on his shoulders.

“fuck hyuck” you breathed out moaning his name a little too often. the after hours of his concerts got you and haechan really close, always ending up in those situations, but you couldn’t care less about whatever is happening cause you couldn’t complain either.

his grip on your hips tightened as he slammed your body down on his lap leaving you breathless as you tried to catch your breath once again.

“i’m gonna cum doll lemme cum into you” he groaned out as he buckled his hips picking up an insane pace, pounding into your dripping cunt, fucking you senseless.

“cum with me doll” you felt his dick twitching inside of you as you reached another climax, arching your back crying out loudly.

the both of you sat on the backseat of his car, panting in and out, windows fogged up. haechan looked you right in the eyes as he pulled his pants back up, closing his buttons before reaching out to grab your shirt from the front seat.

“you wanna stay in the backseat or you wanna come to the front with me love?” he smiled at you before opening the back door as you climbed into the front, right when you wanted to sit down haechan slapped your ass playfully letting out a small laugh.

“that’s rude” you laughed out, putting the seatbelt on while resting your feet on the front console of the car plugging your phone into the aux, playing after hours by the weeknd.

“what are we gonna do when we get home doll?” he asked you as he turned on the engine, waiting for your answer.

“what about round two?” looking at him while grinning, he pressed down on the gas pedal, eyes locking with yours.

“round two sounds great doll” he smiled before looking at the road again while holding your hand.

[jaylaxies]

KINKTOBER DAY 18 — TOYS

PAIRING: haechan x fem!reader

GENRE/CW: smut, use of toys (vibrator, hand cuffs, and dildo), mutual masturbation, usage of nicknames, haechan is a perv and so are you.

WC: 1.3k words

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi, angels! hyuck and @jaeminvore never fail to make me go feral istg, i hope you all enjoy reading this :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! iloveyou all <33

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“If you wanted it so much then you could have just asked for it, sweetheart.”

The voice snapped you out of your daze, eyes opening to see a very smug smile plastered onto your roommate’s face, having caught you in the act of pleasuring yourself with what? A mere vibrator.

You were beyond embarrassed, also frozen as you did not expect to see him back at your shared apartment so early. He was solid two hours early as per his usual schedule, which gave you the perfect opportunity to play with yourself in the privacy of your room, not caring about being loud whenever he was out.

Problem? It was your roommate you always fantasized about while giving attention to your needy cunt, he was irresistibly attractive, and so was your insatiable need to have him, yet you couldn’t quite go to tell him the same, to maintain the decorum of being roommates and all.

Now, Haechan wasn’t a saint by any means. He had lost the count of times he had successfully stolen your panties (especially your white lace ones with the small bow in the middle), from the laundry basket, using the already soiled cloth to jerk off, wrapping it around his cock, his cum straining it further (but you did not need to know about that).

He too was equally as depraved when it came to fantasies—you being the reason and root of the core for the majority of his fantasies at least.

So, when he returned home early, only to hear your sweet moans lingering in the air, he knew he had to take his chances and intrude in hopes of catching you in the act.

What he did not expect, however, was to hear you whimper out his name with your eyes closed, legs spread enough to give him the clearest view of your wetness, along with the pink vibrator which you had been using to stimulate your swollen clit.

That’s exactly when he said that sentence, making you halt your movements altogether, yours legs closing with panic when he took a step inside the room.

“Though, I’m really offended if you think that a measly little vibrator will make you feel half as good as I can,” he spoke up, clicking his tongue before pushing it against his inner cheek, something he did when he was annoyed, or feigned annoyance if you take the current situation into consideration.

“Fuck! Hyuck, I—I’m so sorry, I didn’t know y—you’d be home,” you stated rambling, covering yourself up by side, avoiding eye contact at all costs, but he was quick to chuckle hearing your sentence.

“Shh, darling. You should be happy I’m here to help now. And since I’m so generous, I’ll be keeping the punishment time short,” he mused with amusement, yet you could see the glimpse of darkness in his eyes, swarmed with the desire he’s been holding back all this while.

You gulped, your hands barely hiding your tits as Hyuck shamelessly gave your body a once over, mumbling pretty under his breath.

“What do you mean? P—punishment?” You whispered, and Hyuck could have sworn the sight of you being confused and breathless made him want to ruin you.

He walked closer, leaning against your bed and closing the distance between you two, lips brushing against each other in a gentle caress, which sent a shiver down your spine. You could feel just how soft his lips felt, and you hadn’t even kissed him.

“So fucking cute,” he chuckled, “now be a good girl and open your legs for me if you wanna be fucked properly,” he whispered, his warm hand resting on your thigh, parting them and you gasped when the sudden gust of cold air hit your wetness.

“Fucked? Wait, Hyuck what?” You mumbled, lips on the verge of touching his and your heart felt weaker than ever.

“Just follow what I say, yeah?” He raised his brows, nodding and you found yourself in a daze, nodding back.

Then he leaned back, not giving you the kiss you were so desperately waiting for, rather, he bent down to get a box from below your bed, your eyes widening because Hyuck was not supposed to know where you hid your box of sex toys.

“Be good and you’ll get what you want, baby,” he smirked, seeing how innocent you looked, especially when he handcuffed your hands to the bedpost, getting your blue vibrating dildo out and keeping it beside you.

Your eyes were fixated on his figure, your breath hitching when he took off his T-shirt in one go, exposing his pretty melanin and the faintest abs, which was probably the prettiest sight you had even seen.

He then sat down on the couch right in front of your bed, spreading his legs as he sat, hand resting on his hardening cock. The print of his length was visible through his shorts, your mouth open and dry as the thoughts of wanting to have him in your mouth took over.

“Get that toy, baby. Let me see you pleasure yourself,” he urged, voice sultry and eyes hooded.

“Wait—you won’t touch me?” You asked, sitting with your one wrist cuffed, disappointment clear in your voice.

“So eager to be touched by me, sweetheart? First show me how much you want it,” he said, palming his cock through his pants.

Your body felt warm. Hyuck’s aura was strong, his gaze even stronger and you found yourself following his directions simply because you wanted to be good for him, your subspace pulling you right in.

“C’mon, baby. Show me how you use that dildo, and think of me while you do it,” he commanded.

You picked it up from your free hand, shyly spreading your legs to make space for it, switching it on and rubbing it all over your wet folds, eyes closing as you thought about Hyuck’s tongue, wanting it to replace the toy.

“Hyuck,” you whispered, the toy prodding at your entrance.

“Fuck,” he bit his lip, the sight in front of him was lewd yet the most innocent thing ever, he couldn’t help but get rid of his shorts, stroking his fully hardened cock now.

“Good girl, put it in your tight little cunt,” he said.

You nodded, eyes still closed and breathing ragged, a low moan leaving your lips, which caused Hyuck’s cock to twitch as you pushed the vibrating phallic in you, thighs closing and opening again at the sensation.

A whine of his name left your mouth again, and he could have sworn it was the prettiest sound he had ever heard. You continued your ministrations, leaving the dildo in your cunt and pressing a small vibrator on your clit, doubling the feeling of your unadulterated pleasure, your eyes watering when you saw him fucking his fist at the sight of you touching yourself.

It was too hot for you to handle.

“Yes, baby. Let go for me,” he whispered, watching your body shake and a tear falling down your cheek.

That’s it, that was your punishment—watching Hyuck touch himself but not touching you, which left you frustrated.

An irritated sound left your lips, causing him to chuckle and approach you again.

“What’s wrong, darling? Not satisfied?” He asked, mocking you.

“Please,” you said in a small voice.

“Hm?” He asked, urging you to speak louder.

“Please touch me—fuck me,” you begged, surprising yourself as you had never been this desperate before, your body shivering as it ached for him.

His eyes darkened, his carnal desires taking over, “I hope you’re ready to be fucked all night, darling,” he said, voice deep and promising.

That’s all he said before capturing your lips into a deep kiss, pulling you closer by your neck, your knees weaker than ever as he bit your lower lip, making you go feral with just one action.

Oh you so knew it was going to be a long (and adventurous) night.

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Naps with Nct Dream!

Mark

Mark is the type of person who needs to be forced to sleep. He's always preoccupied with something whether it's for work or it's his own personal projects. But once you do finally wrestle him down for a nap. He will be out like a light for HOURS.

He will wrap his arms tight around you from behind and his face will bury itself in your neck. He won't even care if your hair is in his face. The feeling of your warm back pressed against him allows him to feel safe and comfortable. He will absolutely whine if you try to pull away when he's not ready to wake up though.

Renjun

Renjun honestly seems like someone who is always down for a nap. With the irritated looks he gives the dreamies I would not be surprised if he's the first one to suggest it.

He would love to take naps during the slower times of the day. The perfect time being the small slump before dinner. He would love waking up to your soft and relaxed face as he can smell warm food cooking (hopefully not by a member who will lit the kitchen on fire) downstairs.

Jeno

Clingy! He is super duper clingy when he is tired and napping is not an exception! However, just like Mark, it does take a little bit for you to convince him to come nap with you. Jeno likes having things to do and he likes relaxing once all his activities are done. So a nap with Jeno is very short, 30 minutes at best.

But once he's wrapped you up against his chest he doesn't let you go the whole time. You gotta pee, too bad. Someone's knocking on the door, oh well. His arms would be tight around you and his nose would instantly bury itself in your hair.

However, there are those small moments where Jeno falls asleep for hours and those are the naps you cherish. You love waking up to his soft sleepy face and the feeling of not needing to be somewhere or doing something.

Haechan (Donghyuck)

Donghyuck doesn't like naps. Not a single bit and while whine over and over again if you try to make him take one. You won't even be able to really nap with the amount of complaining and rolling over he will do.

But if you are reaallllyyyy lucky, he will actually fall asleep. He would have a loose arm thrown over you and his face would be smushed against his pillow with his mouth slightly open. It's funny how the one time he actually naps he's whining for you to stay and keep napping with him.

Jaemin

First of all, Jaemin loves you to pieces. He would do anything for you. If you want a nap, this boy has already dug all of your fluffy blankets out of the closet and is turning off the lights before you even finish asking.

He would pull you into the biggest and tightly bear hug you can imagine. His heartbeat would lull you to sleep and the fact the love of his life is in his arms would put him to sleep too. There is no doubt that his heart only beats for you.

Chenle

Another complainer! But he doesn't do it because he hates naps, in fact he loves them. He complains because he loves to see you get annoyed. He loves watching you shake his arm and the cute frown on your face when he says no. The second you sigh and give up is the second he pulls you towards the bed.

Chenle becomes so soft and gentle with you when you take naps together. He loves when you place your head on his chest and his heart does a flip when your hands clutch onto his hoodie. He'll slowly rub circles on your hip with his fingers until he falls asleep.

If he wakes up before you he loves to just trace your features with his eyes. He refuses to get out of the bed until you wake up. You turn our bad bitch chenle into a big ol' softy.

Jisung

Jisung was absolutely already laying down before you walked into the room. Naps are definitely apart of his everyday routine. He doesn't mind waking up to you in his arms though.

He would be a little surprised to find another person sleeping in his bed when he wakes up. But once he sees that it's you, he instantly fills with happiness. He would sneak as close as he could get without waking you up and press his red smiling face into your shoulder. Seeing you so vulnerable and cute would literally cause his heart to explode.

[hyuckmov]

request #1: meandom!haechan who's still weak for his gf smut, 18+ minors dni, some fluff wc: 1.6k content: oral (f), makeshift gag, pussy slapping, meandom turned softdom haechan, sub-ish reader, unprotected sex, overstimulation, praise a/n: i have no idea if this is good or not anyway something good happened to me today and i thought i would spread some joy and finish off with my first request <3 also i know i said 800-1k but i got a bit carried away LOL as always, i hope this is at least a little hot... thank you so much for sending in the request!

haechan pouts at you. it would be an otherwise cute expression if his heart-shaped lips weren't slick from teasing your clit for the past 20 minutes, and if his arms weren't currently wrapped around your thighs and forcing them wide apart. 

"how many times do i have to remind you…" his voice dripping with condescension. "eyes wide open. didn't you promise?"

your mind flits back to how this all began. haechan had been needing some sort of a stress reliever, his hands rough on your skin as he alternated between kissing and biting the side of your neck the moment he arrived home. and while you offered to let him take you then and there, he insisted that he would much prefer it if he could eat you out to his heart's content.

because haechan loved spending his time between your legs, pinning your thighs to each side as he pressed kisses on your clit. circling his tongue over your entrance and sucking and sucking until you were all puffy and ready for him. he didn't usually have the luxury of time when it came to eating you out, as it was either some way to prepare you for his cock, or your whimpers and whines would have driven him completely insane. but today had been different.

tugging your panties down your legs, you barely had time to let out a cry before he had shoved them in your mouth. 

"keep your lips shut and your eyes on me, okay? i don't want any distractions." he gave your cheek a light slap, relishing in the way your head jolted but your eyes never left his, fucked out before he had even really begun. "you promise?"  

you had nodded. 

now, you refocus your eyes on him, going a little cross eyed at the effort to not roll your eyes back into your head at the visual. making his tongue lie flat and wide, he licked broad strokes from your entrance up to your clit, soft moans from him creating a light buzz which sent shocks of pleasure up your spine. not one to keep still, his hips jolted into the bed with each lick, subconsciously chasing his own pleasure while he lost himself in the feeling of your slick folds against his lips. he dipped his tongue into you, feeling you clench. 

"are you close?" he breathes, never removing his lips from you as they formed the words. you begin to nod frantically, having had enough of being edged and ignored for what felt like hours. moving your hips as much as you could in his hold, you try to push yourself against his tongue, fucking yourself onto his face. his nose accidentally bumps against your clit, and you can't help but let out a high whine. 

the sound makes haechan's eyes narrow. releasing your legs from his hold, he gets up to sit back on his heels, depriving you of any touch completely. 

"that's two promises you've broken, baby," he says, but the petname is devoid of any of its usual warmth. there's a sharpness in his voice that's rehearsed and deliberate, and somewhere in the back of your mind you can't say it doesn't thrill you. 

his hand reaches out to caress your inner thigh, edging closer and closer to the space between your legs. suddenly, with a flick of his wrist, he delivers a harsh slap to your pussy. you mewl, involuntarily arching your back at how the feeling stings.

"you're gushing," he mocks. roughly, he prods two fingers around your hole, spreading your arousal all around. "does baby enjoy being punished?" 

you can't decide whether to shake your head or nod your head, so you give a tiny whimper. 

"jury's still out?" he pouts again, and it's almost obscene how the innocent expression tugs at his features, as if he hadn't buried his face in your cunt a minute ago. "guess we'll have to try again." this time, you're a bit more prepared for when his hand comes down on your clit twice, your hips stuttering as you try to jolt away and chase his touch at the same time. affected more than he's letting on, he lets out a groan as he watches the way your body shudders, completely ruined and ready for him.

"gonna fuck you now," he breathes, tugging his sweatpants off hastily. his heavy hands pull at your waist, arranging your limbs so that your hips are tilted towards him and your legs are pushed up, almost brushing his shoulders. lining himself up to your entrance, he taps his hard cock a few times against your clit, running it along your slit as he throws his head back to let out a low moan. his eyes half lidded, he begins to pump his cock lazily, spreading a mixture of your arousal and his pre-cum all over his shaft. 

he looks so pretty in the moment, his chest heaving, his face glistening in an ethereal way and his eyebrows furrowing with a small crease as he pleasures himself. puffy lips stretched open as he pushes his tongue into his cheek, his whimpers melting with the obscene sounds of him stroking himself filling up the still air in the room, that the words slip out of your mouth as a mumble of sounds. 

"what?" he pants, reaching in your mouth with his unoccupied hand to tug out your makeshift gag. he harshly squeezes at your cheeks a few times as you take in a few deep breaths. "words." 

"i love you," you say, softly. the haze in your mind slowly clearing, you wrap a hand on his wrist and pull his hand off your face, intertwining your fingers together. "you're so good to me. i love you." 

haechan stills. it's not his first time hearing you tell him you love him, so why does it make his heart start to race in an entirely different way? his cheeks flush red, as he looks down at your hand clasped in his, something so sweet and tender about the way your fingers caress his. 

"you're so pretty," you continue, mumbling to yourself more than him. you can't reach his face or his neck to trace the moles you know by memory, so you settle for giving his side a small squeeze. 

at your words, at the look of you all pliant and lovely beneath him, all the harshness drained out of his body as he lowered your legs down onto the bed gently. leaning down to wrap you into an embrace, his mouth finally finds yours as he kisses you slowly and deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. 

"haechan…" you start, before biting your lip, trying to keep your sounds to yourself. 

he shakes his head. "wanna hear you, baby," he tugs your bottom lip out with his teeth before kissing you again, his hands moving to your chest to softly thumb over your nipples. "let's take it slow from now, okay?" it's almost jarring, the way he makes soft shushing noises to comfort you as he pushes into you slowly, his cock stretching you open little by little. 

"so fucking good, baby," he mouths against your skin, a slight tremble coursing through him as he tries not to cum immediately at the feeling of your tight walls sucking him in. "fuck, are you okay?" running a soothing hand along your thigh, he coaxes you into relaxing your muscles, and the tension in your body clears. 

"wanna cum, haechan, please," you choke out, the feeling of him buried within your walls but not moving, your clit left neglected after rounds of relentless teasing, being too much to bear. "i've been good, i've-" 

"you've been perfect," haechan cuts you off gently, pressing kisses from your collarbones up to the space under your jaw which always makes you melt inside. "my baby's always perfect for me." 

with that, he begins to move, rolling his hips into you, gentle fingers rubbing at your clit in circular motions in time with each thrust. "feels so good, baby," he praises. "so warm and so wet, fuck…" 

you think you can feel all of him, each vein and each ridge, the head of his cock hitting the soft spot inside you that has you coming undone on him rapidly. you whimper, hands pawing at his chest trying to let him know you were close, but haechan is already steps ahead. his free hand intertwines with yours, and he squeezes your hand tight as he speeds up, barely pulling out with each stroke before he's stuffing you full of him again. 

"cum for me please? wanna feel you cum on me," he murmurs, gently sponging kisses on your shoulder. you cum just like that, moans and curses falling from your mouth as you fall apart on his fingers and cock. the visual of you, back arching against him and mouth slack-jawed with pleasure, pushes haechan over the edge too as he lets go, spilling his warm cum into you. 

"love feeling you around me," he gasps, motions slowing to a stop, but the words twist into a sharp whine as you start to fuck yourself onto him, desperate for more. "fuck, stop, it's too much-" 

"haechan," you plead with him. "i need you." the pent up frustration making you feel needy again, as you push your hips upwards. 

he doesn't know exactly what effect you have on him, all he knows is that he needs to satisfy you, needs to hear more of your pretty sounds and feel your hands tracing against his skin. tears sting at his eyes as he pushes through the overstimulation, thrusting into your swollen pussy, feeling himself getting hard again. 

"love you," he groans, as you latch yourself onto him, wanting to feel him as much as possible. "love you so much."  and you can tell from the way he makes you cum again, and again, and again, that he does. tags: @91qowngus, @sundhaelatte, @jaemboi64, @sassy-author (wasn't able to tag those in italics, idk why😭)

[luvyeni]

hihi can i req nct dream + innocent physical touch like playing with their fingers while they're watching something or like long hugs where they dont speak anything just comfortable silence and love AH IM GONG CRAZY FLUFF HOURS ALWAYS GETS ME

—｛🎂｝INNOCENT TOUCHES; W/ NCT DREAM

pairings. OT7!dream x fem!reader

wc. 566

warnings. lots of kisses , tooth rotten fluff

synopsis. cute and innocent physical touches with the dreamies

—｛🍰｝... MARK ⋮ kisses while he's playing the guitar !

you stood in the door way , watching your boyfriend play the guitar. "baby." he whined. "why are you standing there just watching?" you smiled , walking over to him , sitting on the bed. "i'm sorry , you just look so cute , playing the guitar." his ears where red , making you laugh. "i was just playing a song random song." you placed your hand on his knee , rubbing it softly. "it's beautiful." you planted a soft kiss on his lips. "another one." he whispered , you smiled kissing his soft lips again.

"i love you so much."

—｛🍰｝... RENJUN ⋮ wrapping your arms around his waist while he paints !

"hi baby." he felt your arms wrap around his waist. "you need anything?" you shook your head. "i just wanted to feel you." he hummed. "do you want to paint with me?" you declined politely , he nodded continuing on with what he was doing. after a while he put the paint brush away , turning around facing you now. "do you like it?" you nodded. "it's beautiful." you kissed his nose and he giggled , ears red.

"so are you."

—｛🍰｝... JENO ⋮ playing with his hair while he plays mobile video games !

you scrolled through tiktok while jeno played games on his phone with his head in your lap. growing bored , you turned your phone off , running your fingers through his hair , he sighed softly signaling that he liked it. , you smiled doing it again , getting the same reaction. he paused the game, lifting his head up smiling at you. you giggled , bending down kissing his waiting lips.

"i love you so much"

—｛🍰｝... HAECHAN ⋮ sitting in his lap while he plays video games !

you threw your bag on the floor of your room, sighing. "hey baby." haechan sat in his gaming chair. "what's wrong?" he noticed your sad face. "tired, i got a bad mark on this test." you took off all your clothes , putting his sweatshirt on. "i just want to hug you." you climbed into his lap , resting your head in his neck. "you want me to turn the game off?" you kisses his jaw , shaking your head. "no, its fine ." he kissed the crown of your head , getting back to his game , you slowly drifted off to sleep. "shut the fuck up , and play the game right!" haechan shushed jeno , kissing your sleeping head.

"be quiet, my baby had a bad day and she's sleeping right now."

—｛🍰｝... JAEMIN ⋮ holding hands while watching a film !

jaemin watched you, with your head in his lap, laughing at the movie, in front of you with the biggest smile on his face. he grabbed your hand playing with your fingers separated them, playing with your freshly painted nails. you looked up at him with a smile, lacing your fingers together , turning back to watch the movie. he placed little kisses on your knuckles , then leaning to kiss your forehead.

"love you"

—｛🍰｝... CHENLE ⋮ cuddling in the morning !

your eyes fluttered open as you felt chenle leaving little kisses against your neck, you tried to be quiet but you just couldn't help but giggle. "i knew you were up." he whispered kissing you again, and you turned around facing him , he pulled you close to him , if that was even possible , your head on his chest. you both quietly traced circles on each others arm , he bent down to kiss your cheek.

"i want to stay like this all day."

—｛🍰｝... JISUNG ⋮ long hugs after a bad day !

you were cleaning up the kitchen when the door opened. you turned around , frowning as your boyfriend walked in , head low as he took his shoes off. you could tell he had a bad day as he looked to you with sad sleepy eyes. you put the last dish away , walking over to him , letting his tall frame crash into yours. you listen to his heartbeat as you both stood their in silence. he tried to speak , but you stopped him, whispering.

"you dont have to say anything , i got you."

©️LUVYENI

[dreamandback]

HE'S KINDA HOT THOUGH (huang renjun)

HE WON'T GET OUT OF MY HEAD

synopsis: although your late-night shifts were boring, the alone time was nice. but once renjun starts working them with you... well, that changes things, doesn't it?

genre: fluff, coworkers to lovers, non idol!au

warnings: renjun x gn!reader, coworker/wingman!haechan, mentions manager!taeil, mentions food/drinks, convenience store setting, reader is down bad, brief misunderstandings and insecurity, a kiss, a little sappy lol

word count: 1,797

author's note: this was barely proofread and was written in like 3 hours, pls excuse any typos 🙏 comments and reblogs are heavily appreciated and encouraged!

the corner store you worked at wasn’t well known, it was a hole in the wall that only a few people went to at night. it was mostly people buying snacks for midnight study sessions, or the occasional third shift worker picking up something for the ride home. you were often the only one there. your manager taeil, bless his sweet heart, hated that you were alone. 

when your boss said he was holding interviews, you didn’t think much of it. probably just some high schoolers who needed pocket money, or struggling college students. either way, you didn’t think they’d stay long once they realized how empty the store always was. however, you didn’t mind if it was slow. it gave you time to yourself, and you took the time to daydream.

the week after taeil held the interviews was stressful, as you didn’t want to work with anyone new. but with no one new joining the night shifts, you relaxed a little. but the next week, haechan, the shift before yours, was talking to someone as you entered the back. at first, you thought maybe taeil was checking on you both and the store. but as you got to the employee room, and the voices became clearer, you knew that wasn’t the case.

pushing the cracked door open, your eyes were immediately drawn to the owner of the new voice. he was pretty. too pretty to be working in this rundown corner store. his hair was two-toned, the top layer black with the beneath bleached blonde. he had the prettiest boba eyes, his pale pink lips pouted as he asked a question. when he moved his hands to hips, you realized he made the ugly uniform vest look good, somehow. 

you let the door close behind you, the sound of the metal frame rattling in the wall made the guy jump. his honey eyes darted to you, soft lips splitting into a grin when he met your gaze. you forced down the heat rising in your cheeks when haechan looked over to you, smiling brightly as he beckoned you over. you did so reluctantly, shrinking in on yourself when the brunette wrapped his arm around your waist. 

“this is y/n, they’re the usual night shift worker! y/n, this is renjun, you’ll be working the night shift together from now on.” haechan said warmly, though his eyes held a mischievous glint to them when he caught bashfulness of your own. you ignored the jab of his finger in your side, instead sticking your hand out with a nervous smile. “it’s nice to meet you, renjun.” you said, trying to be pleasant. 

renjun’s grin grew wider, smushing his eyes into his cheeks and turning them into crescents. he took your hand, shaking it twice. “it’s nice to meet you too, y/n. i hope you’ll take care of me.” he said back, his voice filling your head like the softest of clouds. when your hands dropped, and haechan took his arm away from your waist to show renjun around, you watched them go. 

dumbly, you moved to stare at your hand as their voices faded slightly. you felt that lingering heat rise in your face, again. his hands were so soft.

it had been almost a month since renjun started working late shifts with you, and every night, you felt your heart race a little faster for him. whether it be from the sweet smile he’d send you over crates of snacks he was putting away, or how he’d hold the back room’s door open for you so you didn’t drop what you were carrying. 

maybe it was the way he’d hang by the entrance, waiting for you to lock up so he could walk you home. or how he’d bring you coffee, telling you he stopped along the way when you knew for a fact there wasn’t a coffee place on the way there. it could’ve been the way he let his fingers linger a little too long when handing you something, or the way he’d let his hands hover over your waist when you stumbled.

maybe it was everything all at once. but whatever it was, whenever it started, you couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment you started to fall for huang renjun. the alone time you used to use for daydreaming, planning activities you knew you’d never start, or winning fake arguments in your head slowly evolved into thinking about renjun. they turned into thoughts of what it would be like to hold his hand just once, just for a moment.

they turned into thoughts of what it would be like to get coffee with him on a rainy night after your shifts ended, tucked into a corner booth while you snuck glances at each other. you thought about him while lying in bed at night, the city alive outside your window. you thought about how nice it’d be, to be snuggled up against his chest, listening to his heartbeat while moonlight streamed in through the curtains.

you thought about bringing him to your secret place, the rooftop garden of your building. you thought about how pretty he’d look with the glowing seoul lights against his skin, how pretty he’d look in casual clothes as you basked in each other’s presence. how pretty he’d look while you watched the world turn beneath you, all the people moving below at the speed of light while your lives blended, walking together in slow motion. 

you thought about all that could be, whether he was there with you in the store or not. haechan could only watch as you opened your mouth to blurt out your feelings, only to shut down again and close in on yourself. he sighed at the confusion on renjun’s face when you shook your head, saying a halfhearted never mind when he questioned you.

eventually, when you had arrived early for a shift, haechan pulled into the stock room. when you shot him a frazzled look, he sighed. “y/n… you know i love you, right?” haechan said earnestly as he gripped your shoulders and you only nodded, eyebrows furrowed in concern. 

“do you need me to kill someone with you or something?” you asked seriously, concern increasing on your face. haechan raised a brow at you. “what?” he blinked at you before shaking his head. “no, no. what i do need you to do, is confess to renjun before i do it for you.” the brunette stated, shaking you gently. 

you stared at him, blinking once, twice, before your eyes widened. “what?!” you blanched, voice cracking as you gripped his forearms. “what do mean, confess to him?” you hissed, eyes darting between haechan and the door to the front of the store. “i can’t do that! look at me!” haechan frowned at your panicked tone, moving his hands to grip your steadily heating cheeks. 

“hey,” he spoke gently, smiling softly when your wide eyes met his. “you’re great. you’re sweet, you’re kind, you have so much to give. you’re my best friend, remember? would i ever lie to you?” haechan soothed you, letting you ponder. when you gave him a pointed look, he rolled his eyes. “okay, that was one time, and it was funny!” the brunette said, moving one of his hands to point at you accusingly. 

“my point is,” haechan started. “if he doesn’t like you back, then that’s his loss, alright?” he forced you to meet his gaze. when you pouted at him, he knew he had won. “okay… you win.” you admitted, sighing defeatedly. haechan grinned triumphantly, squeezing your face in his hands. “i always do.” he chirped smugly, laughing when you punched him. 

“anyway,” he continued. “if he does reject you, not that he would, we can order takeout. on me.” he grinned, making a show of crossing his heart. you nudged him, a thankful smile pulling at your lips. after hugging him, you walked back into the front together. when you saw renjun manning the register, you froze while haechan continued forward. 

he waved to renjun as he walked out the front door, the little bell the only sound in the store beside the refrigerator hum. clearing your throat, you walked behind the counter, grabbing your vest from beneath it. renjun gave you a timid smile when you caught his eye, and you wondered why he was acting differently. 

“you okay?” you asked quietly, even though it was only the two of you in the store. he jumped a little, shoulders rising to his ears. he looked at you before darting his eyes away quickly. “yeah, i’m okay. you?” he said, clearing his throat. “i’m good.” you replied, eyeing him suspiciously. renjun cringed at your expression, before turning to you.

he opened his mouth before hesitating, nervously licking his lips. “i, uh, i heard you and haechan talking.” he winced when you raised an eyebrow at him. “i didn’t hear all of it if that’s what you’re worried about!” he rushed out, his cheeks flushing red. “i just wanted to say congratulations… i didn’t know you and haechan were a thing.” renjun said, offering you a weak smile. 

you stared blankly at him for a minute or two, oblivious to the fact that he was sweating bullets the longer your silence continued. “renjun.” you finally said, hiding your amusement when he looked at you like he was a child being scolded. “me and haechan aren’t together.” your words were laced with a poorly hidden laugh, watching his face bloom with scarlet. 

“you… you’re not?” he asked, scratching the back of his head in confusion. “no, silly.” you said,  allowing yourself to let out a chuckle. “we were talking about the guy i like.” you said with an impish smile, watching his eyes sadden. “oh! well, i-i hope it all goes well.” he said, smiling to cover up the way his heart tightened. 

“mhm,” you hummed, stepping closer to him. “he’s this guy i work with,” you said, biting back your smile when his head whipped up. “he’s cute, has a sweet voice, always brings me coffee and refuses to let me pay him back.” you rolled your eyes with a smile, watching his eyes brighten as a smile grew on his lips.

“and i was hoping to ask him out today… do you think he’ll say yes?” you teased, taking his hands into yours, and swinging them gently. renjun’s smile was the biggest you’d ever seen it, face rosy with happiness as his grip tightened around your fingers. “i think he’ll definitely say yes. and if he doesn’t, he’s the biggest idiot in the world.” renjun breathed out airily, breath stuttering in his chest when you leaned in to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

dreamandback 2024. do not rewrite, repost, modify, or translate.

[ivelleciel]

IRIS BENEATH THE SUN

Chapter One: Betrayal Genre: Mafia!Haechan, Mafia!NCT, Biker Haechan, Step on me Haechan, Haechan Dom

Pairings: Haechan x Reader (Iris)

Warning: Smut, Violence, Vulgar Language, Mention of blood, MDNI

Intro: Where a girl finds herself trapped within her brother's protection. One would find it a blessing but for Iris, it's suffocation- and she's someone who would often like the thought of being choked, but simply not like this. Raised within thick walls inside the perimeters of their mansion, She finds herself treasuring every opportunity she gets whenever she is given volunteer work for the people in need outside the city of glass she was born in. Fun and Exciting is how she always saw these trips, it was until darkened windows of SUVs blocked their way from going any further in the middle of the desert. It was the only land of nothing dividing the city and the suburbs and yet they were stopped by armed men, six- seven? she couldn't count as she was too in shock, scared even much more so when her side of the vehicle opened and a pair of gloved hands pulled her away from your handmaiden's side. "Giselle!" Iris cried and a bag was hovered over her head and the last thing she remembered was Giselle's screams, Men simultaneously giving orders to her bodyguards and a gun going off. Then there was black.

"Ha ha. So funny. What then? Bore myself to death by my room's window? waiting for prince charming to save me? No thank you. Give me twenty more of these tasks and consider me the happiest sister ever." Mumbling her last words as she fix her hair to a half-do with a claw clip. Iris saw Johnny's sad gaze through her mirror before he could mask it with a stoic smile. She sighed and faced her brother, leaning in to hug herself tight on his chest.

"Stop babying me.. It's only for a few hours. What's the worst that could happen?"

"I heard there are many forest spiders in the village. Thousands." Johnny exaggerated, trying to coax her with her teasing by blabbering stupid things and then he sighed when Iris only hummed her soft chuckle, unconvinced. "... you're just the only family I have left."

"And so are you to me." Iris sighed, looking up to her brother with an exhausted expression. "But mom and dad would have wanted us to live life with more meaning than in fear.."

"I know.." Johnny sighed, tapping the cap Iris had on before marching to her room's door. "Well chop chop city girl. They're not gonna feed themselves." Chuckling as they make their way downstairs, Iris gave one last look at the frame by her bed. Her late mother, late father, Johnny and herself. Smiling by the lake that held many memories for her and Johnny, some of which they didn't know would end in a tragedy.

Iris saw Giselle, one of her many good friends, packing extra necessities for Iris and the trip. Back hugging the petite frame, Giselle squealed, too focused on her task in hand to even notice Iris before glaring at the girl. "Silly! What if I dropped your anxiety pills?" she heard Gigi clicked her tongue, Iris resumed with a bratty smile to where Yuta was by their white van. "Everything settled Yuta?" Yuta, clasped his armed weapon on his belt and smiled at Iris, an unspoken answer to which Iris nodded to before getting up inside the van. Settling on the middle seat, between the window spot and the collapsing chair, she earned a perfect view of Mark.

A container in one hand and the other with what looks like an ammunition box, being stored inside another case. "Put the Magazine under the compartment along with out other containers yeah?" Iris could hear him order Jeno in which the latter obeyed to. She couldn't help but gape at Mark and his focused stance. If Iris was a completely eye-roller at Johnny's protectiveness then with Mark it was all heart eyes and red cheeks. Who wouldn't if the male holds glory to the uniform Johnny assigned them to. Camo pants and Army green fitted shirt is one of the fun treats Iris would look forward to with these programs, along with the nurturing feeling of helping other people.

She heard a throat clearing beside her and Iris just continued gawking. "Can a man get any more handsome?" Iris sighed, pouting her lips when Mark left her view to head inside, presumably to bid farewell to Johnny and reassure him that He and Jaehyun would take good care of you and the task in hands. "I wouldn't know, I'm not the one drooling a pool over here." Iris bit her lips, side eyeing her friend with a snort. "Oh please, as if I don't notice how you look at Yuta?" Giselle smacked Iris arm for that playfully before scooting herself on the window seat. "House Rules. We can't date co workers, but nobody said that about drooling over them." Giselle tossed her hair to tease Iris before being silence by the large frame towering by the sliding door. "Everyone ready?" Johnny mused, eyeing all the equipments and bags in the back seat before giving one last stern look at Iris.

"You behave-" Iris groaned when she saw Yuta, Mark and Jeno exchange smiles behind. "I will! It's not like I won't come straight home. Please stop." Iris whined further before she let Johnny ruffle her hair, backing away from the door to close it himself. Yuta and Jeno positioned in their seats in front. She only got lucky twice that she get to have Mark accompany her in the van.

Two vehicles were to transmit from their mansion. One where Jaehyun and Mark would carry with weapons and their tents and boxes of goods, And one where she's on with Giselle, Yuta and Jeno. It was always four guards with too many weapons. Johnny sees it as not enough but Iris claimed it was more than enough given that it was only her in the vehicle and nothing really ever happened to her despite Johnny's protectiveness.

Somewhere along their trip, Iris was sitting comfy by the window of the collapsing chair with Giselle passed out and a pillow on her lap. She just woke up from her nap and noticed that they were far from near the town they were heading to and yet also too far from home. She checked back as she pushed an air bud in her ear, the van Mark and Jeno are in behind them with safe distance. She played a soft song, ready to day dream about Mark and what would it be like if he was in their van instead of Jeno- that is until she saw a motorcycle beaming his headlights, asking to pass through and overtake. A male in all black sits on the Kawasaki Ninja H2R. Black skinny jeans, black boots, chains for necklace if she knew any better and a black shirt underneath his leather jacket.

His gloves switched the lever of his bike causing it to roar as he zooms pass them, earning a scoff at Yuta. "Cocky motherfucker." he muttered before she hears Jeno chuckle. She could have sworn that the rider could see her through their tinted glass, staring right back at her but that would be silly because again their vans were tinted, to its most darkest available shade at that. Shaking the silly thought away, she went back to staring out her window and enjoying the scenery as they drove through the desert.

"Target: Flower is in position. 800 meters away from the bullseye."

Static was heard from the other end before he heard the stern voice call back at him.

"We are ready to engage."

Haechan responded with a 'Copy.' before speeding away from the white vans. Certain that he was out of view, he parked behind a boulder , big enough to hide his motorcycle and himself as he positioned a chain of spikes across the road, plan B in place in case "Plan A: ambush" failed- to which it often doesn't, the cocky side of him crediting himself to the lack of mission failing when he's part of it. All he has to do now is wait and upon calculating he has enough time left for a quick smoke. Sitting his helmet on his bike and pulling out the Marlboro stick from his jacket's pocket he lit it up and waited as he leans on the boulder.

Puffing a few smoke, He heard screeches of tires and screams came after that.

Haechan made his way to the scene, stepping on Yuta's back as he tackled on the ground by Jaemin and Jeno wounded by Chenle on the leg.

"Boss said to spare them and just take the girl." Jaemin said as Renjun struggled to open the van's door. "She's won't let me open it-"

"Don't make another move!" Mark was able to free himself from Xiao Jun's grasp, wounded and bleeding on the side when Mark kicked him off but Mark was far from okay as well, with a gash on his lip and an open wound on his arm. Mark aimed the gun on his hand to Haechan, making the tanned skin male chuckle.

"You must be Mark." Mark unfazed by how Haechan knew he his name remained in position. "Don't worry. We won't hurt your princess, lover boy." Mark was then knocked out by Jaehyun from behind. One last look of betrayal from Mark and he was passed out on the ground.

Haechan nudged Renjun away and pulled the door open. Iris yelled and kicked when Renjun tried to manhandle her out to which he succeeded and Giselle screamed behind her before she was knocked out as well by a cloth to their mouths and nose.

Haechan watched as Iris gaze lands on his. Flicking the cigar away before leaning on her with a smirk. Her eyes beamed light brown as she tried to make out what Haechan looked like as he towers over her in front of the sun. 'Familiar' is what her last thoughts were before everything went black.

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[fullsunised]

hi sorry to bother you. i just wanted to request an nct dream scenario where they like it when their s/o scratches their back for them? In like a fluffy and cute way. thank u!

ɴᴄᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ¹⁷: sᴄʀᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ

➶-͙˚✶ genre: fluff, except for haechan being a menace

➶-͙˚✶ trigger warnings: mentions of moans and groans(nonsexual)

➶-͙˚✶ requests open

➶-͙˚✶ a/n: its not a bother at all PLS DONT SAY THAT. APOLOGIES IT TOOK A WHILE, HAD TO RACK MY BRAIN FOR THIS ANYWAYS, HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS, AND HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED, APOLOGIES IF IT ISNT :( ALSO, THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST!!

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞

he's definetly taken aback when you offer to scratch his back, but doesn't deny it. he is groaning because he loves it so much. it felt so good, especially with how long and sharp your nails were he was melting under it, all the stress evaporating from his body. becomes his favourite pass time, loves having you run your fingers across his back, while he rests his head on your lap.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡 𝗛𝗨𝗔𝗡𝗚 ❞

weirded out when you offer, but doesn't deny cause he appreciates your love and support. lays down on his front, his shirt on the floor and your hands scratching against his back. loves it endlessly. moans slightly and then hides his face because he's embarrassed. back scratching will definitely become one of his favourite thing to do when he needs a split minute to relax. would love to try it out on you as well dou. would prefer you do it with your fingertips rather than long nails.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗢 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞

just scratch his back bro. doesn't matter if you leave scars or whatsoever because boy adores it so much. always takes your hands and puts it under his shirt, on his bare back and you'd understand what he wants from you. definetly does it to you as well occasionally. has his head on your lap, his back up, and your hands on his back. loves it so much, unconsciously when you're not around he uses his members fingers but then ends up being embarrassed.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞

makes it sexual. bro, when you offer it, he's takes it because that's an odd offer innit, but one scratch and he loves it. moans and groans on purpose just to make you embarrassed and shy. has his head in his arms, watching while you help him ease his muscles and shit. loves it when back scratching is accompanied with a back massage. definetly the type to just watch you get flustered and shit cause of the weird noises he makes during

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡 𝗡𝗔 ❞

falls asleep. First time you do it, he doesn't because it's kinda awkward but bro next time onwards you know boy has a pillow on your lap, his head buried in it, while you are scratching his back. soft snoring, which even makes you drowsy and then in a few minutes, he's sleeping on your lap, you are sleeping leaning against the couch. loves making you do this even while he's showering. bro just doesn't want to stay away from you.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗘 𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚 ❞

jumps on you, forces you to push your hands into his shirt and scratch his back. it has to be his idea rather than your's. also the type to fall asleep, but whine and complain if you sleep. you have to be there scratching him for atleast an hour or so. hand workout fr. anyways, you wouldn't mind because you could be listening to music or some and still he'd be sleeping. wouldn't take him less than a minute to wake up as soon as you stop.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗝𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 ❞

buries his head in your lap because he doesn't want you to see him groan or some like that. very flustered about it first but later when he gets used to it, wouldn't mind if you two do that 24/7. is a bit hesitant to ask, so when you offer accepts it instantly. the type to koala hug you with his shirt off, giving you easy access to his back. definetly brags about it to his members or some like that.

©️FULLSUNISED.

[jnnul]

things he reminds me of (nct dream)

a/n: i know i was supposed to post this on friday oops 😭 i just...have so many thoughts when it comes to love and these boys are some of my greatest muses

genre: fluff/slice-of-life maybe, just love, different types of love, young dumb broke kids in love, LOVE, idk did i say they’re in love yet, tw: mentions of kissing & hickeys lol

word count: 1.4k (idk either man)

MARK

gif credits: @jsuh​

that moment when you realize how much someone truly loves you

guitars that have so many stickers, you can barely see the wood

buying a new fuzzy blanket

the little scratch of stubble when you kiss

laughing when his glasses poke you in the forehead

falling asleep with your legs on top of his on the couch

massaging his head when he’s had a long day

oversized sweatshirts to avoid the paparazzi when he’s coming over

long facetime calls even though it’s three in the morning in his time

voice messages instead of texts bc he wants to hear your voice

hearing your voice in a song

turning your little doodles into the cover of his next solo

whispers about the future that dissolve into the hot summer sky as he looks at you with eyes filled with hope

musky cologne that reminds you of the forest after it rains

the color gray

love.

RENJUN

gif credits: @faerenjun​

never letting you open the door yourself

succulents for every anniversary until you have a forest in the living room

brushing his lips over your forehead before he leaves for work

having a faceless picture of you and him as his background

buying you a necklace with his initials and a matching bracelet with yours

always, always, always feeding you because he’s scared you won’t eat if he’s not there

teaching you mandarin and kissing you every time you get a word right

filming a ‘day in my life’ vlog every couple weeks that you rewatch on your anniversary to see how you’ve grown

sunset lamps that don’t work the way he thought they would

painting together in absolute silence

having a french window with billowing curtains and a bench that the two of you sit on

adopting a dog together only to find out that the dog is a demon

fighting for the remote but he lets you win every time

rubbing your shoulders when you’re stressed

forgetting why you were so stressed when you look at him working so serenely

love.

JENO

gif credits: @seomarkno​

the thunder that rolls in ten seconds after lightning that shakes the high-rise apartment

quiet cups of coffee as the two of you wait for the rest of the world to wake up

words of endearment that are saved only for the most intimate moments

the wracking shoulders when he tries not to cry because he doesn’t want to burden you

the soft comfort in sleeping in his arms

the feeling of all of his worry melting away when you reach for him, even in your sleep, and look for his love

the color red that stains your white dress when you and jeno get wine drunk

waiting for the other to come home to them

home-cooked meals that are a little too hot so he has to blow on it

fights that turn into whispered i love you’s because he can’t stay away from you for too long

listening to the same song, even when you’re hundreds of miles apart

opening all the jars for you, even if you say you can do it yourself

watching a show together and hoping for different pairings

mature conversations about investing in the future

meeting his family a little too quickly - but it’s okay bc they love you

love.

HAECHAN

gif credits: @huangrenjuns​

quirked eyebrows as you vehemently counter his argument about ice cream

making you sit on his lap as he games until ungodly hours to feel your warmth

kissing the nape of his neck bc you love the way he melts in your arms

dropping the cake on his birthday, only for him to eat it anyway so you wouldn’t feel bad

secret getaway trips that you have to beg and plead the company for

telling him how much you love him and seeing his eyes well up

feeling his heart swell with pride when you come home with a new accomplishment

only saying i love you when he really means it - but he says it every morning

gently explaining to you why you should love yourself the way he loves you

green accents everywhere bc you think it’s vibrant 

calling him a loser affectionately

looking at him like he put the stars in the sky

the deep rumble of his chest when you’re curled into him

the way he hums when he thinks you’re not listening but you are

being able to calm you down within 30 seconds no matter what

love.

JAEMIN

gif credits: @jaemtens​ (thank u for doing the lord’s work)

letting him play with your hair until it looks ridiculous

making peach cobbler but you accidentally added too much sugar

waking him up with a mug of fresh coffee and so much affection

letting him pull you into a dark corner to press a soft kiss to your lips

him tugging a blanket over you as you fall asleep waiting for him

carrying you from the kitchen counter to the sofa, insisting that he was going to cook for you tonight

letting him buy you pink accessories bc he says you look soft

getting the silent treatment from him when he’s mad but he can never stay mad for too long

promising him that you’re never going to leave him when he’s scared about your relationship getting discovered

surprising him backstage at an overseas concert

seeing his eyes light up when you walk into the room, no matter how long it’s been since you started dating

feeling the hard planes under his shirt when you bandage his back after a long dance practice

texting you at insane hours to sneak over to his place and order takeout

frowning when he sees you wear revealing clothes only to say, “you wear whatever you want, baby. i can fight.”

he can’t fight but he tries to seem tough for you anyway bc that’s what he thinks you want. you don’t. all you want is him.

love.

CHENLE

gif credits: @jjsungie​

oversized jerseys which all say ‘curry’ on them somewhere

buying him presents only to find out that he already has it

seeing him cry when you tell him about your deep and personal secrets bc he’s never felt so much pain for someone else before

convincing you to get matching tattoos but both of you pussy out

renting out an entire arcade to go on a date

not letting him rent out an entire arcade bc wtf who does that chenle

always celebrating your anniversaries in a lowkey, private, and humble way

going 50/50 on everything in the relationship even if chenle would rather die than make you pay

playing rock, paper, scissors to decide how to split the chores. for. everything.

playing cards against humanity except the two of you are just looking for the craziest combinations

brightly colored scrunchies for his hair, not yours

stealing the blankets bc you run cold and he runs hot

wearing sweatshirts to colleges that neither of you attend

sober advice bc he doesn’t understand why you get stressed sometimes

knowing that you compliment each other, rather than complete each other

love.

JISUNG

gif credits: @leemarkies​ 

thinking he’s rizzing you up but it just looks rlly silly

asking you what-if questions at ungodly hours and then leaving you on read

do not disturb until he dies. and then he comes back with a pinterest reaction meme.

feeling frustrated when he can’t tell you how much he really loves you

getting confused between love, lust, and like but knowing that he feels so incredibly safe and warm with you

fighting his instincts to run every time he realizes how down bad he is for you

having to physically drag him out of the dance studio bc he’s going to collapse from exhaustion

not letting anyone but you touch him when he’s sick

telling you abt his dreams to become a big star

rambling about his theories abt humanity and the universe for h o u r s

not realizing that his sweatshirts are disappearing until you wear them around him

nearly having a heart attack the first time you give him a hickey (and then asking for three more)

the purple light glinting in his eyes as he rewatches his stages for mistakes

gently coaxing him to be a little less perfectionist

splitting a pizza with you and thinking it to be peak romance bc it is to you and him

love.

[rockstarhaechan]

get high with me | lee haechan

pairing: bsf!haechan x bsf!fem reader

warnings: mentioning of weed, pet names, make out, both being high asf

note: i love high haechan stories omg. ( also was high while writing this )

“you take a big puff” haechan held the joint into your face, blowing out the smoke as you grabbed it and secured it between your lips breathing in before keeping the smoke in your lungs for a few seconds.

blowing out the smoke you started coughing before haechan laughed at you a little taking the joint back into his hands. you weren’t used to smoking weed this was your first time and you did it with your best friend.

“try a second time, tell me once you’ve had enough” he stated, holding the joint for you this time. inhaling the toxic smoke this time made you fly, you felt how your body began to feel different and your breathing became more intense. your whole body relaxed.

haechan took a few more puffs before setting the joint aside, grabbing the remote and turning on the television in front of you.

“what do you wanna watch?” as he finished his sentence you just laughed and you couldn’t stop. your world was spinning, everything became pure chaos in your mind. haechan called you a few times before you realized he’s talking to you.

“doll, are you okay?” he laughed out grabbing your hand getting a little worried about your state. as his hand met yours a shiver washed over your body. this feeling was new to you, the intense feeling of haechan touching your hand, you wondered what a kiss would feel like now so you began to slowly lean in, eyes focused on his lips.

“what are you doing y/n? this isn’t-“ before he could finish your lips met his and you went flying for another round, his lips felt soft and he tasted like weed. haechan soon kissed you back, letting the high take over before he pulled you onto his lap holding your waist tightly as if he could lose you any time.

your hands got tangled up in his hair eyes unable to open. if this is what being high feels like you’d always wanted to smoke with haechan. your world stopped, everything moved in slow motion. you started to kiss haechan more intense, tongue playing with his while his hands were resting on your ass, holding you close.

“i’ve always wanted to do this” you moaned into the kiss basically letting high you confess to your best friend as your breathing became more unsteady. haechan pulled away quickly grabbing the joint and a lighter looking into your eyes as he lit up the small object between his lips. he signaled you to open your mouth as he kept the smoke in his mouth.

he kissed you passionately, smoke traveling through your lungs inhaling deeply. all you needed right now was haechan and the high you're being on. you noticed that haechan placed the joint back into it's ashtray before his attention went back to your lips, your panties were soaked by now but you were scared to cross any other boundaries.

the first is yet to come as you felt another high that's gonna hit you. moaning into the kiss once again as haechan's hands helt you even tighter being scared he is gonna lose you any moment. you felt how haechan slowly laid you down on the couch, never breaking the kiss.

you're completely free from all uni problems you've had, laughing and smiling after such a long time in pure stress. haechan adored how you could just shut off your problems and enjoy life for a moment.

hours went by and you were still high cause haechan rolled another one for the both of you. more make out sessions were included and haechan missed your lips the second you pulled away only to kiss you once again.

but you guys never went past the kissing, it did get more heated but no boundaries were crossed. haechan loved the feeling of kissing you and you loved the attention he gave you. but in the end, you enjoyed being high with haechan and it turned into a weekly routine which always ended in heated make out sessions.

[struggling-intuit]

peach fizz (M)

you x jaehyun || your husband is perfect and eats pussy like a god

bibi || restless

prompt || of his ability to anticipate a partner's needs

wc || 1.7k

warnings || MINORS, GO PLAY WITH YOUR AGE-APPROPRIATE TOYS; femme!reader, husband!jaehyun, jae has a thick dick, he cooks, post-work foot massage, cute cringe, penetration, soft romantic sex, finger sucking, reader is overworked, pussy licking, jae is very pussy drunk but also respectful of your boundaries

You shoulder your way into your apartment, weighed down by your work computer with files precariously balanced alongside your purse and winter coat.

Another night of work off the clock.

Your department is hell, more so ever since you got promoted to manager. You’re absolutely swamped.

You barely see your husband anymore, barely see yourself when you look in the mirror. Not to be dramatic, but you might just be a husk of your former self.

Shrugging off your blazer, you collapse onto the couch. When was the last time you had a break? You don’t remember.

A nap would be great right now. It really would. Face-first deep into the plush of the sofa, bathed in the golden-hour light scattered across the wooden floorboards, enveloped by the warm aroma of tomato, onion, oregano, is that parmesan? Your eyes snap open.

Jae.

As if he could hear thoughts, the man in question comes meandering out of the kitchen.

“Dinner’s almost ready.”

He’s smiling as he leans down to kiss you on your temple then shifts out of view. You hear him kneeling behind you.

“How was your day?” he asks.

He relieves your heels from your feet, thumb brushing against the tired sole. You don’t say anything.

“That bad?”

The rich timbre of Jaehyun’s sluggish articulation reverberates through you, ghosting up your spine to tickle the shell of your ear. He chuckles at the full-body shiver the sensation triggers and lifts your foot, soft lips tenderly pressing against your ankle.

“Haechan’s bothering you again?”

You sigh as his fingers dig into your calf, working into knots so dense they must’ve been there for a fortnight.

“He just – ooh… never does his work right the first time. I’m always having to correct it.”

“That sucks.” He strokes the side of your knee as if to reassure you. “You shouldn’t have to take on his work when you have so much to do already.”

You groan as Jae’s attention shifts back to your feet, kneading sweet pressure into patches turned tough from endless days of running back and forth trying to keep the company afloat.

He hums in thought, hands stilling for a half-second.

“What are you going to do about it?”

“I don’t know-ah!”

He's found a new rhythm, knuckles pressing into your left heel and pushing up the back of your leg before switching to the right. You try to ignore the faint throbbing between your thighs.

“Well, what do you want to do about it?”

The heel of his hand drives into the muscle, cutting through a particularly annoying kink like butter.

“Oh my god, Jae, please.”

“What?”

You just know his mouth is quirked with that lazy smile of his. He’s been waiting for you to say his name.

“Jaehyun,” you acquiesce, just above a whisper and mumbled into the cushion. Your body is flushed hot with need.

His graceful fingertips drift upward, rolling the flesh of your upper thigh.

“What did you say?”

“YUNO!”

Suddenly he’s right where you need him, fondling your clit through the sopping seat of your panties.

“Dessert first?” he asks, and then his face is buried in your heat.

He pauses to breathe you in, same as he always does. The first time he went down on you, you’d questioned why and gotten a vague answer about savoring every meal. You’d figured he just had a kink for it.

Ritual complete, he delves between the clothed folds, making sure to hike your rumpled skirt the rest of the way up and over your ass. Jaehyun’s relentless tongue turns cotton into tissue paper, near dissolving the fabric in attempt to taste every inch of your pussy.

You can’t help but reminisce about how cute he looks when he eats you out. The dark crevice of the couch is the perfect canvas on which to project your memories – his small mouth, the vampire teeth, even those peachy dimples when he smiles against you… everything about pussy-drunk Jae is lovely.

And his eyes must be going all droopy now, now that he’s lifting your hips to suck at your clit more directly, even more fiercely.

He’s hard for you.

And you? You’re dripping for him.

Your honey is staining his nose and everything below, slicking swollen lips as they slurp eager, desperate for your juices. His tongue reaches to cup you in your entirety, fluttering against your stiff bud and pulling from your lips his first reward: your moan, dark, needy.

That familiar sparking warmth rises in the pit of your belly, you’re getting uncomfortably close. You wriggle back against him, squirm out of position. His hands are quick to put you in your place.

Jaehyun won’t let you get away, not with your orgasm bubbling up like champagne. He’s sinking into you, drowning in you, electrifying you with an endless current, a live wire at the peach pink of your pussy.

Your vision goes a bit fuzzy at the edges, then your climax is crashing over you. Jae doesn’t stop. He pulls you closer, laps at you, presses sugared kisses at your gushing cunt. He’s drinking in every yelp and squeal of his name, only pulling back when your spasms begin to slow.

You’ve finally stopped shaking and he’s brushing your shoulder, possibly to make sure you’re alive. 

Your name is so pretty from his mouth.

“Did I do it too long?”

“No,” you breathe, voice trembling.

He smiles softly, leans back on his hands.

“Good. I’ll go check on dinner.”

You grab at his arm as he stands up to leave and end up encircled around his waist.

“Wait Jae, I –”

He looks down to meet your gaze. You can’t tell what he’s thinking, no point in wondering though.

Instead you disentangle from him, stand up on unsteady feet, and push skirt, panties, everything down to the floor.

“Please, Jae. I need you.”

He turns and steps toward you, and you can see just how hard he is. For you.

Jaehyun’s lips are always so gentle against yours, and today is no exception. You want to bring the hunger out of him.

“Are you sure?” he murmurs. “I can wait, I don’t want to be a burden.”

“Jaehyun.”

His eyes widen at your tone.

“Shut the fuck up and fuck me.”

You push him down on the sofa, rushing to undo his zipper before he can protest again. He doesn’t, simply watches you pull his cock from his pants and curl your hand around the base. You love the way your fingers don’t quite touch. How many times has this monster been inside you?

When you’ve had your fill of leering at his thickness, you grab his chin with the other hand and stare directly into his eyes.

“This,” you start, motioning to his dick, “is mine. If it’s unsatisfied, then I want to satisfy it.”

Jaehyun presses his lips together to stop himself from laughing.

“Do you have a problem with that?”

“No.”

His dimples are on full display.

“Then where do you want me?”

He hesitates before grabbing you by your hips, pulling you toward him to position you over the swollen head. He looks at you one last time, chuckling at your mock-stern expression. 

“Jae.”

And with that, your steaming, syrupy folds are split by thick, hot cock, oh my god he’s so big.

Jae fucks you slow, agonizingly so, only breaking eye contact to engage your clit again. There’s something about his measured pace that offers a whole new level of friction, and you can barely stand it. Seething curses escape you as you lean back into the palm splayed between your shoulder blades.

He’s so rock solid beneath you. You don’t resist the urge to trace the hard lines etched by his chest and shoulders, nails brushing through the trail of dark hair leading from his belly button to the apex of a defined V. He watches the patterns traced with you, his breath swelling as you take him again and again, all the way to the hilt.

“I love you.”

You almost don’t hear it over the rush in your ears, but you’ve read those words on his lips a million times.

“I love you more.”

“Doubtful,” he fires back, and your laughs mingle in the little space between you.

“You know you have cum all over your face,” you joke, thumbing the final dregs of your release from his chin. He opens his mouth, poking out his tongue just enough to welcome your fingers inside.

“You’re so nasty, you know that?”

He doesn’t respond, busy sucking at the sticky delicious coating your digits, but his eyes crinkle at the corners.

A preliminary spasm sneaks up on you, earning a low moan that darkens Jae’s eyes. As if they could get any darker.

“Jae, I’m close.” And he is too, his husky grunts echoing in the back of his throat. He picks up the pace, and just in time to spin you off the cliff again. Goosebumps form just under the heat rising off you as your senses cut out in turn. There’s only Jaehyun.

Your pulsating embrace sends him into overdrive. He’s trying not to hurt you, but he’s pounding, pounding, fucking you until he can’t anymore. Every time he cums in you, he’s a beast.

And when you’re spent, cuddled into him on the sofa and wearing his shirt as you doze in the post-sex glow, he carries you to the bed, tucks the covers under your chin, and returns to the kitchen to make sure he hasn’t burned the food.

A couple hours later, you’re awake to finish your work, a little less stressed and nude except for a flimsy robe and reading glasses. Jaehyun knocks on the cracked door before slipping in with a steaming plate and glass of wine.

“What is it?” you ask, bending your neck to get a good look at the meal. 

“There was a recipe for baked ziti. Thought you might like it.”

Your heart beats a touch harder, a dash faster. Your husband’s attentiveness never fails to make you fall in love with him all over again.

And the food? Mouthwatering, as always.

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FTWS: FIRST ANNIVERSARY | L. DONGHYUCK

synopsis: You and Haechan have been fighting lately and even though they were small arguments, it all got thrown into the same melting pot. To add onto the stress, your ex boyfriend shows up unannounced and his arrival causes things to stir up even worse than what they were before. (Note: this is a pt 2, check out pt1 here)

pairing: boyfriend!haechan x oc ft. mystery ex bc 🤭

wc: 7.7k

genre: fluff, comedy, slice of life au, angst, all that jazz

warnings: swearing, kissing, mentions of blood (just a small part where a wound is open but not anything graphic), lmk if I miss anything!

mentions of: 127, dream and wayv members, mention of aespa members

<3: did I write this all in one day—yea, do I regret it, no baby LMAO. also a special thanks to mako for getting me through these last few hours along w ash and briar for also just being some of the most amazing friends I could ask for. also thank YOU for giving all the love to fre trial wedding style and giving it 1k notes in just a little over a week, I hope this is just as good as the first and I love you all <33

Ever since you and Haechan started dating, it’s been interesting to say the least. He takes you on random dates throughout the city and almost always pays for each, you try to reason with him that you do have your own money to chip in, but he tells you chivalry isn’t dead and pays before you can get another word in. You know it’s sweet and he’s trying to be romantic, but somehow it also leads to small arguments. For example, the argument you’re both in as you pace the living room of your apartment happens to be based off the date you decided to cut short due to his lack of view from your standpoint.

“I don’t understand why you’re so mad, I’m your boyfriend and I want to be able to do things for you.” Frustrated, Haechan watches as you walk around your living room, running his hands through his hair.

“That’s because you don’t let me do anything, you don’t let me pay, you don’t let me have much say into where we go or what we do and you treat me like a baby when in fact I’m older than you.” After listening to the reasons off on your hand, you stand with your hands on your hip. He rolls his eyes, moving his entire body in the motion. “By a couple months—why are we even bringing age up, this isn’t about who is what, this is about—I don’t even know what this is about anymore.” You let out a heavy sigh, rubbing your temples to relax the migraine that was pounding against your skull.

Haechan moves across the room, grabbing both of your hands and bringing them to his lips. The soft kisses he places along your knuckles brings you back in as you meet his eyes. “Look, I’m sorry for making you upset.” You can tell how genuine his words are by the look he’s giving you. “I won’t plan everything without your input anymore, I promise.” He continues kissing your hand, moving his kisses down to your wrist. The feeling of his soft lips on your skin let's open the cage to the butterflies that flutter inside your chest. “I forgive you hyuck.” He smiles against your skin, moving his lips from your wrist to your lips.

You wrap your arms around his neck, grazing your fingers through the ends of his hair. As he pulls back from the short and sweet kiss, he rests his forehead against yours, taking in the moment while it lasts. “Are you staying over tonight?” You frown, shaking your head which is returned with a mirrored frown. “I got a meeting in the morning with Jungwoo and you know that he’ll chew my ass if I’m late by a second.”

“Why can’t you stay over then, I’ll get up and make you breakfast and even lay your clothes out for you.” Haechan moves his head into the crook of your neck, checking every box of his tactics to convince you to stay. You relish in the feeling of his worth, letting out what felt like the millionth sigh of the night. “That sounds like fun hyuckie, but last time you tried to make breakfast, you nearly burnt down your apartment.” He laughs against your shoulder, making you laugh in return by the tickling feeling of him giggling against your skin. “So does that mean I can stay over instead?” You pull back, eyeing Haechan as he gives you the same goofy smile he always has on. “Go home before I take my key back.”

Haechan continues laughing, pulling his keys from his front pocket. As he holds them up, you see the purple key with home written across the metal. “As if I’d ever let you take this back, this is my key to your heart baby and unfortunately for you, you’re stuck with me.” Rolling your eyes, you turn him around and start to push him towards the door. “Yeah yeah, better be glad I still like your crazy ass.” Haechan opens your front door, turning around to face you as you wait for him to initiate the goodnight kiss. As cheesy as it sounds, it’s almost become a tradition for you two to kiss before the other returns back to their apartment. Even though you’re right across from each other, to you it seals in everything that the day has brought and leads to a better night.

Haechan leans down, kissing you so gently that you can barely feel that he’s there and those are your favorite type of kisses with him. All of them are probably your favorite, but this one in particular tops the cake. As he pulls away, you almost don’t wanna see him go, but you need all the rest you can get before work in the morning. “Goodnight y/n.” Haechan’s voice sounds so bittersweet, walking backward to his door as you give him a small wave. “Goodnight hyuck.” He smiles at the nickname, turning to open his door and disappearing behind it once it’s shut.

Closing your door, you make your way down the hall and climb into bed to settle for the night. Just as you start to get comfortable, you hear your phone go off with notifications. Deciding not to ruin your comfort, you neglect your unread notifications and opt for sleep. By the morning, you still don’t have the energy to check your phone and instead skip breakfast and head straight to the office to get the day over with. The moment you step into the building, you’re greeted with Jaehyun who was standing by the front desk chatting it up with Winter. You notice two coffees in his hand and to much surprise, one of them is your usual order.

When Jaehyun notices you, he makes his way over and hands you your cup. “You’re in a surprisingly good mood today.” You scowl at him as you take a sip of your drink. “Says the one who took the time to order me a drink, I’m not gonna pass out am I?” He gives you an uneasy smile before stepping into the elevator with you. The weird sense of deja vu comes over you, sending a chill down your spine. “You haven’t checked your phone by chance, have you?” Looking up from practically spacing out, you give Jaehyun a weird look. “No, why, did I miss something?” He looks at you almost surprised, shrugging as he gets off a few floors before your stop.

“Good luck y/n.” Just as you’re about to ask him what his mood was about, he practically rushes away from the elevator, leaving you confused. When you get off on your floor, you see Taeyong and Doyoung standing nearby. You wave at them when they look your way, getting a smile in return. Something in your stomach tells you that things are going wrong when they immediately turn their backs to you and start moving in the opposite direction. You try to push the feeling down, continuing down to your office. When Karina sees you, she pulls you aside almost immediately. “Girl what the hell have you been doing?” You look at Karina with the same confusion you’ve been giving everyone, wondering what the hell you missed in the last twelve hours.

You crouch down to her level, rubbing your arm where she had pulled you aside. “What am I doing, what the hell is going on, everyone is acting like I got the plague or something.” She scans your expression with her eyes, realizing that you haven’t figured out what you’re about to. She sighs, slumping forward before looking up at you. “Okay, I guess you didn’t get my texts last night which by the way were important so don’t freak out or anything, but Xiaojun is back.” At the mention of his name, you can practically feel the color from your face leave you. The mention of ex makes you feel sick and you have to hold onto Karina to keep you from falling on your ass.

A little backstory into Xiaojun and your relationship explains your reaction and why you visibly look ill. Before the two of you became a couple, Xiaojun was an exchange student who went to your high school in hopes to get into the journaling club and that’s where you two met. He was tall, had a pretty smile and even prettier voice. Naturally, you two got close and even started to hang out after school and outside of club hours. It sounds like a typical high school romance and from the surface, it was. Until it was time for him to go back home and you were both left heartbroken and frustrated on how to resolve the underlying feelings between the two of you.

Somehow, the world kept working in your favor and Xiaojun ended up moving back once he graduated from his school back in China. The two of you went to the same university and even both got into similar classes to spend the most time together. All things were going great up until your senior year when you both applied to the job you work now. Tension started to build as you both wanted to get a spot as an intern in hopes to kickstart your career as a journalist. You knew how bad Xiaojun wanted it, but you didn’t know if you were willing to give up your dreams for your boyfriend. Yes, you did plan and hope to marry him one day and even in the toughest times, you’d still find yourself wanting to grow old with him, but when you got the spot and he didn’t, everything started to fall apart.

Both you and Xiaojun would get into fights after you got back from working all day and unknown to you, he applied as well for an actual job to the company. When he ended up getting the job, you didn’t know how to feel, I mean yes you were happy, but he also went behind your back and didn’t tell you about it until he was accepted. After all was said and done, you stuck through it and eventually was offered a job as well and to you, this was a great idea. You’d be working with your boyfriend who you loved dearly and you’d both be doing the thing you love. All was found great for about three weeks until he was offered a job at the sister company over in China.

When he brought up the offer to you, of course you were heartbroken, but you weren’t going to let him leave his dream behind to stay here with you and this somehow added more fuel to the fire. He started accusing you of wanting to take his position and even went as far to say you fell out of love with him which was far from the truth. In the end, he took the position and left overnight after a heated argument that caused you both to split. It took you years to move on from the first love of your life and when you did, you met Haechan who has been the absolute best boyfriend you could ever ask for. Sometime in the beginning, you did find yourself comparing him to your ex, but Haechan could never compare to Xiaojun because he treated you so much better.

Karina’s hand on your shoulder brought you back in, the concerned look in her eyes making you feel even worse. Everyone knew the messy breakup that happened between you and Xiaojun and everyone was sympathetic for you when you started putting all your focus into working. “Uhm, how-I mean when like what—why is this even happening?” Your voice was shaky, taking deep breaths in to calm yourself. Maybe it was the nerves that shook at the mention of his name, causing a chain reaction of old memories and emotions to resurface or maybe it was the sheer pain in your chest that drops down to your stomach when thinking of seeing him in front of you again.

“He’s supposed to come in today, but I heard from Doyoung that he’ll be in by the end of the week, I just thought I’d tell you in advance to prep you.” Immediately, you pull her into a hug to which she returns and the two of you hold one another on the floor in the back space of the office. “Keep strong, remember you have Haechan and all will be well, he doesn’t have a hold over you anymore.” Her words soothe you and she feels you relax in her embrace. You close your eyes, mentally thanking every star in the night sky for bringing you an amazing friend like Karina.

“C’mon, let’s go to my office so I can tell you about Yangyang and the shit he did last night.” Both of you get up from the floor, sitting in her office while she works on some reports and spills every little detail from her date with your boyfriend’s best friend. You thought it’d be weird going on double dates with Yangyang and Karina, but seeing as they’re not actually dating (yet), it all just feels like one big hangout amongst friends. You confide in her about your small arguments with Haechan and she now isn’t too happy with the boy of mention. “Seems to me like he’s ready to take the next big step.” You give her a look, flipping through her paper files as she types away on the computer. “And that is?”

“Moving in together, duh.” You snicker, trying to find any hint of her comment being a joke. When looking up to find her staring at you, you realize she’s joking. “Oh, you’re serious?” She shakes her head, pulling the files from you and setting them on her desk. “So you mean to tell me you haven’t thought about moving in with him at all, not even once?” Shrugging, your face scrunches up at her disappointing sigh. “L/n Y/n, you seriously haven’t thought about moving in with your boyfriend of nearly a year?”

“Not necessarily, I mean I’ve thought about it a couple times, but the thought of it always gave me stomach pains.”

“Are you sure that wasn’t just his cooking?” Jaehyun’s voice was recognizable from literally anywhere, making you whip your head around to throw up a finger at him. He smiles, slapping your hand away as you turn back to Karina. “Girl, this man is putting all the signs in front of you and you can’t even see them, see this is why you’re fighting.” She folds her arms over her chest, leaning back into her chair. “We’re not fighting, we’re simply arguing over the littlest shit which actually makes no sense in the end and we end up making up.”

“I hate to break this little counseling session, but you’re about to be late for your meeting.” You gasp, looking down at your watch to see you have barely three minutes to make it across the building. Pushing Jaehyun aside, you sprint as fast as you can through the building and bust through the doors just in time. Out of breath with your hair sticking to the light sweat that broke out on your forehead, you’re leaned over trying to catch your breath as you prop your hands on your knees. “Glad you can make it miss y/n.” The sound of Jungwoo’s voice makes you swallow thick, wiping your forehead with your sleeve as you move to grab a seat.

You can practically feel everyone’s eyes on you as you sit down, embarrassed at your unprofessional entrance. You look around the room, noticing the seat next to Jungwoo was empty. You’re about to ask Doyoung, who was sitting beside you who it belonged to before the door opened and caught everyone’s attention. “Sorry for being late everyone, I was caught up in traffic.” The familiar voice sends an uneasy chill down your spine, making your throat go dry and refusing to look in his direction. “No problem Xiaojun, please take a seat and let the meeting begin.” Jungwoo welcomed him, motioning him to the empty spot that was right across from yours.

You could feel his eyes on you, making you feel sick on the stomach. Instead of looking his way, you focused on the projector screen and tried to remain visibly calm and unaffected by his presence, but it was starting to get hard to maintain.

For the rest of the day, you stayed pretty silent and dodged every question that was being asked. You could tell people were worried and tried to be there for you, but the overwhelming shock of seeing him after nearly three years was still so fresh on your unhealed wound. Even Karina tried to keep people away from you just to let you have some space and give you time to collect your thoughts, knowing later on you’d fill her in, which you did. You called her after you left work, telling how uncomfortable it was with him staring you down and how tense the meeting was and how Doyoung pulled you aside and apologized for his unexpected announcement. Doyoung mentioned specifically he’d chew Jungwoo out for not giving him right information about his whereabouts for your sake.

“I can’t believe that happened, that’s something from like a movie.” You sigh, sticking your key into your door and pushing it open, nearly dropping your phone as you scream. Haechan, who you assumed wanted to surprise you, was standing in your living room with a plate that was covered with a metal lid. Taken aback by your reaction, he too screams and unexpectedly drops the plate which ultimately lands on his foot, furthering his scream. You throw your phone aside after telling Karina you’d call her back, scrambling down to a very much in pain Haechan. “Are you okay hyuckie, how bad does it hurt?”

Haechan moved his hands away from his bruised looking foot. You noticed the cut that was bleeding, frowning as you graze your fingers near his wound. “I’m sorry baby, I ruined your dinner.” When you looked up to meet his eyes, you immediately wanted to cry. He looked so soft and sad, like a puppy that was kicked and it broke your heart to see him apologizing over something so small. Okay, maybe it was just the weight of stress from the day that tipped the tears in your eyes to start spilling mixed in with your overly sweet boyfriend in pain apologizing for something that felt like your fault.

After you cleaned his wound up and had him propped up on the couch with a pillow under his foot, you cleaned up the mess it made and took a well-needed shower after. When you got back, you saw Haechan asleep on your couch, looking too peaceful to wake up. Grabbing the blanket from your closet, you gently drape it over him. He stirs a little, blinking up at you with a smile. “Baby, why didn’t you wake me up?” You shake your head, crouching down to hold his hand as you place a soft kiss onto his cheek. “You looked too peaceful to be woken up, plus you need to rest your foot.” He sits up a little, pushing the blanket off as he tries to get off the couch. “I can still walk, I’m not on crushes.”

You shake your head, helping him up and instead of guiding him to the door, you guide him to your room. “Why aren’t we going to my apartment?” He questions, letting you help him into bed. He knows far too well he can walk on his own, he just finds it too cute that you wanna help him around. “You’re staying with me tonight, duh.” After climbing into bed, you snuggle up to him and rest your head on his chest. His arm that you’re laying against is playing with your hair as you relax under his touch. “Wanna talk about it, your day I mean.” If you had a list of all the things you loved about him, near the top would be his attentiveness and how he seems to always know when something is troubling you.

“Maybe in the morning.” He nods, satisfied and way too tired to pry it out of you. Instead, he kisses the crown of your head and closes his eyes. His thoughts are turning and the sleepiness lets his tongue become a little unfiltered before thinking of his own words. “You know, maybe we can do this more if we lived together.” You could hear your heart beating out of your chest, only hoping that he didn’t hear it as well. You decide not to say anything, opting to go to sleep instead.

When morning comes, Haechan was still asleep and damn did he look so cute. You slowly and as quietly as you can get out of bed, get ready for work and leave your apartment with Haechan in it. You did write him a note and left it on the counter for when he wakes up before rushing out the door and praying your day would be better than yesterday. You genuinely had hopes it would, that is until you actually got to work and ran into the one person you were hoping to avoid. Xiaojun was walking just as you were, waving to you as you with return a nod. Trying to rush to the elevator, you’re starting to think the universe genuinely did enjoy shitting on you as Xiaojun made it just in time in the same elevator with you.

“What floor?” Practically spacing out, you didn’t realize he was talking to you until he got closer to you and started waving his hand in front of you. “I’m sorry, what?” For some ungodly reason, he smiles at you and repeats his question. Your tongue goes dry as you tell him and he clicks on it. You want to crawl into a hole and let the earth swallow you up when you see he only clicked on your floor, meaning he too had to get off on that floor. The rest of the ride up was tense and uncomfortably quiet.

Once the doors open, Xiaojun goes to say something and you can almost guess what he’s about to say before you run, literally run, out the elevator and run into your tiny office space and hide. As embarrassing as you probably look, you’re thankful you kept the conversation short and didn’t have to endure any more short talk with him. You pull your phone from your pocket as it starts buzzing, settling in your chair and logging into your computer. You immediately smile at the caller id, swiping right to answer and bring the phone to your ear. “Hi hyuckie.” You can practically hear his smile through the phone as he shifts around in the background. “Hi baby, i like the note you left me.” Smiling a little wider, you start to click open some unanswered emails.

“I’m glad you like it baby, I meant it too, especially the part about taking one of your toes if so much as lift a hand today.” He laughs, taking a bite of what you assume is the food you asked Yangyang to bring him for you. “Yeah yeah, don’t touch my money makers.” You snicker, holding the phone up with your shoulder as you start to reply to emails and sort through the ones that aren’t as urgent. “Anyway, have you thought of what I said last night?”

“Hm, last night?”

“Yeah, about moving in together and stuff.” The timing of his words and the email you just opened triggered a chain reaction to you feeling awfully sick. The email you received from Doyoung was his email that he got from Jungwoo, telling you that you’d have to work on a piece for an up and coming company with—you guessed it—your ex. “Baby? What’s wrong, you went super quiet.” You almost forgot you’re talking to Haechan, clearing your throat as you type a very infuriating reply to the email. “Uhm, sorry I just got distracted, can we maybe talk about this another time, I’m so sorry baby, but I just—I gotta take care of something real quick.”

You miss the defeated tone in Haechan’s voice when he bids you goodbye before hanging up the phone. As if on cue, Doyoung comes flying into your office, giving you the same sympathetic look he gave you just the day before. “Don’t do anything irrational before you send that email.” You push yourself back from your desk, swiveling your chair around to stare up at him furiously. “Are you kidding me, out of all the people in this building I just so happen to be paired up with him?”

“I know and I tried to fight Jungwoo on it, but he said what we were all thinking.” Doyoung threw his hands up in defense, trying to keep you from tearing him apart. “And that is?” You crossed your arms over your chest, waiting for something logical, anything that’ll make you believe there’s nothing to quit you from going to Jungwoo yourself. “You’re the best we have and he’s also very talented, think about it y/n, if you both work on this together—not even together, just you working on the draft and him finalizing it, it’ll give you so much light.” You hated it, you hated how right he was and how sick it made you feel. You hated that you now were forced to have contact with him and you absolutely hated how Haechan would react.

Just as you’re about to tell Doyoung you didn’t care and that there was no way in hell you’d work with Xiaojun, the man himself peaks into your office as Doyoung is leaving. “Hey y/n, can we talk?” You look to Doyoung for help, but instead he waves you goodbye and disappears amongst the crowd of your coworkers. “Uh, sure?” He leans against your desk, picking at his nails as you can only assume he’s trying to find his words. “I assume you got the email and I just wanna say I’m excited to work with you again.” You feel way too many emotions at once and it’s all overwhelming. Thankfully, he doesn’t look at you directly and can’t tell how close you are to crying.

“In celebration of being back, we’re all going out tonight and I wanted to know if you’re coming or not.” You want to say no, you want to scream it from the top of the building and tell him to eat shit for coming back into your life as if nothing happened, as if he didn’t break you, but you pull it together and shrug. “I guess, if Karina goes of course, don’t wanna be with you alone somewhere.” The last part comes out completely by accident and it throws Xiaojun off. He smiles, taking his leave, leaving you to try and filter your thoughts.

The rest of the day goes by relatively normal and you made sure to text Haechan that you were found out with work friends for dinner. To much surprise, he didn’t ask why and told you to have fun. You told him you’d be back not too late and somehow that was the opposite of how the night ended. When you all left work, everyone immediately wanted to get dinner and have a good time. You on the other hand kept close to Karina even though she invited Yangyang. Karina made the promise to stay by you regardless of her state, but two shots into the night and she was off somewhere dancing on tables with her (soon to be)boyfriend cheering her on.

Awkward tension was surrounding you and Xiaojun as people kept congratulating you both on getting such a big story to cover and to be honest, it didn’t feel like a real celebration. By the end of the night, Karina had lost your keys somewhere between the bathroom and the bar she was clinging to. Xiaojun of course had to be the first to offer you a ride home with the drunk (not yet)couple in his backseat and although you wanted to call Haechan, you felt bad if you got him out the comfort of his bed at this ungodly hour. The drive on the other hand was a breeze since Karina and Yangyang kept spewing nonsense and directly talking shit about Xiaojun.

When you pulled up to your apartment, Xiaojun got out of the car as you did, watching you walk towards your building. Turning around due to the feeling of being watched, you saw him leaning against his door. “Why are you watching me, it’s uncomfortable.” He smiled, shaking his head as reopened his door. “Just making sure you get inside safely.” You chose the safest option and turned back around without a word and went up to your apartment. The only thing you wanted right now was to crawl into your bed after an amazingly hot shower and sleep your worries away, instead you were met with a very upset looking Haechan standing at your front door.

“Hi baby.” You mumble, pushing your door open and walking past him. “Who was that?” His question threw you off, turning to him to see him standing in your doorway with furrowed brows. “Who are you talking about?”

“Pretty boy making heart eyes at my girlfriend, the one whose car you got out of?” You could see the hurt written across his face, making you frown. “Baby, he was no one, don’t worry about him.” He scoffs, dropping his crossed arms to run his fingers through his hair. “He’s not one of your coworkers I’ve seen before, so please y/n, just tell me who the hell was that guy.” You’ve never seen him so upset before, his eyes were glossy and yet there was a lingering anger that you could see in his eyes. “He’s my ex boyfriend—I know it looks bad I know, but I can explain perfectly.”

He looks down at his feet, silently waiting for you to give your explanation. “He used to work at the came company, but he ended up moving back home to work at the sister company and we broke up—I promise you hyuck there’s nothing going on between us, he just dropped me off because Karina lost my keys and they all wanted to celebrate him coming back and I didn’t have a ride ho-“

“Why didn’t you call me?” It was all too much, your senses overwhelmed. Both of you were a mess, crying as you each tried to keep it together. “It’s late and you’re hurt and I didn-“

He scoffed, taking a step back and out your front door. “So you take a ride with your ex instead of calling your boyfriend..is he the reason you don’t wanna move in with me?” Shaking your head, you try to reach out for him in hopes he’d let you in, instead he shuts you out and takes another step back. “Please hyuck, I do wanna move in with you, I just can’t.” Everything was happening too fast, Haechan silently went back to his apartment leaving you falling to your knees in tears with your door wide open.

That night, you felt empty inside. It seemed dramatic, but you truly never had such a bad fight with Haechan before. Sure, you two would have small petty fights, but this one ripped your heart right out your chest and all you could think of was how he might leave you. The next morning, you laid in your bed, crying on the pillow Haechan used each time he stayed over. You had already told Doyoung you’d be working from home for the rest of the week, making up an excuse that you were sick and didn’t feel like coming into work and risking everyone else getting it as well. Of course Doyoung wished you a good recovery and told you he’d email you everything you needed.

As the day passed, you laid dormant in your bed while watching the sun rise and fall from its shine through your window. A knock on your front door caught your attention, immediately rushing up from your bed and running through your apartment to answer it. When you opened the door, you were hoping to be met with Haechan, instead you saw Karina holding a duffel bag. “Don’t just stand there, lemme in, it’s cold.” You stepped aside, sniffling as she entered your apartment. You could hear shuffling coming from down the hall, watching Yangyang come up and to Haechan’s door along with Renjun and Mark. They all gave you a sympathetic smile when seeing you nearly break down, knocking on Haechan’s door.

You stood there, waiting for it to open just to get a glimpse. You needed to see him, almost desperate to see him and you wanted nothing more to have him back in your arms. Mark picked his phone from his pocket, answering it and nodding before hanging up his call. “He said it’s unlocked.” Both boys nodded at the other before giving you one last look before they all disappeared into Haechan’s apartment. Karina gently guided you from your door, holding you when you turned into her arms and let it all go.

Not exactly how long you stood by your door crying into her shirt, but being the amazing friend she is, she held you as you let it all out. The stress from work, the stress and pain from being forced to be around Xiaojun and the stress and pain of worrying of losing Haechan was all too much and you finally let it all out. Once you had calmed down, both you and Karina settled in your bed and watched your favorite moves for the rest of the night till you got hungry. “Go shower and I’ll order food.” You could only nod, imagining how bad you smelt from wallowing in your bed all day.

As you got in the shower, Karina ordered your favorite take out and waited till it was delivered. She went to get it from the delivery man when she spotted Haechan coming up to his apartment. Not knowing if she should say hello or not, she paid for the food and stood awkwardly in your doorway. From the looks of it, he looked just as bad as you did. Hair unkept to, clothes inside out and mismatching and he overall looked heartbroken. She started to think he didn’t notice her, until he finally made eye contact. “How..is she?” She too felt her eyes start to sting thinking about you and how softly you tried to cry in the shower when she passed by.

“She’s not herself, but I got her.” He simply nodded, standing in front of his door for a minute. “Karina, did the food come?” Your voice caught both of their attentions, making Karina turn around and shut the door before she caught sight of him. When the door shut, Haechan silently cried as he entered his apartment, being brought into a group hug with the three boys.

A few weeks had passed since your fight with Haechan and both of you were avoiding each other, despite how much you wanted to talk to one another. When he was coming in from work, you’d be opening the door for Karina or leaving to go meet up with Xiaojun for work. I know, meeting with your ex when you and your boyfriend aren’t talking isn’t ideal, but Jungwoo got down your throat about your project and wanted a final draft soon. Karina kept telling you to man up and text him first, be the bigger person and to ‘get it over with’ so she doesn’t have to see you mope around.

In your defense—you tried to text him and every time you did you could see the three little bubbles indicating he was too trying to text you. You always chickened out, waiting for him to finish his text, only to be saddened when the bubbles disappear and your heart breaks all over again. As you’re sitting on your couch binging It’s Okay To Not Be Okay for the fifth time this week, you hear a knock on your door and don’t think much of it. When you get off the couch and finally open the door, to much surprise you don’t see who you expect. Usually when you hear a knock, it’s typically Karina and if she can’t come, she’ll send Yangyang in her place. You were even hoping it’d be Haechan, instead you were met with a very smiley Xiaojun.

You notice the flowers—your favorite flowers in his hand and a bag of what smells like your favorite food. The old you probably would’ve swooned at him standing in front of you, but the person you are now is completely taken aback by his unannounced arrival, more importantly how did he remember where you lived. “What do you want?” Now he looks taken aback, not expecting your reaction. “I uh, can I come in, it’s kinda cold out here.” You relax, leaning against your door frame with arms crossed over your chest. “No, now answer my question.” He takes in a deep breath, swallowing thickly while trying to avoid your gaze.

“Well, it’s our anniver—“

“Was our anniversary, past tense.”

“Yeah, was, um, but I thought you’d like to come out with me, but judging by your absence at work I decided to come to you instead.” Your deadpan expression should give away how you feel, but you almost forget who you’re dealing with. He was the same way when you two dated, completely oblivious to your feelings despite your body language giving it away. “Xiaojun, I’m sorry if you got some mixed signals by me being in your general presence, but I have a boyfriend actually and I’m not really into the douchebag type anymore, sorry.”

He scoffs, dropping his hand that was holding the flowers. “You could’ve just said no, you don’t have to make up having a boyfriend.” You’re not exactly sure how the universe managed to pull this off, but just as Xiaojun was finishing his sentence, Haechan was walking up to his door with Yangyang and Mark. “Actually, that’s my boyfriend right there, wave hi.” You point to Haechan who was confused seeing you and your ex staring at him. “Who, the one with blonde hair?” You visibly gag, shaking your head while Mark snickers at the very offended Yangyang. “Ew, no, the brunette, that’s the boyfriend, so sorry, bye bye now.” You give Xiaojun a little shove away from your door, pushing him a little further before going back into your apartment.

You almost miss the look Haechan is giving you, making your stomach turn upside down with butterflies that cry out for him. Something inside tells you to stay, to hope he comes over and scoops you up and kisses you to make up for each kiss he missed out, but you choose to hold it together and shut your door before you completely break down all over again.

Another long week passed with no word from Haechan and you’re starting to think he’s never going to talk to you again. By the end of the week, you’re fed up with it all. You’re over the silence from his end and the avoided eye contact in the hall when passing one another, you’re especially over spending your first year anniversary alone in bed in the morning. Thankfully it was a weekend and you didn’t have to go into work with puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks, opting to finally confront Haechan and sort through the shit show your relationship has come to.

Sometime between crying to old Taylor Swift songs and brushing your teeth, you go over what you want to say to him in case he breaks up with you and the thought leaves a bitter taste on your tongue that the brush cannot get rid of. You finish getting ready for the day, taking your time to eat breakfast in hopes that it all goes well. Karina had called earlier, trying to give you a pep-talk and hype you up, but she only added fuel to your nervousness. Deciding to stop stalling anymore, you leave your apartment and stand frozen in front of Haechan’s door. The butterflies in your stomach are beating against you, rushing around to be set free.

With a deep breath, you knock on his door and await in the background noise of the city. After some shuffling, you see Haechan swing the door open and you feel your knees giving in just by the sight of him. His hair has been trimmed, combed nicely and parted even with what you assume is styling gel. He was wearing some of his nicer clothes in his closet, no suit and tie, but more of his favorite jeans and a shirt that complements both his shirt and skin tone. He has his shoes on, as if he was about leave and part of you is terrified to know where he was going. “Go back home, you’re not supposed to be here.”

Now you’re a little taken aback by him, furrowing your brows as he immediately realizes how harsh that sounds. “No, no not like that—I mean I had things planned and I was supposed to come to you and it was supposed to be roman—“ As expected, you completely melt as he tries to explain and instead of staring at him like he’s an idiot—(he is but he’s your idiot)—you pull on his collar and take him into a very awaited kiss. Haechan is just as surprised as you are, hesitating a little before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his apartment to hold you closer.

The two of you share an intimate and very much missed kiss, holding one another until you’re both out of breath and pull back. “I missed you hyuck.” You couldn’t see the goofy boyish smile he had, his heart doing flips in his chest at the use of the nickname. “I missed you even more baby, I promise I’ll never go that long without you again, I mean it baby.” Letting out the breath of relief, you took this moment to re-familiarize yourself with Haechan. His touch was still the same, gentle yet firm when he held you. His lips were still as soft as ever, a little dry—but a few swipes of chapstick never hurt anyone.

“I think we should talk about this all, I really do—but I have a surprise first.” You look up at him, smiling as he grabs both of your hands and leads you out of his apartment. “Where are we going?” He shakes his head at you, wiggling his finger after making sure his door was locked. “It’s a surprise woman, don’t ask me questions I can’t answer.” You roll your eyes at him, sticking your tongue out to which he blows a kiss. Following him down to his car, you both get in and head out for whatever his surprise was. You start to look around, heading just a little further down in the city to an area that was somewhat familiar.

“Alright, we’re here.” Once he parked the car, both you and Haechan got out of the car and he took your hand into his. Giving his hand a squeeze, he returned the squeeze with a smile. “You look beautiful by the way, especially when you’re telling your ex off.” You snicker, rolling your eyes at him while following alongside. The two of you walk up to a cafe door, Haechan covering your eyes with one hand as he pulls the door open. “Okay, now take a couple steps forward—but be careful not to fall, I cannot afford to spend our first anniversary at the hospital.”

“And if I do, don’t judge me.” He only smiles, coming in behind you as he still holds his hands over your eyes. You can feel how close he’s gotten, his breath fanning your neck as he drops his hand and you finally take in everything. There were rose petals scattered all over the floor of the cafe that the two of you first met, all leading to the table you were seated that day and circling around it. On the table was your favorite dinner from a chain restaurant that you two ordered on your first official date and along the wall are polaroids you took at the reception of Johnny’s wedding.

Tears began to swell in your eyes, turning around to pull him close and peck small kisses all over his face. He holds your waist, taking in the affection he missed so much. “I know we have a lot to talk about and a lot of explaining to do for the distance between us these last few week, but right now I just want you to know I love you, I’m head over heels in love with you and I wouldn’t have asked for anyone else to want to spend my life with.”

“We’ll talk about that later, for now, I just wanna be with you.” Haechan didn’t have any problem with that, leading you over to the table where you two sat and ate and talked for hours. He told you about how the boys tried to cheer him up and even helped him rent the cafe out for the day—which was very expensive, he mentioned. You told him the full backstory about Xiaojun and Haechan fully understood why you didn’t want him around. Regardless of him being your ex, the two of you were just no good and created a bad environment for you to be in. For the rest of the night, you both danced around the cafe to music Haechan could sing on the spot and had the best night to end your perfectly imperfect first anniversary.

©︎𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐍., 2022

[daegall]

OMG STOP SOFT HOURS FOR JENO PLSSS😩😩 like the way he would have such a soft spot for you whether ur dating or not like JEJFBFBF

idk i can just imagine that he would treat you differently to everyone else yknow??

j r u a mind reader bc istg i was just thinkinc about soft jeno STFU

i also may have urm. gone overboard for this haha

gets so fucking shy around you its ridiculous. has the urge to melt and explode at the same time when you grin at him, has an even bigger urge to just. bury you in him embrace and URGH he wants you to be his so bad.

NAUR THINKING ABOUT HOW HE HATES WHEN HAECHAN SMOTHERS HIM IN LVOE BUT WHEN YOU JUST SLIGHTLY LEAN INTO HIM HE MENTALLY BEGS FOR YOU TO GET CLOSER

when he's bold he'll even wrap his arm around your shoulders 🤭 or even rest his head on yours 🤭🤭

don't get me started on when he gets jealous. GETS SO SAD AND UPSET NOOOOO esp when its with his friends he'll get so insecure ☹️☹️ he could never be as funny as donghyuck, or smart as renjun, hell, jaemin's so calm in comparison to how he gets so shy and blushy in front of you! maybe he shouldnt even try to have you

BUT YOU WANT HIM TOOOOO everytime donghyuck makes a joke, you can't help but prefer jeno's lame jokes because they're absolutely adorable to you, and you can't keep up with renjun and his big brain for your life, and jaemin's calm attitude is nothing like jeno's sweet eyesmile and fidgety attitude always trying to interact with you NAUFJSHFN

and when you're finally his, mans got a whole new side to him you've never seen!!!!! much more comfortable to do things like hold your hand, nap on your shoulder, hug you, kissing your cheeks and!!!!!! making his godawful jokes because you like them and he loves your smile!!!!

some cute things i think he would do/say:

— pack your bag for you after class ; 'jeno, i could have done that myself,' 'i know. now lets get you to your next class, i'll carry your bag for you!'

— wait for you when he walks too fast ; his eyebrows crease in concern, his hand reaching out for you, in which you take instantly in your hold. Jeno's touch is soft, as he rubs his thumb along your skin, 'Sorry, was I walking too fast?'

— makes sure you eat all your food ; Jeno glances at your plate, satisfied to see you've finished eating everything. He grins at you, before wiping the leftover crumbs at the corner of your lips. 'good job! make sure to drink some water, okay?'

— cheers you up when you're under the weather ; Your loving boyfriend frowns when you wipe at the corner of your eyes, where tears start to form. He leans over to take your hand in his, lifting your chin up with the other, and kisses you slowly. 'I'm so proud of you, please remember that.'

in conclusion, soft jeno is best jeno.

soft hours open!