#hyuck fluff

[catboyieejeno]

nct dream reaction ˚୨୧⋆˚

sleepy sex with the dreamies

cw: no pronouns mentioned but reader has female anatomy, mature, explicit smut, although not explicitly stated—any somnophilia is strictly consensual, established relationship in all of these, little to no plot, oral sex, unprotected sex (this is fiction. pls protect urself), overstimulation, pet names, cum play/cum eating, spit, crying, just pure filth fr... all are pretty long... i got too into it...

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ mark

it doesn't happen often, but on nights where mark wakes up at an ungodly hour, squirming and coated with a layer of sweat, his first instinct is to look over in search of you. his cock is throbbing, painfully hard in his shorts. he had just had the most obscene dream about you, and now his tip was so sensitive that even the fabric brushing against it made him hiss and shudder.

instinctively, his eyes open and he blinks away any sleep that remains, knowing he can't rest under these conditions. he turns and lets his gaze land on your figure that lays beside him. even in the darkness, he can make out your form, shirt lifting to sit at the small of your waist. hesitantly, mark lifts the covers to reveal your bottom half, and he has to bite down on his lip to keep from gasping out at the view of your ass cheeks peeking out from underneath your shorts.

there’s a sense of shame that awakens within him when he circles an arm around you and presses his front into your thigh with a low groan. mark's hips have a mind of their own, wiggling incessantly until his breathing has grown erratic against your side.

"...mark?" you shift around a little, turning to face him.

"hey, baby," he mumbles. he leans to hover an inch or two above you, dipping down to let his lips press into your cheek. lazily, he drags them over the corner of your lips and your jaw, leaving a wet trail along your skin.

his hums are low, and not for one second has he stopped rubbing himself against your side. in a matter of seconds, the pre cum that leaks from his head has dribbled onto his gray joggers, and a soft sigh leaves his mouth. your brows dip until you blink in realization and look down, mouth parting.

"mark,"

"i need you so bad," he explains.

immediately, your thighs rub together and your mind fogs as his eyes stare into yours, low with sleep and dark with want. you can just make out his delicate features, soft and flushed as he blinks at you tiredly. his bottom lip is wet with spit or maybe drool, and you lean in to kiss it.

"please, i need you, too," you whimper, and he squeezes your waist tighter in response, pulling you closer until the two of you are chest to chest and your boobs are pressed flat against him.

he wastes no time pressing his mouth to yours and letting his tongue push past your lips, feeding you a lewd groan when your leg hikes up around his waist. your clothed cunt is now rubbing directly up against him, clenching around nothing.

"tell me what you want," his words are whispered against your lips, and he slides his hand over your ass, fingers brushing your shorts aside to slide between your folds and collect your slick, "woah, baby. you're so wet already,"

"can't help it," you mutter weakly, grinding down into his digits.

"you like my fingers? wanna ride them, baby?" he teases your entrance, but you shake your head, too distracted by the outline of his entire length pressed against your pelvis.

"no.."

you clutch as his shirt to pull him closer and he lets out a breathy laugh.

"use your words, babe," the sigh that leaves your lips when he flattens his fingers against your pussy makes his jaw go slack, eyes narrowing on your face. his dick twitches at the way your pupils are blown out and unfocused, your wetness squelching on his palm whenever he rubs you.

"please," you whimper, "i just want you inside of me, want you making me feel good.."

"since you asked so nicely," he's pulled down his boxers in seconds, hand pumping himself a few times before he rubs himself between your lips so he can use your arousal to slip in smoothly.

his tip, however, barely pushes into you before he's forced to bury his face in your neck, whining out, "baby, you're too tight, it'll hurt for you,"

"no, it's fine," you blurt, reaching for his hips, "please,"

you clench around him and he grunts, "let me stretch you out on my fingers firs-"

"please, please, please..."

he takes one more experimental thrust, teeth nibbling on your ear lobe, "you sure? i don't wanna hurt you,"

you nod quickly, slurred praises tumbling from your lips, "'feels so good, baby.."

"okay, okay," his hips push past any resistance and he squeezes his eyes shut as he bottoms out. the fluttering of your walls has him seeing stars, and he's desperately trying not to bust already.

when you beg him for more, he lifts his head from the crook of your neck and obliges, letting his pace speed up gradually although he's still careful to watch for any signs of your discomfort. he fails to find any, only your usual soft features molded into pleasure, giving away how you're barely holding it together.

your brow is pinched, eyes glossed over, pants and moans falling from your lips.

"you like that?"

a chant of yeses are whimpered against his cheek, which you lean in to kiss as the pressure in your stomach snaps and your orgasm washes over you.

"damn, baby, you're coming already?" he tries to tease you but he eats his words instantly, a dragged out moan rumbling from his chest at the feeling of your walls pulsing and contracting.

"baby, ease up—you're gonna, oh, fuck," he slows down, "you're gonna make me come if you keep squeezing me like that,"

"i can't, i can't control it.. keep going, please,"

he can't deny you, despite knowing he can't hold on any longer. his hips snap into yours and you cry out, coming a second time and in turn, pushing mark right over the edge.

he empties himself into you as your thighs start trembling, cum shooting from him and filling you up.

by the time he comes down, his tip is so sensitive that he can't even try to muffle the noises that are coming out of him. he's shamelessly whining out, gaze focusing only on your pretty flustered face. he's intent on keeping his movements from stuttering, so that you can savor every last bit of your orgasm, and he only slows down once your breathing fully calms.

both of you have worked up a sweat, foreheads pressed against each other and breaths mixed.

"that was..."

"i know."

"we should wash up," he suggests weakly, though his lids are already falling closed. you shake your head in protest.

"too tired, baby.. in the morning,"

mark is too exhausted to argue, too comfortable in your embrace to get up. his dick is still buried deep within your warm walls. he settles for staying still, wrapping his arms around you so he can hold you as close as possible, humming while you drift to sleep.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ renjun

renjun's wake up call this morning is unlike any other. his eyes open in slivers to guard himself from the harsh light that seeps in through the blinds. only for a moment does he think about going back to sleep but his idea fades as he realizes there's a weight pushing down on his lap, a blurry silhouette hovering over him.

"renjun? sorry for waking you..." you mumble, except you don't sound sorry at all.

your boyfriend lets out a dragged out, confused sound beneath you and you giggle, rolling your hips forward again to grind yourself along his length. there's a bit of drool gathered at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes are still swollen and puffy from sleep, but he's grown fully aware of your ruse by now.

he looks down at the spot where your bodies meet, watching through his slightly blurred vision the way your pussy lips part when his wet head pokes out. his dick is hard, pressed flat against his stomach.

"what's got you so needy this early in the morning?" he says quietly, bringing his hands up to grip your waist and thighs.

meanwhile, your hand slips between your legs to rub at your folds, "had a dream about you," your own moan interrupts you, "then, i looked over and noticed the tent in your shorts... i couldn't help myself,"

"i'm glad you didn't," he mutters. he rubs his eyes quickly and looks over to you again, letting his thumb roll over your nipple, "you look so pretty in the mornings,"

you blush at his compliment, "so do you," and lift your hips in order to guide him toward your entrance. with your lip between your teeth, you slide down him slowly. both of you breathe out in relief at the same time, and your lips pout slightly at the pleasure shooting through your core.

"nng-aah, w-wait." his hands fly to still you and you tense up.

"what's wrong-"

"nothing, i just-" renjun's eyes roll back slightly, "don't wanna come too quickly."

you smirk, "oh?" and lift yourself up again before sitting back down. instantly, your boyfriend brings his palm to his mouth, sinking his teeth down as the blood rushes to his cheeks and tip.

"i need you, jun. i can't wait any longer," you tease, and your pace picks up a bit. renjun tries to warn you again, but his words are slurred, unintelligible behind the hand that clasps over his lips.

his pretty eyes are hazy, and he's watching helplessly as you start bouncing above him. your moans and whines are driving him wild, and the way your walls constrict around him has his thighs trembling against the quietly squeaking mattress.

"i'm not gonna last," he breathes out, and you shake your head.

both of your hands come up to his chest for support and you lean down to kiss his cheek, "it's okay, you can come,"

and he does, before the last syllable even falls from your lips. he's practically whimpering as his dick twitches incessantly. the feeling is overwhelming, mind-blowing, and he decides that perhaps, he's coming so hard because he's barely awake. part of him hopes he's dreaming, only because it means he'd be able to do this all over again.

alas, he is awake, and when he opens his eyes again after his orgasm, you're lifting your leg to climb off of him.

"let's shower, yeah?"

"where are you going? get back here," he sits up, your wrist clasped in his hand, "lay down."

he guides you to lay where he did a moment ago, scooting down to place his face right between your legs. renjun doesn't even wait for you to get comfortable before his mouth is on your pussy, lapping up the mix of his come and your arousal from your pulsing hole.

your core throbs against his mouth and you squeak out at the lewd sounds of sputtering, grabbing at one of his hands to tether yourself. his other hand cups your breast, elbows keeping your thighs parted for him.

renjun's eyes flutter closed as he savors you, relentlessly working you until you cry out his name. drops of your release drip down his chin and onto the sheets and you writhe under his hold.

"yes, yes!" your pleas prompt him to shake his head and you gasp out, fingers pressing into his arms to push him off. he doesn't budge, though, too obsessed with your taste and the prospect of overstimulating you. the longer his tongue fucks you, the longer you come, until finally, he comes up for air.

your chest rises and falls in rugged pants, and he only smirks at your state.

"i'll start running that shower for us. how does that sound?"

"sounds good," you nod weakly, and he squeezes your hand.

"it's a shame," he sighs, and you raise your brow at him. he sighs again, "i ate all my cum out of you. i guess i'll just have to fill you up again,"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jeno

there's a strange and warm wetness between your legs, most notable when you shift around in your state of limited awareness and feel your thighs gliding seamlessly against one another.

your eyes peek open tiredly, blinking to adjust to the darkness around you. there's a bit of commotion behind you, familiar low grunts that seethe through tightened teeth. jeno lays behind you, body parallel to match your curved form. he was still at schedules when you had fallen asleep, and it seems you didn't hear him come in.

you continue to look around, quickly finding the reason for the slippery situation between your legs. when you glance down, you catch the sight of his angry tip, rhythmically poking out from between your thighs.

normally, jeno prefers engaging in sexual acts when you're awake. he likes watching you fall apart because of him, it gets him off that much faster. tonight, however, he couldn't help himself. when he got home and noticed you had fallen asleep on top of the covers in only a tank top and panties, his already semi-hard dick practically doubled in size.

he had managed to be silent; until now, that is.

"fuck, yes," his voice is strained, no louder than a whisper.

"j-jeno?"

immediately, your boyfriend sucks in a breath and stops his movements. he's quiet for a moment, but when you stir again, he realizes he didn't imagine your soft voice calling for him. he sighs out.

"did i– shit, baby. did i... wake you?" you'd bet anything that his black orbs are blown wide, cheeks red in shame from being caught.

the corner of your lip lifts and you instinctively reach between your legs, wrapping your fingers around his head and pumping a few times.

"s'okay," you mutter sleepily, letting your eyes close again.

he chokes out a needy mewl, "god, i need you so bad, i need to fuck you. please,"

"m'too tired, jen-"

"you don't have to do any of the work, pretty. just lay back, i'll take care of it," his words are cooed, muffled into your back where he rests his forehead for a brief minute. when you nod and whisper out a few soft pleas, he gives your waist a squeeze.

jeno shifts away just enough for his hands to tug at your waist, rolling you onto your back. he doesn't spare a moment, immediately settling between you and spreading your legs apart to see the mess he made.

the bit of light that bleeds into your room from the streetlamp outside bounces off your soaked thighs, coated in a mix of pre-cum and spit. your boyfriend breathes out shakily, bringing his tongue to your skin to lap up some of the wetness.

the pudge of your thighs feels warm in his hands, flesh rolling against his palm as he massages it.

"i love using you...so pretty, all mine," his index finger hooks around the fabric of your panties, shifting it aside to reveal your cunt. with a pleased hum, he licks up the bit of your arousal that drips down your ass, before laying his tongue flat against you. the muscle works you for a moment, slurping and licking until your arousal and his saliva are coating your entrance.

he nuzzles his face deeper still, nose bumping you deliciously and rubbing into your clit when you grind against him. your quiet squeaks are cut off when jeno pulls back, jaw tightening as he spits on you. he dives back in to kiss your pussy then leans back once more, observing his work momentarily until he decides he's satisfied.

hurriedly, he scoots up onto his knees, slapping his dick on your clit a few times, "i'm gonna fuck you now, yeah?"

you eagerly nod, breathing out shakily as he pushes your legs up and to your chest, literally folding you in half. his left hand is large enough to hold the back of your knees and keep your legs in place, while his right hand guides his tip to push into you.

"mmm baby, 'love how you fill m'up," he understands what you mean even though your words are slurred, and he hisses in response, snapping his hips into yours a little harder. your nails dig into his arm as you whimper, impossibly tight from not being previously stretched out. the burn is delectable, though—a plain reminder of how big he is and how no one else can stuff you quite the same.

the position he has you in allows his tip to nudge your cervix with every thrust until you're squelching around him, sobbing and coming so hard that your vision has turned white. your hand flies to your mouth, eyes squeezing out hot tears that wet your cheeks.

he tries to muster a smug laugh but his jaw goes slack as realizes he's much closer than he thought. some of your juices gush when he pulls out, using his hand to milk himself until he busts all over the backs of your thighs and pussy with a shudder, making his second mess of the night.

his groans are loud and throaty, drawn out until the last of his seed has dripped out of his slit.

"feel free to wake me up like that whenever," you laugh airily. jeno's eyes narrow into cute half moons as he mirrors your smile, chest heaving and glistening. he pushes his hair back, then swipes his palm down his abdomen to wipe away the droplets of sweat that had gathered on his pale skin.

"stay here, let me clean you up."

"it's okay, i can-"

"nuh-uh. i promised i'd do all the work," he bends down to kiss your forehead, "now, let me baby you."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ donghyuck

"stay still,"

"sorry. just trying to get comfortable."

he hums drowsily, nuzzling his head between your head and shoulder, cheek squished against yours.

"hyuck.."

he shushes you sharply, turning his face to press a sleepy, wet kiss to your cheek. the arms that snake around your waist pull you in closer until your backside is pressing completely to his front.

there's no perceivable space between the two of you, which you would not have minded any other day. today, however, your boyfriend had spent the majority of his morning playing video games. by the time you woke up, he'd already been smashing his keyboard and yelling into his mic in the next room over for at least three hours.

meanwhile, you woke up alone in your bed, panties wet and stuck to your folds, fantasizing about having hyuck fill you up to start your day. his absence meant you were left to tend to yourself, but your fingers were nowhere near as nice as his and your orgasm was weak and underwhelming. as you waited for him to be done, you showered and had breakfast to make time pass quicker, but he still wasn't done. that was an hour ago.

hyuck had returned a mere 15 minutes ago, annoyed by his performance in the game and claiming he was "in desperate need of a power nap." he curled up to your back and closed his eyes with a satisfied sigh, entirely oblivious to your neediness. until now, anyway.

"stop wiggling around! i can't sleep," his speech is slurred and mumbled, and it's obvious he has begun to drift off.

you don't answer or slow your actions, though; instead, you let your lids flutter closed to pretend to match his sleepiness, and roll your ass back into him again. hyuck leans up on his arm to look at you with puffy lips and a raised brow. when you peek open an eye and grind back a little more blatantly, hyuck gasps and grips your hips.

"don't start something you can't finish, baby,"

"i've needed you all day, hyuck! you were off gaming... i had to take care of myself," you whisper-shout, despite there being nobody else in the room. hyuck's mouth parts, brow creasing as lust washes over his tired eyes.

"yeah? i was ignoring you all day, huh?" he leans down to lick the shell of your ear, breathing his next words into it, "let me make it up to you.. let me help my needy baby,"

your cheeks glow pink and you fidget a bit as he squeezes your ass, playing with the flesh in his hands. it doesn't take long before he's shimmying your bottoms down to expose you fully. there's a bit of struggle when the covers get in the way, but he's quick to lift them up. as soon as the material of your clothes and panties is just past your knees, he presses himself against you, grunting as his dick swells within his basketball shorts.

you, beyond worked up, reach back for his hand, dragging it over your waist and between your legs. as soon as he feels you, he laughs.

"hmm, what are we gonna do about that, now?" you don't even answer, letting your actions speak for you. you take your lip between your teeth, maneuvering his fingers to rub circles onto your needy clit.

"that feel good?" when you don't reply again, hyuck slaps your folds gently as a kind of warning, making you clench around absolutely nothing, "use your words," he insists.

"yes," you pant, "feels so good, b-but i need more,"

a sort of content sound rumbles from his chest before he takes his hand back. you almost whine out and complain, but as soon as he slides his shorts down and plunges himself into your wet walls, your whine becomes a gasp.

hyuck, perhaps from being tired still, starts thrusting into you at an excruciatingly slow pace—one you may have the patience to ride out another day. today, however, your cunt is throbbing and begging for a worthwhile release.

your movements start as sloppy squirms, the walls of your entrance swirling around the head of his dick. he looks down to watch the way his length disappears in you, but his eyes roll back when you find your steady and quick rhythm. his hand flies up to hold your boob and his teeth graze your neck.

normally, hyuck is quite vocal, but the moment your ass cheeks start audibly slapping his thighs, pussy taking him insanely well, the moans and praises begin fall from his lips with zero restraint.

at one point, he's even louder than you.

"push that ass back into me baby, fuck."

"hyuck, i'm-" but you don't get to finish that thought, wrapping your fingers around his wrist as you come around him with a yelp.

he holds your hands tight against your chest as you come, whispering sweet nothings into your skin. when he's sure you've milked your release by the way your desperate grinding slows to a stop, he returns to his lazy pace, fucking into you deeply and tenderly.

"so good," he purrs, eyes fluttering closed.

"come for me," you mumble tiredly, and hyuck weakly laughs, digging his nose into your hair. his eyes squeeze shut and you hear the whine that gets caught in his throat when he obliges, stilling and releasing his warm load into your walls.

for a second, you think he might stay there and drift off, but he pulls out and moves to quickly tug your panties up before his cum can spill out of you. he pats your pussy over the soaked through cotton then snakes his arm around you, letting his eyes fall closed.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jaemin

you will never fail to be impressed by your boyfriend's ability to sleep through seemingly anything.

in fact, despite how long you've dated, there's still no way for you to rationalize this special skill of his; it's practically a talent, and its infuriatingly frustrating. you don't care to admit it out loud, but you are, and always have been, beyond envious.

on days where jaemin goes to bed after you've drifted off, you're always stirred awake by the way the mattress dips to accommodate his tired body. regardless of how gentle he is, how quietly he pads over, lifts the covers, and slips into his side of the bed, he will always wake you up.

it's not like it bothers you! it's something neither of you can help, and you remind him of that every time he holds you close and mumbles that he's sorry for disturbing your rest.

but somehow, here you lie between his legs, hot tongue swirling around his swollen head and licking his slit, and your boyfriend lies completely still, chest rising and falling evenly. he's oblivious to your devious ministrations, even when you start taking him fully into your mouth, moaning and stroking him with your fisted hand in an effort to wake him up so that he can fuck your brains out.

it isn't until you've started trailing kisses along his thighs that he flinches slightly, his muscle twitching under your lips as if whatever you were doing tickled.

"jaemin, please..."

he hums, but he doesn't seem to be fully conscious yet.

"jaemin," you whine. nothing.

alright, fuck it. without thinking it over twice, you bare your teeth and sink them down less than gently on his thigh.

"ah, shi-" jaemin hisses and sits up a bit, leaning back on his elbows. when his hand lifts up the cover and he sees you, he sighs out.

his tone is teasing, the pitch of his voice deeper than usual from sleep, "tsk, tsk... you're so bad,"

"sorry," you giggle, "i've been trying to wake you up for a few minutes now."

"is that right?" he flips the covers away and brings a hand to your chin, his other arm going behind his head, "show me what you were doing, then?"

you hum and bring him to your lips, poking your tongue out to swipe along his shaft.

"fuck, that feels-" he pauses and gulps, "i'm so sensitive,"

"i know," you spit on his tip and pump him a few times, watching how his tired eyelids flutter closed, "like i said, i've been at this for a bit."

"mhm, don't stop. feels good,"

"yeah?"

he nods, gripping your hair to push you down. when he hits the back of your throat, he flexes his thighs, falling back onto the mattress. his free hand is on his stomach, stroking up and down his abdomen that tightens whenever you hollow your cheeks.

"so good to me, baby doll,"

you hum and he echoes you, and you can tell from the way he twitches in your mouth that he's getting close. just as you start bobbing up and down, he pulls you off, replacing his dick with his thumb that pushes down on your tongue.

"what kind of boyfriend would i be if i didn't make my baby come after she sucked me off so well? come sit on my dick, baby."

your pussy clenches and you moan around his digit, nerves buzzing with excitement. when he retracts his thumb, a string of saliva stays behind and he brings his spit covered finger to play with his slit.

he watches as you kneel, knees digging into the mattress as you peel off each item of clothing hurriedly. when you spin around to face his feet and straddle him, jaemin's laughs. his hands come down to slap your ass, keeping each cheek in his grip to guide you down his cock.

"i love this view," he comments, landing one more slap and soaking in the way your skin ripples from the impact. you lean forward to grab his knees, whining out when he thrusts up a few times.

every time his hips meet the bed again, his shaft glistens in your juices, and it only drives him to rut into you faster, to fuck your warm, gummy walls even harder.

so, he does, and he doesn't stop until his balls are slapping up at your clit and you're babbling out a string of praises.

"fuck, fuck. oh, i'm gonna-" jaemin's words get caught in his throat as he comes inside of you, triggering your orgasm. when you squeeze him, he huffs out, blinking away the sweat in his eyes so he can watch the way your head rolls back and your mouth parts in awe.

"that's right, baby," he reaches of your wrists, pulling your arms to rest on his chest so that your back is arched.

"jaemin, you're s'deep," the new angle is delicious, and he doesn't stop until your fluttering walls are so sensitive that the tears have been drawn from your eyes.

exhausted, you fall to lay beside him. his arms pull you close to his chest and he leans up to press a kiss to your lips.

"well, that was quite the way to start our day, huh?"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ chenle

"poke me again, chenle, and i swear to god-"

"what? what are you gonna do?"

you don't answer, simply settling for turning your back to him and tucking the covers under your chin.

"hey," his finger prods at your hip for the umpteenth time, "i asked you a question,"

"chenle, i'm trying to sleep."

"you don't even work tomorrow," he grumbles, scooting closer. you don't know, but the hand that isn't being used to poke you is tucked deep into his boxers, cupping his dick and balls and occasionally massaging them.

once again, you don't reply.

"babe," he snaps. maybe if you ignore him long enough... "babe! babe, babe, babe, baby, babe, ba-"

at once, you flip around, wrapping your fingers around his throat, your other hand slapping over his mouth.

"chenle, i'm actually going to fucking end you," your hair fans around his face and he gulps under your palm.

"not gonna lie," he squeaks, "this is kinda turning me on," you scoff, eyes trailing down his arm to find it tucked away into his groin.

"perv," you flip back around with a huff, but this time, what pokes you isn't his finger.

his member, which he pulls out through the crotch hole, probes your bare ass cheek a few times, smearing his pearly pre-cum all over your skin. he tucks his face into your shoulder, kissing the skin on your neck.

"come on," he whines a bit, "didn't you like choking me?"

"chenle..." your tone is feigning annoyance, but your thighs are starting to press tighter together. tentatively, chenle slides closer, wary of your short fuse. he's careful to not push your limits, trailing his lips along your skin softly.

you hum out quietly, almost reluctant to give in, and he snickers.

"don't hold back. i want you just as bad." when you crane your head towards him, he kisses your lips, maneuvering your panties to the side in a smooth gesture, "this okay?"

"yes. please, chenle," you breathe into his mouth when he pushes into you, sliding into your warmth. his fingers tap your thigh so that you can hike your leg up. as soon as he has better access, his thrusts grow a little more eager, and as you grow wetter, the sound of him fucking you echoes around the room.

the sheets tangle between your fingers when he pushes all the way into you. he stops like this and you yelp out, completely stuffed, his balls pressed against your needy bud.

a strangled sound comes from chenle's throat from the way your walls are involuntarily fluttering, milking and massaging his length in random bursts. when it becomes a bit too much to sit through, he starts his pace again.

the pressure starts building in your abdomen in no time, but it doesn't last long; before you can fully relish in the feeling of your creeping orgasm, chenle's dick is out of you.

"fuck this," before you can say anything, his hands are turning you around to face him, pulling your leg up and around his waist, "wanna see you," he's explains quickly, then he's back inside of you with a wet squelch, gripping your hip hard enough to leave a bruise. at the way his eyes dig into yours, your jaw goes slack.

"a little more," you purr, and he snaps his cock into you harder, only realizing you've started to come because your voice has cut out and you've stopped breathing for a second, vision blurry from the wave of pleasure. the grip your hands have on his shoulders is deliciously tight, and you try tugging him closer.

chenle grunts, "where do you want it?"

"i-"

"baby, i'm gonna come," he chokes out, "where do you want it?"

"can't make a m-mess," you sigh out, "jus' changed the sheets,"

"baby," he urges and you nod, unintentionally squeezing his dick even tighter.

"inside! inside, please!"

his thrusts falter as he releases, painting your insides with streams of his seed. his smugness doesn't waver. he comes inside of you until he's pumped you full of every last drop, just as you had asked, and then instantly scoffs, laughing at your fucked out face.

"and here you were talking so much shit,"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jisung

whatever prompted you to drift into your state of unconsciousness with your legs spread open, jisung doesn't know. what he does know, is that his long and slender fingers are now buried in your cunt, coated in your arousal, and pumping in and out of you slowly.

he hasn't yet decided if he wants to wake you with his actions because part of him wonders if he could make you come in your sleep. so far, with the reactions your body has given him, he thinks he might just be able to.

upon first finding you like this when he woke up from his nap, jisung's dick swelled up in his boxers, tip leaking precum and jolting eagerly in need.

he remembers you mentioning that you wanted to be touched in your sleep, but your boyfriend had never before found an opportunity so perfect to fulfill your fantasy.

he wanted to, but every time he intended to wake you up to his tongue, or his fingers, or even his cock, you had fallen asleep with your legs were pressed together. he knew you might wake up if he repositioned you at all, and he was a bit embarrassed to get caught before he’d even gotten started. today was unlike any of those days, though.

today, your thighs were perfectly sprawled apart, showcasing your pretty folds that barely hid under your shorts. unable to keep himself from such a convenience, jisung brought his index finger to toy with your clit a little, just out of curiosity. in seconds, he noticed the shiny wetness that gathered at your entrance. when he slid his index finger in you and found no resistance, he let out a shaky breath, and that's how he found himself where he is now.

his index and middle finger are stuffed knuckle deep in you, free hand groping his own cock. he's been keeping track of each miniscule change in your body language and currently, his jaw hangs open at the way that even in sleep, your tight pussy is gripping his fingers like a vice, fluttering when he dares to curl his digits and rub your sweet spot.

your lips, which were previously pressed together, are now parted, and your eyebrows are pinched down at the center, almost in confusion. your breathing is faster, too, and he's moments away from ditching his plan to make you come like this.

he's itching to fuck your cunt fast with his fingers, to wake you up and make you come hard until you've soaked his forearm, but then, he hears you mumble something, and he decides to pick up his pace only a subtle amount.

"mmm, ji," you wiggle a bit, "feels good,"

"does it, baby?" he whispers, but you can't answer. you're not awake yet.

he adds his ring finger and your mewls grow desperate, your hands reaching across the bed for anything to grab. jisung knows you well enough to know you're close. he's made you come countless times before, and this wriggling is precisely what you do before you come undone.

ever so carefully, he brings his mouth down to connect to your clit, and as soon as he does, you gasp, eyes blinking open as you finally realize what's happening.

"holy shit, i'm coming," you moan out. your hands disappear into his hair, finally having something to hold and tug on as your back arches and your toes curl. when his teeth graze your bundle of nerves, presumably from the accomplished smile on his face, your leg makes its way over his shoulder to pull him closer, and the two of you hum in unison.

jisung is shamelessly fucking the mattress now, stalling himself so that you can ride out your high on his face and digits. he loves pleasing you just as much as he loves getting off, and the look that you give him when you finally come down has him reeling. his balls are fucking full, and he's so close that he thinks he could come right then and there.

you're shaking with overstimulation, face slightly puffy from sleep. your cheeks are bright red, your pupils are dilated, and the cutest little tired smile is playing on your lips. when you tug his hair gently, he understands it as you pulling him to you.

obediently, he withdraws his fingers and wipes away your wetness from his chin, attaching his mouth to yours to kiss you deeply and desperately.

"was that good?" he mumbles against your lips. you giggle and he does the same, pulling away to look you in the eyes.

"that was fucking great," you kiss him again, "but i wanna make you feel good, too."

"i'm close, but i just wanted to wait until i was inside you,"

with a soft grin, your hands tug his hips closer and jisung kneels with your thighs resting over his own, perfectly aligned with your sopping wet folds.

"fill me up, ji. such a good boy," he groans, both turned on and embarrassed at the same time from the nickname. he knows you're sensitive, so he slips in slowly, and that's all it takes for him to release his thick white cum into you. his head falls into the crook of your shoulder, and you rub his back as he thrusts shallowly, savoring his climax.

⋆ ★

[luvtak]

perfect mix, lhc

❀ pairing bf!haechan x reader

❀ genre/tw pure fluff, oc and haechan are grossly in love, talk about having babies, but no pronouns are mentioned,

❀ w/c 1041

❀ a/n this is the first time ive been brave enough to post my actual writing lol so pls be kind! pls ignore any run on sentences lol<3 also i wrote this mainly for myself hahaha i just love him ☹️

“Do you think we’ll be together forever?”

The question is posed like it’s no big deal—like he could answer anything, and it wouldn’t matter, but Haechan knows you. He knows this is important. He knows just like when you tell him all you’re craving is cereal that your stomach hurts, or when you play Howl’s Moving Castle for the third time in a week that something is wrong. This is important and could greatly change how the night goes. While you’re laying in bed now with tiny smiles, one wrong answer could send you into another Studio Ghibli binge—the last one lasted two weeks where all you watched was Ponyo and Princess Mononoke and wouldn’t let him change it.

 “Well, why wouldn’t we be?” He wants to play this right, doesn’t want to be too serious that you get overwhelmed, but he needs you to know he’s being honest. He’s loved you since he saw you. Some people think that’s a lie or an exaggeration, yet it’s true. Ever since he walked into that café and saw you reading in the corner, so excited about the plot of the story, he’s been whipped. He couldn’t believe it when you smiled at him too, or when you agreed to get coffee together next time. His feelings for you are so big that he can’t see them ever going away, and maybe that’s how everyone in love feels. Maybe people say this every day and then suddenly they don’t even know the person anymore, but Haechan feels like you’re the exception; he loves you too much for you not to be. So, when he says, “I mean I fall in love with you more and more everyday…” He means it, he wakes up every morning finding new reasons to fall in love with you, new experiences that initiate the whole sequence over again, so that he’s right where he started.

“Hyuck! I’m being serious!” Your smile is huge, spread across your whole face mirroring his. He likes you best this way, fully and wholly you. All your makeup has been washed away and your hair’s falling around you on the pillow. You’re in his clothes, a big T-shirt and his sweatpants acting as makeshift pajamas, and your body is pressed right against his. The bed is just too small not to be, so every inch of your skin is touching his—chest to chest, with your legs in between his. And God, you’re smile, he would embarrass himself all day just to see it—and trust, he really tries—he loves your smile just as much as you love his, which is a lot. “Do you really think we’ll be together forever, like we’ll get married and have babies and everything?”

“Course I do, I already got it all planned out, we just have to wait until everything calms down.” You know he means it; it’s written all over his face: all the plans he has for the two of you. He’s always been so sweet, never letting you think anything less of yourself than he does, never letting you be confused about his feelings or his intentions—he told you he loved you as soon as he knew you felt the same and has never let you question it. But it’s hard not to be insecure, not to be at odds with the truth. He’ s so perfect, and so dear to so many people, and it’s difficult to see his love for you over everyone’s love for him, but he always knows exactly how to help. “I mean we’ll have lots of babies, and they all look like you, so pretty.” He has a dumb smile on his face, so fond and happy to be here with you.

The little room is lit up from the candles next to you and its so hot underneath the blanket, but you can’t seem to move. The moment is too lovely, too giddy with his plans for the future. The two of you with a little family. He says all your children will look like you, but you wish they’ll be him—everything from his sparkly eyes to his heart-shaped lips; Perfect from their heads to their toes, and maybe they’ll be as silly and wonderful too, so you tell him. “They should be all you, love, so sweet and so funny, like little suns running around giving everyone a hard time.” His laugh breaks out at this, so smooth, so musical. Secretly you wish they’ll have this too: his easy humor. For you, it’s hard not to be serious, to let things be as they are and find joy in the little things. But Haechan is a wizard at this, letting go of control in hopes of more fun and better times. If you have children, you hope they gain this most of all.

“I don’t know if anyone else would like that, honey, I think they’d be annoyed.” The scoff you release at this is comical, but you can’t believe anyone would dislike him. Sure, he can be mischievous and his playfulness can lead to hurt feelings, but he always kisses it better. He never gives out anything he doesn’t think you’ll be able to take. At his core, he’s a kind boy, just wanting people to laugh with him.

“At you?! Who could be annoyed at you? You’re my favorite person in the whole world.” He knows you mean it. Anyone with eyes could see you meant it. And how could you not when you get to be loved by the warmest boy, so sincere in everything he does.  

“You’re my favorite person too, baby, so maybe they’ll be the perfect mix of both—everything you love about me, and everything I love about you.” And how nice does that sound, little things walking around with so much love in them. Never going a day without hearing laughter or joy or the most earnest I love yous. Never second guessing their place in the world or how powerful  they can be. It’ll be loud and chaotic, but lovely, and if they’re anything like him, they will be so loved. They’ll be him and they’ll be you, a perfect mix.

© luvtak

[twilghtkoo]

in which, it’s the first day of fall and you really wanna get into the spirit of spooky season

pairings. idol!haechan x reader (f)

genre. suggestive??, implied smut, established relationship

warnings. haechan is horny, pouty haechan bc… also not proofread cus im lazy

-

it is the first of october, it’s the end of summer, it is fall. weather will be getting cooler, leaves will start to change colors and fall. your tv channels will start playing the seasonal spooky movies and shows. it’s your favorite season. and in your way to celebrate this big day, for you, is to go to the store and splurge on all the fall things. as well as dragging your boyfriend.

“are you busy halloween? should we do couple costumes?” you eagerly ask your boyfriend, who’s walking in sync with you with his arm hanging over your shoulder.

“you should dress in something hot.” he suggests, poking your sides that’s holding an iced coffee that you and him are sharing.

you roll your eyes at his suggestion, but you mentally take note on finding a costume to surprise him with.

while pushing the shopping cart, you both walk all the way to the back of the store where the halloween section is. the orange and black decorating the section of the floor, making you feel nostalgic, making you smile involuntarily.

your eyes set upon one thing, making you gasp and leaving haechan behind as you quickly push the cart. “baby! look, matching halloween socks!” you exclaim, staring at the big pile of a variety of halloween socks. ones with black cats, pumpkins, ghosts, skeletons, bats, you name it.

you didn’t get a response back, figuring that haechan went to look around another aisle. shrugging, you continued to dig through the pile for cute pairs of socks for you and haechan to match.

“baby, let’s get you this costume.” you hear haechan behind you.

turning around, haechan is holding up a black spider-man body suit. the random lady on the picture of the costume is doing the signature spider-man web shoot pose.

you scoff, “no.” 

“why not? fuck you’d look so hot.” he whines. he huffs, tossing the costume back on the shelf.

you smirk, ignoring him as you slowly walk through the costumes aisle.

“how about you wear this?” you grin, holding up the minion inflatable costume against his chest. 

cackling with the image of him in it embedded into your brain already. he looks down at what you’re holding only to push your hands away with a pout.

you smirk, putting it back on the shelf. haechan grabs your arm as he clings to you, he nuzzles his head on your shoulder, the top of his head is tickling your neck from his hair.

“come on, i can be mj and you be peter.” 

“isn’t it supposed to be the other way around,” you question. “peter.” teasing him with his english name. you know damn well, haechan just wants to be tamed like the brat he is. lord only knows what’s going through your boyfriend’s mind right now and why on earth he’s horny right now. 

you’re not judging, just enjoying him suffering with his thoughts.

“i’m not paying for it.” you simply state, casually walking away to another aisle with fall decorations.

lightly implying that, you won’t buy it but if you do i’ll wear it.

haechan perks up, grinning as he turns around to grab the costume in your size to place it inside the cart, triumphantly. he catches up to you as you place a small, clay, kitten that has a white cloth over it, and two holes cut out for its eyes. it’s ears poking through the cloth. you don’t know where you’re going to put this in your house. but it looked at you. and it’s cute. so in the cart it goes.

as he involuntarily smiles at your cute interests, he goes up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, peppering light kisses against the top your head then down towards your neck. 

he nudges your hair out of his way with his nose, before his lips attack your neck. you still in your spot, your eyes wandering the store to see if anyone is around you both. you’re pretty sure you would die of embarrassment if someone spotted you. 

you elbow him in his side, he only grunts in pain but his lips never detach from your skin. “can’t you wait til we’re at home or in the car.” you whine, but don’t put much effort in stopping him.

he knows your enjoying this just as much as him.

you can feel the heat pooling in your underwear, huffing. “ugh, let’s go pay for this and go.” you push him away before practically rushing to the front of the store to self-checkout. haechan watches you from behind as he follows behind at his own pace. his hands in the pockets of his joggers.

he’ll take you back to the store tomorrow and buy whatever the fuck you want, but right now he wants you.

[pohyuck]

lee donghyuck x reader

☆ fluff, tiny bit of angst, jealousy, cheating, kissing, heavy cursing, childhood friends to lovers, 4.3k wc

not proofread

☆★☆

haechan was playing with his friends when he heard a girl cry loudly, turning his head he saw two boys making fun of the little girl.

despite him being smaller than the two, he didn't think twice about hiding you behind him and yelling at the other two to leave you alone.

you two have been unseperable ever since, and he promised never to let anyone hurt you again.

who would have thought that in the end, he would be the cause to your heartache?

★

although the grownups in your life constantly encourage you to enjoy your youth since you won't get the chance to do it again, there are some aspects of it that are unpleasant. the continual change in your body, the pressure from those around you, and the abandonment of friends.

its pathetic how you still care about the guy that left you without saying anything.

★

you and haechan have some sort of friday night ritual where he comes over to watch a movie marathon with you. but tonight, for some reason, he wasn't there. even though you weren't very concerned by it, you still felt compelled to ask him about it.

weird. you thought. no reply.

you just shrugged it off, figuring that he was either asleep or had an urgent task to complete. but once it had been three days and he hadn't replied or read your texts, you began to worry.

you just decided to ask him about it at school. however, he was acting even stranger at school. his responses seemed reserved, and eventually, he simply ignored you.

you tried to reach out to him often, but each time he gave you an excuse to be left alone. you just stopped communicating with him after you grew tired of his attitude.

it left you hurt and confused. the night you finally accepted that you had lost your bestfriend, you buried yourself in your tears.

★

you're really grateful to your friends for helping you get over what happened and you don't know what you would have done without them.

"tonight's the night you finally get out there! there are a lot more better, hotter men out there than that idiot, redacted" your friend, youngsi exclaims

"i just got here how are you drunk already" you ask as you try to hold her stable

"well i arrived here 2 hours ago so i don't think you expected me to hold myself back for you. i would die for you, but you know it's alcohol over you. only the truth" she says and you scrunch your nose at the smell of alcohol in her breath.

"and i'm not drunk! just tipsy! now let's find you a man. but first, a drink of course." she grins as she pulls you deeper into the crowd.

she hands you your drink and asks, "so, have you seen anyone interesting yet?" she raises her eyebrows at you

renjun approaches you and wrapped you both in a hug "good evening ladies" he greeted with a smile "what's up"

"hey rj, we're on a mission to find y/n's new man tonight" youngsi grins and renjun just chuckles. "well, goodluck with that i'm gonna go play some beer pong. you guys wanna join?" youngsi already stood up ready to follow him, he looks at you "i'm good. i just want to sit down for now. you guys have fun though." he smiles at you and youngsi hugged you before walking away

not too long after your friends had left you, a guy sat down beside you, you didn't acknowledge him until he spoke

"hey, you're y/n right?" he asks in a quiet tone "oh hi, yes i am, i'm sorry but may i ask for your name?," you reply "i'm han sungho, we study at the same university but a seperate campus, i see you a lot on the bulettin board. you're really pretty"

you both blushed "thanks. what's your course?" "fine arts" he smiles shyly

"oh! that is so cool you know fine arts was actually my second choice," the both of you talked the whole night, enjoying each other's company

after exchanging numbers, you two got closer and eventually started dating.

★

they were both rushing late, and jeno, haechan's roommate, roared into his ear, "DONGHYUCK GET THE FUCK UP." haechan grumbled and griped, asking why he would even bother to wake him up.

"i would feel too guilty leaving without you." "please adjust for me once and go get washed up" he begs. "five more minutes" haechan groans. "screw that, just change. NOW. or i'm really going to go without you"

he hurried to get ready as soon as he could, feeling quite awful for making his friend run late.

"hey, what's with the long face?" jaemin greets them with a smile. "fucking exhausted" haechan groans. "wouldn't have happened if you actually rested and not play video games the whole night" jeno nags.

"why rest when you can just play video games right?" jeno rolled his eyes at this and haechan just shrugged.

as soon as your breaks matched, sungho and you made the decision to have lunch together. given that his room is close to the cafeteria, you decided to pick him up.

haechan passed by you as you stood outside the room waiting for your partner, but you didn't appear to notice. he continued to turn to face you until he caught you with sungho. he winced at this and turned aside, oblivious to his own thoughts.

★

your professor was pairing you up for a group assignment the following day, and when your heard the name he called with yours, your hands started to sweat

"hi y/n! it's been too long since we last talked, how are you?" jaemin sits next to you. you were pretty close to haechan's friends, but since he ghosted you, all of your interactions have ended.

"hey jaemin, i've been alright" you reply in a low tone, not quite ready to be talking with someone that is within haechan's circle

"that's nice to hear. well, i'm looking forward to working with you, friend" he says while shaking your hand. you smiled and nod at him

★

"i still cant believe that out of the 50% chance i would get partnered up with a haechanette, i actually get partnered up with a haechanette" you gripe

youngsi shakes her head at this "guess universe isn't on your side for today. but maybe it's a sign?" she says while tilting her head

"why would it be a sign? for what?"

"duh! for you know, you and haechan.. actually no i don't want that it's nothing it's just a class project! atleast it isn't him you were partnered up with" you agree with this. "and it would be strange since youre not in the same class so.. whatever just goodluck, girl"

★

you both agreed that it would be best to do the project at jaemin's dorm since it was closer to the campus than yours and you still had a class in two hours.

you can't help but worry about running into haechan though.

"don't worry he won't be home until 5, you know i won't put you in such a situation y/n" jaemin assures you. having some of your tension eased, you can now breathe more easily.

★

as you were on your way to class, and as the elevator doors open, the man inside was haechan, luckily, you didn't react at all and just went inside, he hopped out and left. you didn't realize you were holding your breath until you were alone

"holy shit" haechan says while walking to his dorm, he got inside looking pale and wide-eyed "what the hell happened to you?" jaemin questions. haechan didn't reply to him and just went into his room

the whole time you were in class, all you could think about was the situation at the dorm, you were lucky enough that you didn't meet in their dorm room but not lucky enough to just not run into him at all. you sigh deeply

★

you've been coming over to jaemin's dorm for a while now, and fortunately, you haven't seen haechan yet since the time you met at the elevator so you we're feeling ease.

and since the universe isn't always on your side, as you were putting your shoes on, ready to leave, someone opens the front door, and that someone just happens to be the person you've been avoiding

he gave you a quick glance before entering his room. jaemin had an embarrassed expression on his face when you turned to face him he mouthed sorry to you, and you just shook your head

when you told your friends about what happened, their jaws were on the floor

"i cannot believe that just happened" renjun finally spoke and youngsi was just looking at you with her mouth widely open. renjun closed her mouth and said, "so what did he do he just looked at you and go?" you nod, "well yeah, what is there to talk about anyway? i'm actually glad he didn't speak to me" youngsi grumbles. she was already enraged with haechan since you had formerly spent more time with him, but after he hurt you, she has absolutely abhorred him.

"that's nice then, you won't have to worry about talking to him even if he's at the dorm. you'll get the project done sooner and you wouldn't have to worry about meeting him at all! yay!" she celebrates. you and renjun only looked at each other, both unsure of the situation

★

"why was y/n here? jaemin i know you're a playboy and all but you should know enough not to fuck with her" haechan says, annoyed

"i would never try to get with someone who's taken. she only came over so we could do our project for mr. kim's class. and unlike you, i try not to hurt my friends" jaemin rolls his eyes at haechan and walked away

haechan only sighs and sat by himself.

★

jeno was clueless about what happened so he was confused why his friends were quiet "okay, can someone tell me what the fuck happened?" jaemin grumbles and haechan looked away "alright, you two go get dressed up we are going to hang out today, make up, and be best friends forever, how about that?" jeno says with hope of his friends agreeing

"how about we just stay home?" haechan remarks "how about i just rip your playstation to pieces?" jeno threatens "you wouldn't" "yes i would, i'm not the one who pays it" they squint their eye at each other "fine"

★

haechan noticed you and sungho together as they were strolling around the mall; he wishes he were the one holding your hand and making you laugh, but he doesn't deserve it after what he had done to you.

"so, where do you kids want to go?" jeno puts his arms around jaemin and haechan's shoulders "home" jaemin says. jeno flicks his forehead

"i want ice cream" haechan says as he saw you and sungho walk in the ice cream shop. "let's go get some ice cream then"

he searched the room for you when he entered and when he did, he spotted you giving your partner ice cream and taking pictures of him. he felt so envious

"yo, what do you want to order" jeno taps his shoulder

as they were having their ice cream he was only looking at you, when jeno saw what haechan was doing, he slammed his head and said, "you had me pay ten bucks for you to stare at a girl?!" jaemin glances in the same general direction that haechan was looking and sighs.

as soon as you finished your dessert, you hastily left since you were conscious of someone staring at you and it made you feel uncomfortable.

"you okay, love?" sungho asks you as he was worried "yeah i'm fine i just have to go to the bathroom real quick" sungho nods at you

★

"i can't believe were almost done! thank you oh my gosh" you sigh happily and jaemin just smiles

"ugh this month has been so tiring, i'm just glad i got partnered up with someone i know" you agree with this

haechan left his room and announced that he was going to the store to buy some things "i'll be back soon please don't lock the door i broke my keys. or at least open it for me later." jaemin gives him a thumbs up and returns to working with you

on his way to the store, haechan noticed a couple acting affectionately on the sidewalk. he was going to cringe until he realized who the man was.

"that shameless fucker" haechan mutters, contemplating whether to confront sungho or simply tell you what he saw. he assumes that it would be best to do so when he returns, but by that time, you had already left.

he decides he would just tell you the next time you come over

★

he felt so awful and guilty every time you passed him with sungho and you looking so happy. he wanted to interrupt you both so he could tell you what the man has been doing to behind your back.

haechan asked jaemin if he could have some time alone with you "please. just 10 minutes" he pleads. jaemin sighs and lets him "i swear if you make her uncomf-" haechan cuts him off "i won't!"

haechan opening the door for you caught you off guard. you simply walked his path without saying a word. he gave you a glass of water and you thank him softly

"so where's jaemin?" "y/n i have something to tell you" you felt nervous when these words came out of his mouth. "what is it about?" you ask "it's about your boyfriend, sungho?" you nod and giving him the signal to continue

"remember when i told you i was gonna pick some stuff up at the store? i saw him with some girl on my way there. they were being so touchy too"

"are you sure this is not just some joke of yours?" you weren't certain he could be trusted.

"what?" he looked confused "haechan, i'm not in the mood for this right now" he sighs and says "y/n i'm not kidding why would i joke about this?"

"well it's kind of natural to lose your trust in someone after they leave you" you shrug and he just hangs his head low "it's your choice whether to believe me or not. i did my part to let you know"

★

all you could think of whenever you were with sungho was what haechan told you. since he often felt the need to leave school as soon as his classes concluded and had been acting a little aloof lately, you believed that he had an urgent matter to attend to and didn't bother to question anymore.

but once he came over at yours, you noticed something and say, "i didn't give you that" he looked at you confused "give me what" you pointed at his neck "that hickey on your fucking neck, sungho"

he rubbed it and made an attempt at an explanation, but it was too blatant. he reached out to you but you moved away, saying, "get out," "y/n i can expl-" "I SAID GET OUT!"

your friends were out of town and the only person you could reach was jaemin. since you've been working on your project virtually every week, you two have become closer. you walked over to his room since you knew he wouldn't judge you.

when the door opened, it wasn't jaemin who was on the other side; instead, it was haechan, who had first warned you about this.

he pulled you into the room after noticing your tears, and was taken aback when you hugged him. he just held you until you were comforted.

"i'm sorry for interrupting, but I simply needed some company and thought jaemin would answer the door for me."

while wiping away the tears from your cheeks, haechan said, "hey, it's alright. jaemin's not home, but i hope i can provide you the company that you need?"

you sat down on the couch and began to tell him what had happened. he listened intently as you said, "he cheated on me, hyuck," and as more tears rolled down your cheeks, he pulled you into a hug, saying, "it will be okay, y/n. i'm here."

you mutter, "you still owe me an apology," to which he responds, "i know, and I want to make it up to you. can i pick you up and bring you to our spot tomorrow?" you nodded as you turned to face him, and he grinned and fluffed your hair.

being with haechan once more was comfortable. you hoped that he wouldn't hurt you again.

★

he fulfilled upon his word by picking you up the next day and driving you to your favorite place for stargazing. you were sat at the hood of his car and he began to speak

"i want to start by saying thank you for allowing me to apologize to you. y/n, i'm very sorry. i was struggling to feel okay and just wasn't able to get well. i didn't tell you about it because i knew you would have tried to help, but i didn't want you to. the people around me made it worse, school was also bullshit, and everything was just stressful. i wanted to improve myself for you, and i wanted to do it alone. i would be unpleasant and swear at everyone who attempted to help me, so i fled out of fear that i would do the same to you. until i was too frightened to even approach you. so sorry again. please try to forgive me; i promise to treat you better. i was a coward and i'm so stupid to do that to my best friend who only wanted the best for me."

you start to tear up "hyuck, i'm sorry for what happened to you and i'm sorry for not attempting to understand you. thank you for trying to do that for me, but i would have loved if you let me know earlier," you both laughed as you made a light joke. "i forgive you" you smile at him "you don't have to apologize for anything; it's all my fault, thank you y/n" he said as he gazed up at you and pulled you into a close hug.

★

when your friends returned, you filled them in on what happened between you and sungho as well as the reconciliation between you and haechan.

youngsi clenches her hands and says, "i'm literally going to beat sungho up," while renjun sobs, "i'm so sorry y/n, i was out having fun while you were alone. i'm so sorry."

when you noticed that renjun was crying, you started to cry as well. you comforted him, saying, "rj, it's okay haechan was with me, i'm glad you got to relax without having to think of anything else, you deserve that more than anything."

youngsi also started to cry and the three of you continued to weep and drink all night. words cannot express how grateful you are to have them.

★

you made the decision to go out to a club with your friends tonight, and they asked that you bring haechan.

haechan was overjoyed by this and eager to see you once more. he picked you up and drove you both to the place

"hey girl!" youngsi greets you haechan smiled at her and she replied with a nod "renjun's at the bar, let's get you both a drink"

haechan stayed by your side the entire night and made sure not to drink much so he could drive you back to your place after. "you guys, i have to go, my man's waiting for me outside" youngsi announced and renjun asked if he could come with as he wasn't feeling too well anymore. you bid your goodbyes and you're left alone with haechan

"do you want to go home too? you're drunk already" you scoffed "no i'm not!" he just nodded at you "maybe a little bit," you run your hands through his leather jacket, he felt tense

"i am so attracted to you right now" he blushed "hyuck, i want you" you sat on his lap and he held you by your waist "y/n, you're drunk. i'm taking you home" "i'm not drunk!" you whine. he walks you to his car and drove you home. he heard you gently call his name while he was tucking you in bed. you tugged on his jacket's hem and whispered, "stay"

★

when you were going to make yourself some tea since you had woke up with the worst headache ever and were trying to recall how the hell you got home, you noticed a man sleeping on your couch. you screamed loudly, causing the man to jump and tumble off the couch.

"haechan!? what are you doing here!?" "you were begging me to stay last night! it was the only way to make you go to sleep!" he argued

you just made your way to the kitchen and started to make tea for the both of you. haechan positioned himself on the kitchen counter

"so what happened last night? i completely blacked out" you ask him while rubbing your temple and handing him his tea

"nothing much, besides from you telling me you wanted me" you almost choke on your drink and looked at him wide-eyed

"i did WHAT?" he chuckles "so what did you do?" "i would never take advantage of anyone y/n. i took you home"

"such a gentleman huh? what if i told you i wanted you now?" he wraps his arms around your body and rests his hands on your lower back as you get closer to him.

"don't test me, y/n" he says in a low tone "or what?" he leans closer to you, your lips only a few inches away, until he walked away

you paused. "what the fuck donghyuck" he laughs and starts eating he squints his eyes at you while smiling "what? i felt hungry. eat up" you rolled your eyes

★

you were picked up from your room by haechan, who then escorted you to class. he envelops your body in his arms and kisses the top of your head before saying, "i'll pick you up at eight, okay?" you merely nod as you enter the classroom.

haechan picked you up and drove you to your favorite fast food restaurant for dinner. he then bought you both milkshakes and drove to where you like to stargaze.

you two relaxed in silence as you sat on the hood of his car.

he suddenly stood up and positioned himself between your legs and places his arms on your waist. he smiles widely at you and you laugh "what?"

"nothing, i'm just really happy to be with you" he holds your hand "y/n?" you looked at him "can i kiss you?" you blushed and nodded. he leans in and places his lips on yours you place your hand on his neck and he tightens his hold on your waist.

you pulled away for air and he pecks your lips then before resting his forehead on yours. "i'll treat you better than you deserve. will you be mine?" "i've been yours since that day at the playground" he beams and gives you another kiss.

★

you woke up with someone's arm wrapped around your frame you turned around to see haechan sleeping soundly

he looks so pretty. you thought. his golden skin, his moles, and his plump lips that you can't get enough of. but you really need to go to the bathroom so you try to get out of his hold but he only tightens it

"baby, stay with me" he nuzzles his head in your neck "hyuck, i have to pee" he looks at you "okay, but hurry up" you peck his lips and ran to the bathroom

you got back to an empty bed and hear him call you in the kitchen. "good morning, pretty" he greets you with a wide smile you hug him from the back and he turns to face you for a short kiss and returns to cooking.

you've always been a fan of his culinary skill; the meals he prepares are incredible, and you used to make jokes about getting married to him simply so you could eat well every day

"renjun and youngsi were supposed to come over today but i don't want to kick you out so i'm cancelling" you tell him. "what? no! i can cook more for them tell them to have breakfast here"

you and haechan both tell the other two that you two are dating, which causes renjun to spit out his meal in disbelief and youngsi to choke.

"she was still mine first" youngsi tells to haechan and he replied "we've been together since preschool you met her in highschool! she's always been mine"

you blush at his statement and renjun was the only one to notice as the other two were busy arguing. he mouthed congrats to you

when your friends left, you and haechan were relaxed on the couch, taking pleasure in a movie you simply happened to choose. and you were happy. your body easily fits into his arms. it seems as though you were meant to be together. in your lover's arms on a friday night was the ideal way to spend the evening.

[nanaloco]

Mario Kart 10137.5

Warnings : MARIO KART (this story heavily describes a game they play of mario kart, howerver it's all in relation to HC and well, you :) alternating from game description to your reactions), slight swearing (like 2 words), hitting (with pillows😭), FLUFFFF, reader and Haechan bicker and joke a lot

Genre : Boyfriend!Haechan x semign!reader, Fluff (again), crack fic?

Word count: 1.32k

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Get it! 10137.5! 101 cuz thats like the teaching number or something then its haechans viewer rating I'm so smart

You and your boyfriend Haechan got nintendo switches together and he's recently been obessed with Mario kart and you ,being his s/o , ooobviously have to play it with him.

The only problem is, you're absolutely terrible at it so he has to teach you how to play before he can even allow you to play with him and his friends (Johnny, Jisung and Jeno). You have no interest in playing with his gaming squad who's names all suspiciously begin with the letter J. But the main driving force which got you sitting on his bed with the controler( that he  bought for you for his house) in hand was the determination to beat him after you came 12th (last place) out of him and all the cpus (basically computer players, you play against but theyre not actual people).

Instead of him explaining to you all the controls and the game, he decided that the best way for you to learn was to throw you into the deepend on the fastest race mode with cpus. You two were going to play 12 matches, with the last one predetermined by Hyuck as 'rainbow road' (every mario kart players worst nightmare). You begin to choose your characters and haechan chooses Bowser because you said he looks ugly and scary. You choose Rosalina (because you have taste of course) and she was one of the only human characters available 😭😭

Hyuck starts the tournament and you two with all of the other cpus are all lined up in a straight line.

3!

2! Haechan starts holing down one of the buttons on his controller

1!

Go!

Everyone speeds off ahead of you leaving you in last place, in the first 5 seconds

'THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENCE WHAT' You exclaim already ready to quit the game, he leans over you to move your thumb over the A button on the right side of the controller and explains that you have to hold down A when it says 2! to in order to accelerate.

Out of rage you restart the game and you're back to the begining, but now you have that trick up your sleeve, nothing can stop you! 3, 2, you audibly press A, 1, GO! Now you're zooming off with everyone else and a victorious grin displays itself on your pretty face knocking Haechan from 1st to third cuz he's lowkey whipped for you as you chaotically purposefully bash into other cpus, you were 8th place making your way to the top ' I'm coming for you' you annouce which he just scoffs in reply.

A few miles ahead, there are these floating boxes which you avoid and run over the speed up as you think that they were something bad, only to see Haechan shoot right through it. Regardless, you were ahead of him. 'What's that' you ask as you see the wheel of different powerups spin at the top of his screen, it lands on a red shell 'wanna find out?' 'Go on then' you reply unimpressed. He makes his way over to you and throws the red shell which follows your kart until it hits your character and stops you in your tracks, taking you down four ranks in the leaderboard as the other players unnessicarily throttle themselves into your helpless character. 'WHAT WAS THAT FOR!' 'DID YOU NOT WANT TO SEE WHAT IT WAS' you roll your eyes but start grinning cheekily as you just recieved your powerup which was a green shell, you somehow caught up to him and threw it at his character only for it to bounce right off of a random object that was apart of the map and hit a player behind you. Your face filled with horror and dissapointment 'What the fuck was that' 'green shells go anywhere, only red shells target the person directly infront of you. ' 'all of these rules are pissing me off, what is this game' you say rolling your eyes in frustration while leaning your whole body into the screen to focus.

Haechan is back at first place and you hear an almost whistle noise as his character finishes the 3rd, final lap of that course, leaving you dumbfounded as bowser does a disgusting celebration animation around the track that Haechan replicates to get a reaction out of you. Which you retort by pushing his face away from you and starting the next match.

9 lost matches later, you've given up on winning through skill, you're willing to anything, absolutely anything to beat this jerk. You have to play dirty, super dirty. So, when the game starts, you ready one of Haechans pillows in your hand. 3! You smack him across the face with the fluffy pillow and almost like a movie feathers come out You quickly grab your controller and hold the A button to accelerate at 2!, 1! Haechan presses accelerate too late at GO! He's left in your dust, smoke coming out of his engine as he's stationary for 2 seconds for accelerating to late meanwhile, you're in steady 3th place. 'WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM' you stick your tongue out as you tokyo drift around the corner and secure 2rd place.

Climbing the ranks, you throw a red shell atthe cpu who was in 1st place making you! FIRST PLACE! With only a few seconds before your beautiful victory which was only 10 races late, this being your 11th. As the finish line is in sight, you're thinking about the funny annoying victory line you're going to scream in his face; 'maybe you could be better than me one day' no 'I was only warming up' no 'you're lucky I let you win, the first 10 matches'; when he lets out a small, evil chuckle. That wasn't a good sign, not from Hyuck.

He was in 2nd place right behind you and hadn't used his powerup from his mystery box yet, you just assumed it was something useless like a banana peel or something until, just as you're about to cross the finish line, you're character has this flying blue thing over her head and a loud warning siren is ringing through the speakers until a large blue cloud of an explosion engulfs your screen and the wicked laugh haechan had been hiding comes out in full fury. 'LEE HAECHAN' He's wiping a tear away from his eye as Bowser crosses the finish line doing that annoying animation which he soon copies in your face, pissing you off even further. 'Blue shells fly straight to the 1st person in the race regardless of what rank you are in! Har har har' he says in a mocking tone.

Consumed with genuine anger, you take it out on him by repeatedly hitting him with the pillow that was previously fired at his face, standing on your knees as he's curled up in a ball before finding his feet and grabbing another pillow, which basically turns into a pillow fight between the two of you. You grab two pillows and tightly shut your eyes as you windmill hit Haechan picturing bowser as you do so only until you notice you're not landing any hits. You squint your eye to see only a glimpse of him leaping at you with his arms reaching your middle until your head hits his bed. You're laying on your back with haechan ontop of you 'I didn't realise you'd actually get mad.' He says as he attempts to place wet kisses on your cheeks while you try to push him away 'GROSS HAECHAN' was all you could make out between your giggles, you couldn't be mad at him. "I'm sorrrrrrry" he coos "sorry for what" "sorry for being better at you in mario kart!" He beams as he starts doing bowsers dance again, recieving another pillow to the face.

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Fyi this is bowser lol

Incase you want to know what Bowser winning animation I'm referring to, skip to

4:20

Thank you so much for reading ily!!!

I'm starting an @ mention list so lmk if you want to be included! 💕💕

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[scented-morker]

prince!hyuck x fem.teacher!reader, pretty much just fluff, royal and fake dating au (!!!), 4.8k words… read the teaser first!

"Playboy Prince Settles Down" "A Royal Romance" "Prince Lee has a Lover" 

You smile politely at the guard outside the castle, trying not to show the discomfort you were currently feeling at your surroundings.

You weren't sure what you expected to happen after your encounter with the young prince, but it certainly wasn't waking up to a knock on your door and an invitation to the castle. Nor were you expecting the faces of every worker in the castle to confuse you more, with their sly smiles and eyes following you like they knew some secret you didn't.

"Their royal highnesses will see you now."

You attempt to thank the servant for delivering you to the correct place, only to find them having disappeared after announcing your presence to the inhabitants of the room.

"Ah y/n, welcome!"

You turn to the voice only to immediately drop into a deep bow, not expecting basically the entire royal family to be waiting for you as soon as you entered.

"Oh uh hello."

You hear a few small giggles and a hand helps you up from the respectful drop. It's Donghyuck, and you get a flashback to your first meeting when he did the exact same thing.

"Relax," his voice soothed you, and your body immediately reacted to his instructions, unnecessary tension leaving your body as you stood up straight.

His hand stayed on your arm while the rest of the room took you in, and you were glad for the contact as you tried not to wither under the royal gaze.

"So this is her?" A man spoke, and you looked at the prince next to you in confusion.

He just sent you a smile, directing your attention to his mother with a nod of his head.

"Hello y/n, it's wonderful to meet you! I've heard about the many good things you've done for the children of our kingdom."

You almost blush, shy at the acknowledgment from the queen, and everyone in the room smiles.

"Oh! Thank you! I was just doing my job."

The queen smiles at you and glances at her son before continuing to speak to you.

"You've been such an excellent citizen, I'm deeply sorry for the mess that you got involved in after your encounter with my son."

Donghyuck flashes you a bashful smile and you look away, scared to blush if you make eye contact or look at him for too long.

"It's okay. Honestly I think Prince Donghyuck got the worse deal in that situation."

"That certainly is true," the queen confirms before taking a few steps closer to where you were standing, "we were hoping you could help him out on that front."

Your eyes flickered from the woman in front of you to the prince on your right.

"Uh, how can I do that?" You question, and Hyuck finds himself smiling at the fact that you didn't even think about it before agreeing to help him.

"We propose that you and my son set the record straight about what is going on between you two. Inform the media and citizens that what they saw was not a sudden romantic action."

You tried to comprehend what was being said.

"So just... tell them the truth about what happened? That we just bumped into each other? Of course I'll do that."

"Not quite," this time it was the same man who spoke earlier, who you would later learn was Donhyucks sisters boyfriend, "we would like you to spin the story just a little bit, to make the Prince seem less like a so called ‘playboy’ and more of a mature man."

"You lost me now," you spoke, immediately turning to Hyuck in your confusion, and the royals took note of the way you always looked to him when in need of confirmation.

"Be my fake girlfriend." He spoke bluntly.

"I- what?" You squeaked, and he let out another laugh.

"The media hates me, they're going to keep pushing the 'player' title on me until they're forced to do otherwise. You can help me right?"

You should say no. Any rational person would have. Getting involved in a huge lie with the ruling family, a fake relationship with the crown prince, it was a terrible idea.

But something about the way the Prince was looking at you so fondly, his puppy dog eyes asking so nicely for you to help him, made every rational thought in your head go silent.

"Of course."

Hyuck pulled you in to a tight hug as soon as the words left your mouth.

He might not show it, but he really did care about his position and what the citizens thought about him. He really did want to be a good king.

"I could literally kiss you right now," he mumbled into your ear and you laughed the same laugh that hooked him in the first place.

"Save it for the media loverboy."

He smiled at the nickname, and it registered in his mind that it was going to be very hard to keep things fake with you.

"Wonderful, I've called a press conference in two and a half hours where we will reveal your relationship to the kingdom."

You pulled away from the young man in front of you, staring in shock at the queen.

"You what? I- how- in front of everyone?"

The queen only smiled, "yes, in front of everyone. You're going to go with Jieun to get ready, and she's going to brief you on the specifics."

Donghyuck reassured you after seeing the wide eyed look on your face "don't worry, Jieun will take care of you, and I'll see you as soon as I can okay?"

You weren't fully convinced, but you nodded your head anyway, letting him push you towards his sister before walking in the opposite direction as she leads you.

"Hey, y/n," you tear your eyes away from the back of the princes head and turn to his sister.

"Uh yeah?"

"I figured you weren't paying attention," she laughs and you smile apologetically.

"Sorry, I'm just kinda nervous."

"Thats okay, I'm just going to take you to change and stuff and give you your relationship background. You should be back with Hyuck within the hour."

You can't even hide the look of relief that flashes across your face.

Jieun smiles knowingly, beginning to brief you on the backstory they had created.

Two hours later you were sat on a stage in front of media personnel, and cameras recorded from all angles the way you stuck to the prince's side, shooting nervous smiles to the camera.

"I will now open up questions to the couple," you were so busy staring at the way your hand was completely engulfed in Hyuck's that you missed the entire briefing.

Donghyuck gave you a soft smile, pulling you up by your hand and taking you to the podium. It was hard to ignore the hundred, possibly thousand even, eyes watching you. There were news cameras, newspaper photographers, and journalists everywhere all with pens and prying eyes.

"How did the two of you meet?" One shouts, and you're glad the first one you had been briefed on.

Hyuck takes the lead, explaining how you were invited to the castle as a thank you for your contributions to the children and the two of you instantly clicked.

"You've been together for six months, why have you just now announced it?"

"Why was Prince Lee on vacations on islands with other women while yn was staying in his kingdom and working with his citizens?"

The questions were getting very personal, and also very passive aggressive, and you were getting more and more nervous.

They were going to see right through you. They're gonna know you're lying and they're going to charge you with treason and you're never going to see Chenle or Jisung again.

Your panic must have been obvious, because soon Donghyuck was cupping one side of your face, whispering reassurances into your ear.

"It's okay love, you're doing great."

"We will offer one more question, as to not overwhelm Miss Yn anymore."

They chose a blonde reporter who looked about your age for the final question, and you thanked the gods that she went easy on you.

"What drew you to the Prince, Miss? And how did you handle seeing all the headlines about someone you knew was being portrayed wrong?"

"That's actually two-" the royal advisor goes to say, but you wave him off.

"It's okay," you say with a smile. "These are easy questions and I'd be happy to answer both."

Hyuck watches you proudly, giving your hand a squeeze as you go up towards the podium.

"I guess the first thing that drew me to the Prince was how humble he was." There were a few snickers in the room and you respond with a chuckle. "I know, a lot of people wouldn't believe me, but he never lets me bow to him and he always insists on taking the blame on things so I don't worry. In regards to your second question, it was extremely hard. I knew the media was wrong about Prince Donghyuck as soon as I met him, and watching them continue to paint this awful picture of a playboy out of someone I knew to be a very devoted partner caused me a lot of disappointment. I hope that this news has cleared up some of the rumors swirling around him." 

You give one last gracious smile to the crowd before stepping back from the podium, Hyuck's arm immediately taking its place around your waist as the advisor announces the end of the press conference. 

You and Hyuck exit first, leaving the meeting room and heading back for the residential area of the castle. 

"We survived!" He laughs at the excitement in your voice, as if you had really thought the room of reporters was going to be your end. 

"Yes we did, and you did great! I mean that last question, someone get you an acting award." 

"Hey," your voice is soft, and you reach up to cup his face, the urge to reassure him stronger than the self consciousness at touching him so intimately, "I meant exactly what I said. I know they're wrong about you. You're going to be an amazing king, and they're blind for not seeing it." 

At this, Donghyuck-- the Prince and future King of Kyubok-- started blushing. His face was still resting in your palms, warm and a pretty pink color as he looks at you softly. 

Your eyes flicker to the mole above his lips, and you swear that his face is closer when you meet his eyes again. 

"That was fantastic!" The loud voice of Johnny shoots the two of you apart, and you don't dare look up from your feet as the rest of the royal family files into the room behind him, knowing smiles on their faces. 

There are aggressive whispers exchanged between the man in question and his girlfriend, and by the time they're finished your face is finally cool enough to show. Your eyes immediately go to Donghyuck like usual, and he appeared to be mouthing something at the two, but stopped when he saw you watching, opting instead to send you a blinding smile. 

"Miss Y/n, you'll be staying with us for the foreseeable future, in the room designated for the prince's betrothed. We'll have the next few days to relax and regroup, and then next week you and Hyuck will travel to a few of the bigger cities in the kingdom to make appearances at tree lightings and charity events before coming back to this castle for the Christmas Ball on December 23rd." 

You blink a few times, willing your brain to absorb all the information the queen had just told you, but you don't make it very far. 

"His betrothed?"

Jieun shares a fond smile with her mother before explaining, "the room was built when he was a child for his future queen to stay in before their eventual wedding, but it's empty until he gets engaged anyway, and it's the closest room to Hyuck's own so we thought you might want to stay there." 

"Oh," is all you can say, and Hyuck shoots daggers at his family for their not-so-subtlety. "I hope she won't mind," you say, although thinking of the prince being engaged in the future leaves a weird feeling in your stomach. 

"She won't," Johnny grins, before nudging the prince towards you, "Hyuck why don't you go show her the room?"

The prince makes a very unprincely finger gesture to his sister's boyfriend, but does as he says, giving a quick "we'll be going then," as he leads you out the room and through multiple halls and up staircases. 

"So this one is yours, I'm the one right there," he points across the hall to the pair of doors directly across from your own, "so if you need anything just knock, or come right in and I'll help." 

"Okay, thank you for the generosity your highness." 

He makes a face of disgust before speaking again, "okay, I'm glad we're past the bowing thing, but lets stop with that too," he says, referencing your formal language. 

"Sorry, it's just this is all a little weird. You're still a royal, even if you act like a dumb teenage boy." 

He laughs at your teasing remark, "see I like that much better." 

He lets you go into your room, telling you he'll meet you in the same place in a few hours to take you back down to the dining room for dinner since you didn't remember at all how you'd gotten there. 

You entered into a room that was bigger than your entire house. The bed seemed like it was fifty feet away from the door, and the suite included a lounging area by a huge lit fireplace, a connected bathroom, and what you discovered to be a walk in closet conveniently full of exquisitely made gowns in your size. 

When in the world did they have all the time to do all of this? 

You've already messed with everything in the room by the time Hyuck knocks on your door to take you to dinner, and you're relieved to see that he has also changed out of his press conference outfit and into sweats. You were worried you would have to dress formally for dinner with the royal family. 

"Did you see my surprise?" 

You look at the prince in confusion, "What surprise?"

He grins, taking that as a no and opening the door to your room, leading you past the bed and a random piano and towards a dresser that you'd skimmed over on your initial snooping. 

You open it at his prompting, laughing when you see it's full of comfy outfits and pajamas. "They wanted to fill the closet with royally acceptable outfits so figured I'd leave you something a little less suffocating."

 You grab a pair of the new pajamas when you get back to your room after the best dinner you've ever had, stomach full and happy, ready to take a shower and go to sleep in the huge bed. 

However, you don't pull the shower curtain back until after you've already stripped out of your clothes, a decision you quickly regret as you stare at the billion nobs and levers on the wall. You start randomly turning and pressing things, hoping you'll be able to figure it out yourself. 

But of course, the universe hates you so nothing happens. Which is how you end up peeking your head out the doors of your bedroom, making sure no one is in the hall before quickly making your way to Hyuck's door and leaving a few quiet knocks. 

He seems to have showered himself, chestnut hair damp and sticking in all directions as a loose shirt and shorts hang over his body. He takes in your appearance, flustered face and wide eyes as you stand in front of his room wrapped in one of the fluffy towels you'd found. 

"Uh, I couldn't figure out the shower." 

He would probably laugh if it weren't for the burning in his stomach. Frankly it was funny that you needed help figuring out how to turn the shower on, or at least it would have been funny if you were wearing clothes instead of being covered by just a towel. 

But you weren't, so Hyuck silently enters your room for the second time that day, avoiding eye contact as he explains the various temperature and stream settings before muttering a stuttered "goodnight" that you quickly reciprocate and rushing back to his own room. 

Your face doesn't go back to its original temperature until much later that night, after you've already fallen asleep. 

The next few days go by in a blur of exploring the castle and hanging out with the Prince, and soon you're cinched into a traveling dress and climbing into a carriage to head to the first of many stops of your royal tour. 

It's only the two of you, so Donghyuck has to debrief you himself, although his are much easier to understand compared to his mothers. You know exactly where you're going, what you're doing, where you're staying after, even what you're having for dinner. 

You had a fantastic time, playing with the children and helping wrap gifts before standing alongside Donghyuck as he gives a short speech. Then you're off to an inn for dinner and rest before you head to the next stop tomorrow. 

And it turns out Donghyuck did forget to mention one thing, because since the entire kingdom thought the two of you were madly in love-- you only got one room with one bed. 

"You're doing this for me, so you take the bed, I'll sleep on the floor." 

You look at him like he's grown three heads, "Are you kidding me? Hyuck you're the future King of our kingdom, no way you're sleeping on the floor." 

"Y/n, you're not sleeping on the floor." 

"Neither are you."

The two of you awkwardly stare at each other for a little longer than necessary before you just spit it out. "Look we've had a really long day and we're tired, let's just both sleep in the bed instead of fighting about it." 

"I mean, as long as you're comfortable with that." 

Which is how you ended up in bed with the Prince, both of you laying silently and trying to get comfortable without getting too close to the other. 

And it takes a while, but you do eventually fall asleep, scrunched into a ball on the left side of the bed. Although all of that goes out the window when you wake up in the middle of the night to Hyuck's head tucked into your neck. 

You tense up for a moment, but a quick look at his peaceful face reassures you the way he somehow always does, and you relax, stroking a hand through his damp hair before throwing an arm over his shoulders and falling promptly back to sleep. 

Neither one of you say anything when you wake the next morning tangled in each others limbs, just letting out small awkward giggles and separating yourselves before getting up. 

By the time the two of you make it to the last city it's gotten much less awkward, and you're comfortable teasing Hyuck during the holiday events and crawling into a hotel bed with him at the end of the night. 

In fact, the newspapers have fully ditched the playboy storyline and now print stories from attendees of the various events as they talk about just how in love the "future King and Queen" look. The mayor of the last city had even asked which he would be receiving first, a coronation or wedding invite. (To which you and Hyuck had awkwardly laughed at before you ran off to the dessert table and left the Prince to change the subject).

That night the two of you climb into bed, discussing how the event went and bouncing around ideas of how you can better help the city. The domesticity of it hits you, and as you lay your head down you wonder if this is how it would be everyday if you really were with the Prince. You wonder if the future bride that would be in the room you were staying in would be as good with the kingdoms children as you are, or if papers would write about how in love they looked. 

"Hey why are you frowning?" 

"I'm not!"

"Yes you are! Look at that scowl on your face!" Hyuck brushes his thumb in between your eyebrows, smoothing out the scowl lines that were definitely there at the thought of his future relationship. 

The two of you are no longer laughing or fighting like you were before, just staring at each other while letting shallow breaths out. 

Donghyuck clears his throat and you turn around in bed to face your back to him to hide the red on your cheeks and stop yourself from doing something impulsive. However neither one of those things goes away when he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. His sleepy voice whispers into your ear. 

"Is this okay? I figure we're going to end up here once we fall asleep anyway." 

"Yeah," your words come out breathier than you were hoping, "it's fine. It's good." 

He hums quietly before the two of you settle into the comfort of silence and each other.

When you make it back to the castle, it feels as if the entire family knows what the two of you were doing while gone, and even though you didn't technically do anything wrong, it's hard to look the Queen in her eyes without getting shy.

"Tell me everything, right now!" Jieun had entered your room as soon as you started unpacking, and you don't even look up from your bag as you respond. "It was good, I usually just hung out with the kids and ate while Hyuck talked to all the important people." 

Jieun rolled her eyes. "Oh please, I know all that, the newspapers already have bets going about how many kids the two of you are going to have. I meant tell me everything about you and my brother!" 

"What? I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Oh come on!! It was just the two of you hanging out 24/7, eating every meal together, sharing a bathroom, sharing a BED! You have to have something to tell me!"

"Not really much, your brother's a great guy— he keeps the bathroom clean and helps me blow dry my hair if I can't reach the back. One time he even sang a Christmas carol with me, which I did not know he had such a great voice. That's pretty much it."

"So you were out acting like a little old married couple while I sat cooped up in this castle with mother constantly reading me articles, you don't even have anything interesting to share for all my suffering." 

You decide to throw her a bone, although you quickly regret it.

"He's also a pretty good cuddler." 

"WHAT?"

Which is how you end up in a conversation way too deep for what you were expecting and way too intense for being with Hyuck's sister. 

"Girl you like him, no you loooOOOooove him," she singsongs, and you can't help but laugh.

"Oh shut up, he's a prince."

The joking atmosphere of the room suddenly gets quiet, and Jiuen stares at you. 

"You don't really think that means anything, do you?"

You stare blankly before voicing what you've been thinking since the first day he drug you into the castle, "he has a kingdom to run, shouldn't he be with someone who knows how to do that?" 

"Yn, he knows how to run a kingdom on his own. He doesn't need someone to do his job, he needs someone to love him. And if I'm right about you, that is the greatest gift you can give him." 

"Uh yeah." 

She gives you a soft smile. "Hey I'll let you settle back in before dinner. Just think about what I said, okay?"

That night you can barely sleep, and you feel bad for whatever royal makeup artist is going to have to cover your eyebags for the Christmas Ball the next day. 

When morning comes you've barely slept a wink, but a knock on your door reveals an equally as tired looking Donghyuck, and he offers you a cup of something "to wake you up" that you quickly realize is just Redbull in a fancy glass. 

"Thanks, I barely slept last night." 

"Me too."

"What was keeping you up?"

He pauses for a moment longer then necessary before saying "nerves" although you aren't sure what he has to be nervous about. 

"Same."

After your short conversation you don't see the prince much for the rest of the day, too swept up in preparation. In fact the next time you see Hyuck is when you go out to meet him for the two of you to enter together. 

"Holy shit."

Your eyes go wide, and you stare at Donghyuck. You've never heard such un-princely words come out of his mouth. 

"Hyuck are you even allowed to say that?" You laugh so hard you worry for your mascara, but it seems to snap him out of his reverie.

"I'm the prince, I can say whatever I want. And frankly, even if I couldn't I probably would anyway."

"And what has made the oh so regal Prince Donghyuck use such foul language?" you question as you interlink your arms together. 

The two of you start walking over the balcony, and the royal announcer alerts the room of your presence. 

You don't even pick up the announcement of your names, too stuck on the warm whisper of Hyuck's voice in your ear. 

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." 

Your face lights up bright red, and you would have tripped down the stairs if it wasn't for the hold of Hyck's arm, now on your waist instead of your arm. 

Tonight, he refuses to leave your side, and takes you along whenever anyone asks to speak with him. 

Thankfully the night has more than just boring conversation with old people, and soon Donghyuck has you spinning on the dance floor. 

"This is so fun!" You giggle, even if you did almost step on the prince's toes. 

"I think it's just you. Normally these dances are real snooze fests." 

"I think you're giving  me too much credit." 

Donghyuck stops you mid-spin, leaving one hand wrapped around your own and leading you off the dance floor onto a balcony. 

"I don't think you're giving yourself enough credit," he says it with such a fond tone that you can't help but avoid eye contact. "Yn you have touched so many lives, and my entire kingdom is ready for you to become Queen. Frankly, I think they’d rather have you ruling than me.”

You let out a quiet laugh at his last statement, but you understand the seriousness of his words.

“Hey, I told you the first day this started that you’re going to be an amazing King, and that hasn’t changed.”

He runs a hand through his hair like he’s frustrated, “Yn, I don’t think you get it, I wouldn’t be a great king. I spent the last ten years of my life out partying every night, that’s not something a good king does.”

“But—” you try to interject, but he quickly cuts you off.

“I know now that I can be a good king, but it’s because of you.”

All of the words you were trying to form in your head— reassurances, compliments, confessions— all go silent.

“What?”

“You’ve made me realize what caring about people really looks like. After our first event you climbed in the carriage and asked if we could buy the orphanage kids gifts ourselves instead of the workers using their account. You care, and give, and love so fiercely that it makes me want to do the same.”

There are tears in your eyes when you lift them to meet his, and he gives you a soft smile.

“I do think I’ll be a good king, but I also think that I’m madly in love with you.”

A gasp leaves your mouth, and you’re so embarrassed but never in your life did you think those words would come from Donghyuck.

He’s looking at you with sparkling eyes, and you can’t help the huge smile that breaks out on your face.

“I think I’m madly in love with you too,” and then his smashing his lips into yours and you can barely kiss back because of the smile that won’t go away.

When he pulls away you think of Jieun’s words.

“Hey Hyuck?”

He gives you his undivided attention, like always, and you internally squeal at it.

“Merry Christmas.”

He gives you soft kiss, “Merry Christmas baby.”

[ch3rryc4ndy]

Day Dream

Relationship - Haechan boyfriend X Fem Reader

Genre - Fluff 

Summary - A drive up to your parents vacation home with your boyfriend feels like a dream

Warnings - suggestive and talks about sex

Master-list

My head laying on my arm as I look out the window, taking in the beautiful eery forest as I breathe in the fresh air that blows through my hair.

I smile as I take in how great life is at the moment, my boyfriend drove us to my parent's vacation home where we’d be spending our 2nd-anniversary “babe” I hear Haechan hum from beside me “yeah” I reply as I turn my head towards him as my head stays rested on my arm.

“Should we stop for a few snacks before we get there? Isn’t the house secluded and all?” He asks as his tan honey skin glows in the sun that peered through the trees “my parents stocked all the food before they left last week but we can stop just in case” I smile as I take in his facial features as if I haven’t been seeing his face for the last 2 years.

“Nah it’s fine your parents always get the best food” he chuckles as he rubs his hand onto my thigh. My hand squeezes his as he stares at me with a glimmer in his eye “this feels like a dream” he hums as he leans onto his seat and puts both hands on the wheel. I feel his glares every time I look away and see a smile on his face from the corner of my eye.

“Tell me about it” I sigh as 505 by Arctic Monkeys plays, making the whole situation feel even more dreamlike “only 15 minutes left” I jump in my seat as I grow more excited for Haechan to see the home I loved so much as a kid

“I can’t wait for you to see the house, you’ll love it hyuck” I smile as he takes a sip of his drink “oh I’m sure I will” he coos, “you told me about there being an office inside, is there actually an office?” He asks with an eyebrow raised

“By office you mean my dad's old workroom, then yes, yes there is” I nod as I shift my body and turn to face him “yeah that’s an office” he scoffs with an eye roll. I squint my eyes in annoyance as I see a smirk growing on his face.

“Why do you care?” I reply with my arms crossed “well I’ve always wanted to bend you over a desk and fuck you while we role play” he sighs with a smile, watching me and how id react “really? like teacher-student?” I laugh “no, like assistant and boss” he purrs

“Well, would I be the assistant or the boss?” I wink “whatever you want sweetheart I don’t mind either, but you know I like to be the one making you beg” he pouts trying to hide his smirk “we’ll see” I shrug as he focuses on the road

[ayyysweetcreature]

bf! haechan taking care of you having a period pain

genre: fluff, comedy, fullllllyyyyyyyy soft hours!! w/ hyuck <3 

pairing: haechan x reader! 

p/s: aye aye long hair hyuck has been making me feeling some type of way help and oh hi guysss I’m back! here’s how haechan would take care of u when u’re going thru some period pain uwu I really hope you would like it and at least enjoy reading it! thankyou and stay safe! xx ♡ (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

hello my name is haechan

let’s ride and start 

usually when you got your period in the morning haechan would always be there beside u and rub your belly in bed with his legs entangling with yours

BUT haechan has been packed with his schedules so you were the only one in your shared house in the morning ;-; 

eomMaaaAAa

you woke up with an intense cramp or feeling on your lower abdomen to the point where you can’t even move properly 

“uh fuck hyuck-”, you tried calling out his name 

but boiiii HES NOT HERE HES OUT THERE BUSY AND U JUST REMEMBER LOL 

“great I’m all alone today and I can’t fucking move with this bloody period”, you mumbled before laying back on the bed cursing yourself out 

usually he would be at home with you unless if it’s during evening until late night time where he would go to the studio to practice and work

PERIOD PAIN SUCKS MAN WHY DO WE HAVE TO GO THROUGH THIS

anyways after about 10 minutes, you just gotta force yourself to move and get up from the bed bcus gurl u stinky 

so you got up from the bed slowly like a ninja and walked to the bathroom to shower and clean yourself up skrtt skrtt 

i’M 365 so freSh 

at this kind of moment you really need haechan bcus u miss him and bcus he would always take care of u when you’re on your period :( 

but this time he wasn’t at home as he had to go to work early in the morning 

after you’re done with showering and all you sat on the couch in the living room scrolling down on your instagram feed

haechan would spam you with a lot of random messages lol especially when he’s at work bcus you’re not there and it’s boring and tiring :( 

“dinG!” a notification then pops out 

it’s from the love of your life fullsun 

“hey pig I miss u what are u doing :(” 

“u shit I miss u toooooo i’m just lying down on the couch I’m in pain :(”

“wait ARE YOU ON UR PERIOD BABY WHY DIDN’T U TELL ME EARLIER ARE U DEAD”, hyuck replied 

dramatic as always and i ain’t even surprised 

“bitch u weren’t even here when I woke up and no i’m not dead yet and yes I’m on my period sighS”, u replied him with some of the puppy eyes emoji lol 

“I’M ON MY WAY IDIOT WAIT FOR ME” 

“bruh wtf do u mean go to work u dumbass” 

“hah bitch u thought”  

“DON’T I’LL BE FINE HYUCK” 

“don’t u still not get it, you’re more important”, he replied back to u as he went back to see u :’) 

after awhile he got home and quickly walked towards you 

seeing you lying on the couch weakly makes his heart deeply sank 

he completely goes into a full soft mode for you 

you were lying on the couch while hugging your plushie with another pillow between your legs and your back facing haechan

“how are you feeling, baby?” hyuck asking you softly 

“I can’t move and it really hurts”, you replied as you close your eyes trying to ease the pain 

he caresses your cheek gently as he stares at you with concern and love 

“I’ll go get you something from our room, dumbass” 

“you’re so annoying I hate you” 

“I love you too” 

he went to the room to get his sweater aka your favorite sweater of his with the smell of his cologne still attached to it 

and some other stuff 

you love how he smells like that’s why you love to steal his sweaters and wear them like it’s nothing even if it’s infront of him 

shameLesS 

“here you go”, haechan sitting beside you with his sweater, blanket and some oil that he found from your drawer for your period pain 

“help me to sit up please” 

his left arm wrapping around your waist and his right hand holding yours helping you carefully to sit up properly  

he then put your favorite sweater of his on you because you’re baby

his favorite baby 

“put your hands up I’m gonna put on this sweater on you, baby”, him cooing at you 

so you did as he put on the sweater on you 

tbh he loves seeing you wearing his clothes or sweaters bcus you look cute as fuck and it warms his heart but he just won’t admit it huh ugh 

“I swear to god stop babying me”, you told him 

“I’m putting on you the sweater because your body is cold and I want you to be warm”, he looks at you as he tucks you in with the fuzzy blanket that he got from your shared room 

“I mean you could just take off your shirt hyuck and share your body warmth with me”, you raised your eyebrows playfully and giggle to yourself ;) 

“I mean can you take it though? I’m afraid it’ll be too warm hihi”, he laughs to himself and winks playfully as he replies to you 

“you little brat-” 

DRIPPIN LOOOOOVVEEEE

hyuck laughs to himself again feeling giddy over u getting completely flustered by his words 

“babe where are you going”, you look at him with your hands grabbing onto his hand tightly 

“I’m going to make you some hot chamomile tea and your favorite food, babe” 

omg just imagine him wearing an apron at the kitchen with that damn good hot body proportion AHHHHHH

listen he’s a wonderful good cook and gurlll just imagine him at the kitchen *chef’s kiss over 10000 times*

“but I can make it by my own-” 

“ssH you need to rest well and listen for the whole day I’m going to take care of you, so there’s no BUT” 

he went to the vinyl player that both of you bought from your second date at a vintage store and put on love never felt so good by michael jackson 

omg slow dancing with hyuck too!! just enjoying each other’s company while slow dancing to some good music <333

like he would just wrap his arms around your waist with his chin resting on your shoulder as the two of u sway your hips to the music slowly 

oh he would dance to girlgroup songs too to cheer u up (sometimes u want to throw ur slippers at him srsly) 

hyuck moonwalks to the kitchen to cook and make your chamomile tea as he knows it’s always been your favorite kind of tea 

OTHER THAN THE SPILLING TEA SESSION WITH HIM 

you look at him happily and laugh to yourself as he busily but at the same time having fun at the kitchen alone 

“you look so cute that I could kiss you 24/7, hyuck”, you told him from the couch that you’re resting on 

“yea I know so stop checking me out it’s creepy”, hyuck giving you a disgusted look

“psh I bet you would do the same thing too” 

GUUUUURRLLL THE CONFIDENCE he lowkey likes it

his cheeks got red and his heart felt like it’s about to burst at anytime soon bcus it’s true 

he would do the same thing to you too 

although he was trying so hard not to make it look obvious 

HE’S SO WEAK WHEN IT COMES TO YOU uwu 

anyways moving on after he’s done with everything at the kitchen, he would walk towards you with the food and your warm chamomile tea 

“ah so nice”, you smile to yourself sensing a feeling of relief after sipping the warm tea that haechan made for you 

haechan looks at you while smiling to himself and chuckles at your reaction

“okay now it’s time to ea-”

“baby, can we cuddle first?”, you pull him closer to you as you asked him softly 

CUDDLE TIMEEEEEEE!! CUDDLING IS A MUST WHEN IT COMES TO BOTH OF U especially when you’re sick, sad and on your period!!

he’s surely clingy as hell but we all love it 

he would cling onto u like a koala 

“sure but let me kiss you first”, him replying as he cups your cheeks with both of his hand gently 

you just nod right away and hyuck gets even closer to you as he connects his soft delicate lips to yours while one of his hands still cupping your left cheeks leaving you with warmth and feeling of comfort 

“come here beside me”, you instructed him as you tap twice on the empty space beside u on the couch for him to cuddle with you

hyuck came closer to you and laid beside you on the couch as he put his right hand on your stomach slowly rubbing it with the essential oil as he noticed the pain still hasn’t gone away 

he then proceed to put his head under your neck as it’s his favorite place to put on his head  whenever both of you are cuddling and hugging  each other and left several kisses on your neck and collarbone sweetly 

you locked your hand into his tightly and kissed on the back of his hand as he wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, not wanting to let you go at all 

he’s a baby and so are you ;-; 

“how are you feeling right now, babygirl?”, him asking you softly while looking at you with that beautiful smile

“much better now since you’re here with me”, you mumbled quietly looking back at him for a moment, adoring the beauty, the art of every single details of the structure of his mesmerizing face and the glow of his skin 

he pulled you closer into his warm embrace with you now properly turning to his side and facing him and left a whisper in your left ear, “I bet you wanna kiss me so bad right now” 

you hit his chest in a playful manner and laughed to yourself loudly, “what the heck, hyuck!” 

his cute laugh echoed in the living room feeling satisfied from his statement that he made with his sparkling eyes smiling brightly at you

as you wrapped your arms around his neck, haechan took the chance by leaving tons of kisses all over your face and lips like crazy showering you with a lot of affection and love 

shut up admit it u love it 

bcus he’s whipped for u man it’s insane 

he giggled loudly and shouted, “I love you!” 

“I love you, toooo!”, you shouted back in your shared home and giggled to yourself after him 

the day then went by with the two of you having a random and long conversation while cuddling each other on the couch 

sometimes u guys don’t even have to talk and just enjoy the comfortable silence while cuddling each other 

haechan is the real boyfriend material *chef’s kiss* 

he would gently and carefully massage your back if you feel uncomfortable and tired to the point where you would fall asleep hehe 

you felt your eyes getting closer to shut while haechan was humming your favorite song with his hand patting your back gently 

even when he’s humming it’s soooo soothing and it melts u down?? like the sun

you rested your head on his chest with one of your arms hugging him as you nuzzled up against him even closer as you slowly fell into a deep peaceful slumber

haechan couldn’t help but to chuckle and stare at you in awe after you just fell into a deep slumber because of him 

his fingers tracing slowly on your back before he ran his fingers through your hair softly, leaving a soft peck on your forehead 

he fell asleep soon after that with the two of you wrapped around each other’s warmth and the shared blanket like a damn burrito 

like you guys would literally cuddle for so long but it’s very peaceful and cuTe 

he would run you a warm bath at night or even in the next morning 

and you guys would eat non-stop too bcus food is love 

to the point where you don’t even know who’s the one that is on period HAHAHA

you want ice cream even if it’s frickin in the middle of the night? sure he’s up for it 100000%

what is dieT? there’s no diet in hyuck’s dictionary

OH you want to go for a late night drive because you feel sad? HELL YEA HE WOULD BRING YOU

you’re mad for no reason due to your period and crazy hormones? he would pull u closer and nuzzle his nose close to yours with his eyes softly gazing on u while giving u a big hug ever

or u guys would just  be mad together too lol 

there would be a lot of bickering as usual bcus come on it’s lee haeChan 

but you don’t even mind? because without bickering with him, it would be boring as hell and it’s soooo not lee donghyucK!!

he’s truly your backbone and despite of how playful and loud or annoying he can be, he would always put you first and deeply care about you than anyone else

like helloooO?? are u blind he’s your sunshinE

oK cuT!!

ok can someone call sm so that i can ask haechan to be my boyfriend pls 

i heart u lee donghyuck <333

[horanghoe]

Pastries next Sunday? - a Haechan (NCT) fluff/comfort drabble

photos to be added soon :>

main masterlist // nct masterlist

group/members: NCT / Haechan

pairing: NCT Haechan x Reader (Neutral Gender perspective)

genre: angst & comfort - ya'll know I had to return from hiding with my classic recipe heh

word count: roughly 1.15k

T/W’s : kiss descriptors, nothing explicit. mentions of global warming/current events, not descriptive though. (Pls dm me if you would like a trigger warning added ♡ )

written with my internet wife in mind ~ @slightlymore / @slightlymore-main

& A HUGE THANK YOU to my beta reader/s ~ @flurrys-creativity

Music to listen to while reading ♡ (in no particular order)

Replay (PM 01:27) - NCT

Illoveyou - BETWEEN FRIENDS

Ocean Waves - Alaina Castillo

Falling for U - SEVENTEEN

Sometimes, the word can feel like it’s closing in on us.

Sometimes, it’s hard to catch a breath in this escalator called life.

And sometimes, it’s even harder to catch a physical break, let alone ‘smell the roses’.

The world won’t wait up, and no amount of ‘good vibes’ can push you through the un-forecasted rain flooding the space behind your eyes.

“One caramel latte for Y/N!” A shrill voice called across the cafe, breaking your dizzy spell. 

Blinking away the bleariness of the white fluorescent lights above the awaiting counter, you grabbed your cup from the barista, nodding in thanks before surging through the small crowd and out onto the street. The door chimed cutely above as you exited. But really it did nothing to quell the anxiety in your lungs.

As you passed over the busy street, dodging people and cars on the crossing, you pondered how much of a face you would need to put on today. Passing the hot cup over into your other palm and sighing a puff of visible Autumn air. It wasn’t something that pleased your conscience; lying to close friends. But sometimes it was necessary.

Lee Dong-hyuck. Your childhood friend. So much history there, and yet, you had been avoiding him for weeks. Something had panged your heartstrings the night before; as he had sent a flurry of messages asking to meet up.

You looked over your messages as you waited. Perched on the rain-wet stone overlooking the steps down to the river, next to the bridge. 

Soft words were never your greatest social skill. But you frowned even at yourself, reading over the DM’s. Sighing, you flicked away from the app to go elsewhere.

Your email inbox pinged at you in an accusatory manner. 57 unread messages all pointing their red and white notification-fingers straight at you. 

Whoever said running your own business was ‘the highest point of their life’, clearly had never run a florist outlet in a seaside town at the back end of 2022. At least the November weather reflected your energy. Cold, wet, and numbed until the spring returned to fool everyone with its warmth.

Even then, if there wasn’t the unease of global warming to worry about, nuclear fallout wasn’t too far of a fantasy nowadays.

You puffed out another sigh, puttering your lips and staring at the ground long enough for skidding feet in your peripheral to smile gently at your resting form. The cars in front and the river behind created a white noise to let you just exist, for a short while.

“Hey, stranger. How's things?” 

“Hyuck!” You chirped back. Voice abrasive in comparison to the honey-dripped tone that had called out to you.

You reached your spare arm to hook his side, but quickly became enveloped in a large quokka’s arms. He smelt like bread - literally. And it made you smile. 

“Ah - pretty good, you know how it is! You good?”

You both pulled away, carefully leveling your cup as Haechan’s smiling face entered your sights for the first time in weeks. He had… grown. Even in such a small amount of time. It made you remember why you had avoided him for so long - a small part of you aching inside. 

As he smiled, his eyes creased and gummy teeth could be seen for a moment. Nodding in agreement, “Yeah, it’s been pretty tough, right? I’m good, thanks Y/N.”

You nodded absently, retreating back to the cold stone wall.

Haechan followed you, sitting on your right side. 

The silence made your stomach spin. But unlike usual, you hadn’t the energy to permeate it with empty mouth-jittering conversation starters.

“I know you’ve been avoiding me, you know.” Your friend hummed gently.

Picking at the cracked holder on your paper cup, you nodded. Offering a humbled “Sorry?” to his expectant gaze.

He just giggled. 

That was your Haechan. He laughed anything too heavy away on the drop of a dime.

Once again, the silence poked at you, coupled with the coldness of the stone beneath you and the rippling water behind you.

Haechan knew you were avoiding him for all the wrong reasons. Even if something odd had developed between the two of you; he could ignore it if it meant he could hug you once again.

So he did.

You struck stiff, squeaking out a surprised “T-thank you!” as he hugged your side. 

“I’m here if you need anything, idiot. You know that right?”

Letting you go with another gold-struck smile only once you had acknowledged him.

“Y-yeah, you too, obviously - it’s just … it’s not always that easy to talk about things as complex as ‘running a business’, you know…”

The warmth left your side, instead the crinkle of a paper bag alerting your brain to follow your nose and eyes.

Haechan shrugged, fetching out a visibly still-hot brioche from the brown bag you now considered a friend. 

“Then don’t. But out of everyone I know that you know - I think we both know I’m the most qualified one to hear you out when it comes to 'business'.”

You blinked, gaping at him. Nothing he said was accusatory. But somehow his honesty made you realize how selfish you had been. He was telling the truth; Haechan ran his own bakery and had likely faced similar struggles, if not in a different field.

At your slowness to move and accept the treat, he reached out and balanced it on your drink, making you laugh as it almost fell, thanking him silently with that small spark of joy jumping across your features. He pulled out his own treat; a butter croissant, biting into it with a wink.

“Well…” You had started and barely ended within the next hour.

Your evening ended with a less heavy heart and a thrum in your chest.

What had started as a brief meeting as friends, ended in the cold night next to the nearby docks. And a kiss pressed upon your weathered lips. Eyes. Forehead. And a hug that would keep you warm until you could meet up again.

To explore - whatever this was about to become.

“See you soon, Y/N. Message me when you feel like that again. You know I can tell when you’re lying to me, so don’t even try it!” He called out as you pulled out of the car park, giggling out the window.

With a wave, you called back, “Sure! And keep baking, idiot! It will taste better next time ~ !”

It was Haechan’s turn to smile this time. That was a throwback quote to when he would bake in your shared dorm kitchen, stinking out the block of flats with burnt food in between bouts of successful pastries.

You had both come from a dream.

And he was so proud of how far you had come, alone and with only your own help.

It was time to start building up those blocks of self-respect again. Rolling up the window to roll your wheels into the cold dark night, eyes set straight ahead until the sun rose once again. 

Sundays may have just become your favorite days again.

well would you look at that: updated 31/OCTOBER/2022

[luviestarz]

lee haechan fic recs!

❤︎ I LIKE YOU (I DO) (L.DH) - @domjaehyun (stoner!haechan just wants you to know how much he likes you.)

❤︎ paperclip - @smileysuh (yandere, ex bf! hyuck)

❤︎ My Boy. - @prodbymaui (A series of failed relationships and you were this near of giving up on love. But then here comes little Donghyuck and his persistence. Maybe-- he was the one fated to you, after all.)

❤︎ kiss it better - @yeow6n (haechan gets hurt but you know that with him it’s not going to be as simple as putting a band-aid on it)

❤︎ sugar, butter, & the royal crown - L.DH - @haechwrites (prince donghyuck only has one princess on his mind, but she's not actually a princess. she's just the royal baker's granddaughter.)

❤︎ bus stop - @ooshu (haechan rides the bus. you hop on the same ride. minutes later, you two were a couple. he never questioned why.)

❤︎ strawberries & cigarettes - @hyudior (the art school's play is in two days and you're running out of time to put everything together since your known enemy lee donghyuck decided that the rehearsal day was the perfect day to release a launch party for his new album.)

❤︎ >> take my breath - @hyuckwrlds

❤︎ moles ♡‧₊˚ lee haechan - @sleeping-sirens (you read something on the internet that made you feel jealous of a person you didn’t even know but haechan knows just how to reassure you.)

❤︎ haechan — gold-skinned, eager baby - @hyuckmov (he used to be able to hide it. he used to be fine with glancing at you, habitually flicking his eyes to your chest when you would walk into the room or snuggle up to him. but now he’s totally fucked, because he thinks he’s developed some sort of addiction.)

❤︎ eyes tell - @tonicandjins (donghyuck has been trying to confess his feelings to you. third time's the charm, he thinks.)

❤︎ going below zero | l.dh - @cherryeoniis (Considering how much Haechan makes it his personal mission to antagonize you at work, it seems like a rather cruel twist of fate that the both of you have been side by side since middle school, the only consolation being that his office is a different floor from yours. But if there’s a saying about how distance makes the heart grow fonder, your attitude with him might just be the opposite, and it’ll take a family ski holiday to find out.)

❤︎ take my breath. - @sixzeroes (lee donghyuck did not believe in ‘love at first sight.’ key word: did. he does now, but only because you happened to fall into his arms on the icy road in the narrow streets. you’re going to render him breathless from the countless times your smile takes his breath away.)

❤︎ ice cream thief [ l.dh ] - @tddyhyck (someone has been eating haechan's favorite ice cream so he decides to put a hidden camera in the kitchen and living room thinking it's a shared space it shouldn't invade anyone's privacy... right?)

❤︎ tease | lee haechan - @hyuckiefluff (Playing spin the bottle definitely wasn't what you had envisioned for your first college party. And the last person you expected to see was Lee Haechan. But life has a funny way of throwing surprises at you, and this time it came in the form of the bottle landing on some drunk dude who dared you to kiss Haechan.)

❤︎ 𝟏𝟎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ¹⁸⁺ - @goldyeokki (you and lee donghyuck both get along like oil and water. if it were up to you, you would be going about your days without even breathing in his direction. unfortunately you're in the same friend group and you have to tolerate each other. as handsome or attractive as people claim him to be, you hate his guts. there's so many reasons why you hate him, so why do you get butterflies in your stomach when he's near?)

❤︎ high (with my lover) [m] – l.dh - @yeonghosins (y/n smokes up with donghyuck for the first time)

❤︎ what the puck! - @choerrypuffs (you hit the university’s star hockey player with your car. shenanigans (and maybe even a little romance) ensue.)

❤︎ double take | l.dh - @cherryeoniis (friends to lovers, highschool au, slowburn, fluff, angst)

❤︎ Your Red Lipstick || L.DH - @ihaechans (Kisses, kisses, kisses. That’s all your boyfriend wants. When you refuse to give him the one thing he craves, he won’t leave you alone, begging and begging until you give in.)

[catboyieejeno]

Camera Roll: lee donghyuck

pictures you’ve taken of your boyfriend, hyuck

more of the Camera Roll Series

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requests r open

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[lyyhyuck]

fluff; bestfriend!haechan x reader, words: 565.

🎧 chasing cars - snow patrol and there is a light that never goes out - the smiths

“every time i’m here, i get jealous of your blanket. seriously what material is this? its crazy how its so soft. i’ve never had bed sheets this soft”, your best friend, haechan, said, truly sounding amazed. you looked over and saw that he completely buried himself in your blanket, only his head sticking out.

it made you laugh lightly, but you didn’t answer. you focused on your homework while haechan just enjoyed doing nothing and lying around. the room was filled with the smell of tea. your cup freshly refilled and hot, while haechan‘s cup was only half full and already cold, standing on your night stand.

“and im jealous of you because you can lay there stress-free”, you replied, but facing him with your back since you’re sitting at your desk. he watched you doing your assignment for a minute or two, not wanting to interrupt you because he knew you get the most amount of stuff done when you’re in a ‘flow’ like now.

you apologized to your best friend for having to work first and put on headphones and finished your work in about thirty minutes. when you turned around on your desk chair, you see haechan has dozed off. a soft smile spread on your lips and you decided to let him nap for a while. you packed your bag for the next day, then grabbed your phone and made yourself comfortable on the space that was left of your bed, being careful not to wake him up.

another twenty minutes passed before haechan woke up, stretching and yawning. “rise and shine!” you greeted him. he laughed quietly, “shut up”.

“i’d really like to have my bed back”, you said. “too bad it’s mine now”, hyuck sticked out his tongue at you. you shrugged, “not like we haven’t shared a bed before”, and lifted up the blanket to get under it too. “hey, move!”, you told haechan, who just stared at you at first but then did move. you snuggled into your sheets, which were indeed very cozy - haechan did not exaggerate this time - and didn’t even notice how your best friend tensed up next to you.

“sorry”, you mumbled, “you probably expected a more exciting hang out than this.”

“no”, haechan said, “i knew what i signed up for when i texted this morning.”

you had to laugh, “why would you want to hang out here when i would be busy studying? are my sheets really that great?” haechan smiled “well yeah they are great. but-“, he paused, “i just wanted to spend time with you”. your heart melted at the way he looked at you. the moment suddenly felt very intimate.

your body acted before you could think and you snuggled into haechans side. he wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on top of yours.

the room fell quiet for a while and you just enjoyed the moment, butterflys dancing around in your stomach.

“you know”, you hesitantly said, “i just wanted to spend time with you, too.” haechan kissed the crown of your head then. immediately, your cheeks turned red but you turned around to look him in the eyes nonetheless. you grinned, “i would always choose your company over anything even if it means that i study while you sleep”.

haechan kissed you.

masterlist

[kjdkive]

girl ! dad haechan? pretty pls!! Also maybe with an ig post like the jaehyun one cause im a little delusional and silly

girl dad! haechan

warnings: k word jokes the usual

a's/n: requests always open! excuse the songs on top of my phone :( it was a bts listening party and also the second pic on the insta post it's making me crazy cause like if haechan actually posted a pic like that w his girl i'd do violent stuff

[mphountitled]

Campus Culture | L.DH

Pairings: Himbo!Haechan x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Haechan turns into a completely loveable but mindless replica of himself when inebriated and only Drunk Haechan might be able to seduce his uptight roomate... it only counts as a drunken mistake if it happens once, right?

Sfw Warnings: Roomates AU, Fwb to Lovers, Forbbidden Relationship, Confessions, Fluff, Alcohol consumption, Angst, CollegeAU, Himbo!Haechan

Nsfw Warnings: Smut (+18, Minors DNI) Fwb to lovers Roomate!Haechan, Perv! Haechan, Dub/CON, Grinding, Choking, Premature Ejaculation, Handjob, Needy!Haechan, Rough sex, Oral Fixation, Nipple play, Unprotected Sex (don't be dumb), Cervix Fucking, Breeding Kink, Cum Play.

A/n: This is more of an enemies to lovers if you squint. If you feel triggered by very slight depictions of bullying, please be wary. I also had no idea where I was going with this. It all just kinda spewed out. ANYWAY, I love Himbos

Usually, you're better equipped for an evening with Haechan's juvenile friends coming over and doing whatever it is that boy's seem to do once they're inebriated in each other's company.

"The bear emerges from hibernation,"

Haechan's voice is like that of a nature documentary narrator, and his head is in his hands as he leans over the armrest with a smile on his face.

“Rested, and in search of something to sink her teeth into.” You remain stoic faced as you breeze past the group of boys on your way to the kitchen adjacent to the living room.

With only a shallow counter to separate the two spaces, you're still roused by the sight of Haechan in your periphery, legs spread and head thrown back as he watches you with a dopey smile.

Jeno, Jaemin, Renjun and Jisung murmur their greetings dismissively, still vividly engrossed in their game while Chenle types away at the screen of his phone, his mind all together trapped in cyberspace. You breathe out airly as a vague sort of peace befalls you. This has become your norm.

They are so incredibly loud, Haechan's friend's are, that their cacophony bled through every thin wall in your shared apartment. So loud, in fact, that you were made privy to every degenerate, delinquent, and downright disgusting little detail that swam about in their conversation.

Whenever they were over, there was a vibrancy permeating throughout the apartment, which was either attributed to Haechan's need to speak at a higher octave than the rest of the group or Chenle’s obnoxious, though admittedly contagious laughter.

Not everything was daisies and sunshine, however.

You were made subject to Haechan's incessant teasing and petulance that only seemed to double in the presence of his friends. You ignored him, viewing his behavior as a package of a roommate system (more accurately: needing his money to keep yourself and your academic pursuits afloat.)

Even more harrowing is the fact that Haechan is completely accommodating, dare you say, even hospitable (when he's sober). It was very difficult to hate him. No matter how badly you wished to let your vexation infect the inner crevices of your mind... he always made sure to let you know in advance.

He'd knock softly on the door (a by-product of a covenant you both had forged upon deciding to live together. Knocking is something akin to treading carefully through a graveyard. Sacred) letting his usually loud voice simmer to a whisper because he almost always caught you studying at your tiny, disastrous desk and he'd say, "Hey, just a heads up, they're coming over tonight,"

You did not need clarification on the ambiguity of who 'they' were but your heart would plummet all the same.

His warning would allow you, not only to stuff your headphones around your neck, for easier access whenever the noise became too oppressive, but it also allowed you to grab the snacks and food necessary before locking yourself in your room.

Not attributed to any social anxiety, but Haechan's friends had proven to be... difficult to bear in their own ways. There was Chenle, Renjun, and Mark, who held a sort of distinguished naughtiness that you fancied way more than Jeno, Jaemin, Jisung, and Haechan's borderline flirting.

It had proven very difficult not to be included in their antics, especially given the very annoying fact that their energy was so freaking infectious.

As you proceed to turn on the kettle, Haechan speaks up once again. “Since you're already there… a coke, please, Madame.” He knew that you knew that he did not actually want a coke. He just wanted to see you vexed.

“Your legs are in perfect working condition, last I checked," your face remained stoic as you said, “Get your own coke.”

Jaemin immediately cackles to Haechan's right, prompting a light snicker from Chenle and the rest. Haechan sends a worried gaze towards them before bringing his eyes back to yours. Now he's on a mission to piss you off even more.

“C’mon...” he whines in an over indulgent American accent. “Be a doll and hand me a coke-I mean a beer." He stretches his neck from side to side, now deep into his theatrics, "I'm a man-”

The knife clanks on the counter as you scoff, “Since when?" You ask, "And what is with this ‘I'm a man’ stuff?”

Haechan only swats animetedly at the air, “It's cus I'm a man, Jagi. You don't get it cus you're not a ma-”

“Yeah,” you say, turning to prepare your noodles, “I don't wanna know actually.”

There's a sudden influx of celebratory hollering from Jaemin and Jeno, while Renjun and Jisung groan in defeat, signaling the end of their game.

Jaemin turns to you as he says “You seriously don't remember?”

You let the silence speak for you.

“He’s been like this ever since the asexual comment.”

The laughter escapes your throat as you shift your eyes to a now moody and grumbling Haechan. His arms are crossed as he avoids eye contact.

“Seriously?! That's why you've been on such a toxic gym bro kick?”

The flamboyant accent is still present as Haechan says, “Hey man, if you're not gonna get me a coke, just say that, I've got places to be people to see-”

The snort leaves your lips before you can stop it, “You've got a psych textbook to see and you're not even seeing that.”

“Stop with the celibacy jokes before he becomes worse!” begs Renjun.

Your mouth is open in false accusation, with the hints of a smile present, “It's quite literally not my fault Haechan's a virgin.”

“I'm not a virgin!” Haechan whines, letting his previously infuriating accent dissolve into his perfectly infuriating normal voice. “I have sex, all the time, tell her Jaemin. Tell her I have sex.” Your eye shifts easily to Jaemin, who only shakes his head.

“Ah, I told my therapist I'm trying to be more honest in my day to day,"

Now your laughter bubbles up to the ceiling, and you're throwing your head back, eyes shut.

“You all make me wanna kill myself.” Says Haechan, pushing himself up from the couch. The sight of him approaching sobers you ineffably from your laughter. He's not particularly tall, but there's a quality about him that asserts itself as height. A silent substitute.

“I’m being falsely accused of being a virgin, I have to get my own cokes?! What is this life of mine?!" A snicker escaped the confines of your lips as you empty your noodles into your bowl. Your albeit small little laugh was a sound so pretty, Haechan could not help but perk his ears up at the sound.

He inched his way slowly into the kitchen as you took one giant unladylike bite from your noodles. Unbeknownst to you, Haechan shares a glance with Chenle over in the living room. One that prompts Chenle into stabbing Renjun in the ribs with his elbow. They were all watching as you tried to shuffle past Haechan.

Haechan, who wouldn't let you pass until heard him say,

"Not a virgin." The words were veneered in a quiet whisper and in those few seconds, you were convinced the globe had stopped spinning on its imaginary axis. You became hyperaware of yourself, the noodles still very much inside your mouth and the soup dribbling out the corners. You clumsily wipe at your lip as you gaze up at him, smiling away like the Cheshire Cat.

While your heart proceeded its cataclysmic aself destruction, Chenle released the first snort. A snort that prompted an entire wave of laughter from his gaggle of friends. They were all laughing now. Haechan's face melted into a spout of his own laughter until he was doubled over.

"Mm," your nostiled flared , "I'll be in my room," You had disappeared in a hurry, hellbent on returning to your room. Hellbent on calming your runaway heart.

While you were nursing wave after wave of embarrassment, Haechan's eyes were sparkling with mischief.

"Don't even try," Jaemin snickered, noticing that look in Haechan's eye as he stared after you. "She's locked up tighter than a prison. You'll only get your wittle heart broken."

Your eyes were practically glued on the endless enriching notes written by Achebe, Lamming, and various other authors you revered religiously. Your studying had been going swimmingly until the arrival of a drunk, slightly dazed Haechan, indicated by the heaviness of his bloodshot eyes and the slight sway in his form by the door. Haechan was a very different person when he was drunk. He got sloppy, as if he was at constant war with reality.

The following Friday had arrived with the small promise that you were to stay in your room for the foreseeable evening. You had chosen to occupy yourself from Haechan's 'get together' by sitting at your desk, like most of your nights: Completely absorbed in perfecting your English Lit notes on Post colonialism.

You both pause, in a vague liminal space until he breaks the silence with a breathy slight slur, “Well, this isn't the bathroom,”

He lived here. He should know where the bathroom is, inebriated or not.

Your eyes narrow. You can't help but snap in a manner that makes you forget all your civility.

“Evidently,” you say with an unimpressed drawl.

There is a tone in your voice that was specifically crafted to have him cringing away from you, like most men on campus tended to do. You were too much of a straight arrow for them, too narrow-minded with not enough complexities and not enough strings that needed detangling. Most men saw that you could smell the bullshit from a mile away, and you were very much aware of what they referred to you as…

Instead of shrinking away like you initially expected, a small, almost thrilled smile curls at the ends of his purt, heart-shaped lips. He only steps closer into your space.

Uptight.

“Don't you need the bathroom-”

“No, don't do that,” You're scowling at him but still, the bear refuses to retreat.

Your messy desk where you remain seated in a chair seems to catch his attention until soon, he's leaning back against the desk in front of you.

“You don't want me here?” He asked, genuinely confused as if everyone was just dying to be in his presence, “I'm not sure what you're busy with over here, but I could help,” He says, swiping a large hand over at the piles of notes scattered on the desk.

“I shouldn't have to tell you not to invade my personal space, Haechan. If this is some stupid dare-"

“I'm going to fucking kill you when you're sober-”

“Only strangers can invade each other's space, Jagiya," he whispers, snortingbas if you were the one acting silly here. “We're not strangers. I'm your dumb virgin roomate, right?"

Your eyes widen imperceptibly as you push yourself up from your chair.

“I'm not even that drunk.” He deadpans. It's as if this boy is unable to mask whatever emotion that seems to pass through him at that very moment.

“Are all these notes yours?” He asks, picking up one of your discarded notes. You strive to grab at the flimsy pieces of notepad paper in his hands, but he swipes it swiftly out of reach every time.

“I just wanted to check on you.” He beams as he pushes himself further along your desk.

“Haechan, you're messing up my system-”

“You must be really smart,” he whispers, and you immediately chastise yourself for letting his words erupt a sudden electrical storm through your once steady heartbeat. “Your handwriting is so pretty too… woah,” he admires before you see his eyes quickly peek about from the paper, “I really like smart girls,”

You find your voice, hidden somewhere in the depths of being flustered. He interrupts you, all the same, “It's okay to say you're smart… I think that's really, like, hot-”

It's impossible to account for the events that followed in a somewhat episodic format because nothing like it had ever happened to you before.

One moment, Haechan is gazing down at you like he wants to eat you and the next, his hand is wrapped around your throat, pulling you up from your chair until your lips are crashing onto his… You had not perceived just how touched starved you were, until you found your inhibitions melting, and you were kissing him back just as fiercely. He was impatient and sloppy, pushing his tongue in too quickly while his hand marked up every inch of your body. “Pretty,” he mumbled in between wet kisses, “You so pretty… y'just feel so pretty.” Once Haechan's lust was involved, the rest of his brain, it seemed, shut down like the finishing hours of a toy factory. He was switching your positions, pushing you onto the desk as he trailed kisses down your neck.

“Your friends,” you murmured before throwing your head back, offering him better access, “We can't.”

“We can,” he nodded, while pushing himself in between your legs, “We can because I want to,” He punctuated his sentence by thrusting his sweatpants-clad hips right against your core. He seemed to have quickly caught a liking to this form of intimacy because soon, Haechan is breaking apart fromcthe kiss to gaze down at his hips pushing against your core.

His breath is peppered with a soft and dazed, “Woah…”

He nodded very slowly, “I like this very much.” Haechan said with grave finality, which evidently was the calm before the storm. You locked your hand around your mouth as Haechan sank his fingers into the sides of your hips, grinding his bulge against your core like there was nothing else that mattered. He brought your hips to meet each of his stuttering but hard thrusts and your head fell back in the stuttering… constant… impact.

“See?” He says, “See how good it feels?” he mumbles incoherently, now in a violent pursuit of his own orgasm. “F-Fuck,” he whimpered, feeling his cock twitching in his sweats. A feeling that usually let him know the end was near. He quickly clamped his hands on the underside of your ass before lifting you slightly off the desk, just enough to move impossibly closer between your legs.

He hugged you, wanting to feel your soft tits pushing up against him as he was grinding you both to a quick orgasm.

“You're close aren't you?” His voice cracks when he says, “Please be close, because I'm so fucking close-”

But all you're able to do is fight to keep your eyes open as you watch the slightly cracked open door. “H-Haechan-”

“Look at me, Cupcake,” he practically whined before forcefully bringing your eyes back to him with a flick of your chin.

The eye contact sent him down a rampage of lust and his hips stuttered as his mouth hung open,“F-Fuck, just like that- you're so good-” he lifted his baggy shirt, to watch himself thrust one more time before his rhythm crumbled and his hips stuttered as he came in his sweats.

You did not have the energy to tell him you didn't cum, only sprouting a brand new vexation as he swayed his way in search of the bathroom.

That had been your first and last devious encounter, before you avoided him like the plague. It had not taken much, because Haechan was vastly more sensible when he was sober. Emerging from his room like a bear out of his den and rubbing his messy head of black hair as he grumbled, “Did I do something weird last night? Or stupid?” He groans, “I have this feeling that I did something extra stupid and weird last night.” Although your heart plummeted minutely, you saw this as a lifeline and you took it.

“You were drunk, Haechan, so you probably most certainly did.”

You allowed yourself to live in the peace of sober Haechan until things once again only got dangerous on Friday nights, when his enablers would all congregate in the living room, tossing back cans of beer.

Your quick trip to the bathroom had ended with Haechan looming in the doorway, once again. With a near constant pout he exclaimed, “I missed you!”

“You see me everyday,” you grumbled before making your way to the sink to wash your hands. There was a bubbling in your stomach, that you would only dissect later. Whether it was excitement or frustration at seeing him this way.

“Still missed you-”

“I think you missed my body,” you said, before drying your hands, “Not me.”

“Both. I missed both,” he says, before beaming the sunniest, brightest smile you had ever seen on a face. You had to look away as you stepped towards him, for your sanity.

“Please move, Hyuck-”

“I wanna play,” he says, “We had so much fun the last time,”

“You fucking seduced me the last time and I fell for it like an idiot." You sighed deeply, "I studied myself to exhaustion. Im such a fucking idiot.”

He looks deep into your eyes as he very seriously says, “Don't say that-”

“What do you like about me? I mean what could you actually like and appreciate about me-” For all of 5 seconds the boy is trapped in a worrying daze. As the seconds tick on, your blood pressure rises and you're pushing roughly at his chest, which once again proves to be futile. “Fucking move, Haechan. I'm not doing this with you.”

His whines soar higher, “But why?! I didn't even really get to see your boobs, please let me see your boobs?” you stop his hand on its way to cup your breasts in mid air. He slumps

“You make me wanna kill myself.” He grumbles before stomping away to rejoin his friends. As Haechan sat down he breathed out heavily before whining, kicking and punching at the air. His friends, seeing nothing new with his tantrum, did not entertain it as they played their games.

Haechan just couldn't understand. He wanted you and, based on everything that transpired, you wanted him. So why not just let it happen?

You were making things too complicated and complicated is not something he enjoyed very much.

Haechan did not grasp onto much but you make it exceptionally clear that you did not want the interaction to be made public knowledge, and he, surprisingly obeyed your wishes. Your only enemy, it seems, were these hangouts Haechan scheduled with his friends. You liked to avoid unnecessary juvenile squabbling when necessary. You had to study instead, until you built the proper revenue to buy an apartment of your own, free from Haechan's provocation.

But you had fallen asleep.

The dusk bleeding into darkness until you were peeling your face off of your Classical lit textbook and nursing a grumbling stomach...

Your ears perked and your stomach sank as you heard boyish laughter bleed in through the cracks of the doorway. They had already arrived and you had zero rations to combat this venomous hunger.

It was guaranteed to be a short and curt journey past the small apartment living room, into the kitchen. A journey whereby you would pray you evade the group of boys invading your shared living room. Or at least one boy in particular...

Had Haechan been a non factor, your anxieties would have been perfectly nullified, but tin the wake of a troublesome post-study hunger, you had no other choice but to venture out into the living room.

You had hope your trip would be a curt one, entertaining not a single, word, jab, or comment as you were on your way to fly to the kitchen. Your feet stopped you before you could make it. Arrested in stark realisation that there is no noise at all. You round the short corner to find Haechan seated patiently on his couch with his hoodie up, tapping away at a mobile game while humming angelically. You immediately noted that he was sober and that set your mild frustrations at ease.

“Oh, hey,” you murmured, before swaying over to the adjoining Kitchen, separated only by a shallow counter. As you stare down at your yoghurt, you miss the way in which Haechan's face snaps up at tye sound of your voice. His feet fly off the coffee table and he rights himself infinitesimally.

“You guys aren't hanging out today?”

“There's a party somewhere on campus,” he switches his phone off and stuffs it into the pocket of his goodies as he shrugs, “Didn't feel like going.”

You walk back into the living room, and Haechan watches as you nod silently before planting yourself on the couch next to him. He's very perceptive and plants a couch cushion behind your back in the process. You realise then that you much preferred him this way.

“I'm having a hard time guaging the fact that you didn't wanna get drunk,” although a short chuckle escapes your lips, Haechan is not laughing. “I don't always think about getting drunk, you know.” The smile disappears from your face automatically as you bring a spoon of yoghurt to your lips.

“Of course… sorry-”

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” Haechan watches your tongue lightly poke out and nip at the yoghurt before lazily bringing his eyes back to you. “If anything, I should be sorry.” An immediate wave of discomfort washed over you when the words left his mouth. So he was aware.

“Drunk Haechan sucks,” he says, “You don't have to make excuses for him.” You're caught in a wave of silence, your yoghourt forgotten on your lap. He wants to pull back but he has your attention now and it's fueling him with all the confidence he needs before he's scooting closer on the couch, until your thigh is directly against his.

“Earlier in the week you asked me what I like about you-”

“Haechan, you don't have to-”

The discomfort bled into embarrassment now and you fought to get up but he placed his hand on yours.

“I don't remember what I said,'' his lips pout lightly as his eyebrows furrow, “I don't know if I said anything at all. I just… want you to know that I wasn't quiet because nothing came to mind. I was speechless because it was like trying to list the stars. Tiring and fucking endless.” He breathed out, before looking away abashedly, “You're a good cook,” he says, “you always make us something to eat for Friday nights. You're so driven, in a way that is equal parts obsessive but also really fucking hot.” Your mouth parts slightly and Haechan's eyes once again lazily drops down to watch them. His voice is airy and loght as he says, “Fuck, and you're so pretty and smart.” He's speaking purely from a place of lust and admiration, which only has you melting further. You much preferred this Haechan.

“You make me feel safe because I know you always have the answers…” You let his words hang stagnant in the air for a while, letting yourself marinate in the pleasure of it, while his own thumb rubs circles around the back of your hand.

“I mean…” The Insecurities were steadily sinking in because by the laws of campus culture, you both were not supposed to be together. Your names were met with different responses and different emotions attached to them. You'd hate his popularity to diminish because of you. Instead of spewing out these words, you only whispered, “Are you sure? I mean, think of what people-”

In a series of swift movements, Haechan's hand cradling your own had gripped down tighter before dragging your hand until it was flush against his bulge. He releases a heavy breath as his eyes fall momentarily shut. Gritting his teeth together as he throws his head back in momentary euphoria as if he had been waiting to do this.

He brushes your hand up and down as he says, “Don't you dare ask me if I'm sure.” He says, unable to stop himself rutting against your hand. A wave of confidence soon falls until you're taking control and crawling your hand up to the waistband of his sweats. He whines in anticipation as you stuff your hand inside until you are cupping his underwear-clad bulge in your open palm. Haechan's eyes are heavy when he swings his head lazily to you, watching you watch his hips lift to graze himself against your hand.

“I need you,” he whispers, before raising a hand, immediately cupping your breasts, “I need you so fucking bad.” He can feel the presume wet the tight constraints of his boxers and he locks his jaw tighter. “I wanna fuck you, Cupcake,” your stomach warms at the reiterating of the nickname he had given you when he was drunk and equally ravenous, “Please let me,” He juts his hips up with every whine that escapes his throat, “Please-”

“I need you too-” before the words even leave your mouth he's lunging at you in a wild kiss. “Fuck, your lips are so soft,” he mumbles before forcing his his thumb into your mouth and watching with heavy eyelids as he lowers you onto the couch. Your jaw goes limp as Haechan, seemingly entranced with swiping his thumb along your wet tongue.

“So warm,” he murmurs as he hovers above you. Haechan lowers himself between your open legs, “Your mouth I'd so fucking pretty, so fucking warm-”

He sounded exactly like he sounded when he was drunk. Sloppy, incoherent and not making much sense. But you could not discount the pool of wetness that glistened your underwear as Haechan continued to play with your tongue.

“Fuck-” He whispers, watching the saliva coat his finger as he unconsciously thrusts his bulge once again into your core. He seems too realise that he hadn't, in fact, pulled his cock out and he curses lightly before hurriedly moving to do just that.

“Your boobs-” He whispers as he pulls his aching cock out, “Please let me see-”

Before the words even leave his mouth you're pulling your shorts and top off swiftly. Haechan immediately doubles over, thrusting into the air once before he's fisting the base of his cock, as if he was on the cusp of cumming.

“F-Fuck, I think I need to fuck you now-” He said, already sinking deep into you. Your moans fight valiantly to drown out his perpetual whines before he buries his face in between your neck and shoulders. He's breathing heavily as he begins to fuck steadily up into you, releasing little melodic ‘hah, hah, hah's as he peels back to look down at you with heavy pussy-drunk eyes.

“Fuck it feels so good, Haechan,” he thrusts harder at that before lowering his lips to your nipple and sucking without ever breaking eye contact. The stimulation from your nipple and the head of his cock bumping into your cervix has your mind spinning with euphoria. You haven't even cum yet but this feels like you're trapped in that same state of pleasure.

“Fuck, baby you're so tight around my cock,’ his breath blows down against your wet nipple and you buck your hips up to meet his thrusts. “If you carry on like this you're gonna make me spill inside you,” you throw your head back, mouth parting even wider as a chorus of moans leave your throat after his sentence.

“F-Fuck you want that? You want me to cum inside you?”

You cannot speak, completely fargone at this point but your cunt still clenching around him is all the answer he needs before he's ramming into you with urgency. “Fuck, you,make me feel so good Cupcake-” He's once again pressing his fingers into your mouth, as of needing to feel the warm wetness just to get off.

He's looking down at you as of you hung the moon, “F-Fuck I'm cumming-” He fights to keep his eyes open and watch you whine around his fingers as your own orgasm crashes in violent succession. You're both fighting to press your hips together, he's fighting to stay inside as an endless string of cum flights to push him out. You're both breathing heavily, both staring into each other's eyes as Haechan pulls his middle and index finger out of your mouth. You're absolutely speechless as he cleans his fingers with his own mouth, all without breaking eye contact.

“I… can't believe I came like that-” You say, eyes caught in a daze.

“Shit- I was supposed to rub your clit, wasn't I?” He's already slipping out of you and craning open your legs.

“N-No, Haechan I came, I promise I came. Fuck-” He's rubbing small circles against your puffy clit, using his cum as lube. “You have no idea how badly I needed you cumminh around my cock like that,” he says before spraying a gentle kiss against your knee. He's playing with your cunt, not to bring you to orgasm, you realise, but unconsciously. “We're boyfriend and girlfriend now, right?”

You snicker lightly before nodding with finality. Thus, as the beginning of a new but interesting dynamic, in which you drove Haechan to study more while he, in the same breath, got you to open up more. He dropped your inhibitions and coaxed you out of your comfort zone…

[marklease]

May I request fwb!haechan?😵‍💫

fwb gamer!haechan

i saw a request for fwb haechan and couldn’t stop myself from pushing gamer haechan agenda. hope you guys still enjoy 😔💕

[hyuckmov]

haechan — don't let me go (multiverse x soulmates fic) | teaser

full fic genre: fluff, angst, smut, soulmates / multiverse au, slice-of-life est wc: 10k+ a/n: this fic is for my 1 year anniversary of having this account and a love letter to my stories :) had this idea in my head for awhile now and thought i should put it here to let you all know i'm thinking about it!

"have we met before?"

yes, haechan thinks to himself. again, and again, and again. he's met you in corridors leading nowhere, a face blurred with shadows in a screaming crowd. he knows you from confessions in dimly lit bedrooms, tender truths bathed in moonlight. he could map your body with his eyes closed, could still feel the brush of your hands on his skin, the weight of your body against his chest.

"no," he answers. not like this.

or: in which haechan has to keep the greatest secret he's ever had — which is that he was always made to love you.