#haechan x reader smut

[smileysuh]

forget him

🌙 staring. Haechan x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. “What if… what if I helped you out a little?” His words hang in the air, and your room feels thick with tension. You’re acutely aware of the toy still pressed between your thighs. “Look,” Hyuck says, voice softer, “I hate seeing you cry- but seeing you cry about something good might make us both feel better.”

tw/cw. recent breakup, fingering, Hyuck walks in while y/n is masturbating, masturbation, assisted masturbation, toy/dildo use, overstimulation, dacryphilia, reader has multiple orgasms, squirting, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, big dick Hyuck, pussy stretching, dirty talk, praise, talking about y/n's ex while they fuck, marking/claim kink, full/breeding kink, etc… I pet names: (hers) gorgeous, babe, good girl.

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 7.1k

🍭 aus. friends to lovers, roommates au, recent breakup, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. When I tell you I need to be demolished by this Hyuck-

Hyuck absolutely hates seeing you like this. 

He’d thought it had been hard seeing you in love with his best friend Mark Lee, but seeing you in the throws of depression after your recent breakup takes the cake for Hyuck when it comes to him having a straight up horrible time.

Obviously, you have it worse, and he’s not trying to contest that fact- he just hadn’t realized that when the thing he’d been hoping for actually came to pass- it would feel this bad. 

In the dark reaches of his mind, he wonders if he’d had something to do with the separation, although, in truth, he knows that’s ridiculous. He’d been as supportive as a friend and roommate could be about you and Mark. He’d forced smiles and words of encouragement when you’d gushed through the talking phase. He’d found ways to ditch the apartment when you and Mark started to get physical, doing his best to give you privacy while getting high as a kite at Lee Jeno’s place to distract himself from the fact that you were getting railed by someone other than him. And now, he supposes, he’s doing his due diligence in making you feel better when you’re at your worst.

Hyuck’s doing the best he can to make things easy for you. He’s set up movie days, and he’s made you ramen. He’s allowed you to shuffle closer to him on the couch, even resting your head on his shoulder any time you start to tear up. He’s paused films to listen to you explain things like “When Mark and I watched this, he would always get so excited when Totoro would show up” or “Mark hated No Face.” 

He wonders if doing a Ghibli marathon is the best idea, given how much you associate it with Mark, but when he’d asked you about it and you insisted you would feel better watching the films, he’d left it at that.

You’re your own person, and Hyuck’s always trusted you to make the best decisions for yourself… even when he doesn’t agree with them.

Cuddled next to you on your living room couch, Hyuck does his best just to be there for you. He ignores the boys’ group chat messages, where other friends are taking care of Mark. As far as Hyuck’s concerned, he’s team you, all the way, and he always has been.

He notices the way you start to shift next to him, pulling away from his shoulder to stretch your arms over your head.

“You good?” Hyuck asks, looking away from the movie to give you his complete and undivided attention.

“Yeah,” you sigh, frowning slightly. “Just tired.”

“Do you want to go to bed?” He studies your face, noticing all the signs of exhaustion- although, to be fair, you’ve been a sleepy wreck of a thing since your breakup two weeks ago.

“I probably should,” you concede, taking another deep breath. “Thanks for making me dinner and watching movies with me.”

“Don’t mention it,” Hyuck says, flashing you a small smile as he straightens in his seat, reaching for the remote to stop the movie.

“You’ve been so nice since… since the whole Mark thing.” He can see you swallowing back tears, and you reach up to wipe your eye with the sleeve of your hoodie. 

“That’s what friends are for,” Hyuck assures you, although, his attention toward you has always far surpassed that of a friend. It’s a shame you’ve never realized that fact.

“Just… thanks,” you say again, holding open your arms for a hug that Hyuck is more than happy to give you. 

He adjusts on the couch, leaning forward to scoop you into his arms. Your cheek presses to his shoulder and he breathes in the smell of your fruity body wash. He tries his best not to hug you too hard- because if he did, you might actually realize that every time you hug him, he has no true intention of ever letting you go. 

“Sleep well, okay, gorgeous?” he prompts, stroking your hair and using the petname he’d given you far before you’d ever met Mark. “You really need your rest.”

“I’ll do my best,” you assure him, giving one last gentle squeeze before you pull away.

Hyuck watches you stand up, your hoodie skimming your mid thigh. He knows you’re wearing sleeping shorts under the oversized fabric, but he can’t help but swallow thickly, imagining what it would be like if you were just in panties.

He really has to get his mind out of the gutter, and Hyuck knows that- he’s been trying to, in all honesty he has- but it’s been four years of knowing you, one of living together, and he still can’t manage to keep his thoughts PG. 

With one last small smile, you turn and begin to shuffle to your room.

He misses your lively movements. The first night you’d moved in together, you’d had a small dance party together, and Hyuck’s always been adamant that no one’s hips move like yours do. 

He misses your joy. The way you sparkle when you’re happy. You used to smile like a kid in a candy shop anytime you watched your favourite movies or ate the ramen he’d made for you, but these days, the most you can muster is a small upquirk of the sides of your lips.

Hyuck wants to make you smile again. He’s just not sure how to do it. 

He knows you need time. Time heals all wounds, or so they say. He just wishes he could fast track your recovery.

Your bedroom door shuts and the spell of watching you is broken. Hyuck takes a deep breath, looking around the messy living room. There are blankets and pillows strewn all over, take out boxes from your day inside, tissues from when you’d cried. 

He’s not generally known to be the cleanest man around town, but Hyuck feels that in times like these, the least he can do is keep things tidy. He’s sure you’ll feel better to come out of your room every morning to a nice apartment, so he begins his work of collecting water cups and take away boxes. 

You’ve definitely lost your spark, and Hyuck thinks maybe he has too. He’s used to playing music loudly, using it as energy at all hours of the day, but tonight, while he cleans, he keeps things quiet. His head is full, and his ears are on edge, paying attention to the sounds coming from your room.

In those first days after the breakup, he’d heard you crying a lot, and he’s sure that barging into your room to give you a hug had cheered you up. He’s hoping it won’t be necessary today. 

As much as he loves hugging you, seeing you cry always makes him feel like someone is trying to tear open his chest and clench his heart. It’s an ache he doesn’t enjoy.

When you’d moved in together, he’d decided that as a girl - with monthly girl issues - you should have the bigger room with the connected bathroom, and he listens to the sound of you brushing your teeth and getting ready for bed. 

You begin to hum something, and Hyuck realizes it’s the first time he’s heard you sing since your breakup. 

Maybe tonight will be a good night.

Hyuck has moved all the clutter to the kitchen, and he begins to put stuff in the garbage and dishwasher while he listens to you hum. He thinks about the day you met, at uni orientation. He’d never become friends with someone so fast in his life, and when you’d discovered you had three of five classes together- well, he’s never looked back, not for one second.

He wonders how things would be different if he’d ever manned up and told you how he felt- how he feels- how his affection for you has only been growing and growing- 

Hyuck finds himself heading to the fridge and taking out a beer. He hasn’t been drinking much since you and Mark broke up, hasn’t needed the mind-numbing effects of alcohol, so when he takes a large swig, he finds that it immediately takes the edge off. 

He can’t be thinking about wifing you up right now- no matter how much he might wish to.

Although… as he leans against the sink and downs the can, grabbing another, he begins to wonder if offering himself up to you as a distraction really would be the worst thing in the world. 

Sure, it wouldn’t be the way he’d want to start things with you- but maybe he could make you fall in love with him and forget all about Mark Lee. However, in all honesty, he’d probably be risking your friendship. 

He’s played this mind game with himself too many times before, and Hyuck always finds himself at a stalemate. Frustration bubbles up inside and he looks out at the living room, determined to set himself back on the task of cleaning.

Hyuck throws the pillows onto the couch, and he even begins to fold up a blanket, and that’s when he hears a familiar sound.

You’ve never been the type to seek much affection, especially when you’re in your room, so whenever he’s caught you crying, it’s always started with a whimper.

What Hyuck’s just heard was definitely a whimper, and his whole body surges with white-hot, electric energy, his eyes darting to your door. His breath catches, and he tosses the blanket down to the ground, frozen as he waits for another sound of distress. 

A small gasp can be heard under the crack of your door, and Hyuck’s body bolts into action. He’s moving so fast he stumbles a little over his own feet just as he reaches your room, and he wonders if drinking two beers was a good idea. His hand lands on your door, and he knocks aggressively.

“You okay in there, gorgeous?” he calls.

“I’m fine!” you respond, but there’s definitely an edge to your voice. 

He can tell something is wrong- can tell you’re lying to him, and in a split second, Hyuck is making a decision. 

“I’m coming in.”

You let out a small squeak of surprise, tearing your hand away from the toy still lodged inside of you so you can pull the blankets up around your shoulders, jaw dropping as your roommate barges into your room.

“Hyuck!”

He stands in the doorway, studying you, and you can see a look of confusion cross his face. “I thought I heard you crying.”

“I’m not crying!” you insist, core clenching around the dildo. “Get out!” 

Hyuck doesn’t move. “I definitely heard a whimper,” he insists.

Your heart is practically racing in your chest, and you’re very much aware of the pleasurable feeling still thrumming from your core. Cock warming was something you enjoyed doing with Mark, and the fact that you’re cock warming a toy while Hyuck stares at you is having a wholly unexpected effect on your entire body.

“People whimper for all sorts of reasons!” you say dumbly. “Leave!”

Hyuck tilts his head to the side, assessing you again. “You never speak to me like this.”

“You usually don’t just barge in here unannounced!” 

“Yes, I do,” Hyuck points out. “Why’s tonight different?”

“What do you mean-”

“Something is different,” he says, more firmly this time. His gaze dips, taking in the blanket still wrapped tightly around your form. “Wait…” you see the exact moment he realizes what you’re up to, and even from a few feet away, you see the way his pupils dilate. “Are you…”

“Hyuck-” you groan, lifting the blankets to hide your face, hoping he can’t see the shame that’s beginning to consume you.

“You are, aren’t you?” 

“Are what?” you ask, deciding to play dumb.

You can hear him scoff, and you peak from under the blanket just in time to see his signature eye roll. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek, something he does when he’s getting annoyed, and you can feel yourself dripping down your dildo. 

He meets your gaze again. “I didn’t hear a vibrator, so let me guess…” You watch him swallow thickly. “The toy’s still inside of you, isn’t it?”

Curse him for knowing you so well.

Curse him for having a dirty mind.

And maybe most of all, curse yourself for being so stupidly turned on that you can’t even deny what he’s just said. All you can do is groan loudly, hiding again. 

“Do you want me to leave?” he asks after a beat of silence.

“Yes!”

You hear him click his tongue. “Come on, gorgeous. We both know I can tell when you lie to me. We’ve been friends for years, you don’t have to be… ashamed about this.”

But shame is exactly what you’re feeling, and his words don’t help at all. 

“Please, just leave,” you sigh, so embarrassed you think you might actually die.

“What if… what if I helped you out a little?”

His words hang in the air, and your room feels thick with tension. You’re acutely aware of the toy still pressed between your thighs.  

“Look,” Hyuck says, voice softer, “I hate seeing you cry- but seeing you cry about something good might make us both feel better.” 

“You’re being crazy.” You peak out at him. “We’re roommates- Mark is one of your best friends-”

“I’ve known you longer and I’m loyal to you,” Hyuck insists firmly. “And besides, stranger things have happened.”

“Yeah? Like what?” you can’t help but laugh a little, and the contraction of your stomach muscles pushes the toy slightly out of your core, making you groan at the loss.

From the look that crosses Hyuck’s face, he obviously notices your sound, and you watch his tongue dart out to wet his lips. “For one, the fact that you even dated Mark was a little crazy.”

“He’s a nice guy.”

“But nice doesn’t fill you up at night. Nice doesn’t make you cum so hard you feel it through your whole body.” Hyuck holds up a hand. “And before you try to tell me Mark was good in bed, remember that I have a room next to yours. Mark is a nice guy, but that doesn’t mean he can fuck. Not the way you deserve.” 

You shift in your bed, sitting up a little to address your roommate. “Yeah? And how do I deserve to be fucked?” 

“You deserve someone who’s going to worship every inch of you. Someone who’s going to make you cum over and over- make you gush so good you’re begging for it, begging to finally get dicked down so hard you can’t even walk after. Someone who makes you cry for all the right reasons.” 

You stare at Hyuck. 

You’re not even sure what to say. 

He’s never talked like this to you, ever- at least, not in your waking hours.

You’ve had dreams about his sharp tongue, his long fingers, and his big cock- but never gave credence to your lustful fantasies. Hyuck’s always just been a friend- 

“Why now?” you find yourself asking. “After all this time-”

“I’m tired of watching you hurt over something I might be able to help you fix.”

“So cock is the fix to a broken heart?” 

“Gorgeous, I think we both know that what I’m offering you is more than cock.”

“Right, I’m guessing tongue and fingers-”

Hyuck gives you an unimpressed look. “Are you really going to make me say it?”

“Say what?”

“That I’m super into you? That I’ve been into you since we met? That it killed me to watch you be with Mark when I knew you should have been with me?” 

“Hyuck-” you breathe, feeling even more whiplash from these words than his dirty talk.

“Look, you don’t have to say anything about that stupid feels shit, just… just let me take care of you tonight.”

“What if we regret it?” You press your thighs together, keeping the toy just inside of you while you begin to fidget with your blanket. “What if it ruins our friendship?”

“I’ve asked myself that same question for years,” Hyuck admits. “But… after looking at you now- I really don’t think that’s something we have to worry about.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I’m about to make you cum so hard you forget about every other man in your life.”

“Promise?”

He nods. “Promise.” 

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Hyuck lets out a small laugh. “So… you going to lift those covers and let me see what I’m dealing with or…?”

“God,” you groan, hiding your face in your hands. “This is so embarrassing.”

“I call you gorgeous for a reason, don’t I?” Hyuck grins. “Come on, I wanna see.”

You grab at the blankets, taking a deep breath. Then you start to move them off your body.

Your roommate watches your every movement, dipping his head to focus as you lift the fabric covering your feet, then your calves-

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” you tell him.

“Yeah, me neither,” Hyuck admits. “I’ve been waiting so long to see you like this.” 

His words make your stomach erupt in butterflies, and you feel the toy still half wedged in your core. “Should I… should I remove the dildo first?”

“No.” He shakes his head. “I wanna see that too.” His eyes meet yours. “Don’t be embarrassed. You’re so fucking hot, I’m already hard.”

He reaches a hand down to cup the front of his sweatpants, and you realize he’s not lying. You can see the impressive print of his cock pressing against the fabric, and it makes your mouth water. It also gives you the confidence to fully reveal yourself to his hungry eyes, and the moment he sees you, Hyuck lets out a deep groan.

“Shit, gorgeous,” Hyuck says, letting out a deep breath. “You’re even more perfect than I’ve imagined.”

His words make you feel shy, and you close your legs, only for Hyuck to press a knee to the bed, both hands reaching out to prompt your thighs back open. 

“Don’t hide from me,” he warns, and there’s an edge to his tone. He’s still being soft with you, his touch gentle, but there’s an obvious hunger rising inside of him. “Tell me about this toy.”

“Well, I uh…” you search for your words. “It’s one of the first ones I ever bought-”

“It’s small,” Hyuck notes, which is kind of funny considering it’s Mark sized. “Can I use it on you?”

“You want to fuck me with the toy?” You blink at your long term friend and roommate.

“Gotta stretch you out to take something bigger.” Hyuck smirks devilishly, and your pussy throbs- he’s definitely bigger than Mark and the toy still half lodged inside of you. You can’t wait to find out how much bigger. 

“You can-” you bite at your lip, “you can fuck me with it.”

“Good girl,” Hyuck praises you, and you can feel yourself practically dripping around the dildo now.

You hold your breath in anticipation while Hyuck gets settled on the foot of the bed. His warm palms smooth over your thighs, forcing you wider, and then his fingers grab the base of the toy. “Do you like it slow?”

“I think… to start off with?” You feel too hazy to be able to answer questions, and he hasn’t even started with you. “But… when you fuck me, can you go fast, please?”

“Of course, gorgeous. I can do anything you want,” he assures you, applying pressure to the toy so it begins to lodge deeper inside of you. You let out a small sigh and Hyuck looks up at you, grinning. “You’re so wet, babe, making this too fucking easy.”

“It’s not my fault-” you defend yourself, voice shaky. 

“It’s mine, isn’t it?” His smile widens. “Talking dirty gets you going, huh, gorgeous?”

You nod, resting your head back against the pillows and closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling of him beginning to work the toy in and out of your pussy. 

“Bet Mark’s dirty talk game was weak,” Hyuck says under his breath.

You don’t have it in you to agree with him, although… he’s correct. Something tells you he knows it too, because he lets out a small chuckle. 

Hyuck’s using his right hand to fuck you with the toy, and his left moves from your thigh. A moment later, his thumb is rubbing gentle circles on your clit and your toes curl from the stimulation. A gentle gasp escapes you and you can practically hear Hyuck smile.

“Feels good?” he prompts.

“So good,” you nod. You need something to hold onto, so you grab at the one piece of clothing on your body, a night shirt, which you lift up your to your abdomen, giving Hyuck more room to work. 

He rubs your clit harder and you let out a whine, feeling the familiar build of tension in the pit of your stomach.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” Hyuck tells you, and you can feel his breath on your pussy which makes you twitch. “God, I could watch you squirm like this all night.”

“Please-”

“Please what?” 

You don’t even know. All you know is listening to the squelching sound of the toy going in and out of you while his thumb rubs your clit is driving you insane.

“I want to kiss you,” you decide, realizing Hyuck’s about to make you cum and you haven’t even really gotten a taste of him. 

Hyuck stops what he’s doing immediately, manuevering up the bed so he’s on top of you, one hand pressed to the pillow while he looks down at you.

“Hi, gorgeous,” he grins.

Your hands explore his shoulders and one snakes into his hair, then you’re tugging his mouth down to your own. Hyuck’s gentle with you at first, but when you go to bite on his lower lip, he groans loudly. His tongue darts out to brush against your own, and the kiss deepens. 

You’re done with your toy. You want to feel him, and you reach between your bodies to remove the dildo, pulling it out and tossing it onto the floor next to the bed.

Hyuck breaks your kiss to look at the wet toy on the ground, and he lets out a small laugh, gaze returning to your own. “Why’d you do that?”

“I want you.”

“Yeah?” His hand slips between your forms, and two digits stroke the length of your pussy, making you moan. “Want me to make you cum all over my fingers?”

You nod, grabbing at the front of his shirt, tugging his mouth back to yours while he buries himself into you knuckle deep.

He strokes your walls, and the feeling is absolutely delightful, especially when he angles his hand, palm pressing to your clit while he seeks out your gspot. 

His lips are hot against your own, and they don’t muffle the sound of pleasure escaping you. 

Hyuck’s a bit of a gamer, but you never really realized his fingers could feel this good- 

“Shit, gorgeous,” he groans, breaking the kiss to move his mouth to your throat, where he lets out deep breaths. “You’re dripping all over my hand.”

“I’m so close-” you confess, gripping his shoulders tighter while he finger fucks you even harder, chasing your release.

“You’ll be a good girl and cum for me, right?” Hyuck prompts, which makes you mewl. “Yeah, you’ve always been such a good girl, gonna be good and cum all over my fingers-”

His words make you throb, and he applies more pressure to your clit with his palm. His lips press kisses to your neck and he finds your sweetspot, making everything feel all the more intense.

You’re on the edge, and you let out a loud gasp, clenching your eyes shut in anticipation.

“Cum for me, gorgeous. Come on, I wanna feel you.”

His words make the cord in your stomach snap, and your body is flooded with the pleasure of your release. You feel it everywhere, and it makes you cry out while holding onto him tighter. His hand continues between your thighs, fingers unrelenting, palm heavy on your clit. 

Hyuck works you through your orgasm until you’re gasping and pushing at his shoulders, and then he straightens a little, motions stopping while he looks down at you. “Did you enjoy that?”

You can’t help but laugh, rolling your eyes a little. “You know I did.”

“Yeah, but you could still stroke my ego a little.”

“Stroke your ego?” You reach for his cock, gripping him through his sweats. “Like this?”

Hyuck lets out a low groan, thrusting forward to meet your hand. “As much as I’d love to watch you jack me off- tonight I’m here to make you feel better, and I’m not anywhere near being done with you yet.”

You’d never realized Hyuck had any self control, and you watch in shock as he gently moves your hand away.

“I’m going to eat you out now,” he tells you, slipping down the bed so he’s on his stomach between your legs. Hyuck spreads you open, gently kissing your inner thigh before looking up at you. “You good with this?”

“Uh huh,” you breathe, swallowing thickly as you prepare yourself for his tongue. “I’m still sensitive though.”

“I’ll go easy on you,” Hyuck promises, pressing a very soft kiss to your clit. “I can be gentle, contrary to popular belief.” 

You can’t help but let out a giggle, but the sound is cut short when Hyuck unexpectedly buries his face between your thighs. His tongue presses into your hole and the feeling has your legs quaking as he adjusts them over his shoulders, trying to dive even deeper.

“Shit, Hyuck-” you whimper, grabbing at his hair.

He’s always been a bit of a liar- maybe you shouldn’t have believed him when he said he’d go easy on you. But… at the same time, the way his nose repeatedly bumps your clit has a fire building in your abdomen again, and you really aren’t even that mad about it.

You can feel Hyuck smile against you, and it’s such a turn on to know he’s enjoying himself while providing you with pleasure. Mark had always been somewhat rigid in your sexual interactions, much more serious than the grinning cheshire cat between your legs now. 

Where Mark had been slow and tentative, Hyuck’s eager and passionate. He switches between lapping at your hole, sucking your clit, and pushing his tongue into you as deep as it can go, licking at your walls and working you up way faster than anyone else ever has in your entire life.

Then he begins to groan, and you realize he’s grinding against the bed-

Is eating you out really that sexy for him? 

You feel another gush of wetness from the thought and your pussy throbs, warning you both that you’re close again. Hyuck responds by adjusting ever so slightly, lips wrapping around your clit while he pushes a hand to your entrance, slipping two fingers inside.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum-” you gasp, back arching off the bed while the cord in your stomach is pulled unbelievably tight. 

Hyuck’s fingers twist in and out of your hole, and he licks at your clit in the most sloppy manner- it’s enough to have you exploding, a cry of pleasure escaping you while your core clamps down on your roommate. 

He groans loudly, sinfully, and the vibration against your clit has your legs shaking around his head, orgasm pulsing deep through your entire being. 

You’re practically crying at this point, and you can feel tears even while you clench your eyes shut, taking everything Hyuck’s giving you while moaning like a whore- you’ve never sounded this way, and there’s something almost addicting about the noises being torn out of you.

You know he feels it too, because Hyuck is completely unrelenting. If anything, he’s even more sloppy with the way he worships your pussy, fingers crooking up expertly-

You’re literally gushing around him, and you can feel it, can feel that your bed is going to be ruined after this. But you can’t bring yourself to care. All you can do is grab at your sheets, crying to the ceiling while your best friend makes you feel pleasure so intense that you can’t even think. 

He’s fulfilled his promise about making you cry for good reasons… and he hasn’t even taken his cock out yet.

You’ve never been this needy in your entire life, and when he pulls away from your core, allowing you to catch your breath, you peak out at him from under wet lashes. 

“You’re literally perfect,” he tells you, voice deep. His pupils are completely blown now and he’s breathing as heavily as you are.

You watch him bring glistening fingers up to his lips, slowly sucking them clean and moaning loudly at the taste of you before he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Fuck, and you’re already crying-” Hyuck sits up, leaning over you and reaching out to brush some of your tears away. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.” 

“Hyuck-” you whimper, shocked that you’re choking up.

Your body is still being flooded with emotion and sensations. Your nipples are hard under your shirt and the fabric is becoming uncomfortable, making you more sensitive-

“Going to let me take care of you now, right, gorgeous?” he asks, pinching at your chin and leaning in to kiss you softly.

“Please-” You grab at your shirt and Hyuck follows through by helping you take it off.

You’re now fully revealed to him, and your best friend sits back to appreciate you, letting out a deep breath. 

“Mark’s so fucking stupid for letting you go,” Hyuck says.

His words are bitter sweet, and in your overstimulated state, you find your lower lip wobbling as you hold back a choked sob. 

“Shh,” Hyuck whispers, reaching out to cup your cheek. “It’s better to be with someone who knows your worth, like I do. I’d never fucking treat you the way he did- I promise.”

The look on his face is so intense, and you know he’s telling you the truth.

Your body relaxes a little- Hyuck really is such a good guy, and what he’s doing for you helps more than he’ll probably ever know. He’s making you feel sexy again, making you feel needed and wanted and maybe even loved. 

“Besides,” Hyuck clears his throat, taking off his own shirt, “I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll forget all about that asshole.”

You can’t help but laugh sadly, wiping at your own face to get rid of the last tears while you watch Hyuck move to work on his sweats. 

When he pushes the waistband down, revealing his cock, you think you might actually faint.

You’ve always thought Hyuck was a pretty guy, sexy of course, but pretty too- and his cock? It’s as stupidly pretty as the rest of him.

He must be a little over seven inches, and he’s girthy too-

You can feel yourself practically drooling as you look at him, and Hyuck smirks at your reaction. “Sure you’re ready for this, gorgeous?”

“If you don’t fuck me I think I might die.”

He laughs at your words. “Then I guess I better fuck you.”

“Should we…” you bite at your lip. “Do we need condoms?”

“Babe,” Hyuck scoffs. “Babe- we’re both clean, right? And I know you’re on birth control… do you want me to wear a condom? I always kind of imagined you’d be the kind of girl who wants to be full.”

How many times has he imagined this, you wonder. 

But he’s right. You want him to fill you up like no one else has.

“Come here,” you say, holding open your arms while he kicks his sweats off.

Hyuck’s hands find the pillows by your head and he slots himself between your legs, lips pressing against your own.

You thread your fingers through his soft brown hair, kissing him eagerly. You want to get lost in him, and it’s easy to do that when he begins to rut his cock against your pussy, bumping your clit and making your thighs shake around his hips.

“Just fuck me,” you groan, already feeling so unbelievably needy.

Hyuck smirks against your lips, pulling away to look down at you with mischief in his eyes. “You’re so fucking hot it’s insane.”

“Then why aren’t you inside me yet?”

He moans a little, dipping his head to look between your bodies while he reaches for the base of his cock, lining himself up with your hole. “If it hurts, I’ll stop.”

You’re about to scoff and tell him he’s not that big when he pushes his head into your entrance and a gasp leaves your lips. The stretch is very real, and you wrap your arms tighter around his shoulders, closing your eyes and focusing on getting your body to relax.

You can practically feel your pussy struggling to make room for him, and even though you’re as wet as a fucking slip and slide, it’s still a little difficult for him to push in inch after inch-

“Fuck,” you whimper, and Hyuck rewards you by burying his face in your throat, peppering your skin in kisses. The soft feeling of his lips is enough to distract you from the intrusion opening up your pussy, and soon his hips are flush against your own, making you both release groans of pleasure.

“You ready for this?” Hyuck asks.

“God, yes-” 

He reaches for your hand, pressing it to the pillow and threading your fingers. Then he kisses you softly-

When he begins to rut into you, it’s anything but soft.

Hyuck’s motions are calculated and rough, the tip of his cock hitting a spot deep inside of you that has you squeezing his hand. You’d be cussing if it weren’t for his hot lips against your own, lips that have gotten increasingly demanding, his tongue stroking yours while you gasp.

It feels amazing- like, truly. You’ve never been fucked like this, and he’s only just started.

He stops kissing you, breathing heavily while he fucks you even harder. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

“You’re literally balls deep inside of me,” you nearly laugh. “You can ask me anything.”

“I’m just,” Hyuck groans, squeezing your hand. “Did you ever think about me when you were fucking Mark?”

Your pussy clenches at the question, from shock or hornyness, you’re not sure. 

“I-”

“You did, didn’t you?” Hyuck grins. “Don’t think I didn’t just feel you get super fucking tight around me- God, you are dirty like me, aren’t you, gorgeous? I thought… thought that when you started dating soft boy Mark, maybe you were more vanilla, but that’s not you, is it?”

“No-”

“You like to get fucked, properly, don’t you, babe?” Hyuck continues.

“Fuck, yes-”

“And Mark didn’t know how to do that for you, did he? Mark didn’t know how to make you wet like this, didn’t know how to make you cry or scream or beg-”

You can’t bring yourself to verbally slander Mark while Hyuck’s fucking you like a wild man, so instead you just shake your head. Your confirmation makes Hyuck grin, and he fucks you even harder, the whole bed rocking while the sound of skin on skin fills the room. 

“You know what? Enough about Mark. Forget him. You don’t need him anymore.” Hyuck’s mouth is hot on your neck and his words make you shiver as he moves to suck your earlobe. “You only need me. You only need me, I promise.” 

Hyuck lets go of your hand and you’re about to argue with him about it when he shoves his fingers between your bodies, rubbing at your clit while he fucks you.

“Hyuck!” you whimper, writhing beneath him.

“That’s it gorgeous. I wanna ruin you for anyone else. After this, no one’s going to make you cum like I can.” He’s groaning now, voice all breathy and super sexy- “If I make you cum three times the first time I fuck you, that means you’re mine right?”

You moan loudly at the idea, grabbing his shoulders while he works you closer and closer to yet another orgasm that you have no doubt will be as mind blowing as the first two. 

“Tell me you’re mine,” Hyuck says, voice gruffer now. “Fuck, gorgeous, I want you so badly- just say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you gasp when he applies more pressure to your clit.

“That’s my girl,” Hyuck smiles against your neck. “You’ll let me mark you right? Let me suck some pretty bruises into your skin so every time you look in the mirror you know your roommate fucks you right-”

His tongue darts out, licking a stripe of your throat before his lips press to your sweet spot. He suctions his mouth onto you, teeth grazing your skin and causing you to cry out while you move your hands to tug on his hair.

Hyuck lets out a sinful groan when you pull gently on his soft brown strands, but he doesn’t let up. He’s entirely focused on you and your pleasure, cock continuing to rearrange your insides while his fingers abuse your nearly overstimulated clit-

“I’m so close-” you whimper, eyes closed as your body once again approaches the edge with startling speed. 

“Yeah?” Hyuck moves away from your neck and you get the sense that he’s looking down at you. “Gonna cum on this cock and let me fill you up? Gonna let me breed you like the good girl you are? Make you so stupidly full that you’re fucking dripping?”

“Yes, fuck, Hyuck, please-” You’re on the verge of tears again, whole body thrumming with energy-

“Then cum for me. Let me fucking feel you.” 

You twitch from his words, and then you’re falling over the edge, gasping and clawing at him while you’re overcome with ecstasy. You’re not sure if it’s because this is your third orgasm, or if it’s because his cock is balls deep inside of you, but this orgasm is the most intense of them all.

You’re reduced to a completely primal side of yourself, brain short circuiting while your body takes over. There are no thoughts, only the attempt to process all the pleasure that’s flowing through you like a river that’s broken through a dam. 

The sounds escaping you are unlike anything that has ever come from your vocal cords, and Hyuck is also cumming, groaning loudly as he presses his lips to yours. His tongue is hot as it licks at your bottom lip, and his thrusts are erratic. 

He takes his hand away from your clit in favour of finding yours again, fingers locking while he squeezes you. You can feel the passion radiating off of him, can feel that this won’t be a one time thing and you both know it.

Hyuck takes care of you through your orgasms until you’re both finished, and his motions begin to slow until he’s simply half laying on top of you, his kisses much more gentle as you gasp into each others mouths. 

His hips are flush against your own, keeping his cum inside of you while you make out. His body is warm and it almost feels like a security blanket draped across your own. Hyuck’s fingers are still tangled with yours, and it feels nice just to be holding someone’s hand again.

“Fuck, gorgeous,” Hyuck groans, pulling away from your lips, “if we keep kissing I might have to fuck you again, and I don’t think you could take another orgasm.”

“Not tonight,” you agree, blinking up at your roommate. 

It’s like you’re seeing him in a new light, and you assess the soft details of his features. He really is a beautiful man.

“And we ruined your bed,” Hyuck says with a grin. “You were squirting earlier and your sheets are too wet to sleep in, so I guess that means you’re coming to my room tonight.”

“You want me to sleep with you?” you nearly laugh.

“I’d honestly be offended if you didn’t.” He lets go of your hand, pushing himself off of you. “I didn’t get to touch your tits at all, and I’d like to have something to grab onto when we sleep.”

“God, you’re such a menace,” you giggle, pushing at his chest.

“You love it,” Hyuck insists, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips. “Come on, we should shower.”

“So we’re showering together now too? Weren’t you the guy who said Mark was being clingy by wanting to see me every day when we started dating?”

“It’s clingy when Mark does it,” Hyuck notes. “When I do it, it’s endearing and charming and sexy-”

“Sure it is,” you say sarcastically, shaking your head at him.

“What happened to my good girl?” Hyuck teases. “If you keep talking back, I might be tempted to ruin you in the shower.”

Now that you’re thinking about it, that doesn’t actually sound like the worst thing in the world.

“Fine, let’s go,” you concede, letting out a sigh.

There’s so much you could say about what has just taken place, but one thing you can state with confidence is that you do feel better. Hyuck had made you forget about Mark, if only for a short while before he started shit talking his friend- but, his words of slander hadn’t actually made you mad or sad or upset- they’d actually kind of had the opposite effect.

Life will go on after Mark Lee, and Hyuck’s made you realize that.

In fact, maybe your life after Mark will go on with Hyuck. 

Maybe it was always meant to be this way. 

You’re too tired to think about these big ideas in detail tonight, not after everything that’s just happened. Instead, you allow yourself to live in the moment, allow your roommate to take care of you the way he always has.

For now, this is more than enough. 

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🔮 preview. “So perfect,” Hyuck tells you, reaching his hands up to cup your breasts.  Before he can dive in, however, you press the ice pack to his face again and he winces below you. A scowl forms, and he glares into your eyes. “Maybe I don’t like it when you take care of me.”

cw/ tw. Unprotected sex, thigh riding, multiple reader orgasms, dirty talk, praise, claim kink, boob worship, big dick Hyuck, sex in on the living room couch, physical altercation between new boy and ex, overstim, holding off an orgasm, cumming together, light spanking, etc… I pet names: (hers) gorgeous, babe .

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“Dude,” Jeno sighs, staring at the man sitting on his couch. “You did not-”

“Except that I did,” Hyuck smirks. “You should be happy for me.”

“Is that what you’re going to say to Mark after you tell him you fucked his ex?” Renjun asks, narrowing his eyes at their naughtiest friend. 

“Actually,” Hyuck sighs, leaning back against the couch, “I think we shouldn’t tell Mark, not yet at least.”

“So now you’re making us all culpable in your bullshit,” Renjun groans loudly, rolling his eyes. 

Hyuck gaze shifts from the angry aries to Jaemin, who’s yet to say anything since Hyuck’s big reveal. “You’re cool with this, aren’t you?”

“I mean…” Jaemin cocks his head to the side, “you have wanted to be with her for years-” 

“See, Jaemin gets it!” Hyuck grins, eyes turning to his part time gym buddy next. “And Jeno? You understand where I’m coming from, don’t you?”

“Mark is not going to be happy about this,” Jeno frowns.

“And I wasn’t happy when he started dating my roommate crush,” Hyuck states, “or when he broke up with her unexpectedly.”

“Don’t lie,” Renjun scoffs, “we all know you probably celebrated when they ended things.”

“Only a little,” Hyuck confesses, grinning again. “Okay but for real,” his expression turns serious, “guys, I think I love her.”

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[neowonderland]

Bully! Haechan + Breeding

Pairing: Bully Haechan x reader Warnings: 18+, smut, noncon, drugging, babytrapping, breeding Wc: 0.9k

Dark Content, Minor please DNI

Disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction. I do not condone the actions of any characters in this story and the actions do not reflect the idols in any way.

Haechan swears he hates you.

He swears he hates everything about you, from your full cheeks to your lips that you bite in concentration, to your soft voice, to the way you’re such a pushover for others, to the way you stumble over your words when you get nervous. 

Haechan makes it apparent he hates you too, from the way he complains about you to anyone near him to the way he insults you. Haechan complains that you’re too much of a pushover, you’re too weak, you’re too annoying, you’re too pudgy, you’re too ugly. Of course Haechan makes it known that he thinks that way to your face too, always stating that your existence is an inconvenience to him, something that can’t be solved unless you were to fully disappear from this world because even if you transferred universities you’d still exist and inconvenience him.

 You don’t remember much, remembering being dragged to a party by a couple of friends, spotting Haechan with his friend. You’re not sure which one of his friends had been flirting with you and handed you a drink that you had drunk. Maybe that’s when you had started feeling strange, head beginning to get dizzy, body burning up, memory blanking. 

You can’t really remember how you ended up in Haechan’s bed, memories and head spinning as you lie and stare at the ceiling trying to ignore Haechan on top of you.

Haechan feels cold, his ice cold hands running across the expanse of your stomach and body, squeezing and groping at your flesh. It would feel nice against your flushed skin if it wasn’t Haechan. But, your heavy limbs and fuzzy head made it hard to fight back against his touches, leaving you pliant in Haechan’s hands. 

“You’re such a slut, going to that party and flirting with Jaemin. Do you not get fucked enough? Is that why you went for my friend?” Haechan says mockingly.

You try to shake your head to no avail, leaving you to only stare at him. 

Haechan lets out a laugh, hand gripping your cheeks and forcing you to nod, “That’s the correct answer. You’re lucky I’m great at doing charity. You know how many people would kill to be in your position?”

Haechan moves to run his tongue against your nipples, tongue laving over your sensitive skin before harshly sucking. Haechan works to mark the skin of your chest with red splotches and marks, teeth sinking into your skin alongside his sucking. He only stops to pull his shirt over his head, hands work quickly to take off his clothing and throw them to a corner of the room. 

It’s not until Haechan’s marks run up your neck that Haechan stops, sitting back and proudly admiring his work. His hands reach for his phone halfway before freezing and withdrawing. You can hear him mumble “not this time.” 

Haechan’s hands grip your legs, uncaring of the yelp you let out when he folds you in half. He presses against the back of your thighs with his arm while he lines himself up with your entrance. Haechan teases your entrance and your clit, covering his head with your slick. Alarm bells ring in your head and you try to tell him to stop, to use protection, to do anything but this but everything comes out unintelligible, garbled and slurred. 

The stretch is painful without proper prep and it feels like you’re being divided into two when Haechan enters you. You’re in hell, helpless, burning up and in pain while it looks as if Haechan is in heaven. His eyes flutter shut while he lets out a loud moan. Haechan’s head dips down as he forces his eyes open to drink in your pained facial expression. 

“If I knew your pussy would be so tight, I would’ve fucked you sooner.” Haechan says through gritted teeth as he begins to thrust into you shallowly. You can feel the drag of him in your walls and your body producing more slick, easing his thrusts. Whatever you had drunk seemed to be wearing off, allowing your fingers to dig into your palm to ground yourself. 

“Look how wet you are, so ready for me. I knew you were a slut, getting off on me.” Haechan says as he increases his pace. You can feel him putting his weight on you, crushing you between him and the bed. You can feel the head of his length bashing against your cervix, his drooling tip crushing it in every thrust. 

“Fuck I’m going to cum, going to breed you, going to knock you up. You’re going to be full of my cum and my kid. You’re going to look so much better round with my kid. You’ll be all mine. Everyone will know you’re mine. You won’t even think of leaving me.” Haechan babbles, shifting his weight completely on you.

It’s not until tears begin dripping down your face that Haechan cums with a shiver and whine, filling you up. Haechan moves your legs out of the way, collapsing onto you and burying his head into your neck. 

It’s not until he rises and flips you on your stomach that you realize he wasn’t just babbling, that you’re in for a long night.

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[he115re]

Crule

Kind of in the same realm as the mark one but it's heachan. Heachan brainrot mayhaps? Yet another blurb cuz yes. I'm definitely not also doing something else for all the dreamies Nuh uh

MDNI!!,masturbation, exhibitionism, mean heachan, teasing, cock warming, unprotected penetration

Another drabble

Heachan is also the type to make you watch him jerk off. But maybe he's more cruel about it. He laughs when you rub your thighs together. Mocks you when you beg him to just fuck you. He wants to see you crying for his cock, not a single hand laid on you, just from the mere sight. He wants you as desperate as he is. Just wants you a dumb, crying, begging mess before he finally gives you what you want.

But even then he's still gonna toy with you making you say exactly what you want. And he will do the opposite just to push you even more. Or maybe he'll do what you want but with a twist.

"Please~" you hiccup as he sits over you throbbing dick in his hand as he watches you touch yourself "please what hun?~" he says in a sickeningly sweet tone, he knows exactly what you want. As you reach out for his hand to show him he moves it away "ah ah ah use your words" he teases now sitting back on his heels. Hands still held up "hyuck please just touch me.. Just-just do whatever you want just touch me please" you say in an embarrassingly desperate tone.

"You sure about that?" He asks in a warning tone as he places a hand on your hip. You nod frantically already lost from just having his hand on you "please please please-" your ramble gets cut off short as he covers your mouth "your funeral" he snickers out aligning himself with your entrance. Sheathing himself in with one painfully slow thrust. You close you're eyes at the stretch placing your hand atop the one on your mouth.

After a few minutes of adjusting you tap his hand to signal for him to move. You feel him moving a bit on the bed and then all movement stops. You tap his hand again, maybe he didn't feel it that time. Yet again he doesn't move. You move his hand from your mouth opening both your eyes and mouth. But as you go to speak your words get stuck in your throat. You're met with the most shit eating grin. "H-heachan you can move now" you say knowing his answer. He knows exactly what he's doing "oh I know" he says nodding his head "but you said I could do what I want... And I'm already touching you so you did get what you wanted"

"Now if you don't mind" he says sitting back on his knees again bringing your hips along with him. The slightly fricction making you squirm"I have some anime to catch up on, Mark really wanted me to watch this one" he says picking up his discarded phone. Now you're starting to regret your words.

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[citysweet]

一 stressed out hae

♡ twt prn link tw (?)

♡ 163 wc

inspired by this (twt prn link!)

haechan who's had such a stressful day, he desperately needed some way to let out his frustration. and what better way than to have his pretty girl under him, his aching cock pressed against her cunt? all the more with a vibrator pushed down onto his length.

you can feel the faint vibration from under him, the underside of his cock grinding against your swollen, sensitive clit. with your legs pushed up near your ears, loud moans and the smell of nasty sex fills the room.

his cock twitches against you while your tight hole clenches around nothing. he throws his head back and presses the vibrator down onto his tip, bringing him to the edge.

his cum covers your pussy, and the feeling alone is enough to make you reach your own high. he pulls away after you cum, watching your body shake. but he wastes no time plunging right into your tight, wet cunt to stuff you nice and full <3

© citysweet 10:59pm 102823

一 little sum for pookie bae hyuck <3

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[yutasbellybuttonpiercing]

*･ﾟi won't go anywhere, it'll be alright ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ

𖥔‧₊˚ ⊹you're in the palm of my hand, it'll be alright ⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚

☾₊ ⊹ my arms are wrapped around you, it'll be alright ₊ ⊹ ⟡

lovemaking || 442 words || lee donghyuck

! possessiveness, praise and dacryphilia !

"i got you..." donghyuck whispers into your ear, pressing your body into the soft sheets of your hotel room. hands that were previously holding onto your waist now stroking up your body and grabbing your hands with gentle force as donghyuck's hips sink into yours, the lovely tunes surrounding you almost bringing you to tears.

"so perfect for me..." he mumbles, sighing breathlessly at the way you're wrapped around him, squeezing him as if pulling him deeper inside. "for me, and all for me..."

he is in love with you, undeniably and unconditionally in love with you, constantly craving your touch and attention, and he feels the desperate need to show you, to prove it to you, to make sure you know he is the only man for you. and he does, his hips stuttering into yours, length dragging deliciously along your walls to hit your sweet spot over and over again, milking the sweetest sounds from your throat.

donghyuck knows exactly how to touch you, the countless times you've spend rolling and sprawling in the sheets together, he knows your body like his own, fingers teasing every single spot, every mound and every crevice he knows will send you to heaven.

"you're mine... mine and only mine, and i want you to feel it, baby," donghyuck grunts softly, "i want you to cry for me... show me how much this means to you."

and as tears drip down your cheeks at the sheer depths of pleasure, the overwhelming warmth of his body on yours and the sweet tearing in your chest of pure love and emotions, donghyuck kisses you so passionately you lose a bit of yourself within the silky sheets.

his eye contact is intense but comforting nonetheless as his body rocks into yours, pace quickening as his hands grab your wrists and your waist once again, bodies colliding faster and faster, sweat dripping, moans echoing through the room that reeks of love and sex.

the friction reaches new highs, donghyuck is deeper than anyone was ever before, his lips nibbling at your neck as your eyes roll into the back of your skill, back arching into his thrusts, chest meeting his, your heart whining for his touch, wanting more, more, more –

until, with deep groans and desperate moans, the merged sweet nectar of lovemaking drips into the white fabric beneath you as you release at the same time, heartbeat resonating in your ears, your breathing so hard it almost tears your lungs, but once you share a new kiss, so sweet and almost too innocent for the depths of pleasure you just explored, you know that this is forever.

a/n: 30 seconds into haechan's weverse live and this little thingy basically wrote itself!

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[n-eoct]

LES . . . HAECHAN ☆ !

ㅤ≀ㅤ ֺ۪ ⭒ ݂ in which haechan doesn’t realize how much his rings effect you until he has you creaming around his ring adorned fingers

☰ warnings . . . fingering (f receiving) / use of ‘girl’ / use of ‘princess’ / reader is mentioned to be wearing a dress / haechan thibks he is some sorta genius / squirting / takes place in a car / mention of haechan feeling himself up (idk dude) / overstimulation (impliedish) / vulgar language / haechan is down bad bro / if i missed anything lmk!

≀ㅤ ֺ۪ ⭒ ݂ this goes without saying, MDNI. not rlly proof read its kinda shitty idk. enjoy

rings were a day to day accessory for haechan, various silver bands with intricate to almost no design scattered across his fingers. often times his hands felt bare without them, and it was such a common thing for him that he never thought much of it. that was until you of course, cocking an eyebrow every time he caught you staring at his hands. at first he thought you just happened to zone out while looking at his hands, brushing it off as nothing.

slowly but surely he began to pick up on your staring habit, sometimes your eyes would linger but others you’d look away at the speed of light. haechan began testing out little theories without your knowledge, some days opting to not wear his rings to see how you’d react. you still looked, but it was almost as if you were checking to see if he had it on. it was almost laughable, haechan just wasn’t sure if you knew he’d caught you or you didn’t care that he caught you.

haechan couldn’t help but want to dig into this a little deeper, from letting his hand stay a little longer on your thigh to subtly posting pictures of his hands to his instagram story. he just wanted to catch you slip, even once. yet, his efforts were futile because you never did. at this point it would have been easier for him to just ask you, but that’d ruin any type of fun haechan could have with this. the sun boy decided to just go for it, one last test to see if his suspicions were all correct.

haechan asked you to go out on a drive, resting his hand on your thigh the entire time and occasionally drawing imaginary circles against your bare skin. it was almost perfect, a little too perfect. the cool breeze of that night, the way your dress was bunched up a little higher from sitting, and the cold silver rings snug on his fingers. haechan slowly began creeping his hand up higher, little by little till he could feel the fabric of your panties. fingers ghosting over your clothed cunt that was a barrier between you and what he wanted. he took the liberty to park the car in some empty parking lot, turning his body towards you. “let me have you princess” he whispered, eyes locked to yours while pressing a digit against your pussy. once he got the green light, he began taking off his rings one by one until you stopped him.

tilting his head to the side as your hand gripped his wrist, shaking your head in a “no” manner. haechans theory was proven correct in that moment, although he was already well aware of this a while ago. fighting the urge to let that smug smirk spread across his face, haechan watched as you released your grip on him. twisting the band of your panties, helping you out of them and watching as they slid down to your ankles. “you drive me insane.” haechan practically moaned, digits finding their way back to your now bare cunt. collecting your juices on the pads of his finger tips, haechan took his time. he slid his fingers between your folds, toyed at your clit, teased your entrance. he knew this was just as much of torture for you as it was for him.

once haechan felt you were prepped enough, he slid one finger in and he swore he went to heaven in that moment. the look on your face brought him nothing but ecstasy, eyes rolling back at the mix of warm and cold. haechans ministrations were perfectly calculated, at a rhythm that could bring anyone to the brink of an orgasm. the car was filled with nothing but your whines, his groans at how amazing you felt, and the loud squelch of your cunt. if this wasn’t paradise on earth, he wasn’t sure what was. he took the liberty to slide another finger in, stretching you out one digit at a time.

“fuck.” was all he could say in that moment, watching the way your cunt swallowed his fingers in. your juices coated his fingers, sticking to the various metal bands. his pace picked up, seeing the way you were attempting to close your legs. he knew you were ready to cum, but haechan had no plan of stopping to begin with. this feeling was addictive to say the least, using his free hand to palm at his cock that was confined beneath his jeans. “c’mon princess, cum for me.” he practically begged, watching as you came undone. this sight was his favorite to say the least, your eyes rolling back as sweat stuck to your skin. your nails dug into his arm, crescent marks already imprinting onto his skin.

haechan chuckled when you cried out about how it was ‘too much’ and that you were ‘too sensitive’. haechan kept working to coax another orgasm out of you, and then another. he watched your thighs shake, trembling because of him. could anyone stop when a sight like this was in front of them? his pretty girl falling apart from his fingers alone? truth be told, he was also looking for something else. haechan was set on seeing you make a mess, ruin his car seats beyond belief. haechan’s tempo never skipped nor did it fumble once, hitting that one spot that brought you to tears every single time.

“go ahead doll, make a mess f’me.” and so you did, you fell apart like a fragile vase that toppled over. your juices were all over his car seat, dripping down to the car matt. your body shook with sobs, incoherent words falling from your lips. haechan had no idea his rings would do this to you, not realizing the actual weight of the situation until this exact second. he rubbed at your thighs, whispering sweet nothings to calm you down. “you did so good”, “atta girl”, “thats my girl” all spilled from his lips as he worked through calming you down, never once taking his eyes off you.

hell, he thought, maybe i really won’t ever stop wearing these rings.

@meanau @lisired hey 😁

#nct smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #lee donghyuck smut #haechan smut #haechan x reader smut #lee donghyuck x reader smut #nct x reader smut #nct 127 x reader smut #nct dream x reader smut #donghyuck x reader smut

[goldyeokki]

𝟏𝟎 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 𝑰 𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼: 𝑩𝑶𝑵𝑼𝑺

꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: hyuck and his lip ring; multiple orgasms; overstimulation; oral (reader receiving)

꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 465 words

꒰ 💬 ꒱ 𝐇𝐔𝐀'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. i'm still not ready to say goodbye to the fic just yet so here i am with a mini socmed bonus for all of you lovely people and to celebrate 500 notes on the first installation (ㅅ´ ˘ `) here's a little sneak peek of mc and hyuckie's adventures as a couple after the events of the story ଘ꒰⑅ ´ ˘ ` ⑅ ꒱♡ the edit of hyuck with his lip ring was made by me! pls do not steal thank u!!

everything feels hot and dizzying all at once. from hyuck’s tongue massaging your tight walls and his cool lip ring bumping near your rim to his firm hands gently caressing your plush thighs, you’re left gasping for air as you brace yourself against the headboard. it’s difficult to keep your eyes on him when every gentle nudge of his nose against your clit makes your head spin.

“hyuckie . . .” you whine behind your hand clamped down on your mouth. his dark brows furrow and he smacks his open palm flat against the curve of your ass. a sharp jolt of both pain and pleasure sends a shockwave straight to your core, clenching down around him as you force both of your hands against the headboard. it’s a warning to not hide your moans from him—he absolutely loves it when you’re loud for him and he makes sure to remind you every chance he gets. “hyuck, i don’t wanna– fuck, lemme cum on your cock, fuck–!”

you don’t know if it’s the gloss of your juices on his glasses or your brain hazing from your past three orgasms but his eyes are glinting maliciously in the honeyed light that illuminates your room.

before you can register anything, your back is flat against the bed and hyuck is still on top, but he’s maintaining his favourite position: between your legs. your head tips back as he slides two digits in easily. the mix of hot and cold of his body heat and the rings he’s wearing effortlessly pull a long drag of his name, your walls tightening around him so dangerously.

“baby, baby,” he tuts, shaking his head. you whine and look back at him through a barely blurry vision from the tears that threaten to form. “i’m only just starting my fun with you. let’s get you to . . . hm, six orgasms!”

“hyuck!” your cry, while it is in half-protest at the prospect of more, it’s also thanks to him pressing his thumb against your throbbing clit. “please, just– give me your cock, i need you so bad.”

his tongue swipes across his plump lips, silver lip ring shining in your essence. his glasses are evidently stained with dried-up residue of your cum, juices, and more, but he still doesn’t take them off. you doubt he’s going to remove his glasses any time soon.

“i’ll never get tired of hearing you beg, baby,” he groans. hyuck leans forward to give you a soft kiss, easing a third finger into you and you moan into him. curling his fingers into a gentle hook, he starts fucking his digits into you faster, angling his wrist higher so he can brush against the spot that’ll have you seeing stars. “beg for me some more? y’sound so fucking pretty when you do.”

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[alyselenai]

Red Hot - Teaser

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✶ pairing(s): haechan x reader

✶ warnings: smut, not well written

✶ wc: 250

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He has me on my hands and knees; his thrusts are slow but hard...deep. The feeling leaves me panting with soft mewls breaking loose, but I sense he craves more. I feel his palm bearing down in between my shoulder blades with my body easily submitting to his demands yet he’s still not satisfied. He gently travels his fingers up towards my nape only to drive my face into the sheets. The feeling is somehow suffocating and intoxicating all at once. His hips begin gaining momentum...faster and faster...until they’re slamming into my ass so hard that I’m sure I can feel bruises forming. Heat begins forcing its way through my body, from my face to where we connect.  Hot tears build up within the corners of my eyes until they’re flowing down my face, taking my mascara with them. I’m vaguely aware of my muffled screams but his pace won’t let me focus on anything that isn’t him for more than a few seconds. Although I can’t see him from this position, I can picture his image clearly in my mind. His hair damp with sweat and beginning to drip down his neck and temples. The muscles of his lean figure tense with exertion while his voice carries out low groans melodically. 

“Why are you crying?” 

The tone he uses is callous which causes intense shivers of pleasure to course through my veins. 

“You asked for this cock, didn’t you? Begged to feel it deep inside you.” 

a/n: I was kind of experimenting/improving on some of my older writing. It's kind of my first attempt at something nsfw. I have more of this that I'm in the process of editing, but I just wanted to see if anyone would actually enjoy it. I'm also not sure whether it should be a haechan or jeonghan fic so let me know.

#haechan #haechan smut #haechan x reader #haechan x reader smut #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #nct 127 x reader #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #donghyuck x reader #donghyuck smut #kpop smut #kpop x reader #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan smut

[nctluhv]

Haechan x fem!reader (ft Nomin as Haechan’s best friends)

Warnings// stepcest, noncon, unprotected sex, reader is a BITCH, nomin are pervy, haechan fucks some sense into reader, humiliation of reader by being recorded, video shown to others

Don’t like it, don’t read. You are responsible for reading any further!!

Not proofread

Haechan knew what he wanted, and that was you. It frustrated him every time he would overhear you talking about another guy.

But something else that really frustrated him was the way you treated him. All of those times where you shot a dirty look his way, all of the shit talking you did to your friends, all of the insults that came out of your mouth. All it did was frustrate him.

Anytime his friends would come over they would only dwell in how hot you were and the slutty clothes you wore around them and specially them… short shorts and a tank top that showed so much cleavage it was surprising you’ve never had a nip slip before.

Haechan hates to think about how many times hes has his hand wrapped around his hard cock thinking of you. But he knew it was wrong. For fucks sake, you’re his stepsister. However, it was justified to an extent. I mean you guys have known each other for a while, but not as stepsiblings but as classmates. You have a history of strong hate for each other.

“You don’t realize how lucky you are to have a girl like that living in the same house as you Haechan”

The words slipped from his friends mouth. His friends name was Jaemin. Na Jaemin. The amount of times he’s checked out your boobs is uncountable. He’s also a huge perv and never fails to make comments on your appearance when talking about you.

Jeno nods his head in agreement.

The “He’s right Hae, the only thing she needs is an attitude change. She’s seriously the bitchiest girl I’ve ever met. Out of everyone who’s been inside of her.. none of them have had a good enough dick to shut her up??”

Jeno spews.

“You guys are fucking gross, shes my fucking stepsister.”

Haechan acts disgusted but it’s all he ever thinks about. His tongue lapping your clit while his hands cover your mouth so that you don’t disturb the neighbors.

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Jeno and Jaemin are well gone and have been for a few hours. You sit in your room on your phone scrolling through tiktok. You soon get out of your bed to stroll down to the kitchen for a glass of water.

Of course when you get there you see Haechan sitting on the couch, doing the same thing you just were. He looks up at you and you sarcastically wave back at his blank stare.

“I don’t appreciate the way you act y/n. You walk around acting like you’re the shit when all you do is let yourself get used by the desperate man whores that walk around this small area.”

You look up at him with a look of complete and utter shock. How could he talk to you like that? Who does he think he is?

“Who the hell are you talking to like that?”

The words come out of your mouth as he rises from his spot on the couch. He walks fast towards you and you feel your heart start to sink. He never does anything about your attitude so what is this all of a suddenness??

Haechan soon makes his way into the kitchen. He wraps his hand around your throat and squeezes slightly.

“This attitude better fucking come to an end or ill end it myself”

You soon push him off of you and he gives a look of disbelief. How dare you put your hands on him??

“Thats it y/n”

Before you even get a chance to open your mouth, he pulls you by your arm into his room. He checks the time.

12:17 AM

Haechan pushes you onto his bed and starts to unbuckle his belt. You’re confused. What the hell is going on??

“You better stay the fuck quiet y/n. Better not hear a single word slip out of your mouth.”

All confusion leaves your body as soon as he uses his belt to wrap your hands in. He’s using it as a restraint… and a good one at that.

He soon pulls out his phone and hits record in one hand as he’s ripping your spandex-like shorts off with the other. You whine and kick and cry out as he strips you naked. The phone makes it a million times worse.

“Say hi to jaemin and jeno !”

You hide your face as Haechan gets more frustrated. You feel a burn tingle in your cheek. He just slapped you. What has gotten into him??

Right as you’re thinking about how to stop him, he pulls his hard dick out of his pants and aligns it with your sopping pussy.

With no warning he pushes in and you scream out.

“Tears running down your pretty face makes me more horny baby”

You cry out more. How could he do this to you?

Haechan thrusts harder while still recording.

#haechan x reader #tw//noncon #stepbro!haechan #haechan x fem!reader #trying something new lol #nct dream x you #haechan x you #haechan x reader smut

[neonacity]

BLOOD RED | CH.3 | HAECHAN X READER

Summary: You’re a forensic psychiatrist assigned to one of the country’s high-profile criminals. You want to unravel him, but he’s set on catching you in his web instead.

Characters: Haechan, Reader, Jungwoo, Johnny

Warnings: crimes, blood, weapons, toxic dynamics, psychological themes, personality disorder, mental health disorder, dissociative identity disorder, smut (fingering, F receiving). Please, please, please, do not interact if you are a minor.

This work is not meant to romanticize any personality disorders or toxic dynamics. Also, I am not a trained psychologist or medical professional so there might be inconsistencies on some of the scientific things here. Most medical references mentioned, however, are based on the book “The Minds of Billy Milligan” which is based on a true story. This is a work of fiction and I am not implying any likeness between the characterization here of the boys to their real life counterparts. I also reserve the rights to all my work—I do not post anywhere else other than tumblr.

CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2

The bitterness of the last few drops of coffee spread on your tongue like poison. You looked at the flimsy paper cup with a frown—as if it was its fault you'd downed the rest of its contents—before crumpling and throwing it to the bin beside you. Your eyes were heavy and yet your mind was in overdrive—as if you weren't running on two hours of sleep today, just like how you were yesterday and many nights before that.

You can remember the first time the nightmares started coming.

The feeling was similar to being slowly being undone, as if your seams are on the verge of falling apart any moment. You couldn't understand the cause of it...

It was two weeks ago when things slowly started turning for the worse. You couldn't remember the last time you've had such vivid dreams before, but you knew—the moment you woke up with pure fear sitting at the back of your throat that night—that what you had was out of the norm. Frustratingly, you couldn't remember much of your nightmare the moment you opened your eyes, but you could tell from the way your heart thundered in your chest and the cold sweat that soaked you that some switch has been flipped inside of you. You remember voices, but not their words, and a part of your fear-fogged brain could still draw up silhouettes that were too hazy for you to make out. For the next few days the nightmares would come and go, leaving you shaking in fear from something you don't even know every single time.

Or maybe you do. You're just too afraid to admit what it is.

The sudden sharp knock from your door made you almost jump from your seat. Your surprise must have been so obvious, because the moment you turned around, you caught the look of obvious worry on Jungwoo's face. Clearing your throat, you decided to quickly gloss over your reaction before he could even have the chance to point it out.

"Hey. What are you still doing here?"

Your friend strolled inside and gave you a look that made you shift your eyes away from him. He stopped just beside your table while you tried to busy yourself in fixing the messy folders cluttering your desk.

"I could ask you the same thing. You've been pulling so many long hours lately."

"I'm just taking care of a couple of things."

"Is the 'couple of things' the Lee kid's case?"

You hate the way your hand froze in the middle of picking up something. It was a quick slip, but it was enough to catchJungwoo's sharp, observant gaze. Pointedly, you pushed through the roughness in your throat and tried to divert the conversation to safer grounds.

"I'm fine. This is the first time I've ever handled a case like this so I'm just a little bit more fixated than usual. You have to understand, I don't even know if I'll ever come across someone like him again."

Jungwoo gave you a look that told you he wasn't buying any of what you were saying.

"That's bullshit and you know it. Have you taken a look at yourself lately?" He paused, his jaw ticking as if he was stopping himself from saying something he shouldn't. You couldn't bear to look at him, knowing exactly where the conversation was going.

"This case is consuming you. He is consuming you. I'm worried that this is becoming an obsession."

You tried to push back the bitter taste at the back of your mouth. Your stomach had turned into knots and for a second, you actually thought you were slipping from reality. Jungwoo put into words what you couldn't—and what you refused to acknowledge—but hearing it straight from him felt like an actual punch in the gut. You barely realized you have been shaking in your seat until you felt the warmth of his hands covering yours.

"You need to stop…"

"I can't."

"Why?" He frowned, concern evident in his voice. His hold on you tightened when he felt your hands tremble more in his grip.

"I don't know," your voice finally caught as you looked at him helplessly. "Jungwoo, I've tried. I tried stopping, believe me, but I can't. He is everywhere, even in my sleep. I don't know what's happening to me and I'm terrified. I can't get rid of him. It's like… he's inside me."

The punctuated silence that followed after your confession was almost physically painful. Jungwoo took a while before he spoke again, his steady on you as if he's trying to dig through whatever it is that was festering inside your head. The dead air in the room became unbearable, and it's only until you've started feeling the dull pain of your blunt nails digging against your palms that he decided to reply again.

"We're taking you off the case. I'm calling the headquarters right now."

Your head shot up so fast as he started pulling away from you. Quickly, you scrambled for his hands again as if they were your lifeline.

"What—W-Wait, Jungwoo, please. You can't do that."

"I can and I will. I can't just stand around watching you like this. I don't know what the hell that boy is doing to you, but I'm not letting him lay another finger on you."

"Okay. I understand. Y-You can call them. But can you do it tomorrow? It's late. I can—I can give my own supporting testimonial if they want to. But—let's just do it tomorrow, okay? Please?"

The fear and desperation in your chest was almost making you gag. The still rational part of your mind was trying to connect the dots to understand why you are acting this way, but the choking feeling consuming you was overriding any sort of logic left in you. You knew Jungwoo was right. You probably look like an addict being threatened off his source of heroin right now, but you didn't care. All you know is that cutting lines from that boy would make you drown more in whatever murky mess you're swimming in at the moment.

What the hell are you doing?

The voice in your head reflected the same look of confusion that Jungwoo gave you. You honestly have no idea why you blurted that or what you were even trying to do, but you've gotten to a point where you've let your impulses finally take over. Despite yourself, you were able to gather the little control you have and gave the man a convincing look. You squeezed his hand, your eyes determined but pleading.

"Please, Jungwoo?"

A shadow of something passed his gaze. You couldn't exactly point out what it was, but you were relieved that you sound like your old self again. He also probably noticed, because he gave you a small nod after a few more beats of silence.

"First thing tomorrow… okay?"

"Yes… I promise."

"Good. You should go home and take a re—"

"Wait," you tugged at his hand to gently cut him off. His brows slightly shot up at the action, surprised by it.

"Can I sleep in your house tonight?"

His lips parted in confusion.

"What?"

"I've been jittery because I've been losing sleep. I've tried everything. I think having someone with me will help me relax better. Calm down my anxiety…"

"Don't you have… someone who can help you out? That man you went out with?"

"He's nice, but he's a stranger. I would feel more comfortable with my best friend," you said, almost way too smoothly. "Please, Woo? Just like the old times…?"

You saw the way his jaw tightened again as you trailed off. The strange shadow in his eyes flickered once more, except this time, you have half an idea of what could be behind them. After a long pause, he finally sighed and looked away as he ran his hands through his hair.

"Fine. That will be easier for us to call the headquarters tomorrow. Come on. I think you still have a few things in my apartment.”

Your smile didn't betray the erratic beating of your heart. You squeezed his hand before finally letting it go.

"Thank you. I owe you one."

*******

You have no idea what time it is when you finally decided to crack your eyes open. The room was pitch black, so it took your vision a couple of seconds to make out the glow-in-the-dark hands of the clock nailed to the wall. 2:55 AM. If luck's on your side, you can pull off this stupid plan of yours without setting off something.

Carefully, you moved your head to the side without rustling the covers around you too much. You couldn't really see Jungwoo's face, but you made sure to closely listen to the sounds of his breathing to check if he is already deep in sleep. For a good ten seconds you just watched him, making sure that he really is out, before you slowly started peeling the duvet off of you so you could get up from the bed. You winced in discomfort the moment your bare feet touched the cool marble floor of the room, but you decided to push on and forego slippers to mask your steps. Your heartbeat was drumming so hard against your ribcage that you almost feared Jungwoo could hear it, but that didn't stop you from feeling your way out of the room in the dark. You had to thank your muscle memory, because you were able to navigate to the door without hitting anything or tripping over yourself.

The stiffness that has climbed up to your neck has lifted a little when you finally managed to step into the hallway. Allowing yourself a soft sigh of relief, you didn't waste any time after to go to the small study that Jungwoo uses as his home office. If there's one thing about your friend that you are a hundred percent sure of, it's that he is a big sucker for organizing things. So if you're going to be snooping around his files, you're sure you will all find them in one place and one place only.

You weren't disappointed when you finally managed to crack open the door at the end of the hallway. Not wanting to risk it by opening a light, you moved quickly towards the table where a laptop is and quickly tried to revive its screen. It was passport protected as you expected, but the light from it now bathed the pile of folders filed neatly beside it. You quickly grabbed for them with shaking hands and opened them one by one to check their contents.

You were on the verge of giving up when your hands finally froze and hovered over the last file. Slowly, you read the words typed on the first page under the blue light of the screen.

If you're going to be honest, you don't exactly know what you are trying to look for. Your gut feel tells you that there is something and that you are close, but your disappointment grew by the second as you realized that all the folders you went through are the same ones that have already been given to you. Could it really be possible that you're simply paranoid? Was Jungwoo correct after all about this case affecting you so much that you are slowly losing grip in reality?

Case 04532

Status: Unclosed

Year: 2018.  

File Record: Alias, The Apothecarist

You frowned at the lines of text in confusion. Your first thought was that Jungwoo might just have misplaced the folder and placed it in the pile of Haechan’s records, but you knew for a fact that he is not assigned to any other case at the moment. Slowly, you turned to the other pages, hoping that something there might give you a clue about what exactly you’re looking at.

A minute of fast skimming gave you a quick review of the case. From the year 2015 to 2018, a serial offender given the alias of The Apothecarist supposedly committed no less than 50 crimes across the city and its closest neighboring areas. The person’s signature offense was through poisoning, supposedly using a combination of lead, arsenic, and still unknown herbal blends to kill their targets. However, other unverified crimes were also connected to the suspect, with the police believing that the person’s mastery in mixing chemicals also extended their talents to creating bombs and other explosives. In 2018, after a particularly large fire that injured dozens and killed many, all the crimes came to a sudden halt. To this day, no leads about the serial offender have ever been found.

Your mind slowly processed the information as your eyes continued to skim over the pages. Nothing still makes sense to you, not until your gaze landed on the list of dates the crimes were supposedly done. You paused. 2018… Four years ago. Slowly, things started moving in your head as a cold feeling made its way up your spine.

Four years ago, Haechan was eighteen years old… The same age Donghyuck supposedly started with his crimes.

It felt like time started moving slowly for you afterwards. Your frozen fingers went back a couple of pages so you could read again the list of crimes that happened during the three year period. Large scale poisoning… Arson. Bombing to the point of total incineration. All victims died without blood mainly because nothing much was left of them in the first place. Even the poisoning cases could have been easily disguised as a random heart attack.

"Do you like blood?"

"I'm not particularly against it."

"Is that why you committed three arson cases, four bombings, and ten mass cyanide crimes across the city?"

"Princess, none of those drew any blood, but if you're asking that question to confirm my love for violence, then yes, I did them all."

Your head was reeling. A dull ringing has already started at the back of your head when you pulled Haechan's file and went straight to the page that lists his own crimes. When you focused on the dates, it felt like you finally closed your fingers on the missing piece that you've been desperately trying to fumble for in the dark.

The years are different, but each and every recorded attack that Donghyuck confessed to happened on the same date that The Apothecarist did theirs. Even the nature of the crime was almost similar—like a well-made replica of another maestro's work. When your gaze landed on the date of the first crime ever recorded under Donghyuck's name, you swore you stopped breathing.

It was exactly a month after The Apothecarist's last and biggest crime… also done on the same day and almost in the same manner. The pattern says it all. It was a continuation of an unfinished work, a struggling effort to keep an obra maestra from entirely dying. 

Donghyuck is not the master of Haechan.

Because he's been under the influence of someone else all along.

*******

You tried your best to keep your gait steady as you passed through the heavy metal gates of the prison. You have no idea whether Jungwoo called the headquarters already to officially take you off the case, but the guards barely even looked your way when you told them that you're here for another interview. In fact, the pair currently flanking the main entrance didn't even miss a beat in getting back to their card game when you told them you wanted the session to be entirely private. Their lack of blatant care told you that it might be Haechan that they escorted today. Or at least… who they thought was Haechan.

He was already waiting by the table when you finally walked in. Turning to look at you, the boy gave you his usual wide smile, before it froze on his face when he saw your expression. For a while, you only stood in silence by the door, watching him quietly. When you finally started slowly walking towards him, he followed you with his gaze, like a predator tracking his prey.

"You did a great job fooling the guards today, Donghyuck."

The slow smirk that replaced his once innocent smile sent pins of cold straight to your bones.

"You're getting better at this too, Princess."

"I've figured you out," your voice came as an almost shaky whisper as you stopped at a distance from where he was still calmly sitting. Something changed in the light of his eyes as you said it, and in that moment, you were sure he knew exactly what you were talking about.

"You did," he said, his tone not giving away whether he is stating a fact or asking a question.

"Everything you've done… You did it for your teacher, didn't you? You weren't just acting out. You were following a legacy. Does Haechan even know about this?"

He didn't answer. He only stared at you, his face devoid of any emotions you could pick apart.

“Were you under his orders? Does he know the police caught you?”

More silence. 

"Are you his successor? Of the Apothecarist?"

His blank facade finally cracked as he curled his lips before giving an empty laugh.

"Am I their successor? Darling, I think we got a little lost in translation there,” he said, his eyes dancing with a light that almost made you physically shiver. “I would give anything for that person to give me as much as a glance. Why do you think I have done all these things?"

You froze. Trying to scramble your brains, your train of thought was easily lost on you as you watched him slowly rise from his seat. He started moving closer with measured steps towards you, his gaze pinning you on the spot. Before you could even stop yourself, your gut instinct took the best of you and made you take a step back to keep him from closing the distance.

"I have done everything to find that person again. You see, people like me and Haechan, we're wrong in the head. We're outcasts. That person was the only one who could have understood us, but they made the stupid decision to stop. I didn't like that. So I took up their activities, because I thought, maybe if they see me doing it, they'll have no other choice but to crawl out of their hellhole and find me. But no. Even that didn't work no matter how many places and people I ripped apart. It was very, very frustrating."

Your breath caught in your throat when you felt your back hit the cold wall behind you. He was towering over you now, eyes dark and hooded as he slowly and pointedly rested both arms beside your head to cage you in place. Goosebumps rose on the skin of your arms when he spoke softly again, his face close enough that his breath was fanning your skin.

"You said you figured me out. The question now is… What are you going to do about it?"

You didn't know how you managed to answer, not when he slowly lowered his head to run his nose gently over the curve of your cheek. His lips ghosted over the shell of your ear after, causing your eyes to flutter shut. Your knees have gone weak, but you couldn't really find it in you to push him away.

"Y-You need… to leave," you croaked. He laughed softly as he pressed his lips to the sensitive spot of your neck, a move that finally made your legs give way under your weight. Before you collapsed though, one of his hands caught you by the hip and pressed you against the wall harshly to keep you steady.

"You'll make me leave? How are you even going to do that, hm?"

You were fighting for air. You pressed your hands against his chest now, though that didn't stop him from trailing his hand on your hip to the hem of your skirt. You gasped as his knuckles grazed against the skin of your thigh.

"What are you—"

"Answer. Or I'll turn you around right now and fuck you against the wall."

Your voice died in your throat. You knew he wasn't kidding, not when he slipped his fingers under your clothes and started slowly rubbing circles inside your thigh. Every now and then, he would stop the gentle movements to bury his blunt nails against the soft skin there to leave half crescent marks on your skin. You were absolutely wrecked, breathing heavily as you became painfully aware of the wetness and heat that has now gathered in the apex of your thighs.

"Answer… Now."

"M-Merge. You need to merge. With H-Haechan."

Your reply made him momentarily pause. It was quick though, his movements soon enough resuming to leave burning tracks on your skin.

"Merging… That's very... novel. I've read studies of it. Multiple personalities are merged and fused together with the core personality to make a single entity," he said casually in an almost thoughtful voice that was a complete contrast to the way his hand started inching closer and closer to your core. Both your hands dropped to his wrist, trying to stop him.

"So you're thinking you can merge me with Haechan… Make us into one person so that I can be held back, is that it?" His voice was brimming with amusement now as he smiled down on you. You gave a dry sob, absolutely hating the way your body was screaming for him to touch you where you needed him. You didn't even bother to answer as you painfully became aware of how his fingers suddenly stopped moving a pitying few inches from your dripping core. For a moment, none of you talked and moved. The only sounds in the room were that of your heavy breathing and the ticking hands of the clock on the wall. When he spoke again, his soft words were like the crack of a whip that shattered the tension that shrouded you both. 

"Do you cum from thoughts of me, noona?"

Your head shot up at him, stunned by the question.

"Wha—"

You broke off into a scream before you even managed to push the word out as he suddenly moved his hand and plunged two fingers inside of you. He moved so fast in pushing your soaked underwear to the side and burying himself to the hilt that the only thing you managed to do was to grip at his shoulders as a mixture of stretch and slight pain overcame your body in waves. He was quick enough to cover your lips with his other free hand, the action softening your voice into muffled groans against his palm.

"Shhh… Keep quiet now. You wouldn't want the guards to come running here and see me knuckle-deep in you, right? Or maybe that's your thing?" He laughed softly, his voice sweet and gentle. It was an ironic contradiction to the way he pumped his fingers deep inside of you, fast, deep, and unforgiving. He didn’t even let you adjust, instead starting a pace that made you shake against him. Unable to answer, you shook your head vehemently as tears started pricking your eyes.

"Fuck, you're such a dirty slut. Can you hear yourself? You're soaking wet. You're even spreading your legs for me."

"I know you dream of me. Don't even try to deny it," he whispered against your temple as you struggled to keep yourself up. Without warning, he pushed another finger inside of you, so deep this time that it hit that spot that always made your vision turn white. The sensation made you actually scream again behind his hand, a reaction he ultimately caught as he smirked at you.

The realization hit you like a truck when he said those words. Looking down in panic, you caught yourself trying to spread yourself wider for him as your thighs continued to tremble. You watched as his fingers disappeared inside of you again and again, massaging your walls that were desperately trying to suck him in. A broken groan left your throat as you felt yourself tighten against him, desperate for more. When he resumed his pace and went deeper, you clung to him harder, nails digging against the fabric of his shirt.

"Oh… So it's this, huh? Your special spot. Look at you trembling. Are you close? Are you going to cum with just my fingers?"

All sense and reason have left you at this point. Tears have started spilling down your cheeks, but all you could care about was the way he continued to drive himself deeper inside you again and again, right where you need him. Your legs were in pain, and you threw your head back against the wall as the beginnings of the tight knot in the pit of your stomach started to unravel. Donghyuck pressed his lips against the column of your throat and nipped your skin in between murmuring words that your foggy mind could barely understand anymore.

Come on.

Give in.

Beautiful.

Stop fighting me.

"Cum."

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he made one last thrust and buried his fingers against the spot inside of you. Vision turning white, the pressure inside you finally broke and sent waves and waves of electric pleasure through your veins. You could hear everything and nothing, your mind temporarily blanking out to block everything but your high. Just as you were at the crest of your orgasm, you heard him whisper words against your cheek as he gently kissed you there.

"Perfect… You're so perfect."

"Too bad you can never be her."

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A/N: Well... that was a ride. This is the second to the last chapter. Enjoy! 

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ghost house

🌙 starring. Lee Donghyuck x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. You stand up, going to inspect the out-of-place panties lying next to your hamper. When you bend down, you see a translucent sort of outline, and it’s not your own spunk marring the fabric. It’s undoubtedly ghost cum, which is the oddest thing to realize- and you’re pretty sure it’s fresh. Your skin tingles at the notion. Somewhere in this house, Hyuck is coming down from a recent orgasm that he’d clearly achieved by using your panties. You’re a witch, but this is sinful, even for you.

tw/cw. Voyeurism, unprotected sex with a ghost, Hyuck is a repressed perv, he’s not a virgin but he’s not experienced either, pantie sniffer Hyuck, Hyuck watching y/n masturbate using ghost powers, Hyuck using y/n’s panties to cum in, weird ghost cum, Hyuck is a switch but leans more submissive at parts, self asphyxiation/choking, y/n punishes Hyuck for being a naughty ghostie, making Hyuck watch her masturbate without touching himself, fingering, oral (f receiving), pussy drunk/addict hyuck, overstimulation, hair pulling, hyuck cums and y/n decides to keep riding him, hyuck likes to be choked, dirty talk, hyuck has a good boy kink, praise kink, degradation/humiliation, finger sucking, face riding, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, etc… I pet names: (hers) princess. (Haechan’s) ghostie, baby.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 8.3k

🍭 aus. ghost!hyuck, witch!reader, supernatural au, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I've never written Hyuck this subby/switchy, but I think it worked, he still has his dom moments, but this man is a near virgin, little, repressed for 20 years ghost shit head who wants to be told he's a good boy, and I'm not even mad about it

Prologue:

“It’s a little unusual for prospective tenants to bring a pet along,” the shy man showing you the house murmurs, watching the way your cat follows you through the halls of the old building.

“Well, it’s important that Pluto likes it here,” you muse, casting your gaze down to your little dark shadow as he darts here and there, chasing orbs and specks of dust that illuminate in the rays of sun streaming through the murky windows. “How long has it been since you had a renter?”

“Too long,” Mark Lee sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “In all honesty, I’m sure you know the reputation this place has.”

“It’s the Ghost House,” you respond, turning to stare at the relative of a man who’d lost his life in this location twenty or so years ago. 

“My family hasn’t even tried to rent it out in recent years, but then you found me on Facebook and asked for a showing, I figured, what could it hurt?”

“I guess you don’t believe that this place is haunted?” you inquire, studying the tired, mundane man while Pluto curls around your feet.

“I haven’t spent enough time here to decide what I think,” Mark admits. “My family needs income, and if you’re willing to rent this place out, for half of what you could find anywhere else, we’d love for you to take it. Ghosts, or no ghosts.”

“I’m betting on the ghost aspect,” you tease, looking down at Pluto and following his gaze to a shadowy form at the end of the hall. “I’ll take it.”

One

You’ve been in your new Ghost House for over a month, and in that time, Hyuck has realized you’re no ordinary tenant.

It had started with the way your cat reacted to him, following him around, not scared in the slightest. And then, Hyuck had noticed the way you’d tracked your black cat Pluto with your own eyes, using the animal to try to focus in on Hyuck himself.

At first, he’d thought you were some sort of clairvoyant or wanna-be ghost hunter, but then, you’d pulled out a Grimoire and a cauldron and Hyuck had realized you were more along the lines of a witch. 

When you’d first moved in, Hyuck had relished the idea of haunting you out of the house, but now he finds himself to be the one that’s haunted.

He can’t get a moment's peace without your cat following him all over the place, and where your cat goes, you quickly follow. Hyuck has taken to going to the attic, where the door can’t be pushed open by a determined kitty. He fucking hates the attic.

He’s sitting amidst some cobwebs, contemplating how badly he’d fucked up in life to get to this situation, when the attic door creaks on its hinges.

Your head pops through the hole. Your gaze shifts around, and Hyuck could swear your irises look exceptionally feline-esque when they land on him. “Why are you hiding?”

You can’t actually be talking to him. You can’t actually be seeing him- it shouldn’t be possible, and yet, here it is, happening.

“Come now, Donghyuck, are you skulking?”

“Fuck off,” he mutters.

“Is that any way to speak to a witch who’s here to help you?” you laugh.

You’d definitely heard him, and the realization makes a cold shiver run up his spine. Hyuck stands up, approaching you. He waits for you to flinch or pull away, but you don’t, you simply watch him until he’s a few feet away.

“How are you seeing me right now?” he asks.

“I’ve been testing out spells with personal objects of yours that I’ve stumbled upon in the house, nothing works quite like a photo, I’ve found,” you explain. “It’s good to finally see you. I’d hoped to meet you properly within the first week, but it’s been a whole month now of us living together, which feels awfully rude of me.”

“What’s rude is your stupid cat following me around everywhere.” When Hyuck takes a peek down the attic entry manhole, he finds your feline friend at the foot of the ladder, looking up at him with inquisitive eyes.

“Pluto is just doing his job, he was raised to see spirits. The Roman God of the Dead is his namesake after all.”

“The Roman God of the Dead?” Hyuck’s nose scrunches up in distaste. He flunked grade twelve, not that Roman deities were on the learning agenda.

“Forget about it, would you like to come down and talk with me for a while? Now that I can see you and communicate, I think we should have a chat.” You study him carefully. “Although, I will note that until I find a better spell, I’ll only be able to see you like this until your photo stops burning, which could be ten minutes or twenty.”

The pathological demand avoidance in Hyuck makes him want to refuse you, but at the same time, he hasn’t spoken to anyone in over twenty years, not since that night when everything had gone so wrong- 

It helps that you’re a cute girl.

With a sigh, Hyuck agrees, following you down to the living room where he finds a makeshift alter, his picture in the center of it, its edges charred. The space smells like some sort of incense, Hyuck can’t pin it, and for the first time in twenty years, Hyuck actually feels something akin to fear.

As the Ghost of the House, Hyuck has always been the one with the power. He’s been the one who scared off the first few tenants with knocks late at night, phone calls in the early hours, and even wearing a sheet to scare off the children young enough to be susceptible to seeing him.

But in this situation, sitting on the nicest chair in the room, your cat lounging on your lap, Hyuck realizes that the power of a ghost is no match to that of a witch. You look like a Goddess, or a queen- energy radiating off of you now that you’re near your alter, and it makes Hyuck’s skin tingle.

“So?” Hyuck asks after sitting in uncomfortable silence for what felt like ages.

“So?” you echo, quirking a brow.

“Why are you here?” he clarifies with a huff of frustration. “Why are you trying so hard to communicate with me?”

“I’m mostly here because the rent is less than half of what I could get anywhere else, and it’s a whole house, so that felt like a no-brainer in this economy,” you laugh. “Although, seeing as you’ve been dead for over twenty years, I’m not going to give you a lesson on rent increase and the cost of living in this day and age. As a witch, I thought this would be a very interesting house to live in, and I’ve been trying to communicate with you, because the way I see it, you’re practically my roommate. We share this house, and I’d like for things to go smoothly.”

“Smoothly,” Hyuck lets out a laugh.

“If you’d rather I exhume your remains and send you to Hell, that can be arranged too.” 

Hyuck feels his throat go dry. 

“That’s what I thought,” you grin. “So what do you say, roommates?”

“Fine. But I’m tired of the attic.”

“You put yourself there,” you point out.

“Look, you be nice to me, I be nice to you,” Hyuck suggests. “Fair?”

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Ghost boy.”

Two 

Living with you actually isn’t so bad. Hyuck’s gotten used to Pluto following him around, but you generally keep to yourself, and he appreciates that trait.

Sure, you get up to witch mojo, and the house smells like all sorts of herbs and shit half the time, but Hyuck has taken to living mostly in the room that used to be his own. He prefers the south-facing space to the dark attic, and although life is boring most of the time, it’s still better than whatever afterlife Hyuck could expect as a man who accidentally took his own life at the ripe age of twenty-three.

Sometimes he likes to come see what you’re up to. He’s taken to watching you cook breakfast and dinner for yourself. You play music he’s never heard before, and the way you shake your hips always has his heart racing.

Pluto notifies you of his presence, but without an alter burning, he’s pretty sure you can only see his outline at best. You clearly don’t mind an audience, and Hyuck spends hours every week simply enjoying you.

It’s interesting to have a roommate that acknowledges him, a roommate that keeps the peace. But at the same time, part of Hyuck misses his old poltergeist ways.

You’ve reformed him. He’s a reformed ghost now, and Hyuck isn’t quite sure what to make of this peaceful living arrangement. It’s much more peaceful than things had been when he’d been alive.

He’d never had a girlfriend. Never had someone to create a sense of belonging, and somehow, he finds that much-needed peace with you. He wonders what life could have been like if he hadn’t taken those drugs that fateful night, if he hadn’t been so lonely that it hurt everywhere, if he hadn’t tried to dull the ache with pills.

“Come on, Donghyuck,” your voice draws him out of his pining thoughts, and you turn from the soup you’re making to stare in his general direction. “I can see your outline, dance with me. You always just stand there and stare, be a good Ghostie Boy, and shake your ass a little.”

Your words make Hyuck’s skin heat. He’s a ghost for Christ's sake, you can't go around objectifying him like this-

“Just a lil swivel,” you grin, showing him with your own hips.

Fuck. You’re hot. You’re so fucking hot, and Hyuck is tired of pretending you’re not. 

He begins to shimmy, and he’s rewarded by a melodic giggle that escapes you and fills the kitchen. “That’s it,” you encourage him. “I know you’re not used to this kind of music, but it’s fun!”

Hyuck has to admit that he’s been enjoying the crash course in new media you’ve been giving him. From music to movies to books he haphazardly reads over your shoulders- this new age is something else, and it’s full of uncensored raunchy sex that makes him hornier than he’d ever been when he was alive.

The music you’re listening to is full of explicit lyrics, lyrics about eating pussy, and a pretty girl riding a man’s face- it’s been driving him wild, and in the late night hours, when you’re peacefully asleep one room over, Hyuck hasn’t been able to help himself.

He’s been stroking himself to the thought of you lately. He’s wondered what you’d taste like, what your body would feel like under his hands- He wonders what faces you’d make, the sounds-

This life is a little bit of Heaven, but a little bit of Hell too. 

He can’t touch you, can’t taste you, can’t fuck you the way he’s been wanting to-

Leave it to him to fall in love with a sexy witch and add to his own torment. 

Three 

Hyuck can hear your whimpers through the wall. The sound makes his entire body tingle, and before he can stop himself, he’s shrugging his jeans down and wrapping his hand around his aching cock.

Your sex drive hasn’t been as… intense as his, in fact, he’s not sure if you’ve ever touched yourself since you moved in. Or maybe, you’ve just been quiet, it’s hard to tell.

When you’re in your room, Hyuck gives you privacy. Pluto would probably alert you to his presence if he ever did try to get a look at you naked, and Hyuck doesn’t want to risk your witchy wrath.

But tonight? Fuck, hearing your sounds makes him want to risk everything.

Going to Hell would be worth it for a look at your form.

The ghost shuffles closer to the wall, taking deep breaths as he strokes his aching cock. 

One peak won’t hurt, will it?

Hyuck doesn’t often walk through walls or make use of his ghostly powers, but it’s simple enough for him to push his head through the wall. He just goes as far as his face, keeping himself half-suspended in the barrier between rooms.

Your space is dark aside from a few candles burning, and it takes Hyuck a moment for his eyes to adjust. His gaze lands on you, tangled amidst your bedsheets.

You’re naked, head dipped back against the pillows, one hand between your thighs while the other pinches at your nipples.

Fuck, Hyuck almost busts then and there. He has to stop the motions on his cock, taking a deep breath to steady himself.

Pluto is nowhere to be seen, and with your eyes closed, the room mostly dark, Hyuck doubts you’d see his outline even if you did look directly at the one space along your wall that he’s watching from.

This is the perfect scenario for him, and he licks his lips as he watches the way you tease your clit, letting out soft whimpers.

You’re wet, Hyuck can see how wet you are, and it makes his mouth water with need. His cock throbs as he begins to slowly stroke it again, teasing his thumb along the tip.

The way you’re pinching at your nipples is making the ghost want to mark you up with his teeth. He wants to bury his face in your chest and lick you, sucking your perky-looking buds until you’re begging for him-

A movement of your other hand captures his attention, and Hyuck watches as you slide one finger into your core, releasing a moan that has his entire body shaking.

One digit quickly becomes two, and as you stroke your inner walls, the sound of your wet heat becomes audible to the fly on the wall, who pumps his shaft even harder. 

Your hips begin to wiggle against your own touch, and Hyuck wonders how good you’d look on top of him, writhing against his cock-

You release your breast in favor of playing with your clit, both hands now between your beautiful thighs. From the sounds escaping you, Hyuck thinks you’re close, and his entire body aches. He tries to slow himself down, he wants to match your speed, wants to reach that climax with you-

Something brushes by Hyuck’s leg and he jumps, tearing himself out of your room to look down at the cat who’s appeared by his foot. “Fuck, not now, Pluto,” he hisses.

Pluto purs in response, and with an exasperated sigh, Hyuck decides to ignore your cat. Fuck it, he needs to cum, and he needs to be watching you cum-

Pushing his face back into your room, Hyuck manages to catch you just in time to see your back arch. A soft gasp of contentment leaves your lips, your hands shaking as your orgasm rushes over you-

Hyuck can’t help himself, his own body simply reacts, his cock throbbing intensely as his own release hits him. He bites down on his lip, pumping his shaft with his eyes glued to your form.

You ride out your orgasms together, and yet, apart. 

You’re a scary witch, but you’re none the wiser about the ghost voyeur committing every one of your movements to memory. 

Finally, Hyuck can’t take the sensation anymore, and he stops, pulling his head out of your room. He’s no stranger to ghost cum, it’s this odd, translucent goo-

When he looks down after pulling up his pants, Hyuck realizes he’s sprayed the wall, and narrowly missed Pluto, but the cat is looking at his spunk as if he can see it-

Hyuck’s never had an animal in the house before. He knows that usually, his ghost jizz disappears after a while, but if the cat were to try to touch it-

“Pluto, no!” Hyuck whispers, trying to block the animal with his hands.

The cat has brushed by Hyuck before, so Hyuck’s pretty sure the cat won’t go through his hands-

Instead, Pluto tries to go around Hyuck’s hands, and the ghost’s heart lurches in his cold chest.

“Fuck, stop!” he says, voice getting louder. 

The cat meows obnoxiously, and Hyuck hears a sound in your room-

Hyuck doesn’t have time for this, he’s not about to get caught one room over after you’ve just orgasmed. The ghost does the only thing he can think of doing, he jumps down to the ground to hide behind the bed. 

Luckily, Pluto seems more interested in him than his ghost cum on the wall, and begins to follow. The bedroom door is pushed open, drawing Pluto’s attention from following Hyuck.

“Pluto?” you call. “What are you doing in here?”

Hyuck can feel his heart in his throat, and he cowers further under the bed, afraid that if you see any of his shadowy figure, you’ll exorcize him or something. 

There’s a few moments of tight tension, and then Pluto pads away from Hyuck to join you at the door.

“Silly kitty,” you coo, picking up your pet. “Let’s go make you some dinner.”

The door closes behind you and Hyuck lets out a deep breath.

That had been much too close for him.

Four 

It’s been about a week since Hyuck watched you finger fuck yourself to completion, and he’s doing his best to avoid you. He gets a half-chub every time he looks at you for Christ’s sake, and while part of him feels justified in his voyeurism - he is a ghost after all - another part of him feels dirty about it. 

Hyuck feels like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders every time you leave the house, and today, he watches you get into your car and drive off before he heads to your room. He’s been curious about a few things, but you hardly ever leave the property, so he hasn’t had the time and the balls to follow his wishes until now.

Your bedroom door is closed, and it’s as easy as stepping through it for Hyuck to invade your space.

He tries to calm himself, tries to take his time looking at items you’ve collected. There’s a stack of books that thrum with power, he stays away from them. Jewels and crystals litter a vanity table also covered in various perfume bottles, and Hyuck bends down to smell one, overcome by the scent of florals that always follows you through the house. Lastly, Hyuck goes over to the laundry hamper. 

The ghost is overjoyed by what greets him. Sitting on top of a pile of sweaters, is a lacy thong. Hyuck sinks to his knees, bending over the hamper and bringing his nose as close to the panties as possible. He takes a deep breath, eyes closing as the scent overwhelms him: this is so much better than florals.

Now he really feels dirty, but there’s something so freeing in it. He’s a dirty little ghostie, and Hyuck is beginning to revel in it. 

He’s been a spirit for so many years, and he’s gotten adept at poltergeist-type activity. Sure, he’s usually only ever used it to throw books around, or open cupboards, or… you know, wear bedsheets to scare the shit out of the kids who show up and trespass around Halloween, but… grabbing a pair of panties shouldn’t be that hard. 

With a shaky hand, Hyuck reaches into the hamper. He focuses his energy to his fingertips, and after a deep breath, when he touches your panties, he can feel the lace. Hyuck lifts the fabric out of the hamper, collapsing onto his knees next to it and shimmying his pants down.

Then, he wraps his panty-clad hand around his cock, throwing his head back to let out a sigh of relief. There’s something so sexy about jacking off using your underwear as friction- there’s a small, juicy spot along the fabric, and Hyuck’s majorly tempted to lick at it, but he feels like that’s a line he shouldn’t cross. 

Instead, he pumps his cock harder, letting out soft whimpers. Hyuck’s head lolls forward again, chin tucked down to his chest. His eyes open so he can stare at your cute panties as he strokes himself off with them, and the sight alone has his dick twitching. 

Hyuck grits his teeth, his abdominal muscles flexing with effort. He can’t help but rut toward his hand now, and each stroke of your lacey thong against his aching cock has him closer and closer-

There’s a sound downstairs, and it makes Hyuck’s heart leap in his chest. You’re home again already?

He tightens his grip on his length, determined to cum before he gets caught. He can’t stop now, not when he’s so close to a much-needed release- 

As the sound of you coming up the stairs limits his time more and more, the idea of getting caught actually adds to Hyuck’s pleasure. Before he knows what he’s doing, one of Hyuck’s hands is raising to his throat. He throws his head back, applying just a bit of pressure- it’s enough to have him grunting, the cord in his stomach snapping as his orgasm takes over.

Waves of pleasure wash through his entire body, his grip tightening on his throat and making it all the more intense. He can feel his spunk shooting onto your panties, which he holds over his tip as he pumps his aching cock, getting out every last drop-

He can hear you humming as you come down the hall, and in Hyuck’s post-orgasmic haze, he doesn’t have time to think. He simply drops your panties on the floor and stumbles to his feet, stepping through the wall just as your door opens.

He collapses again in the other room, pulling up his pants and trying to catch his breath.

Five 

It had been a quick run to get cat food for Pluto, and when you arrive back at your room, you hardly even notice that something is out of place. First, you open your blinds, peaking out at the evening setting sun. Then you go to sit on your bed to take off your socks, as you’re about to toss them to your hamper, you notice something on the floor.

It’s a pair of your lacy panties, and you’re a hundred percent sure they hadn’t been on the floor when you’d left.

With your bedroom door closed, Pluto couldn’t have gotten into your things, which leaves one culprit.

Hyuck.

You’ve suspected the ghost has had a growing crush on you for a while, after all, he is a man who’s been alone in this house for years, but this is your first real evidence of it.

You stand up, going to inspect the out-of-place panties lying next to your hamper. When you bend down, you see a translucent sort of outline, and it’s not your own spunk marring the fabric.

It’s undoubtedly ghost cum, which is the oddest thing to realize- and you’re pretty sure it’s fresh.

Your skin tingles at the notion. Somewhere in this house, Hyuck is coming down from a recent orgasm that he’d clearly achieved by using your panties.

You’re a witch, but this is sinful, even for you.

For a moment, you simply stare at your panties, and then, you decide to do something about it. Going to your Grimoire, you open to a page bookmarked by multiple photos. They’re pictures of Hyuck that you’d found in the attic. You’d saved them for a rainy day when you’d need to contact him with a full-body apparition again, and it looks like today is the day.

Grabbing the largest one, you take the photo and your Grimoire down to the alter in the living room. While you have an alter of sorts in your bedroom, the one powered by the direct sun on your table by the south-facing window is the most appropriate for something like this.

You make quick work of a spell to bind the ghost to the waking world, and with a last few sprinkles of spices and some dried herbs, you place the photo in the center, using a lighter along the bottom edge.

“Hyuck?” you call, turning toward the room. “Come out, come out, wherever you are!”

You hear someone whisper, “Fuck,” and you turn to see Hyuck scampering toward the staircase. 

“Are you seriously going to make me chase you?”

“Don’t exorcize me!” he screams, taking the stairs two at a time.

His words make you laugh. “I have a different type of exercise planned,” you retort, but it doesn’t do anything to slow him down. “Seriously, Hyuck, calm down!”

You make it to the second level, and you know where he’s snuck into. He may have closed the door quietly, but you’ve lived with the ghost long enough to know which room he’s staked a claim over.

Taking an amused breath, you knock gently. “Hyuck,” you sing-song, “I’m not mad. Just let me in.”

“You’re gonna exorcize me.”

You sigh again. “Hyuck, open this door, right now.”

You hate to use your dommy-mommy voice on him, but he’s trying your patience, and you only have as long as it takes for his photo to burn, which, due to your magic, probably gives you about half an hour, give or take.

“If you do not open this door, I will open it for you, and your punishment will be worse,” you warn him.

A moment later, the door creaks open ajar, and you push it the rest of the way.

“I’m sorry,” Hyuck tells you, standing there with his shoulders hunched.

“For what?” you enquire, leaning on the frame and crossing your arms over your chest.

“For running.”

“And?” you prompt.

“For uh…” you watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows thickly, bowing his head, “for uh… using your panties.” 

“Using them how?” You’re kind of enjoying watching him like this. He might have his own weird kinks, but this might just be one of your own.

“Well, you know…” his skin is turning pink.

“I don’t know. I want you to tell me what you did with them. Don’t leave out a single detail you bad ghost boy.”

Hyuck’s gaze lifts to meet yours, but he’s quick to look away again. “Well, I mean, I was just looking at them at first.”

“At first. And then what?”

“Well, I just wanted to touch them.”

“Liar,” you scoff. “I bet you wrapped them around your cock and jerked off with them, didn’t you?”

Hyuck’s ears have turned pink now, and when his hands go in front of his body, you realize he’s trying to hide a half-chub that’s growing in his pants.

The little freak is into this.

God, he’s endearing. 

“Admit it,” you instruct. “If you admit it, I’ll go easy on you.”

Hyuck takes a breath. “Yes, I used your panties to cum.”

You study the ghost.

“Good boy,” you say finally. His eyes lift to meet yours, his lips parting. “Come to my room.”

You don’t wait for him to respond, you simply turn and expect him to follow. When you get to your room, you collapse onto the bed. 

“Close the door,” you instruct next. “Be a good boy and light my candles for me too.” 

As he begins to follow through with your commands, you stretch, letting out a sigh from the feeling of your tight muscles. Then, you lift off your shirt, tossing it at Hyuck while his back is to you, his fingers fumbling with a lighter.

Hyuck freezes, then turns to look at you.

“Have you watched me before, dirty ghostie?” you ask, going to remove your pants next.

The way he swallows tells you everything you need to know.

“Well, you are a bad, naughty, dirty, little ghostie, aren’t you, Hyuck?” you grin, tossing your jeans at him.

Laying in your bra and panties, you watch him finish lighting your candles, then he comes to stand at the foot of the bed, clearly waiting on instruction. He’s trying to cover the front of his pants again, and it makes you laugh.

“Move your hands,” you tell him. “You know, honestly, I’m a little surprised at how easy it was for you to get hard again. You came, what? Ten minutes ago? Fifteen?”

He’s so bashful he can hardly answer, and it’s an adorable sight.

“Here are the rules,” you say, “I’m going to make myself cum. After that, I’ll let you make me cum. And if you can get through all of that teasing without touching yourself, if you can prove to me you’re a good ghostie who can follow instructions, I’ll fuck you. How does that sound?”

Hyuck’s gaze watches your hand slip between your thighs, your legs opening wider, and he unconsciously licks his lips. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay… mistress?”

You laugh at his attempt to please you. “I was looking for a thank you.”

“Right, yeah, thank you, I can follow instructions,” he fumbles to correct himself. 

“Then be a good boy and put your hands behind yourself. I don’t want you touching anything. Don’t want you covering anything either, got it?” Your words come out breathy as you begin to stroke your core through your panties. “I especially don’t want to see your hands all shaky, that’s just embarrassing, ghost boy.”

Why are you enjoying this so much? Why are you enjoying the degradation of a man who died over twenty years ago?

From Hyuck’s reactions it’s clear he’s never been spoken to like this. Sure, domination and submission were things back in the day, but there must be something about your specific 2020’s brand of degradation- 

Hyuck slots his hands behind his back, letting out a deep breath.

“Good boy,” you coo, pushing your panties to the side so you can touch your pussy directly. Teasing him like this has already made you extremely wet, and it’s easy for you to glide your digits up and down your soaked slit, drawing soft circles on your clit.

“Can you see from there, ghost boy?” you sigh, spreading your legs even wider.

“Yes, ma’am.” 

“I don’t like Mistress or Ma’am,” you admit.

“I’m sorry.”

If you got him to call you Goddess you’d risk hubris, so instead, you tell him, “Call me princess.”

You’d considered ‘Angel’ as a term of endearment, but with the deities you pay tribute to, even that had felt like a step too far. No, Princess works- You feel like a royal girlie who’s having fun with a servant boy, abusing the power you hold over him, for mutual benefit. 

“Okay, princess,” Hyuck breathes, and you can tell from his reaction that he enjoys the feeling of the word on his tongue. 

You like the sound of it coming from him too, and you throw your head back, getting more comfortable against the pillows. You tease one of your fingers into your wet hole, stroking your sensitive inner walls. 

Hyuck lets out a shaky gasp, and you grin to yourself, keeping your eyes closed so you can enjoy the sensation. Although that doesn’t stop you from saying in a sing-song voice, “You better not be touching yourself, ghost boy.”

“I’m not, princess, I promise.” 

“Good ghostie,” you coo slipping another finger into your pussy. You open your eyes to look at him. His gaze is fixed on your core, and he’s got his bottom lip pinned between his teeth. “Is it a nice view?”

“The best view in the whole world,” Hyuck breathes, almost panting.

“Should I make myself cum so you can finally touch me?” 

“Fuck, yes please, fuck, yes-” Hyuck’s eyes meet yours, and you see the desperation, it’s practically throbbing off of him in waves. “Please, princess, I wanna watch you cum.”

“You’re being such a good ghostie for me,” you muse, pulling your fingers from your core and holding them out for him, “Come here, have a taste.”

Hyuck falls onto his knees on the foot of your mattress, grabbing your hand with both of his and drawing your digits to his mouth. He sucks on them, his eyes fixed on yours as his tongue licks and strokes your skin, cleaning up every drop of your juices.

“Now back to your spot,” you prompt, pulling your hand away. “The moment I cum, you can join.”

You watch him swallow thickly, and while he doesn’t talk back, Hyuck is clearly reluctant to get back to his feet, standing at the edge of the bed and watching you.

His hands go behind his back, and when he’s in proper form, you slowly slip your panties down your legs. Then, you throw them directly at him. They land on his shoulder, and Hyuck turns to look at them, breathing deeply.

He’s rock hard in his pants now, and the sight turns you on as you bring both hands to your core. You begin to finger yourself while you rub tight circles on your clit, your toes curling at the sensation. 

“Hyuck,” you whimper, arching your back, building the pressure deep in the pit of your abdomen. 

“Princess-” he echoes, sounding even more desperate than you are.

You open your eyes, staring directly at Hyuck as you work yourself closer and closer-

“I’m gonna cum,” you tell him. “Fuck, I’m almost there, almost there, baby-”

Hyuck releases a moan at the new pet name, and you can see him twitching. He’s doing his best to follow your instruction about not moving until you’ve cum, but you can see it’s getting harder and harder-

You let out a gasp, your orgasm slamming into you, and that’s when Hyuck finally pounces.

He wastes no time jumping onto the bed, burying his face between your legs while his hands grab at the flesh of your thighs, fingers digging into your skin. His mouth devours your core as your orgasm surges through you, and each lick and suck has you crying out, muscles tensing as Hyuck intensifies your high.

Your fingers thread in his hair, and he groans when you tug on him, unrelenting in his task of eating you through your orgasm. The ghost is eating you like a man who’s been starved of pussy for twenty years, and you suppose that’s accurate, so can you really hold the whole pantie-sniffing thing against him?

You’re not sure how he does it, but one orgasm that you’d given yourself quickly becomes a second orgasm that Hyuck has coaxed out of you by sucking on your clit, and you gasp loudly as it slams into you, riding the tail end of the first high. 

“Fuck, I’m cumming-” you whimper, thighs tensing around Hyuck’s head-

He simply pushes them apart, tongue diving into your hole to stroke your walls as they spasm around him. Hyuck groans, and the feeling of the vibration on your clit has you whimpering even louder, your grip tightening in his hair. 

“Hyuck-” you moan, pushing at his head, “I’m done, that was two-”

“I want three,” he tells you, taking his mouth from your pussy so he can suck marks along your inner thighs. “Can I have three? I’ve been a good ghostie for you.”

“You can have three when you bury your cock inside of me,” you tell him with a laugh, your body still buzzing in the after-effects of two orgasms that had happened in quick succession.

“I want three now, and four when I’m fucking you stupid, princess.” 

Well, this is a switch-up. 

He’d been so subby before, but one taste of your pussy has him trying to be more dominant? Fuck it, you don’t even mind, the words that have just come out of his mouth are too hot to even handle, so you let out a small, whimpered, “Okay.” 

“Okay, what?” he prompts, teeth grazing your inner thigh.

“Make me cum one more time with your mouth before you fuck me.” 

Hyuck doesn’t waste any time swiping his tongue along your slit again. He flicks at your clit and your thighs shake around his head, your nails dragging softly against his scalp. 

Your hips begin to wiggle, and Hyuck looks up at you, holding out his tongue and staying still so you can grind against him. You toss your head back, closing your eyes as you ride his tongue, using him for your own pleasure.

Hyuck groans, tilting forward just enough for his nose to bump your clit, and your muscles clench at the stimulus. You’re sensitive after two orgasms, but fuck, Hyuck feels so good.

“I just want you to fuck me,” you confess, relaxing back against the bed again while Hyuck takes the cue to begin to lick your pussy. “Make me cum so you can fuck me.”

Hyuck practically growls in response, his lips suctioning around your clit. Your legs quiver around his head, thighs squishing in on him- this time, instead of pushing you away and spreading you open, Hyuck allows you to practically crush his skull, his fingers digging into your soft flesh.

“Hyuck-” you whimper, body beginning to shake as he focuses all his attention on your clit.

There’s no pushing the ghost away, no crushing his head with your thighs- he’s locked in on his target, and all you can do is take what he’s giving you. 

Your moans fill the space, your back arching as he sucks your clit closer and closer to another high-

Then, out of the blue, one of his hands snakes up to your throat. Hyuck adjusts so he can squeeze your neck, his tongue flicking at your clit, his breath hot against your skin-

The pressure on your throat makes your entire body freeze for a moment, mind short-circuiting- and when you’re able to think again, all you can think about is the pulsing between your thighs as your orgasm crashes into you like a bullet train.

You whimper, the sound obstructed in part by the hand still gripping your throat. Your own hands fly to Hyuck’s wrist, encouraging him to apply even more pressure as you begin to thrash under his touch. Your hips are bucking toward his face, your pussy throbbing like it’s never throbbed before- and there’s not even anything filling you.

Your clit feels amazing, but your poor inner walls have been neglected, you’re aching for something to throb around, aching for an intrusion in your sinfully wet hole-

“Hyuck, please,” you gasp, letting out a shuddery breath when he pulls his mouth from your core, looking up at you. “I need-”

He squeezes your throat tighter, cutting off your words. Then he begins to kiss up your body, finally making it to your lips. He stops just a millimeter away, looking down at you as he releases your neck. It’s as if - even after all of this - he’s asking for permission.

You throw your arms around the back of his throat, tugging him the final distance to your mouth. His tongue clashes against your own, and you can taste your pussy there. Your core throbs, and Hyuck begins to grind down against you, rolling his hips expertly.

“Fuck,” you groan, breaking the kiss so you can shove your hands between your bodies, pushing at his pants. 

Hyuck, meanwhile, begins to mark up your neck in love bites, his fingers slipping under your back so he can unclasp your bra and tear it off.

You’re naked for him now, and you make quick work of his pants, briefs, and shirt. You’re caught in a whirlwind of need, kisses, and touches. Finally, he’s slotting himself between your thighs again. This time, when he grinds against you, his bare cock glides past your clit, and your legs shake, your fingers clawing at him.

“Do it,” you encourage him, gasping as he kisses your throat. One of your hands snakes into his hair, massaging his scalp. “Fuck me.” 

Hyuck reaches between your bodies, grabbing the base of his cock. He begins to tease his head along your pussy lips and you both groan at the feeling. “Princess-” he moans.

“It’s okay,” you assure him. “I’m ready, I can take it. You’ve been such a good ghostie being patient for me and making me cum- it’s your turn. Use me, baby, fill me up.” 

He’s panting against your neck, and he pulls back to look down at you. You can tell there’s hesitancy, but a need too, and when you grab the nape of his neck to draw his lips to yours, you feel his body immediately relax.

He presses the tip of his cock to your tight hole, and as he kisses you, he begins to push into your pussy.

You groan at the feeling of him. For an average-sized man, his cock is no laughing matter. He’s thick, stretching out your inner walls with each inch that sinks into you. 

Your thighs quake around his hips, and Hyuck licks at your tongue, moaning and kissing you until his front is flush with your own.

Only then does he break the kiss, rubbing his forehead against yours. “Princess-”

“I know, baby, it feels good for me too,” you assure him.

He grabs at the pillow next to your head, squeezing it roughly while letting out a shuddery breath.

Your pussy is still throbbing, trying to accommodate his large size, and when he buries his face against your throat, beginning to thrust, your entire body lights up with pleasurable energy.

“Fuck,” you groan, closing your eyes and stroking his shoulders, “Just like that.”

He picks up his pace, fucking you harder and harder until your bed begins to rock against the wall with each rough motion from his hips. 

Hyuck continues his barrage on your throat, licking your sweet spot while you mewl into his ear, holding him tight. One of his hands sneaks up between your bodies, grabbing at your breast. He pinches your nipple between his fingers, rolling it and panting against your skin.

“Hyuck-” you whimper, pussy throbbing around him, earning a deep groan.

“I don’t know if I can hold it,” he admits, pulling away to look down at you with beautiful chocolate eyes.

“Then don’t hold it,” you tell him. “Just don’t assume we’re done when you’re done.”

His gaze darkens, his plump lips parting in a silent question. Instead of saying anything else, you draw him in for a kiss, wrapping your legs tight around his hips. 

The hand that had been on your breast finds your free hand, fingers lacing as he presses you down into the mattress, fucking you even harder.

Each thrust has him hitting perfect spots, and the way he’s rolling your hips adds stimulus to your clit, which throbs with sensitivity.

The throaty moans escaping him are driving you mental, and the way his tongue strokes your own has you dizzy with lust.

Your other hand tangles in his pretty hair, tugging gently, dragging his mouth away from yours so you can begin to speckle his throat with kisses.

Hyuck lets out an absolutely sinful moan, and you realize he’s very sensitive in this area. It makes you want to make it even more, so you begin to suck small purple marks into his flesh while he shakes above you, bicep muscles flinching with effort.

“Keep fucking me,” you remind him. “Want you to cum.” 

Hyuck squeezes your hand, his pace picking up again.

“That’s it, ghost boy,” you coo, licking his throat. “Cum for your princess.”

He lets out a strangled gasp, thrusts faltering. A moment later you can feel his cum filling you up, and it makes you moan, your core throbbing with desperation. You need one more high, and you’re sure he’ll help you get it.

Hyuck rides out his orgasm, and then he collapses on top of you, his lips seeking out your own.

You allow him to kiss you for a while, cock still buried deep inside of you. Then, you begin to stroke his body again, making him shiver.

“Can you roll onto your back for me, ghost boy?” you prompt, looking up into his eyes.

Hyuck is quick to comply, and you can tell from the way his lips part, that he’s not expecting you to mount him as soon as he’s on his back. You put his cock back inside of you before any cum can drip out, and you sit there, staring down at him with your hands on his chest.

“Your recharge time is pretty good, isn’t it, ghost boy?” you tease, gently rolling your hips while he whines, grabbing your thighs from the sensitivity. “I bet I could just kiss you for a few minutes, and you’d be rock hard again in no time.”

“Princess-”

“You want to please me, don’t you, baby?” You trail a finger down his chest, teasing your nails across his abdomen and watching the muscles jump there under your touch.

“Yes,” he admits. 

“And I think we both deserve to cum one more time, don’t you?”

He nods again. 

You lean over him, pretending you’re about to kiss him, as his eyes flutter shut, lips parting in anticipation- you push his face to the side, attacking his neck instead.

“Fuck,” Hyuck groans, grabbing at your hips, squeezing you.

“Such a sensitive neck,” you muse, lips moving to his ear where you lick the shell, enjoying the way he shudders. “I wonder if I just…” you slip one hand up his chest, and Hyuck immediately arches his head, giving you full access to wrap your fingers around his throat. “That’s what I thought.”

Hyuck whimpers below you, hips pushing up, looking for friction-

“Did that make you hard, ghostie?” you laugh, sitting up and looking down at him. “Just a little choking and you’re already good to go again?”

This poor man has been repressed- you’re happy you’re the one who gets to free him. 

You begin to slowly move your hips, and Hyuck lets out a desperate moan, arching his head back even more. You tighten your grip on his throat and he responds by digging his fingers into your hips, urging you to ride him faster.

He looks so good like this.

Then, one of his hands moves, his thumb finding your clit. Your core throbs around him and you both moan loudly. Hyuck opens his eyes, looking up at you. 

“You’re being so good for me,” you tell him, rutting faster on his cock. “Make your princess cum.”

He rubs your clit harder, beginning to buck up to meet you while you ride him. 

Then, Hyuck pushes your hand from his neck, sitting up so he can latch his mouth onto your breast. He holds you close, wrapping his arms around your lower back and moving you on his cock. His teeth skim your nipple and you cry out, threading your hands in his hair and moaning in his ear.

He groans in response. This new angle has your clit rubbing against him, and you ride yourself to an intense completion, your head thrown back when your orgasm rushes over you.

As you cum, Hyuck flips you onto your back, taking over and thrusting into you with newfound energy. Your pussy throbs around him as he fucks you stupid, and when he buries his face against your throat, marking your skin, he cums too.

You can feel him shoot a second load deep inside of you, coating your walls to the point of nearly being too full, but part of you kind of loves it.

You hold him as he fucks you through your highs, listening to his panting and whining.

Finally, he stops, all but collapsing on top of you, lips feverish against your skin.

You pet his hair, trying to catch your breath. 

You’re cognizant of the fact that you don’t have all the time in the world for aftercare, and you’d rather talk with Hyuck now than address a shadow.

“Ghostie?” you whisper.

He releases a grunt. 

“We don’t have much time left,” you say sadly.

He pulls away from your throat, looking down at you. 

“Listen,” you cup his face, “being interested in a ghost the way I’m interested in you has never been something I saw for myself in this life,” you admit. “But, I am interested in you. I only have so many pictures of you that I can use to make you physical like this, but I’m going to find something to make this longer lasting, I promise. Until I do… I’m okay with you sniffing my panties, or watching me masturbate, or anything you want-”

Hyuck cracks a smile at your words, and you find yourself giggling as well.

“So you’re not going to exorcize me?” he jokes.

“Never ever,” you promise.

“You’re going to find a way for us to be together,” the ghost says softly.

“If anyone could find a way, it’s a witch like me,” you assure him, leaning up to press your lips against his.

He kisses you gently, and you get lost in it.

You’re not sure how long you stay lip-locked, but after a while, the feeling of his lips disappears. You open your eyes to find yourself alone, well- you can still see a shadow of him, but his warmth is gone, and the sensation of his kisses too.

You sigh. “I’ll find a way, ghostie,” you promise.

You’d like to think he responded, maybe with a word of encouragement, but there’s no way to know for sure.

Rolling onto your side, you imagine him behind you, close but unable to physically touch.

Leave to a witch to fall in love with a ghost.

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🔮 preview.  Hyuck kisses you, grabbing your face as he does so. You can taste something unsaid on his tongue, but you do your best to ignore it as he pulls you from the sink, turning you around until your bum hits the island table. He lifts you up, setting you onto the old wood, then, he sinks to his knees. You’re wearing a dress, Hyuck loves dresses, they make it easy for him to have access to your pussy. He’s downright kitty obsessed these days, lifting up your skirt just enough to get under it. His lips make contact with your panty clad core and you let out a sigh of relief, leaning back on your palms and letting your head fall backward.

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The answer to your ghost conjuration problem had been shockingly simple. If burning a picture could draw Hyuck to your existence for as long as it was alight, you realized that burning one of his bones would last substantially longer.

Most crematoriums burn bones at 1000 degrees Celsius for two or three hours. At a much lower temperature, using a Bunsen burner set to 300 degrees, you could burn one small fragment for a lot longer. 

The worst part was going to the graveyard across town, with no one but Pluto as company, under the light of the moon in the dead of night to exhume Hyuck’s body. It’s been so long since his death that you weren’t worried about finding anything other than bones in the casket, and with a spell, you didn’t even have to put in the effort to dig- but something about uncovering Hyuck’s supposed ‘final resting place’ just hadn’t sat right with you.

You’d been aware, as you had driven home with a bag full of bones, that you were teetering on the side of a darker shade of magic. But for love, you decided not to care.

The first night you’d lit up a small bone, Hyuck had appeared right behind you, and the two of you had fucked on the floor right next to the altar. 

It’s been three or four months since you began to burn Hyuck’s bones, and your lust for each other hasn’t diminished.

He’s insatiable, and you are too.

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Summary: Haechan loves it when you fight back Pairings: Haechan x reader Warnings: 18+, Dark Content, Noncon Wc: 0.2k

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“Fuck baby, do that harder.” Haechan groans into your neck as he feels your nails rake across his back, leaving angry red lines as your struggle against his body pressed on top of yours.

Haechan bites into the soft skin of your neck, his breath heavy across your sweaty skin. Tears blur your vision while your voice cracks as you ask him to stop, exhausted from screaming at him to stop, screaming that he’s disgusting, screaming that you hate him. You’ve been stuck in your own room for what feels like hours, fighting against Haechan futilely as you glare at him and the ceiling. It feels cathartic, stuck in a claustrophobic jail cell with dimmed lights with no way out until Haechan relents. 

You hope that you being uncooperative would deter him, that Haechan would eventually give up against your fight, that maybe your refusal to submit would make him stop. But in reality it has the opposite effect.

Haechan loves it when you claw at him, bite at him, when you fight him. Haechan loves it when you cry, eyes turning red and puffy, your voice turning shaky. Haechan loves it when you lose your voice from screaming, when your voice turns hoarse, when you scream at him despite the raspiness. 

Because it makes your submission so much sweeter.

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Pairing: CEO!Haechan x fem reader

Genre: smut, fluff, angst

Warning: sex and cursing.

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You just want to crawl in a whole and die.

It seemed as though every tasks given to you ends up in failure because of you. You mistyped a report causing merchandise to not meet the deadline, you some how tripped over your own feet as you were walking to work and dropped your folder with important company information into the sewer, and now you spilt coffee on the one person who constantly gave you chances to stay at the company.

He frowns at the sight in front of him. You’re stagnant, unable to move a muscle. You quickly hang your head down and bow.

“I’m so sorry” you exclaim.

The man sighs, lifting up his tie to see the damage that you cause. A five thousand dollar suit ruined at the snap of a finger. Of course you were tasked to giving him a simple coffee. Of course you weren’t watching where you were going. Of course he had an meeting with important investors in a few hours. You know you screwed up big time. You refuse to lift your head up in fear of seeing the disappointment look on his face.

“In my office now.” the ceo says in a stern booming voice. You quickly walk into his office without a second thought. You hear him following behind you by the loud clicking of his Burberry Oxford shoes.

Once you’re in his office, you stand 3 feet away from his desk with your hands knit together. You head hangs low as you wait for him to grill into you.

The door behind you slams loudly, startling your coworkers outside of the office and you included. Your body tenses up. You begin to stammer, “M-Mr. L-Lee I-“. Before you could finish your sentence, he slams his hand on his desk causing you to flinch.

“Shut your mouth.”

You press your lips together and nod cautiously. Despite your constant fuck ups before you’ve never seen him this angry. He groans as he takes off his suit jacket. You fiddle with your fingers as you impatiently wait for him to speak.

“I keep giving you chances and you constantly show me that I should not do that. Why is that y/n?” He snatches off his tie and throws it onto the floor. You body begins to tremble, “Mr. Lee, I’m sorry! I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. I-“ you finally lift your head to see the man in front of you. His shirt is slightly unbuttoned, his hands are in his pockets, and his head held up high as he looks at you with frustration. This man was the definition of intimidating. But you can’t help but notice how tantalizing he looks.

“Sir, I promise to not-“ He sharply gestures you to zip it and you follow suit. He slowly walks over you, “Didn’t you promise me last time?” Once again you hang your head low in defeat. You did promise him and you broke that promise fairly quickly. “Yes-“

“How am I supposed to trust you?”

You don’t say anything. His body gets closer to yours, you can feel his body heat radiating onto you. “Look at me when I am speaking to you!” He piercingly demands. You raise your head to look at him. His eyes are burning with anger.

“On your knees. Now”

There he is, the man you’re familiar with. The man who leads and commands. The man that gets what he wants when he wants it. You follow his orders while keeping eye contact with him. His groin is inches away from your face. The temptation to yank his pants down and wrap your lips around his length grows stronger by each second. He hasn’t fucked you in a week as a punishment from a minor slip up you’ve had prior. You’d hope this would change that.

He always loved the sight of you on your knees just for him. He unbuckles his pants and mumbles loud enough for you to hear, “To think my own girlfriend constantly tries to sabotage my business”. His pants fall to the floor. Your eyes quickly glances at his growing bulge in his briefs then regain eye contact with him again. “I dont-“ once again your off by your boyfriend grabbing your hair and shoving your face against his bulge.

“Did I say you could speak?” He growls.

You shake your head no as best as you can. You can feel a pool form in between your legs as you get a whiff of him. Without thinking, your licking his budge with glazed eyes. Haechan hums, “You fucking slut- can’t even wait to get me in your mouth”. He watches you lick and suck his the side of his length through his briefs intently.

You want him in your mouth now. You want him in you.

You lift your hands up to pull down his briefs but before you can he grabs both of your wrists. “What do you think you’re doing?” You whine, practically drooling for him. “Haechan-“ He eyes darken, “Say my name properly.”

“Mr. Lee, I want- I need you right now”

He looks at your desperate eyes. Any other day he would give in to all of your desires but not today. Today, you deserved to be punished. “Get on the couch now” he commands. You walk over to the leather couch and lay down. He motions you to rest your head on the arm rest. You do as your told, letting your head hang slightly off of the arm rest and looking up at him. You already know what’s coming. Both of you have done this position before and you love it. You rub your knees together with anticipation to help ease your aching pussy. Haechan pulls his boxers off revealing his girthy cock. He holds it, placing the tip against your lips. It takes everything in you to not suck him off. You stick out your tongue slightly, letting his dick rub against it. He groans in approval, “Good girl”. You let out a moan whilst your hand travels up your dress to sooth your wet pussy. “Open up” you do as your told and take all of him in your mouth. His thrusts are slow and steady, enjoying your wet tongue against his dick. He holds your head with both hands as he starts to move faster. You moan against his dick, the vibration sending him a jolt of pleasure. You rub your clit through your panties, you feel like you’re in cloud nine.

“Dirty little whore, do you like making me angry?” Haechan seethes through his teeth. He positions himself so his dick is deeper in your throat causing you to choke. Tears begin falling down your cheeks. “Do you like causing me problems? Hm?” His thrusting gets more erratic. His balls slap against you with each thrust. Salvia drips down your cheeks into your hair. You love the feeling of his dick hitting that back of your throat. You can only moan more and more as you start to feel yourself edging towards your climax. Haechan watches you rub yourself, making him closer to his high. He lifts his head up and makes one final hard thrust into your mouth, releasing his fluid. He stays in your mouth, watching you choke on his seed and dick like the slut you are. You back arches as you reach your high, moaning loudly. He pulls out of you, proud of what he’s done. You slowly sit up. His cum trickles down your chin. You swallow the remainder in your mouth. You look as mess. Your hair is messy, eyes red and puffy, and your face covered in tears, saliva, and cum.

He loves this sight of you.

You wait patiently for his next command. Hoping for him to bend you over and fuck the life out of you. But he doesn’t to your surprise. He’s already putting his briefs and pants back on. He looks at your dumbfounded expression and chuckles whilst raising an eyebrow, “What? You thought you were going to get fucked?” He buckles his belt then straightens his shirt. His eyes darken, “Not today, sweetheart. I know what you’re trying to do.”

“You’ll get it when you stop with your silly shenanigans.” He cleans off your face delicately. He’s dealt with brats before but not one that is willing to compromise his company. You look at him with puppy eyes. He fixes your hair to match how it looked before you came in, “No.”

“But-“ he kisses you softly. He snakes his arms around your waist causing your bodies to press against each other. “Y/n enough.” You pout again feeling a wave of guilt set in. “I’m sorry Haechanie” your shoulders slump, “I just miss you…” He raises his eyebrows with a smirk, “Enough to run me out of business?“ you don’t say anything but rest your head against his chest, slightly smiling. Of course. When you want something you get it no matter what.

“You know… you could put your shenanigans to use. Now that I think about it…” you look up at him in confusion. He smiles at you with that mischievous grin. He’s up to no good again but what can you say, that’s why you love him

“You know my field has a lot of competition. It would be a shame if a certain someone ran them down like they almost did mine… hmm..” he looks around as if he’s thinking then smiles at you again, “And maybe that certain person could get a reward” You perk up, a reward? You smile at your boyfriend. “Of course, Mr. Lee. I would love to.” He chuckles and pecks your lips, “That’s my girl, now get your ass back to work. Daddy is busy.” He slaps your ass and sends you on your way.

#nct 127 scenarios #nct #haechan x reader #ceo!haechan x reader #nct127 smut #haechan x reader smut #xxfics

[arulay]

First Times ~ Haechan

I wrote this a long time ago so… yeah enjoy :)

genre: smut

summary: where y/n’s boyfriend, Haechan, shows her what it’s like to have an orgasm

Haechan was y/n's first time. Although there was no penetration included.

Just her first time reaching an actual orgasm.

y/n sat between Haechan's legs.

Her legs over the top of his, she was spread wide open.

-

y/n didn't actually want to have sex yet, but she wanted the feeling of some sort of orgasm.

She always heard her friends talking about doing 'it' with their boyfriends. So, she brought it up to her own boyfriend, Haechan. He wasn't sure if she was ready for it, so he started off slow. Both of them being where they are now.

y/n was half naked, only her t-shirt covering her. Haechan being fully clothed.

y/n felt her heart racing, just wanting Haechan to do something, anything, to her.

He kissed at her neck. His hands now sliding down her torso. Caressing her inner thighs with the palms of his hands, rubbing up and down in a slow manner. His right hand getting a bit closer to where she wanted him.

y/n bit her lip, trying to predict what he would do.

His fingertip ran from the bottom of her folds, right to the top, her already being wet,

Until he reached her clit. y/n's chest rose up every time he circled it. Him slightly gaining in speed.

y/n clenched her muscles, trying to handle the feeling she was experiencing. Her clit became more and more sensitive each time Haechan's fingertip massaged it. She was now letting out her moans, not being able to suppress them any longer.

y/n's body arched, a wave of extreme pleasure washed over her. Her eyes squeezing shut, her mouth doing the complete opposite. Haechan still sped up, y/n's head was thrown back over his shoulder. He looked at her face, contorting from his slender fingers on her.

Her legs squirming around. He smirked, loving the sight.y/n knew she needed to push something out, so she did.

A white sticky substance flowed from her hole. Haechan noticed this. His finger slowing down, knowing she reached her climax.

He removed his finger, y/n already wanting it be placed back on her. Her legs struggled to stay still, the pleasure being a lot for her to suddenly handle.

Haechan kissed her forehead. Him reaching for the wet towel he already prepared for her, already wiping her down.

"thankyou" y/n breathlessly let out.

#haechan #nct smut #nct 127 #nct #smut #short story #filth #smutty #NCT #nct fanfic #kpop #kpop smut #haechan x reader #haechan x reader smut #kpopidol

[yutasbellybuttonpiercing]

Foreign Feelings - N.YT

Pairings: Nakamoto Yuta x f!reader (she/her pronouns), Lee Donghyuck/ Haechan x reader, mentioned Lee Donghyuck x Moon Taeil

Word count: 12.001 words (damn...)

AU/Genre: (strangers to) friends to lovers, college!AU, exchange student!AU, smut, fluff, very brief angst, slow burn, humor (hopefully)

Other characters: mentioned Jo Haseul (LOONA)

General warnings: daddy issues, smoking (cigarettes), reader gets nipple piercings (descriptive), yuta has a whole lot of piercings, too many sexual jokes, everyone in this is bisexual, internalized homophobia, Pepero game

Smut warnings: masturbation (f, twice, once wihth Yuta in the same room), dirty talk, mentioned porn, fingering and oral (f receiving), daddy kink (I'm sorry, it slipped), Haechan has a big dick (wbk), making out, nipple play, praising, creampie

Summary: Yuta quickly becomes your best friend, but what if he's more than that? He certainly lights your private parts on fire (in a good way), but the general problems of exchange students stand grandly in the way of you daring to admit your crush to yourself and him. A series of unfortunate events of your typical friends to lovers drama.

A/n: I usually try not to go into detail about the reader's origins, but since it's needed for the plot (kind of), reader is a foreigner studying in Korean, just like Yuta. FYI: "Would you like to eat ramen with me" can be used as general slang to indicate sleeping together. It could be translated with "Netflix and Chill". I'm not an expert tho.

A/n 2: I started writing this a year ago, forgot about it, and then found it again. Yes, this is the fic that inspired the name of this account. Yes, it's a shame that I only finished it now.

Foreigner. Sometimes, you really felt like one.

It’s been about two years since you had moved to Korea to follow up on your studies there instead of your home country. It had been hard in the beginning, but after two years you had grown accustomed to your new home, slowly getting the hang of how things worked. The hardest part must have been learning the language because even though your studies were in English, you had to use a lot of Korean in your daily life. And sometimes, when all of your friends joked around, throwing in puns in Korean that you didn’t understand, you felt like an outsider.

Well, that was until he came.

He, Nakamoto Yuta, is an exchange student from Japan. One day you had been sitting in your Social Economics Class, doodling along on your notepad waiting for the professor to start the lesson, when suddenly a voice had asked if the seat next to you was already occupied.

Your first reaction had been to jump. It had been early in the morning (you can’t remember why you had decided on joining an 8am class that semester) and you hadn’t expected having to talk to anyone beside your friend Haseul who would pick you up for a cigarette break two hours later.

As you had turned your head towards the culprit who almost made you lose your favorite pencil to the steep slope of the lecture hall, already afraid it would be that one creep who seemingly couldn't get the hint that you were not interested in the contents of his pants. Instead, you had been stunned. The stranger had stood there in all his glory, a few strands of his dark brown, wavy hair hanging down to his shoulders as they had loosen from his ponytail, full, plush lips slightly parted as his big brown eyes stared down at you while he awaited an answer.

He was probably the most gorgeous thing you had ever had the honor of laying your eyes upon.

“N-no.” You had hurried to grab your stuff that you had spread over the entire table to make space for him, “please, sit down.”

“Thank you.” He had smiled as he sat down and put his jacket next to himself on another empty seat. You still hadn’t gotten used to his appearance, the way his jawline curved so prettily towards his fully pierced ear, his gentle eyebrows hanging lower as he concentrated on the lecturer in the front preparing his presentation, the perfect curve of his nose complimenting his slender face even in profile. Your eyes followed the roundness of his prominent Adam’s apple, which bopped as he swallowed his own saliva, then down over his sculptured collar bones into the low hanging neckline of his black shirt, granting enough view on his muscular chest to still leave some of it to the imagination, but gave a good idea of what was lying underneath, almost begging to be unwrapped.

He was breathtaking.

“I’m sorry if it’s weird that I’m just sitting down next to you. I’m just new and you looked friendly.”

“Huh?” You had blinked twice as you realized that he was indeed a real person and not just a piece of art to admire – a sculpture curving before your eyes almost sensually – and he must have taken your stares as a question as to why he had to sit down next to you, and not what they really were: you checking him out. Actually, that was still an understatement.

“Oh, no, really, it’s fine. No problem. Can I ask what your name is?” You had tried to start a normal conversation.

“Ah, I’m Yuta. Nakamoto Yuta. And you?” He had smiled brightly, probably relieved that you didn’t hate him for sitting down and invading your personal space. And you had smiled back, giving him your name. His smile had been the most healing thing you’ve ever seen. It seemed as if nothing bad could ever happen as long as he’s around.

And that still hasn’t changed.

The two of you had talked until the lecture had started and even then it had been hard for you not to take the conversation further. It had seemed as if you two just clicked. After about two hours of listening to the lecturer (a greying man who sounded like he was a sleeping pill on legs), Haseul had entered the hall, squeezing through piles of students trying to get ahold of a banana milk at the cafeteria before their next lesson, to pick you up to go have a smoke outside, and you had just casually asked Yuta to come join you.

That’s how you became friends with Nakamoto Yuta.

Now, about half a year went by and Yuta made your life at least three times better. He always has brilliant ideas for after-lecture-activities for when you aren’t in the mood to go to the library yet to type away yet another essay in a hurry because you've been procrastinating since last Tuesday. He is also a master in about all of the courses you need help in (and the other way around) which leads to study sessions that are not only fun and interesting, but also helpful.

But most importantly: he is always there with you. When you have to ask the barkeeper for the third time what he said because you can’t understand him over the loud music and your lack of proper Korean, or when you have to pull out Papago-Translator for the seventh time one morning just to decipher where in the world your package has gone missing to. And especially when your friends make those inside jokes for Korean-masters only and you look at him to see that he is about as clueless about what that means as you are.

But somehow, you two just stay friends. Which, don’t get me wrong, isn’t a bad thing at all, but there is no denying that he is absolutely and without a doubt the most beautiful being you had ever laid eyes on, and is a perfect match personality wise and you would literally get on your knees for this man in a heartbeat (to propose, obviously).

There is just always this little thing in the back of your head, holding you back: just like you, Yuta is just an exchange student, he will leave you sooner or later, long-distance never works, and you will only get hurt. At least, that's what you'd learned from the countless failed relationships of your parents.

So you stay friends, the bestest friends. And you still enjoy every second with him, whether you two are studying, laughing, or deep-talking under a full moon.

“Yeah, she’s getting her nipples pierced today.”

“Bro, what, you don’t have to tell everyone,” you pout and nudge his shoulder. He grins and taps the ashes off his cigarette with his freshly manicured (by you) black nails with little drawings on them, the grey clump falling onto the ground of the marked smoking-area.

“I’m sorry, but I’m so excited for you. My bestie is getting perforated for the first time.” He beams, wiggling his eyebrows first at you and then at the poor stranger in front of him who made the mistake of standing in reach of Yuta’s excited voice and making eye contact with him for 0.1 seconds.

“Fifth,” you correct him, pointing towards your earlobes which held exactly four silver rings in them.

Yuta holds up his arms in defeat. To be fair, he hasn’t really told everyone before, but now that you are standing in front of the piercing studio, inhaling the last cigarette before you get your real piercing cherry popped, as Yuta calls it, he gets too excited to keep it to himself. He insists that those regular ear-lobe piercings don’t count as real piercings. He himself has a fair share of real piercings himself, which makes him a self-proclaimed body-hole expert. You had tried to talk him out of this nickname for obvious reasons, but he insisted that the ambiguousness of it makes it even funnier. Two kinds of people, you guess.

Moving on...

From top to bottom, in that order, he has 5 piercings.

Firstly, he used to have an eyebrow piercing, which his friend got him when he was a teenager, but he somehow lost the piercing while sleeping and the next morning the hole was almost healed again, leaving him with nothing but a tiny, circular scar. He still counts it though.

Next is his nose ring which he had gotten only a few days after coming to Korea. You had to drive back to the piercing studio with him three (3) times because it got infected over and over again, but it wasn’t Yuta’s fault, of course, the piercer just sucked ass and apparently messed it up. Ever since, he's kind of reluctant to get his septum pierced as well.

His dermal piercing is next, a small, silver ball with a crystal made of glass which sits just below his left collar bone. He says he is actually surprised that it hasn’t fallen out yet.

Next comes his bellybutton piercing. It had been his first, he got it straight up on his 18th birthday, a shock to his parents, but it was something he had dreamed of for years, and he is still happy with it.

Yuta is strictly against gender norms and wears whatever he finds pretty, not caring if he buys it in the men’s or women’s section or if it is pink or blue or “for girls” and “kind of gay”. He loves wearing crop tops that show off the pretty jewel that adorns his toned stomach, even if people stare. Or maybe because people stare.

Lastly, he has another one, but only God knows what it is and every time you ask, he just winks and smirks and says “you don’t wanna know”. But you want to know.

A few minutes later, you sit inside the piercing studio. An absolutely gorgeous young lady is putting rubber gloves on as you sit and wait for instructions.

“You can take off your clothes now,” she says and nods.

“I- um- should I leave?” Yuta asks, eyes wide and a little nervous, apparently only now realizing that one has to take off their shirt (and bra) for someone to stick a needle through their nipples.

It usually takes very much to get Yuta even the slightest bit flustered so this was kind of new territory for you, seeing Yuta's concerned stare makes him kind of cute.

“Bro, are you joking? It’s not a big deal. I’ve seen you puke and that was probably worse,” you say, pulling your arm through your sleeve to take off your shirt. You glance over at him just to see him gulp, but you brush it off as only a decent human reaction to be somewhat uncomfortable seeing someone else’s boobies for the first time. I mean, you would react like this too if you saw his naked chest.

A few moments later, you lay on your back, tits full on display, the pretty girl had marked your nipples to pinpoint where she would put the needle through, and is now touching around your nipples to get them to harden. In the corner of your eye, you can see Yuta leaning against the wall, eyes focusing a little too much on an unoccupied nail in the wall in front of him.

“Okay, I’ll start with the left one, okay? I’ll count to three and then pierce through it. Are you ready?” the piercer asks you. You nod at her and try to relax. You are nervous, like, really nervous since this is probably going to hurt like hell.

“One, two.”

A stinging pain rushes through your nipple and makes you hiss, an almost embarrassing sound of pain squeezing out of your throat, a tear threatening to creep its way out of your eye and down your cheek. That fucking hurt. As you look down, you see it. There is a needle stuck through your nipple, both ends of the sharp object peeping out on both sides. Inevitably, panic arises in you.

“What happened to three??” You exclaim, trying to breathe through the pain as she replaces the needle with a barbell piercing. Fucking hell, it feels like your nipple will just spontaneously combust.

“I wanted to surprise you.” She smirks. “Alright, ready for the other?”

“No, no, no, no,” you laugh awkwardly. You aren’t ready. You really aren’t. You are honestly just scared, and your body doesn’t want to go through that pain again.

“Come on, you can do it. Why don’t you ask your boyfriend to hold your hand, maybe that’ll help?” She suggests, smiling over at Yuta, who looks like the poster on the wall showing a burning skull is the most interesting thing he's ever seen in his life.

“We’re actually just friends.”

“Ouch,” she says, and you think that’s funny. And kinda true.

“She’s a strong girl, she can handle it,” Yuta says, the big vein on his neck looks like it’s about to explode and cover the whole room in a fountain of blood as he tries to focus on deciphering the interesting writings on the sanitizer bottle, which judging by the incredible concentration he puts into it must have a great storyline and a thrilling twist to it.

“Yuta, I don’t think she can,” you admit and intend on stretching your arm out to make a grabbing motion with your hand, but moving your arm moves your boob and your boob protests against the sudden movement by sending waves of pain through your body which makes your groan. “Please?”

He takes two deep breaths, then walks over to you, reminding himself to only look at your face. He leans down, taking your hand into his and starts to stroke the back of your hand with his thumb. Noticing the fear in your eyes, his features go soft, and he talks to you in a soothing voice and tells you that it’s going to be okay, and sends a smile towards you, making your belly tingle.

You nod. When he’s with you, you can do anything.

“Friends my ass,” the piercer reminds you that you two are, in fact, not alone. She walks around to your right nipple. The sudden movement causing Yuta to lose his focus on your eyes, as they flick over to her for a second, than back to you. But not your eyes.

You catch him staring at your breast. Full on, wide-eyed, his thumb stopping his motions on your hand as he takes you in. How pretty you lay before him. Exposed. Your boobs just out on display, ready for him to grope at them and tease your pretty nipples with his fingers, lips, tongue and teeth. Oh, your nipple, so red and hard and swollen from getting pierced just seconds ago. How he wants to suck on the shiny jewelry once they’re fully healed.

He gulps. He knows he can’t think like this about you. You are his friend. His best friend. He doesn’t want to lose what you have. He is scared that he will hurt you.

The next thing you know is another sharp pain coming from your right nipple, shooting through you and spreading in your body. Your face scrunches and you let out an “ah”-sound, as she quickly replaces the needle with a piercing.

“It’s done. You alright?” She smiles, you nod, and after putting band-aids on your nipples, she heads towards the door. “Just get dressed, be careful though, and come to the front when you’re ready.”

Once she’s gone, Yuta looks at you, amused, like the moment the two of you just had never happened. “You okay?”

You pause and stutter, “h- p- o-okay? Am I okay? Fuck no, there’s fucking holes in my body, please, Yuta, it hurts so bad. Please save me, I will literally die.”

He chuckles at you and acts as if your begging doesn’t have an effect on him. He is glad that he is not wearing grey sweatpants today, but dark jeans and an oversized shirt that will hide anything and everything that happens in his pants.

A few weeks later, you open the door after the doorbell rang, only to find Yuta standing there, a big tote bag in hand and a beaming smile on his face. You notice he dyed his hair. It’s a medium blonde, and he looks breathtaking.

“Uh, what?”

“Hello to you too, bestie. I have brought snacks and movies and hope you will let me come inside.” He blows a strand of hair out of his eyes.

“You know I’d always let you come inside, Yuta.” You grin and step aside so he could enter.

You don’t really remember when it happened, but someday Yuta and you just casually started making sexual comments towards each other, just jokes, just for fun. And it was so much fun, at least until you realized that it's maybe a bit too much for your friendship. And you remember the exact moment you realized just that.

It had been a long day, you had classes until late at night, coming home after someone in the bus literally fell on you and drenched you in your milk tea that cost a shit ton of money, and didn’t taste as good when you had to suck it out of your shirt and hair. All you wanted was to take a long hot shower. So that was what you did.

You had peeled your milky clothes that, apart from the admittedly delicious smell, had been unbearable to wear the whole walk from the bus station to your apartment, off of your body and dumped them into the laundry basket. This was work for another day. You hopped into the shower and let the hot water rinse you of your stress. You washed your hair and body and suddenly, without you realizing it, really, your hand was between your legs, gently massaging your clit that you had completely neglected for the past week because you had a very important presentation to prepare with Yuta.

You thought of the two of you presenting today, your professor clapping afterwards and smiling at you, telling you two you did a great job. You thought of how Yuta had smiled at you and whispered to you:

“You did so good baby girl, how about I reward you after this?”

Which was obviously a joke – clearly – because he had laughed afterwards and smacked your shoulder, but your lady parts didn’t see it as that: a joke.

At least you got bubble tea out of that.

You decided that your fingers weren’t doing enough for you so you grabbed the shower head and brought it down. Excitement shot through you, and you gasped at the feeling the water pressure gave you. Your mind wandered back to Yuta and the many things he’s jokingly said. He was such a tease, probably knowing what his words did to you. Maybe it had always been his plan to rile you up until you couldn't take it anymore and would beg for him to take you, or maybe that was just you wishing.

Your mind showed you your best friend that one time you had asked to get a lick off his popsicle and he decided it was a good idea to almost shove it down your throat and say, “don’t act like this, I know you can take it”.

This was wrong, so wrong, but it felt so good. The stream of the hot water brought you closer and closer to orgasm, the muscles in your stomach clenching to cope with the overwhelming feeling of stimulation that you had lacked for so long.

Trying to pull your mind off of your best friend, you tried thinking about that one girl in her short skirt you saw at the park a few days ago, or the actor in that drama that you found attractive. You tried to imagine him pinning you against the wall and fucking into you from behind, but as imaginary you turned around, you only saw Yuta.

“Cum for me.”

You were close, so damn close you could nearly taste it on the tip of your tongue. Your pussy clenched around nothing, the empty feeling causing you to slide two of your fingers into your hole, massaging your walls and trying to reach as deep as you knew Yuta could. Moaning out, you tried to think of anyone, anything other than your best friend, like that hot video you saw on twitter of two girls 69ing on a couch.

The last thing your mind showed you before your final release was Yuta, kneeling in front of you in the shower, eyes big, round and innocent as he looked up at you, fingers deep in your pussy moving in sync with your real ones, and his tongue lapping on your clit. He looked so pretty underneath you.

“Please, cum for me,” you imagined him saying as your orgasm took over you. It had been so intense that you slid down the shower wall to sit on the ground. Fingers pumping in and out of you slowly to drag your orgasm out as long as possible.

You sighed, thinking about how morally wrong it felt to picture your best friend while getting off, but no matter how hard you tried, Yuta always made his way back into your mind, and seemingly, there was nothing you could do about that.

“Which movies did you bring?” you ask as Yuta unties his Doc Marten’s only to slip into his baby blue bunny-slippers a few seconds later to keep his feet warm around your apartment.

“I brought horror movies.”

You frown. There literally exist 19 other genres which he could have chosen from, but this bitch decides to choose the one you didn’t like. Well, actually you like them, it’s just that you are so easily startled and never able to sleep alone after a horror movie.

“Why?” You whine, but he just looks at you, tells you you would like it and then suddenly kisses you on the cheek before heading deeper into your home.

“Come on, it will be fun!” He exclaims from inside. But you aren’t even able to follow him by how startled you are by his sudden actions. He has never kissed you before. Why did he kiss you? And why did that make your belly tingle and your cheeks flush red. Ah, that's right: because you're crushing on him, but you're not ready to admit that yet.

“Uh- um- y-you know I can’t sleep after watching movies like this,” you stutter instead as you do follow him to sit on the bed next to him. It’s no big deal, you are always chilling on your bed because you are only a student living in Seoul and therefore can’t afford anything bigger than a broom closet. Your apartment consists of your bed, a desk and a closet in one room, and then a kitchen, and a bathroom. Having a separate kitchen is already a luxury.

“Oh, come on. Of course I am prepared.” He holds up his bag from before, suggesting he’s going to spend the night. Which also isn’t a big deal, you shared a bed multiple times, but given the circumstances that he kissed you earlier, you are kind of taken aback.

“Or- do you not want me to?” Yuta asks as you don’t show your usual excitement about getting to spend even more time with him.

Your eyes widen. “Oh, no. I’m just scared that you will punch me in the tits in your sleep and rip off my piercings.” You are actually proud of yourself for coming up with an excuse that fast. And he seems to buy it as he smiles and drops his bag back on the floor.

“Ah, don’t worry I will only be gentle with your nipples.” He winks, then laughs out loud. You wonder what’s up with him tonight.

Later on, you’re about half an hour deep into the movie, and so far you have almost punched Yuta in the face twice because you jumped so hard. And when the screen shows another creepy creature crawling backwards on all fours, you scream and accidentally elbowing him in the ribs, causing an aggressive hiss to hit your eardrums.

Soon, he has enough and pulls you closer, placing you in front of him and holding onto your arms from behind by snaking his arms around your slightly trembling form. “Please, you have to stop hitting me.”

"Funny." Your face drops into a serious expression which he can't even see from his place behind you, a noise that you try to make sound like the fakest of false laughs you can master voicing from your mouth. "If you didn’t want me to accidentally hit you in the face then you should’ve brought another movie," you reason as you feel his hot breath fanning against your ear, making you feel weak in an instant. You shudder as heat rushes downwards, and your heart skips a beat as you feel his hot figure pressed against your back, and his muscular arms hugging around your shoulders. His hands hold onto your wrists, restricting them from moving. It feels just too sexual, but you just let it happen. Partly because you don't want to make it weird by pointing the suggestive nature of your position out, party because you wholeheartedly enjoy his frame behind you.

After him restricting your movements, you don’t really jump anymore, but not because of him holding you down. Well, to be exact, it is because he’s holding you, but indirectly. You see, his too-close presence behind you, his warmth and the way he grabs onto your wrists makes your head spin, your mouth dry and your mind wander – far away from all of the scary things happening on TV.

You really want him to at least let go of your hands. Not because you don’t like the feeling of being bound and restricted, but because you like the feeling of being bound and restricted. You shift, getting uncomfortable as your wetness soaks into your underwear, and at any other given moment you'd be embarrassed of how turned on you are just because someone's holding onto your wrists... Anyway.

You scoot back, probably a little too far back because you can feel your ass hitting against something. Something hard that’s poking right into your backside. Heat rushes over you for a moment, contemplating what it could be.

It's probably his cellphone in his pocket, you decide, not wanting to get further into it, but as you shift further, you're able to feel it again. And not only that, you can hear a silent gasp creeping out of his throat directly into your ear.

You freeze, heartbeat increasing rapidly as it pounces against your ribcage. Is he hard? You shift again and again and again, just to be sure you aren’t imagining things. And every time you draw a little sound from his mouth that gives you goosebumps and goes straight into your core

“You can’t keep shifting like that,” you hear him say, his voice low and breathy and a little desperate.

“W-what do you mean?” You whisper, not trusting your voice. You know exactly what he means. He means that if you keep rubbing your round ass over his cock he will bend you over and fuck you until you can’t walk for at least two days – at least that’s what you imagine.

Him rawdogging you from behind, grabbing onto a fistful of your hair as his rock hard cock slams into you, hitting only the right places, then bending over your back, his fingers finding your clit easily, his teeth grazing over your neck and biting down only to leave kisses on it afterwards. Him whispering into your ear what a good slut you are for him, taking his cock so well as he stretches you out. You leaning back into his touch, arching your back only for him to hit deeper inside you, his tip brushing over your cervix multiple times until you squirt all over him-

“You’re sitting on my foot.”

- or not.

Turns out his voice wasn’t “breathy and a little desperate”, he was just in pain because your dumbass sat on his feet. A little embarrassing, you admit later that night, the horror movie long forgotten, you lay awake beside him as he sleeps soundly. Good for him, you think as he breathes steadily next to you while you contemplate your entire existence. Why is he always in your head (sadly not literally) and why are you so turned on by everything he does?

“Probably daddy issues,” you quietly say to yourself, trying to pinpoint the source of all your mental problems on your emotionally distant father. As an answer you only get a low groan from beside you, a noise Yuta often made while sleeping. The first few times you had mistaken it as moans and were a little too cocky about it at the breakfast table the next morning, asking him if he dreamt well as he sent you nothing but looks of confusion.

You sigh. It’s late and the two of you have another project to work on tomorrow, so you decide to try and fall asleep. Which goes all well until Yuta's stirring next to you wakes you up again. Oh no. He’s shifted closer to you, his face only inches away from yours and you can see the distant moonlight illuminating the beautiful features of his face.

And he’s so close right now, his eyelashes are so pretty and long as they faintly brush his cheeks, his nose curved so perfectly and his lips so unbelievably soft and plush to the eye that all you want is to kiss them.

Oh, how badly you want to kiss him.

How you want to kiss him, softly but passionately as you climb on top of him, straddling his waist as you run your hands over his strong chest and his toned abs down to stroke him until he’s fully hard only for him to grab you by your thigh and waist, and turn the two of you around so he's on top, pressing his erection against your center as you make out, tongues dancing together and teeth nibbling on each other’s lips softly. You want him to slowly fuck into you, his forearms next to your head and his fingers playing with your hair as you switch between kissing lovingly and keeping eye contact as he bottoms out over and over again.

At this point, your fingers involuntarily find your clit, your other hand massaging your insides with two fingers in sync with imagination-Yuta and his cock. You’re so riled up from all of the imaginative foreplay that it doesn’t take long until you cum, walls clenching around your fingers as your orgasm crashes over you, right in time as the Yuta in your fantasy whispers into your ear.

“I love you.”

Realization washes over you as you come down: you just masturbated while your best friend is sleeping next to you, thinking of him making oh sweet love to you. This is so, so wrong, especially the slip of the three magic words. To this point, your crush on him had been excusable as being horny or whatever, but now? You're not too sure what to make of this.

There's just one thing clear in your mind: you really need to get laid.

So that’s what you do. Not even 12 hours later, you already download tinder. And not even 72 hours later, you found the perfect man for the job: he’s absolutely beautiful, and doesn’t have anything misogynistic in his bio nor a picture of him posing with a fish he’s caught. How wonderful.

The two of you click right away, it’s clear that both of you only want to fuck, so you agree on a date. He says he at least wants to take you out to dinner like a real gentleman before he “gets down to business” (his words, not yours). That’s how you end up dressing up on a Thursday night, your dear friend Yuta sitting on your bed looking at his phone. He recently discovered TikTok and is officially addicted.

“Okay, what do you think?”

You turn around to face him, presenting your outfit. Yuta looks up, the video on his phone still playing as his eyes take in your figure in that outfit that hugs your curves so perfectly. He takes some time to admire the sight until he raises an eyebrow.

"You look amazing, bestie, but what’s the occasion? I hope you remember I will leave in a few minutes for work so I don’t have time to unwrap you." He grins as his thumb finally tabs the screen to stop his phone from saying "my money don't jiggle, jiggle, it folds" over and over again.

"Actually," you grin back, "I was hoping for you to leave soon because I also have plans for this evening."

"Oh, really? What? Watching porn by yourself again?"

You put on a fake smile, he’s referring to that one time he caught you watching Japanese porn. Well, not really, you just forgot to close the tab in your phone as you asked him to google 'where does the word smut come from' while you were painting your nails. In your defense: you didn’t search for it, it just popped up on the front page and looked interesting.

"Very funny. No, actually, my date’s picking me up."

"Date?" Yuta questions, eyes wide and you think you can see a little bit of disappointment in his face (but maybe that’s just what you're hoping for).

"Yes," you answer proudly and almost as if you had planned it, the doorbell rings, "oh, he’s here!"

"He’s here?" Yuta follows you as you sprint to the door, telling your date that you would come downstairs in just a minute.

"Come on, let’s go!" You almost push Yuta out of the door after grabbing your jacket and purse, and putting your (matching to Yuta’s) Doc Marten’s on.

"And who is this guy?" Yuta asks as you make your way down the staircases and out of the front door of your apartment complex. He doesn’t seem too thrilled about you going on a date with someone he doesn’t know.

"I’m Donghyuck," your date greets and answers Yuta’s question. The man is wearing a black shirt and black pants which would have made him look intimidating if it weren’t for his extremely adorable bear-like features that are only supported by his fluffy light brown hair.

Yuta seems a bit taken aback the cute exterior of your date, as if asking himself if this is your type. Still, he greets back with his name before saying (and hugging you) goodbye.

“And who’s that, your boyfriend?” Donghyuck jokes as he looks back at Yuta who stomps away, not even looking back at you.

“Ah, no, he’s my bestie,” you giggle, a little intimidated by Donghyuck's ethereal beauty, “Hyuck, I have to say: you really are beautiful.”

A few hours later, after you had eaten (and split the bill), you are back at your place. You had learned enough about Donghyuck to trust he wasn’t a murderer (you sent your live location to 3 of your friends just in case though) and let him inside your apartment.

The two of you are heavily making out of your bed, most of your clothing scattered around the room. You’re so turned on, mostly because of Donghyuck's handsome face and the general way he carries himself. He knows he’s sexy, and he makes you feel incredibly sexy too as he’s touching your body and caressing your collar bones with his pouty lips. Plus, he’s funny.

You are also turned on because the distant scent of Yuta’s cologne hangs in the air around the bed where he sat before. But you forget all about that as Donghyuck dips his fingers into your panties, gently touching you.

“Oh, you’re so wet for me baby girl. Have you been waiting for my cock, hm? Have you imagined me pounding your sweet little pussy?” He whispers into your neck and you moan involuntarily at his lewd words. You had always been weak for dirty talk.

“Y-yes, daddy.” You gasp, emerged in the feeling of his finger sliding into you with ease at how wet you were.

“Ooh, daddy, huh?” He chuckles and it sounds so incredibly sexy. He lowers himself to your center and discards of your panties to see your glistering wetness up close, then licks over it. You almost cum right then and there simply because of how hot he looks as he eyes your most private area with so much hunger in his eyes, as if he’s a starved man.

Donghyuck dives back in, his finger almost directly shoved back into you as his tongue finds your clit. You arch your back, his tongue teases your bud as it swirls around it, making you whine. He adds a second finger and pumps them in and out of you as his lips finally hug your clit and suck on it once, harshly, then a little softer, but all you see is stars.

"D-daddy, you’re making me feel so good," you somehow manage to let out in between moans as Donghyuck's tongue and lips work their wonders on your clit. You have your eyes shut tightly as his fingers hit your g-spot repeatedly, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. He lets out lewd slurping sounds as he’s eating you out like no man ever did, as if he was born for this.

You are so close to cumming, your walls clenching hard around his fingers, when he suddenly lets go of you. You whine at the loss of contact and stimulation.

"Want you to cum on daddy's cock, baby," he explains and you nod hastily, watching hazily as he pulls down his boxers and puts on a condom in no time. Just like Donghyuck's ego, his cock is huge. And your mouth salivates just from the thought of trying to get your small mouth around it to try and swallow him, but right now all you want is for him to fill your your other hole up real nice.

“Ready?” He asks and looks at your already fucked out face to get your consent – which you give him without hesitation – before he slowly shoves his cock into you. The stretch is so sweet and he glides in easily despite his girth from how wet you are due to his previous ministrations.

Donghyuck doesn’t completely bottom out before he pulls out again until only his tip is inside of you to slam back in, frequently checking for any discomfort on your face. When he’s sure you’re comfortable from how you moan, he picks up his pace, fucking you harder and faster. He gives out the hottest of sounds as he groans before telling you how nice your hole feels.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he leans back a little and changes his angle to aim a little upwards, throwing your legs over his shoulders to hit deeper inside of you and you swear no one has ever touched you as deep inside as Donghyuck.

Before you know it, your walls contract around him as you scream his name while your hands grab onto the sheets to just grab at something. You cum so hard you think you’re going to pass out, but Donghyuck’s here. Donghyuck holds you and slowly fucks you through your orgasm.

When you finally feel like you can think again, you open your eyes just to see Donghyuck towering above you, forehead damp from sweating as his hair sticks onto it, shoulders wide, pecs flexing as he pistons his hips into yours. He looks so sexy like this.

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” he tells you, voice raspy and just full of sex and you spur him on with your moans and dirty words (even though you’re not even able to form proper sentences) and his thrusts become a little sloppy until he slams his cock into you one last time as he releases his load into the condom, groaning out.

He quickly discards of the condom and cleans you up with a tissue before lying down next to you. There’s silence for a few minutes as the two of you try to catch your breath.

“Fuck, Hyuck,” is the first thing you say, making him chuckle, “that was literally the best sex of my life. I-“ you pause to smile dumbfounded at the ceiling, “I’ve never cummed like this before.”

"You mean-" he shifts to lay closer to you and strokes your arm with his fingers.

"Only from a dick inside me, yes."

Donghyuck chuckles, and the moment could have been perfect, if only you hadn’t been thinking of a certain someone again, wondering what he’s doing right now, working at the local DVD-rental (you always wonder why it still exists, who rents DVDs nowadays?).

Of course your mind had to go there again, wondering what it could've been like with Yuta right now, how he would be after screwing your brains out. Is he the type for cuddles after sex? What would you do if it was him, would you be able to tell him how you really feel?

"Hope I was a good distraction," Donghyuck kisses your shoulder and you freeze.

"What?"

"Ah, no, it’s really not a problem. I’ve just seen the two of you. You can’t tell me there isn’t something going on between the two of you. Have you seen his face as he saw me? Damn, I thought he was going to knock me out," he pauses to laugh while you stare wide-eyed at nothing. Is it really this obvious?

"I’m sorry," you finally bring out, feeling bad for Donghyuck. It must seem like you were using him.

"Oh, what for? We both agreed on only fucking. And if it bothered me, I wouldn’t have fucked you. You know that, right?"

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. It’s strange to you that it doesn’t bother Donghyuck, at all. But maybe that’s just how he is.

After assuring you that it really was okay at least three more times until you finally believe him, the two of you lay in bed a little longer, talking about nothing really and just enjoy each other’s presence. You open up about your possible feelings towards Yuta and it feels good to finally be able to talk about it with someone.

"I get it, you know?" Donghyuck says. "I’ve been in your position before."

"Oh, really?" You raise your head from his chest and he stops playing with your hair as your eyes meet his. You're still shocked to find that you crush on Yuta seems to be so consuming that you're not even feeling the tiniest bit of romantic attraction to Donghyuck, even though he's just been balls deep inside of you, giving you a toe curling orgasm and now looking like he's been sculptured by God's favorite angels. Trying to get Yuta out of your brain, you lay your head back down to the softness of Donghyuck's stomach. "Please elaborate."

"I have this person in my life and I think I like them, but there’s just-" Donghyuck stops to sigh, the movements of his fingers on your skin haltering several times as he speaks, but you don't mind. "There’s a problem and I’m not sure if they even like me back."

"What’s the problem?" You ask, grabbing onto his hand with your own to prevent him from messily stroking and entertain him by playing with his fingers instead.

"Well, the main problem is that he is a guy."

"And?"

"And I’m – obviously – not gay." He motions towards your two naked bodies.

"Oh, Hyuckie." You giggle "Maybe you are a little gay. There’s nothing wrong with that. ‘Everyone’s a little gay’. That’s what my mom always says. Maybe you're bi. Actually, you don’t even have to label yourself, just love who you love, and if it’s a guy, that’s cool."

Suddenly, Donghyuck kisses the top of your head. It’s silent for a good while.

"Thanks," he says, "It’s just that my family and friends back home are pretty religious and stuff and- I’ve only talked about this with one other person – a childhood friend of mine – and he said I should just ignore it, not get into it, boys don’t love boys, and that it’s disgusting. But I think I really like this guy, and I think he likes me, he’s into guys, too."

"I’ve seen him bring someone home before, since we’re roommates, and I really didn’t like it. At first, I thought it was because I didn’t want to have two guys fucking in my own house, but then I realized it wasn’t hatred or disgust, it was jealousy. I hated to see it because I wanted to be that other man. I wanted to be the one who makes Taeil moan like that, make him feel good, and take care of him afterwards… maybe you’re right, maybe I am a little gay."

You smile and hug him tightly. After that, you feel closer to Donghyuck. You talk a little longer until it’s getting late and it’s time for him to leave. You hug him goodbye, and remind him to update you on the roommates-to-lovers situation and Donghyuck smiles and nods, hugging you one last time, really hard, and then he leaves, and as soon as the door shuts, you feel the urgent need to talk to Yuta.

The next time you meet Yuta, it’s at university. You fear he didn’t take your date with Donghyuck well as you walk in and see him sit by a large group of people, chatting, instead of at your designated place. You walk past them to your seat, sit down and unpack your bag until you get startled by a chocolate milk being placed right in front of you. You freeze, raise an eyebrow and then look up to see Yuta, lips shut, but smiling widely.

Your other eyebrow joins the first as you look at him bewildered. "Milk?"

“Yes, your favorite! I felt bad for being like this yesterday, I was just surprised that you were out there dating and stuff, so I might have reacted a little wrong… I’m sorry! Please take this milk as a sign of my deepest regrets." He delivers a 90 degree bow and you can’t help but laugh. Of course you forgive him. You weren’t even mad at him in the first place.

Yuta sits down next to you, you smile, and it’s like nothing has changed. That is until lunch time, the weather is nice and warm, Yuta and you decided to pick up some fried chicken and eat it on the lawn at Han River. Maybe it hadn’t been that good of an idea since Yuta's wearing a skirt which caused the two of you to get a lot of weird stares and a few comments from bypassing strangers.

The whole skirt-thing in general is kind of a problem for you. Not because you think it’s weird or anything, but because it’s short, really short, and exposes the delicate muscle of Yuta’s legs to your eyes and rides up his thighs dangerously high as he sits down, giving you enough room for lewd fantasies and erotic imaginations of what you want to do with said thighs. You just hope he doesn’t catch you staring.

Once you’re finished, it’s almost 2pm and you have to hurry back to make it to class in time. You pack your stuff as a loud dinging noise emerges from your phone. You check the message and smile widely. Donghyuck has send you a picture: he’s lying in bed, hair tousled and without a shirt as he smiles characteristically smugly into the camera. It’s only then when you see what the picture is really about. On his chest, in the right corner of the picture, you can see a boy with short brown hair, eyes closed, a naked shoulder covering most of his face as he’s snuggled into Donghyuck just like you were a few days ago.

"What are you smiling at?" Yuta teases you and tries to catch a glimpse of what’s showing on your screen. You think you locked your phone fast enough before he can see as you answer "Hyuck just send me a picture". For the rest of the day, Yuta is unusually quiet.

After your encounter with Donghyuck, a few weeks had passed without you getting anywhere near railed and to be honest, it showed. Not only did you period end about a week ago – which means you’re ovulating and extremely responsive – and your nipples piercings are now fully healed, but extremely sensitive and easily stimulated. On top of that, for some reason, Yuta’s acting up too. It’s like he can sense your desperate state and decides to be even touchier and closer to you than ever. The worst part are the suggestive comments.

The two of you meet for another movie night, this time at his place. When he opens the door for you, you swear you almost collapse. Yuta dyed his hair again, this time a pretty tone of blood red, he wears it in a half up bun, a few strands falling out into his face and onto his neck. He looks downright delicious.

A few minutes later, Yuta tries to get his "stupid TV" to work, rummaging with the cables as he kneels on the floor, completely bend over in the shortest shorts you’ve ever seen. You stare and it’s almost embarrassing as you almost drool on his couch.

“Oh, fuck me!” He tells the TV – and you almost spit out the sip of water you had just taken to calm down your raging hormones – as he gets up only to kick it. And it works! The screen shows the menu of the movie he’s put in (you genuinely have no clue about what kind of movie it is since you just nodded at everything he said because those shorts aren’t only short, but also really, really tight in the front and you had to invest all of your energy into not looking at his crotch again).

The movie starts and Yuta doesn’t waste any time to sit close to you, once accidentally brushing over your clothed nipple with his arm as he reaches for some snacks. You cry on the inside as you watch him stuff his mouth with Pepero, his lips hugging the slim sticks, his tongue darting out from time to time as he licks at the chocolate coating. This was torture.

Suddenly, Pepero in his mouth, he turns to you, catching you staring. He grins, takes the sweet out of his mouth and holds it up. “Wanna share?”

You feel like someone’s just thrown a billiard table at your face. What’s wrong with this guy? He already has the stick in between his lips again and comes closer, so close, that you don’t even have a chance to flinch away before it hits against your lips. Without thinking, you wrap your mouth around it, eyes wide as Yuta keeps steady eye contact with you as he bites on the Pepero.

He’s getting closer and closer and you feel like your sweating, your heart thumps in your chest and Yuta looks at you so intensely that you feel your core throb. Your eyes widen even more in complete horror. What is he doing? When will he stop? Will he stop at all?

As if reading your mind, Yuta stops. And grins. And then he pulls back.

“Ah, I’m joking, why are you looking at me like that!” He laughs and it takes all of you to not choke him right there. Instead you laugh as naturally as you possibly can.

It gets worse, though. Sometime later and without a warning, Yuta suddenly decides that it would be best to torture you even more and place his head in your lap. You panic a little. It shouldn't bother you, it's nothing unusual, he does it fairly often, but right now, this is the place where you want him to be the most and the least. You can smell his hair, it smells like hair dye and his cologne and it’s enough to get you even more wet than before.

Suddenly, Yuta giggles, “I can hear your tummy,” he says, “are you hungry?” He gets back up to look at you intensely. You gulp. You blush. You don’t know what to say. The only thing in your head right now is how you want him to absolutely demolish you.

“Baby, would you like to eat ramen with me?” He asks you in Korean and right then you know it’s over.

“Yuta, I swear to God, either you stop this right now or-“

“Or what?” he grins. He knows what he’s doing. The shorts, the Pepero game, the touchiness, the suggestive things. He knows what it does to you. He has to know, or else, that would make him to most innocent, naive person on the planet.

“Please, just-“ you don’t dare to vocalize it.

“Tell me what you want baby girl, and I promise I’ll give it to you.”

You look into his eyes and all you see behind the teasing glint is sincerity. Isn't this how love stories work? One gets pushed into a corner and confesses, and the other party magically loves them back? There is so much that you want to tell him, so many thinks that are dancing around the expanse of your brain day and night, about all the things you love about him, about all the dreams and thoughts you've had about him, and all the feelings that bring your heart to pounce like crazy every time he's close to you.

Though nothing comes out. Because as much as you like him, you're just as scared. Scared of rejection and abandonment, and even more scared of a future without him. It's too dangerous to risk everything that you have for, yeah, for what exactly? You're not even sure if he's serious with his constant flirting. Even though almost everything he says is suggestive, for all you know, it could be all bark and no bite. And even if it isn't that, what if that's all he's feeling for you? Wouldn't it be even worse for your poor, strained heart if he'd ask for only your body and nothing more? Plus, the usual problem of being exchange students, whatever you have right now is not going to last forever. And that scares the shit out of you.

So, instead of telling him exactly what you want, you take a deep breath before excusing yourself only to hurry out of his apartment without even putting your shoes on correctly. As soon as you step out of the door the wind blows into your face. You hadn't even noticed the change in weather during your time inside, but somehow the cold splatter of rain that hits you right in the face matches the way you're feeling.

You walk through the rain with fast steps, your heart aching in your chest because as soon as you stepped foot out of the door, you regretted the decision of leaving without saying a word. It's not like you to not be able to talk to Yuta about everything, but how in the world would you explain to him that you're slowly but surely developing romantic feelings for him, not to mention the raging lust you feel whenever he does something remotely sexual, like you want to jump on him and take his cock down your throat-

Anyway.

You don't realize that you start crying (screw your ovulation hormones), but the tears mix well with the rain, the heavy feeling in your chest too much to bear as you think about how your lack of control over your lady parts could mean the end of the best friendship of your life.

It's then when you hear your name being called.

You stop in your tracks, then turn around harshly to see Yuta come to a full stop right in front of you. He's dripping wet as well, the hair dye leaving small red rivers on his cheeks and neck, but he does not seem to care one bit.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," Yuta yells through the loud sound of fat raindrops hitting the concrete, and cars driving in the distance. The scene makes your heart drop. There are tears in Yuta's eyes as well, and you can't stop yourself from hugging him tightly. The warmth of his body provides you comfort, just as his slightly irregular breathing.

Quickly, you pull back. "You didn't," you shout back at him, and a grin spreads over Yuta's face, and it makes your heartbeat increase. "The thing is-"

"I like you."

You blink at him, dumbfounded. "What?"

"I said, I like you."

"I understood, I just don't know what that means."

"I have feelings for you."

A blanket wrapped around your body that's slowly stopping its shivering movements, you stare blankly ahead. Yuta's in the kitchen, making some tea to warm your bodies from the inside, but if you're being honest, your insides are already hot enough. Hot with nervousness, hot with lust, and most importantly: hot with utter confusion.

Yuta having feelings for you sounds so absurd to your ears that you don't even want to think about it. For you, this feels like philosophizing about whether the Tooth Fairy is real or not at the age of 25. Platonic feelings, sure, maybe it's even sexual attraction that he's feeling, but real romantic feelings? It just doesn't seem logical, though this might be the part of you who's pushed your crush on him into the furthest corner of your heart to prevent it from breaking, so who knows if it's plausible or not.

Cutting through your train of thoughts, Yuta enters the room, steaming hot tea inside of cups in both of his hands that he sets onto the couch table, then he sits down next to you.

"Are you sure?"

"Sorry?"

"About your feelings," you say, eyes finally ripping away from the poor section of air you'd previously been staring holes into to look over at Yuta. A breath hitches in your throat at the sight, his red hair wet and messy, as well as his now hair dye stained white shirt that allows you to take in his beautifully sculptured torso.

"I am." Yuta nods.

"How?"

Yuta begins talking, starting from the very beginning. He says that he felt drawn to you ever since your first encounter in the lecture hall, started questioning the platonic nature of his love towards you around the time he first saw your tits, then recalls the sleepless nights he spent thinking about you. A big indicator was when you went on that Tinder date, and he questioned everything about himself for the whole night, questioning whether that's your type, questioning whether he should find this guy, befriend him, and adapt his persona so you'd like him like that too. Or how insanely jealous he felt when he saw Donghyuck's "nude" on your phone screen. The way he initiated sliding so many sexual innuendos into your daily conversation to make you get the hint that he wants you like that, so badly and so desperately, but he's fearing that you don't like him back, or will leave him sooner or later. Just like you. But he felt like never telling you would be worse, especially when you left so suddenly, and he thought he'd never see you again. He just needed to get it out.

After all is said, you stay silent for a hot minute, not believing what he's saying. There has to be something about this that you're not taking into account, but you've checked the date before, it's neither April 1st, nor is it "prank your friend by telling them you're in love with them"-day. Your silence seems to give Yuta a wrong impression as he sighs deeply, his head dropping as he apologizes.

Within seconds, your hands are on his cheeks, holding his face in them as if you'd touch him too roughly, he'd break. You study his face one last time, seeing nothing but genuine feelings of love and fear in the tears brimming in his eyes, so you decide to risk it all and press your lips against his. A little hesitantly, Yuta kisses you back, testing the waters before moving his hands to your hips, gently pulling you closer.

You breathe out shakily through your nose, feeling your heart beating roughly against the inside of your ribcage. The room is silent except for your gentle noises that fill the air as your lips move against Yuta's, getting bolder by the second. You feel a little uneasy, not because you don't like it, but because you're so insanely nervous. It's Yuta, your best friend with whom you've never felt shy ever in the entire time of knowing him, so you're unable to grasp the reason for that feeling. Maybe it's because it is Yuta who's kissing you right now, finally giving you what you've desired for so long. Maybe it's weird because it's the first time.

Your worries quickly fade into the back of your mind until all your senses can take in is Yuta, the sounds of gently humming he's letting out as he kisses you, the intoxicating scent of his cologne and that one special note that is just so Yuta that you don't know how to explain it, and the entirety of the way he feels moving against your body.

Not long after, he's pushed you back on the couch, hovering over your welcoming body. You've spread your legs for him to lay in between them, forming bulge pressing deliciously against your clothed core, but he doesn't rush things, not even when you begin grinding yourself against him.

Yuta wants to make sure you feel safe with him, alas he drags the foreplay out as long as he possibly can, gently touching you all over, kissing you throughoutly and whispering sweet nothings into your neck once his lips detach from yours.

It's you who has to take things further by pushing his shirt up his torso, urging him to push the piece of fabric over his head to reveal himself to you. He does, and it's not the first time you've seen him like this, but never so up-close and obviously never in this type of situation. Right now, his bellybutton piercing just hits different, and you feel the wetness seep into your underwear at how unbelievably hot and beautiful he is.

Yuta notices your staring and grins, gently pushing at your own shirt until you take it off as well. At the sight of your bare breasts, silver barbells adorning both of your nipples, it feels like it's the first time he sees them all over again. He finally manages to pull his eyes off of them, gazing into yours.

"Healed?"

You nod, too overwhelmed to trust your probably shaky voice, and you grab his hands to place them on your tits. Yuta hums out delightfully, kneading your breasts while gently flicking his thumbs over the piercings. You shudder at the touch, moans spilling from your mouth from how sensitive you are. Carefully, Yuta leans forward, sucking a nipple into his mouth and that's where you lose it, hands come flying to his hair to bury your fingers in them, pulling him closer as you feel the hot arousal clouding your senses and bulking up in your lower stomach.

You're sure, if he keeps going, you're going to cum from the nipple play alone.

Though, you want more, want to orgasm once he's inside you. A quivery whine of his name escapes your lips, and without any more words, Yuta understands. He kisses you again, then pulls back, expert fingers pulling your sweatpants off your legs.

"Are you okay with this?" Yuta meets your gaze, and you nod frantically, motioning grabby hands at him to come back into your arms. Yuta grins widely, hands roaming over your thighs on their way up to your panties. With another look seeking reassurance, he finally pulls the last piece of fabric off your body, leaving you bare for his eyes.

You don't even have time to feel insecure or nervous about what's to come as Yuta's all over you again within seconds. His hand strokes his way down between your legs. At the first touch of the pad of his fingertip to your folds, your hips buck against him, a desperate sigh coming out of you, making him smile. He keeps steady eye contact, smile fading into a look of pure lust as he slowly pushes a digit inside of you. Your heartbeat increases rapidly, the action so incredibly arousing that you immediately clench around his finger, eye brows scrunching together above needy eyes.

Gently, his finger feels around your walls, taking in how wet you are for him, massaging into your g-spot with expertise and you feel like cumming all over again. When he pushes another digit inside, your hands claw into his biceps. His gaze doesn't leave yours for even a second as he fingers you open, watching your reactions attentively to pick up on what motions you especially like.

"Does it feel good? You look so beautiful," Yuta whispers and you nod again, whining out desperately.

"Yes, feels so good. I want you in me."

"Want me to fuck you, yeah?" Yuta smiles kissing your cheek as you whine out another 'yes'. He pulls his fingers out of you, but not entirely away, not before he's circled around your clit a few times, riling you up even more.

He then discards of his shorts and boxers, throwing them somewhere into the room. Where exactly, you don't see as you focus on his dick. Your eyes widen, mouth falling agape as you take in the little sliver piercing adorning his tip.

"Dick piercing," you gasp before you can stop yourself, making Yuta laugh out.

"Do you like it?"

"I want you so bad."

"Do you have a condom?"

"No need, and I want you raw."

"Fuck," Yuta drags out the syllable, climbing on top of you once again. You can feel yourself clench in anticipation, spreading your legs even further while simultaneously grinding your hips upwards.

"Please, have me any way you want." That's all Yuta needs to finally push into you, piercing grazing along your walls and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes back at the insane stimulation, not wanting to break the eye contact that Yuta's once again created.

"You're so wet and warm and perfect around me, baby," he gasps once he's fully inside, the stretch having turned you on beyond belief once more, if that's even possible. You switch from his left eye to his right eye and back, trying to grasp the reality of him really, finally, being inside of you.

Slowly, Yuta pulls out, but not entirely, then slams his hips against yours. You cry out in pleasure, eyes closing briefly before you dare to look down between your bodies, watching the way Yuta repeats the action several times, though you get distracted by how absolutely stunning his abs look with the jewel sparkling between them.

"Do you like watching yourself get fucked, hm? I bet you are, you're so wet for me."

All you can do is whine and moan as he pushes your thighs further upwards, almost folding you in half to reach deeper.

"Shit, baby, you're clenching around me so hard. Does it feel that good? Did you want me that bad? You're so fucking sexy, can you imagine all the things I want to do to you? Do you feel it, how fucking hard you make me? All this time, all I wanted was this, and fuck was it worth the wait."

Yuta pounds into you harder, hitting your sweet spot dead on with every stroke, his piercing only adding to the overwhelming pleasure you're feeling. You really want to respond to him, want to tell him that you've wanted him too, so badly, and this is even better than any fantasy you've ever had about him, but all that comes out are broken moans and sobs as you near your high.

"Aw, baby, can't talk? Am I fucking you that good? That's all you, baby, taking me so well. Don't hold back, make as much noise as you want, I want everyone to hear who makes you feel this good, want them to know who you belong to."

"Don't stop- talking-" you manage to get out losing yourself in the craziness of Yuta's gaze, your orgasm so close you can already feel your senses vibrating inside you.

"Oh, you like it, yeah? Fuck, yeah you do, you're clenching around me, making a mess on my cock. So fucking wet, it's everywhere. I love it, God. Do you like it when I'm like this? Possessive of you, wanting everyone to know you're mine and mine only? Shit, I'm going to fuck you so good and so often that you can't even think about anyone else anymore."

"I'm gonna c-" you whimper, scrunching eyebrows giving you an almost innocent look as you hold onto Yuta for dear life, "gonna cum, fuck, you're making me cum."

"That's right, baby, cum for me. Yeah, that's it, fuck, you're clenching so hard you're almost pushing me out, that's so hot, baby. God, feels so fucking good, where do you want my cum?"

You're panting, heavily, trying to come back to your senses after a mind-blowing orgasm, "i-inside."

"You're so fucking dirty, shit," Yuta groans, burying his face in your neck to suck and bite at your skin, making your eyes roll back at the thought of him marking you as his.

"Cum in me, please, I've been dreaming of this for months," you confess, and it doesn't take long until he does, pushing his hips into yours harshly, filling you up nicely with his hot cum.

You lay there, catching your breaths for a second until Yuta lifts his upper body from yours, and you instantly miss his warmth. Though, when you look at him, it's almost worth it with how fucked out he looks, hair messy and cheeks tinted a gentle pink as he smiles at you.

"Fuck, I'm in love with you," you say before you can stop yourself, but Yuta kisses you, hard and desperately, making you grind yourself against him all over again. "Do you think you can go again?"

"With you, I can go on forever."

Playfully, you hit his shoulder, grinning widely. Whatever your worries had been, now you're sure that if you're with him, you can overcome anything. Whatever the future might have in mind for you, you're with him now, and nothing can change that.

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indica dreams | ldh

plug!hyuck x fem!reader ft. bestie jeno and cousin johnny

summary: when you finally decide to do something about your sleeping problem, your best friend suggests weed as a solution. he introduces you to donghyuck — a plug who makes it his personal mission to teach you everything there is to know about it. 

wc: 11.7k 18+ mdni

cw: fluff, mild angst, smut, weed/marijuana use in multiple forms, unprotected penetrative sex (wrap it up!), creampie, oral (receiving), flirty down bad soft dom!hyuck who's highkey a simp, dirty talk + voice/praise kink, reader has sleep problems and is a chronic overthinker, reader has a bad trip on weed, tender loving and reassurance, baby/sunshine/my girl as petnames

you turn over in your bed for what feels like the hundredth time, eyes shut tight as you groan in frustration. you open your eyes and feel around for your phone, blinding yourself once the screen faces you. 4:23 a.m. great.

when your alarm set for work blares just a few hours later, you feel as though you shut your eyes for only a few minutes, reluctantly getting up to start your day.

this has been happening for a while now — maybe 1 or 2 months? you’re not sure when exactly it started, but you know the stress from work has been affecting your sleep schedule terribly.

you’ve tried melatonin — huge headache the morning after. other methods you tried led to something similar or didn’t work at all, and it frustrates you to no end. after another day of fighting to stay awake at work passes by painfully slow, you sit on your bed brainstorming with your best friend over the phone.

“i think we’ve gotta do something about the stress, then maybe the sleep will come with it?” jeno’s voice rings through the speaker. you can tell he’s just waking up, evident in his low voice and delayed responses.

“like what? quit my job?” you ask sarcastically. “you know i can’t do that.”

“i know, not that.” you can almost hear him shrug. jeno never has any problems sleeping, being able to sleep through the night and even take a nap or two throughout the day with his work from home job.

a lightbulb seems to flash in his head as he lets out a small gasp. “wait,” his voice sounds closer to the phone speaker, and a few seconds later, your phone buzzes with a new message.

6:06pm jenjen: dongfuck 010-xxxx-xxxx

“dongfuck?? who the hell is that?” you ask, confused and almost slightly irritated.

“oh shit, i forgot it sends the contact name and everything,” jeno laughs. “anyways, i think the answer to your problems is some good old weed.”

you pause. it’s not as if that never crossed your mind, in fact it has even before your sleep problem came about.

you never entertained the interest as no one in your friend circle knew enough about weed for you to feel comfortable trying it for the first time and you haven’t had the energy to go out as much, giving you no chance to meet someone who does.

“i could be down? but what do you know about weed, lee jeno?” you ask your friend suspiciously.

“no, not me,” you hear him tap on the phone for emphasis. “that’s where my buddy dongfuck comes in.”

you don’t know why, but your gut feeling tells you that you might be in for more than just a good night’s sleep.

lee donghyuck

the new contact in your phone apparently belonged to the resident stoner of his friend group who hustles as a local plug, and while jeno had his thoughts about the guy, quoting pain in the ass and corny flirt, he couldn’t deny that he knows more about weed than anyone he’s ever met. and as much as jeno talks shit, you know how he’d be if he actually hated the guy.

you had texted the new number nervously, asking if he could give you the basics on getting high, and he had responded with “it’s too much to text” and an address. jeno trusted the guy, so you did your best to brush aside your nerves.

it’s your saturday off when you arrive at the address he sent, triple checking that you are at the right place. your gps leads you to a building that looks like a 2-story house. it’s so lowkey that you probably would have walked right past it if you weren’t looking for it, but upon closer inspection it has a very minimal but aesthetic exterior, with vines running alongside the house’s entrance.

“NCTeaHouse” a sign reads right above the door, and you peek inside the small window in the door to see the interior. your mouth forms an o as you realize the house is in fact a store.

the front door opens suddenly, almost hitting you in the face as you step back in surprise. a dark haired man with rounded glasses peeks his head out from behind the door.

“oops, my bad. __ right?” he asks, a little unsure.

“yeah, and you’re donghyuck?” you ask, taking in the man who looks to be around the same age as you.

“just hyuck is okay, come on in!” he says cheerfully, opening the door fully. “i was wondering when you were gonna come in, saw you wandering around the entrance for a good 5 minutes,” he chuckles.

your face gets hot at the knowledge that he saw you like that. “i was making sure it was the right place, okay?”

he hums and leads you in, and you take in the view of the shop around you. it’s tiny, but warmly decorated, browns and earth tones dominating the space with boxes lined along the shelves and few displays in the middle of the shop. he goes behind the front counter, bent down as he rummages through a box.

you take a look at products at the register, finding that they are different tea bags. glancing back at the displays, you recognize the other boxes to also be different tea brands, and some other products you don’t recognize.

“is this where you sell?” you ask, seeing that he’s still looking for something.

“oh no, not here, this is my side job. we sell tea, coffee, and some other stuff.” he gets up with a smaller box in hand, leaving the register as he beckons you to a back room. “but it’s my cousin’s shop, i just help here when i can.”

the back room is also warmly decorated, simple with 2 couch chairs, a table with a coffee maker, and a tiny fridge with a small burner on top.

“you can sit in one of those chairs, do you want some tea?” he asks. you decline politely and sit as he places a kettle on the small burner, turning it on before sitting on the other chair.

“aren’t you working right now? i don’t want to take up too much of your time,” you ask worriedly, not expecting the address he sent to be his workplace. he shakes his head.

“nah, trust me, we barely get any customers, and if they do they’ll ring the bell out front,” he says, waving his hand. “anyways, jen told me you wanted to learn about weed? what do you want to know?”

you feel your face get hot again. you know quite literally nothing about weed, and to admit that to a friend of a friend is a little embarrassing. but again, if jeno trusts him, so do you.

“to be completely honest.. i know nothing about it. i just know i have trouble sleeping at night and jeno suggested it might help,” you tell him.

“so just for sleep?” he asks.

“well, yes.. and no,” you start. you finally have the opportunity to learn the ropes from someone who actually knows what they were doing, but would he be down knowing you were starting from ground zero? he peers at you, noting that your expression looks a little conflicted.

“hey, no need to feel shy about it. everyone has to start somewhere,” he assures.

his words have more of an effect on you than you would expect, feeling touched at the reassurance of someone you barely know. it’s crazy how one sentence can have you feeling like you can trust him with whatever, but you nod in response.

“i think.. i’d like to learn at least the basics about weed, or even more if you’re willing? i’ve always been interested but never had the chance to explore it, but something tells me that’s what you’re all about,” you let your inner thoughts spill. he noticeably lights up at your words.

“and you’re absolutely right! trust me, as long as you’re willing to learn, i’m more than willing to teach,” he chimes, excited for someone who could potentially be as into weed as he is.

like you, none of his close friends really indulge in the substance, and it’s not like he can smoke on the regular with his customers, so he feels genuine excitement at the prospect of a weed buddy.

the sight of his lit up face at your curiosity really reassures your decision to trust jeno’s recommendation. as if on cue, his kettle starts whistling and he gets up to turn off the burner.

you watch as he pours the water into a mug he had set to the side. your eyes trail over his outfit: a comfortable looking brown hoodie paired with some ripped jeans that hug his long legs just right.

your eyes move back up to his face, only to see him staring back at you with an eyebrow raised.

“like what you see?” he asks with a teasing grin. you groan to hide your embarrassment, now seeing what jeno meant when he called him a corny flirt. but you really were checking him out, so you quickly try to come up with an excuse.

“i’m just thinking you don’t really look like you’d be a plug,” you redirect. he shakes his head.

“and what do you think a plug should look like?” he asks, face the tiniest bit more serious. the question surprises you.

“i guess, a little scarier?” you say quietly. you do imagine a plug being that way — quiet, intimidating, maybe a few tattoos. definitely not the man in front of you with his big brown eyes behind a pair of silver framed glasses, fluffy hair and even fluffier hoodie. he laughs at your answer.

“and that is where you are wrong,” he tuts at you, waving a finger. “stoners come in all shapes and sizes, and this plug of yours just happens to be incredibly charming and handsome.” he wiggles his eyebrows at you, and you can’t hold back your laughter.

aside from the last part, his words ring true, and you feel a little silly at your preconceived notion. one of the main things that has stuck out from him so far is his lack of judgement, and it’s something you admire. maybe this really is a good thing for you.

“anyways, when are we gonna start these lessons?” you ask, returning to your original goal.

“we can start now if you’ve got time,” he smiles, taking a sip of his tea. you check your phone, noting that not too long has passed since you arrived. you don’t have any plans besides trying to catch up on sleep, but you know that will probably be futile. why not?

“i’ve got time,” you let him know, and he meets you with a bright smile. he gets you some water, telling you to get comfy for his “weed 101” course.

“so let’s start with sativa vs. indica.” he types something in his phone, pulling up a slideshow. “all weed will fall into one of these two, or a combination of some sort.”

“you didn’t have to make an entire presentation??” you gasp. he must really be that eager to teach you.

“just let it happen, trust the process,” he insists. “anyways, you’ve got that sleeping problem, so anything indica would be your best friend,” he explains, showing you different examples on his phone.

“and what about sativa?” you ask, and he grins.

“that, my friend, is what you smoke when you want to have fun.”

you quickly realize that there is so much more to weed than you initially thought.

he jumps from topic to topic on different strains, smoking vs. edibles, joints vs. blunts, pipes vs. bongs — it was a lot. your head spins as you try to recall all the information he’s given you, and he takes notice at the shift in your demeanor, even if you try to feign the same eagerness you had coming into it.

“is it too much? we can take it slower, break it into sessions maybe,” he offers. you’re really wowed at how down he actually is to do this, and if you’re being completely honest, hanging out with an attractive guy while learning about and potentially indulging in some weed plus hopefully getting a good night’s sleep out of it? it sounds too good to be true.

“won’t that be taking too much of your time?” you ask worriedly.

“i’m true to my word, as long as you’re willing to learn, sunshine, i’m all yours,” he says, mouth pulled into his same grin as he downs the last bit of his tea, probably cold now after hours of talking. “plus the next few times you come, i’ll bring my stuff so you can try it out.”

you know you aren’t immune to his charms, and your face warms at the affectionate words. despite the corniness jeno complained about, hyuck had a way of keeping you on your toes while giving you an odd feeling of ease.

“i think i’d like that a lot, thank you hyuck,” you beam. an alarm on his phone rings, and his eyes widen.

“it’s already time to close? time flies,” he says getting up from the seat to start closing up shop. you get up too, ready to head home. “wait,” his voice halts you.

“are you hungry?” he asks a little timidly, a stark contrast for how casual he’s been this entire time.

you’ve been there for a while, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t starving at that point. “yeah definitely, my last meal was breakfast,” you recall.

“okay sit tight, then. dinner’s on me, let me close up really quick,” he smiles, and before you can protest, he’s rushing through the break room door. a smile rests on your own face. you pull out your phone to check the time, seeing messages from jeno.

4:29pm jenjen: u ok? he didn’t eat you did he

5:50pm jenjen: dude wait are u ok neither of you are responding to me 5:50pm jenjen: don’t replace me ):

7:15pm you: stop you big baby we were just having a good conversation 7:16pm you: ngl i’m glad you introduced us, i have a good feeling about this jen (:

even after you insist you pay for your own and treat him as thanks for his lessons, hyuck stubbornly refuses and pays for the entire dinner bill. as he pulls up to your apartment to drop you off at home, he places a box in your lap before you exit his car.

“tea?” you ask, eyeing the box. reaching over to your lap again he taps on the box, punctuating his words.

“this right here is something i mixed up a while ago. i’m not the biggest edible person, so when i don’t feel like smoking, i’ll drink some of this. there’s barely any weed in it, but steep it for like a minute and try some an hour or two before you sleep.”

he looks incredibly proud of his own creation, but you’re a bit conflicted. it’s difficult to meet his energy when you’re nervous at the thought of trying weed for the first time on your own.

you don’t voice your nerves, not wanting to dampen his excitement. he’s already given you a lot and you just met the guy.

“thank you hyuck, i appreciate it.” you open his car door, getting down with the box in hand. “see you next week?”

“no problem at all, try that and let me know how it goes okay? i’m kinda not the biggest texter, so call for anything,” he says softly. “i’ll see you next week, sunshine.”

with the nickname sending a buzz through you, you close his car door, padding up to the front of your apartment complex before turning to wave. he waves back, flashing his headlights, and he doesn’t leave until you’re completely inside.

you go into your kitchen, placing the box on your counter. you open it, pulling out a paper accompanied by little tied sachets containing an assortment of dried leaves.

steep for two minutes with boiling water, can steep longer if you want a stronger tea.

-h

you smile to yourself. lifting a sachet to your nose, you note that it smells like a regular bag of tea. he did say there was barely any weed in there, so maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try?

you double back on that thought. you really don’t know how you’re gonna react to it, and the anxieties crawl back up your throat. what if it doesn’t turn out well, and you’re all by yourself with no way of getting the substance out of you?

you don’t want to risk it. you put the contents back in the box and place it in one of your cabinets. maybe you’ll invite jeno over to try it with you so at least you’d have someone with you if it all goes wrong.

you get ready for bed, hoping that the night brings you even a little sleep.

your hopes are unfounded when you wake up to a call from your manager, begging you to come into work to help fix an urgent problem. she promises you double pay and breakfast, and reluctantly, you accept.

you head to work with only the idea of some extra money in your pocket keeping you going, but you know already the second you step foot into your work building that you will be fighting for your life for the next few hours.

by the time the sun has set, you’re dragging yourself through your apartment door, wanting nothing more than to sleep for the next 24 hours. you change out of your work clothes, hopping straight into bed and closing your eyes in hopes that sleep will take you.

when your eyes open an hour later, frustration bubbling at your throat from an hour of tossing and turning despite your utter exhaustion, you rip your sheets off, heading to your kitchen.

you open a cabinet, taking out a familiar little box. you’re willing to give this a try — anything to get some good sleep. but anxieties still run through you as you take out your phone to text your best friend.

8:35pm you: jen wyd?

you wait for a few minutes staring tiredly at your phone until a message pops up.

8:41pm jenjen: out with jaem what’s up?

you sigh, letting your friend know to forget it, and open the box. there sits a familiar note, and you trace over the neat handwritng.

call for anything. hyuck’s words ring in your ears. before you know it, you’re moving on autopilot and repeated ringing sounds through your speaker, his name displayed on the screen.

rrrring. rrrring. with every ring you feel more anxious, debating on just hanging up and resorting to melatonin, and when it reaches his voicemail, your heart sinks.

you end the call, placing your phone in your pocket and deciding to look for your forgotten sleep supplements. you don’t even take more than a couple of steps when your phone starts buzzing. you answer without even checking the id.

“__? what’s up?” his voice rings through the speakers and relief floods your system.

“hyuck, sorry to bother, but are you busy right now?” you ask.

“free for you, and not a bother, don’t apologize,” he says, and you can hear the smile on his voice. your cheeks twitch into a slight smile at his sweet words, but the tiredness seeps into your words.

“i’m gonna try your tea.. i’m so exhausted and i can’t sleep but i’m just so nervous about trying this by myself — oh and i called jeno but he’s busy — i’m sorry i ju-” your sleepy spiel is interrupted by his voice.

“woah, woah, sunshine, let’s slow it down a bit. no need to apologize for anything, really,” he assures.

you feel as though you could cry from the combination of relief and sheer exhaustion, now a little calmer explaining your circumstances and nerves at your first time having any sort of weed.

“hey, go ahead and try it, and i’ll stay on the phone until you fall asleep, okay? you can tell me if you’re feeling bad or weird or anything and i’ll be right here.”

“promise?” you ask hopefully. it’s not ideal to be asking someone you’ve known for literally a day to stay on the phone with you, but your tired mind and body scream sleep over shame.

he laughs. “you’re so cute, yes i promise.” you try not to show how much of an effect his words have on you, masking your stirring feelings by warming some water.

in the next 20 minutes, you’re sitting in bed with a cup of hot tea, taking small sips and letting the aroma waft as you chat over the phone. he’s right, the tea tastes nothing like the pungent scent of weed you are familiar with. his tea is calming and herbal.

“tell me about your day,” he requests, and you start from the call from your manager in the morning, explaining how some intern almost cost your company a client under your project, and you had to save their ass.

“you’re too good for them,” he says smugly.

“you’re just saying that, but thank you,” you reply, and he denies it, whining slightly.

“i would never say anything i don’t mean,” he asserts. he acts offended that you would even insinuate he was only flattering you, and you try not to read too much into his words, now halfway through your cup of tea.

“how about you tell me about your day, hyuck?” you ask, changing the subject.

he’s happy to talk about his day, lamenting spending his entire weekend at the shop, but explains how there were a group of unique customers today.

“this guy came in with a few friends, asking us if we have anything that could calm animals?? i honestly don’t know shit about pets but i don’t think tea and coffee are safe.” you chuckle at his animated telling of the story. “he had reeaaally nice eyebrows, though.”

your cup now sits empty on your nightstand, your head resting heavily on your pillow as you listen to him. he’s so expressive, and you hum in response to his ramblings. you have no thoughts besides how pleasing his voice is to your ears.

your eyes feel heavier and heavier as his voice sounds more and more distant.

when you wake up to your alarm set for work chiming the next morning, you feel the most rested you have in months. checking your phone, you see a missed message notification.

10:48pm hyuck =) : sleep tight, sunshine

a while has passed since your first go at the tea, and it’s three weeks until you are able to see hyuck again. at the beginning of those three weeks, you found that every couple of days hyuck would call, checking in on you. the first few calls never lasted as long as your first did, but soon you found yourself wanting to hear more of his voice.

you started to ask him how his day was before he could hang up, and after a few times of sharing back and forth, nightly calls to talk about your days became a routine.

in all honesty, you wanted to see him sooner, but the work days kicked your ass and different friends made plans on your days off. despite the chaos in other parts of your life, it felt like your nightly calls were what got you through the tiring days.

you were almost out of tea, and resorted to having the tea every other day to save. something must have shifted when you met hyuck, as even without the tea, sleep came much easier with the exception of a few days.

when you call hyuck on a friday night after work, hoping to restock and spend some time with him over the weekend, he meets your request with enthusiasm.

“didn’t realize you missed my lessons so much, my #1 student,” his teasing rings over the speakers.

“actually, youtube is sounding really good right about now,” you reply, putting up a flat tone at his remarks.

“i’m kiddinggggg jeez, come to the shop around 6 tomorrow? dress warm, we’ll try something new,” he instructs, and you agree.

sitting in your living room, you take a sip of the usual tea, noting that you’re down to your last bag. you drift off to sleep that night, and instead of the anxieties you had felt the night before the first time you met him, excitement floods your system at the thought of seeing him.

the next day’s lesson brings you to a new location, still NCTeaHouse, but the cozy back patio behind the store. strung up hanging lights are already lit, given how the sun has started to set, and the lounge couch makes it look like an ideal hangout spot.

“if you see me napping back here one of these days, you better not say anything,” you joke with hyuck.

“you’re always free to, as long as i’m invited,” he winks and you’re shaking your head at his unabashed self. you’ve gotten a lot more used to his flirty words, coming to expect at least a line or two during your nightly conversations.

“anyways, you’re probably wondering why we came out here tonight.” you nod, and he lays the contents of his pockets on the small table in front of the two of you.

“i thought we could try smoking today, if you’re comfortable,” he grins, arranging everything on the table, and you’re impressed by the assortment.

he’s got different bags of weed, wrapping papers, lighters, and little tins. he gets right into explaining, pulling out the contents of the tins. he holds up two rolls, one a little thicker than the other.

“this right here is a joint, it’s just weed. this thicker one is a blunt. it’s got nicotine in the paper so the high is a little different.” he hands them to you to look at and continues. “i prefer blunts, but depending on what you put in them, a regular joint would probably be better for someone who hasn’t smoked before.”

you never doubted jeno’s words, but hyuck really is living up to your friend’s praise of his weed knowledge. you nod in understanding at his clear explanations, handing them both back to him. he sets aside the joint and starts to put away the blunt until you stop him.

“let’s do the blunt,” you quickly interject. despite wanting to go with the more beginner-friendly option, something in you wanted to do what he liked. maybe that way you could get a little taste of his world.

“wait, are you sure? it might be a bit harsh,” he warns.

“trust me, i can take it,” you say stubbornly. he pauses almost unnoticeably with an unreadable expression at your words before it shifts into a dubious look.

“if you say soooo,” he teases. you slap his arm lightly, huffing as he laughs before getting up to grab some water before you begin. he settles back into the couch once he’s back. he picks out a blunt and his lighter, turning to you with a more serious expression.

“this high will probably feel a bit more intense than anything the tea could do, so just take it easy okay? if you start feeling bad, please tell me,” he emphasizes. “promise?” he holds out his pinky.

you nod, linking your own pinky around his. he tightens the hold and you feel your heart tighten a bit in turn. the emotions whirling in you are too complex to decipher, ranging from slight anxiety at the thought of actually being high to gratitude for hyuck’s reassurance.

“just watch, okay?” he places the blunt between his lips, lighter flicking at its edge as he inhales for a few seconds. he holds the smoke in, rotating the blunt a few times before straining his neck up to exhale a hefty cloud of smoke.

the sight leaves you breathless. hyuck is attractive, and of that you have been sure since the day you met.

but this hyuck, sitting next to you in his black leather jacket and dark jeans on the baggier side stirs something inside of you. it’s just one hit, but you’re outright entranced by his movements. he brings the blunt back to his mouth for another hit, and flicks it on an ash tray sitting on the table as he holds in the smoke.

your eyes don’t leave his hands, adorned in a few simple rings as he moves as if it’s just muscle memory, smooth and rehearsed. he again lifts his head to release the smoke, and this time you can see a vein that trails down his thick neck as it comes into full view.

what is likely not even half a minute feels like an eternity to you, and it takes a couple calls of your name to snap you out of your trance.

“earth to __? wanna try now?” hyuck waves his hand in front of you, offering the freshly ashed blunt.

“just a couple seconds, and not too strong of a pull. hold it in for a few seconds before releasing the smoke,” he instructs as you pick it out of his grasp. you nod, bringing it to your mouth.

you do as he says, pulling only for a few seconds before passing it back to him, intending to hold the smoke in. you don’t get to that point though, for as soon as the two second mark hits, your throat constricts as you involuntarily cough up the smoke you pulled from the blunt.

curses leave hyuck’s mouth as he quickly puts out the blunt, scrambling to hand you the water he brought earlier. you take it quickly, letting the water soothe your throat as you continue coughing between sips.

“are you okay?” he asks, worried expression on his face.

“i-i’m good, i thought i was gonna do better than that for my first one though,” you admit sheepishly.

“hey, we’ve got a lot of time to practice,” he reassures.

you’re not sure if the weed is already hitting you, but the warm hanging lights seem to illuminate his face even more. his fingers play with a silver chain laying on his white shirt.

“do you want to try another? or are you good?” he asks, peering into your face to check for any signs of dicomfort.

“i’ll try one more time,” you resolve, and he grins, firing the lighter back up. he holds the blunt up in front of you, and your hand moves to grab it, but he doesn’t let go, keeping it steady in front of your mouth.

“go for it, sunshine,” he gives you the go ahead, still holding it for you as your mind screams at the intimacy. you lean forward a bit to take a small hit of the blunt, trying to ignore his eyes burning into you. you make sure to inhale a little less than the first time.

“goood, just like that, now hold it in for a bit.”

you lean back into the chair as hyuck brings the blunt to his own lips, taking a drag out of it as he watches you carefully. this time, your throat doesn’t constrict, and you blow the smoke upwards emulating his earlier movements.

“that’s my girl,” he praises, smile stretched wide. you were doing so well, but his praise catches you at the very last bit of smoke leaving your throat, causing a hitch in your throat as you lightly cough.

he hands you the water again, patting your back as you curse under your breath.

“don’t worry, it’s still your first time, and i’ve heard coughing after smoking gets you even higher,” he coos, pats turning into gentle circles on your back.

you feel hyperaware of his touch, but when his hand separates from your form a piece of you longs to have it back. you glance at him as he takes another hit. you might not necessarily know what feeling high feels like yet, but whatever you’re feeling right now might just be it.

the anxiety and gratitude you felt coming into the smoke session has melted into something else — a desire of some sort that you can’t put your finger on. you know that’s not from the substance now in your system.

all you know is that the fuzzy feeling in your body and mind along with the dark-haired man next to you is something you could get used to.

after that day, something definitely shifted. you see hyuck a lot more, and every time he comes more than excited to teach you something new.

the next time you see him it’s pipes. he came prepared with two — one for you and him, and sent you home with the one you were using once you got the hang of it, insisting it liked you better.

another time is bongs. this one was pretty hard for you to get a hang of, and his hands guided yours on how to hold the bong and when to take out the bowl. it was hard to stay focused on the steps with his casual physical contact, so you’d have to revisit that.

one of the days, he even brings his dab rig set up to show you. you were completely lost with this one, and he didn’t force it, just assuring you that you could always come to him and he’d have it all ready and set for you.

he takes pride in showing you his creations, and is always quick to affirm you as you learn. while he never explicitly said he was doing it, you could tell after the first time you smoked that he wanted to find ways to make smoking a little easier on you.

you recall a specific day you came over to the shop, promised the “hyuckie special” by its namesake over the phone the night before. you were surprised to see someone other than hyuck in the shop once you arrived, especially since it was after hours.

“are you the one donghyuck’s been bringing around here?” a tall man with ashy brown hair tucked behind his ears stood behind the counter. he was really handsome, but also slightly intimidating. the tattoos on his exposed arms reminded you of your initial idea of what a plug looked like.

you muttered a timid yes as you approached the man. he definitely looked a little older than you and hyuck.

“johnny, i’m the owner of your little love nest,” he joked, hand reached out to shake yours.

you shook his hand, introducing yourself as you tried to tell him you’re just friends. before you could, hyuck busted through the front door, eyes going to your joined hands.

he stomped up to you, throwing an arm around your shoulder as you stepped back from the counter.

“what are we talking about?” he asked, pointed look at johnny. johnny just laughed loudly, clutching his stomach as you stood there, confused.

“relax lover boy,” he regained composure, turning to you. “thanks for keeping him busy, i should’ve known something was up when he stopped texting me every week whining about the shop.”

hyuck’s hand tightened around your shoulder, and he started tugging you around the back.

“don’t listen to him, bye,” he called not even looking back. johnny just waved, trying to keep down another laugh at his cousin’s erratic behavior.

“bye, __, see you around!” he waved, you returning it as best you could as hyuck pushed you through the door. as soon as you reached the back patio, a sulky hyuck started grumbling.

“you won’t be seeing him, he’s barely at his own shop anyways.” he plopped down on the couch, emptying his pockets as usual.

a lilac colored tin stuck out among his materials, and you picked it up to see what it was. his familiar neat handwriting spelled out your name.

“made that one for you, think you’d really like it,” he noticed you observing it, sulkiness gone.

a floral, herbal scent wafted to your senses once you opened it, and inside you saw a few joints.

“that’s the hyuckie special — or should i say the __ special?” he pondered, taking them from you to show them off. “i know you secretly prefer joints so don’t argue with me, but this one is a custom blend of a hybrid strain and dried lavender, you know, for your sleeping problem.”

you didn’t know what to say besides thank you over and over, touched at his consideration and the fact that he made a blend just for you. only for you.

from then on, that special blend quickly became your favorite as it really did help you relax a bit more. he would have his blunts of choice while you settled on the special formula made just for you.

your time with hyuck definitely shifted, but it wasn’t the only thing — something in you shifted as well.

that desire you felt that first night you smoked only burns brighter and hotter — the phone calls aren’t ever enough anymore, you need to see him, to be with him. even with a busy schedule with work and other friends, you make time, because being with him feels like nothing you have ever felt before.

somewhere along the routine of monotony in your life, maybe you subconsciously pushed yourself to the back of your priorities. but with hyuck, the way he takes care of you just makes you feel so prioritized, so seen.

he remembers your favorites and preferences even if mentioned only in passing, teases you with inside jokes only he could know, follows up on any gossip or worries you share, picks you up and drops you off at home, and never lets you pay for anything — food or weed alike.

you’ve never had an easier time falling asleep, with or without weed, and you can only assume that this connection with hyuck gave you a way of navigating the anxieties and negative feelings that plagued you. he felt like your person.

you could swear jeno’s eyes could fall out of his head from how wide-eyed he stares at you as you tell him all of this, from the generous lessons to the custom blend to your complex feelings growing by the day.

“you better not tell him any of this,” you warn, but jeno’s expression is still in shock. “what is it?”

“are you sure we’re talking about the same guy? hyuck? like lee donghyuck??” jeno asks in disbelief.

“yes?? who else would i be talking about?” you’re confused by your best friend’s reaction.

“no fucking way, because the hyuck i know would never do any of that. i don’t even think he knows when my birthday is,” he says.

“to be fair, i don’t think he knows when mine is either?” you offer. jeno looks straight into your eyes, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“no i mean to say — he doesn’t pay anyone that much attention, even his friends, and i know he’d never willingly shell out his weed money, let alone every single time you’re together,” he explains. “i thought the weed lesson was gonna be a one- or two-time thing, not a whole series.”

you didn’t think so either. the time you spend together isn’t even lesson-like anymore, with it just being smoke or tea sessions with endless conversation. there’s no clear definitions, but you know you need to ask jeno’s opinion.

“do you think he likes me? like likes me?” you ask your best friend. it feels silly to ask like that, to have feelings that makes you unable to think of anyone else.

but you ask even though you think you know. you’d be blind to not notice his actions, the look in his eyes, and johnny’s insinuations. jeno’s surprise at his special treatment of you is just further confirmation.

“honestly, in my eyes he’s down bad, but do you like him?” jeno asks, unsure if he’s liking where your conversation is going.

you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t. somewhere along the course of this whole thing, that desire that planted the first time you ever met him grew every time afterward and bloomed into something you could no longer contain.

you never tried to deny it, but you’re realizing this is your first time actually admitting it. you look down, suddenly shy under the focused gaze of your best friend.

“jen, i do. i really do like him,” you confess, entire body warming at the quiet declaration.

jeno’s quiet for a second before letting out a groan in response. you look up to see him with a hand over his face.

“what’s wrong?” you’re slightly offended at that response, but jeno just shakes his head.

“nothing, just always knew he was a corny flirt, just never thought you’d eat that up,” he muses. “he’s annoying, but he’s not a bad guy.”

“should i tell him?” you ask, hoping for advice. jeno shrugs.

“that’s up to you, i don’t know what your relationship with him looks like besides what you’ve told me,” he replies, not giving you an answer you so desperately want. “what i do know is i’ll kick his ass if he ever hurts you, and you can never replace me. got it?”

you lunge at your best friend, squeezing him affectionately and barraging him with promises of unchanging friendship.

you sit at your dining table reading the label of a little bag.

“a friend left this at mine the other day and told me to keep it, but i don’t fuck with weed so you can have it, little miss stoner,” jeno had said, giving you a bag of gummy edibles before dropping you off at home after dinner.

you thanked him for it at the time, taking it with you inside. edibles are the form of weed you are least experienced with. hyuck had explained them briefly, but you’ve never done them with him since he doesn’t really like them too much. he reasoned that smoking helps him control his intake better.

you’re feeling a little daring tonight, however. you have a lot more experience with weed now, and your tolerance has definitely risen.

though you’re a little nervous about trying them without hyuck, it’s too late to call and you feel a bit more confident at your weed capabilities. the you from the beginning of this weed journey would be surprised at how much you’ve changed.

it’s just a little gummy, how bad could it be? plus you have the next day off, kicking that worry. you pull out a single pineapple gummy, splitting it into halves before eating one. you settle into your couch, turning on your tv to let the edible kick in.

when an hour passes and you still don’t feel anything, you’re confused. you look up how long it takes for an edible to hit and check the package for an expiration date, but everything seems fine. has your tolerance risen that much?

you pick up the other half of the gummy, looking at it carefully before deciding it wouldn’t hurt to have a little more. the dosage per piece is not anything concerning, so you eat the other half without thinking too much.

when your eyes start to blur in the next 5 minutes, you know you’ve made a mistake.

you’re glued to your couch, staring at the ceiling as the high runs through your body, feeling a slight tingle from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, coming and going in intense waves. your thoughts race, and 99% of your thoughts are consumed by hyuck, hyuck, and hyuck.

an uncertain amount of time has passed, your phone forgotten somewhere in your apartment, but you feel like you’re in an endless cycle of a million thoughts turning into no thoughts at all, all while your body is experiencing such a new, yet heavy feeling.

the smoking high is definitely different from this edible high, and you start to understand why hyuck prefers the former.

you don’t feel like you’re in control of yourself at all, and the feeling is entirely too overwhelming. the second half of that edible hits, with the high intensifying and your thoughts jumping yet again.

a feeling of dread runs through you.

you had been doing well keeping a general positive/neutral train of thought on that first half of the edible, but the second a single negative thought hits you, you find yourself unable to stop the spiral.

why did you do this to yourself? don’t you need to focus on other things? are you going to let this be another thing that drags you down? what does hyuck really think of you? do you really think he feels the same way as you?

you fight back against your own thoughts, wrestling to tell yourself that everything with him has been nothing but good, but the intensity of this high brings an entirely new side to all of this — paranoia.

hyuck had explained before that paranoia could come with being high, but you had overtime forgotten the possibility. being high has given nothing but good times and relaxation, but all of that could probably be attributed to the company you had getting there.

you don’t even realize you have tears streaming out of your eyes until your hand comes back wet after rubbing your face.

it’s all too much, and more than anything your mind screams that you need hyuck.

you force yourself to get up, hazy eyes looking for your phone, spotting it on the dining table.

12:27am. hyuck should still be awake gaming, and you can only hope that he is. you crumple to the floor as you quickly find his contact and call him.

only one ring passes when he picks up.

“what’s up, sunshine?” his voice rings through the speaker and you can hear the click of his mouse and keyboard in the background. immediately a sense of relief washes through your body, slightly breaking through the high and has the tears flowing harder than before.

“h-hyuck,” you sob, and immediately the sound of clicking stops.

“are you crying? what’s wrong? are you okay?” his concern makes you want to cry even more, but more than that you want him here with you.

“hyuck, i-i took an edible and i think i took too much and i’m so overwhelmed right now — i can’t stop thinking and crying and i’m just so scared,” you weep, and you hear rustling coming from the phone and the clinking of keys before you’re even done with your sentence.

“stay on the phone with me, baby, i’ll be right there, what’s your apartment number?”

he really knows you like the back of his hand. somehow, he knows that what you need most is him. even if he didn’t know that, the fact that he’s rushing over without you even having to ask helps you shut down the voices that tell you he doesn’t care.

10 minutes of affirmations and sweet words come as you cry, trying so desperately to hold back from telling him everything you’ve been feeling, including what you feel about him.

when his call cuts off with a knock at your front door, you stumble over to let him in, legs having fallen asleep from your position on the floor as you called him.

as soon as you open the door and see him, hair freshly washed and in a hoodie and sweats, the anxiety leaves you like a spell. his glasses are slightly fogged, and he’s catching his breath from rushing up here.

the second he gets a glimpse of your puffy eyes and tear streaked face, he comes in, enveloping you in the warmest, tightest hug.

you immediately melt into him, wrapping your arms around him as he leans back against the front door. you stay there for a few minutes, emptying your eyes out as he comforts you.

“hey, why is my pretty girl crying? what are you so scared of? i’m right here,” he coos as one arm remains securely around you as the other hand alternates between patting your head and massaging the back of your neck.

when the tears seem to have subsided, he waddles over with you still in his arms to your living room couch, and you remain firmly attached to him. he checks your face for anymore tears, and when he finds none, sits you on the couch to get you some water.

“where are your cups?” he asks, checking the cabinets, and you tell him there’s bottles in the fridge. you look at him from your spot on the couch, and immediately feel your heart pang.

this is the first time he’s actually been inside your apartment, but you can’t help but think that he looks so perfect here — that your living space somehow feels more complete than it ever has.

when he sits down with you, handing you tissues and water, he has a hand on your arm, rubbing up and down as you gulp down some water, only now realizing how dry your mouth is.

“so you wanna tell me what’s going through that pretty head of yours? and who you got these edibles from? because i know it wasn’t fucking me.” some agitation peeks through his otherwise neutral tone, but his eyes are serious as he waits for your answer.

you tell him about how jeno gave it to you, and hand him the package as he reads the label.

“you had one piece right? that should be fine, but it looks like you might be a bit more sensitive to this since it’s your first time with edibles.” he scolds you lightly, tapping your forehead. “still, i wish you would have called me to at least be on the phone with you when you tried it.”

“i-i wanted to, trust me. but it was late and i thought i could handle it,” you explain.

“that’s why i hate those things, only take them when i really want to feel high as shit, but look what they’ve done to you, baby,” he frowns, going back to rubbing your arms up and down. “any weed needs, you come to me, okay? don’t need my girl going to others for that when i’ve got more than enough.”

my girl.

you realize in your hazy state that his usual “sunshine” has been replaced with other, more endearing, names — my girl, my pretty girl, baby. the sound of his voice has always been addicting to you, but the affectionate names leaving his mouth take it a step further.

you want to hear more. with a boldness that could only be fueled by the weed still running its course through your system, you lean into him, laying your head on his shoulder.

“can you call me that again?” you murmur into his shoulder.

“what?” his voice right next to your ear sends chills all over your body.

“you know.. your girl.. i really like how that sounds.” immediately he’s separated from you, hands holding you at the upper arms as he looks at you with wide eyes.

“what?” he repeats again, and you could almost laugh at how shocked he looks at you mentioning a name he called you.

“your girl.. or baby too..” you say, dazed. you are definitely coming down from your high, but the ensuing sleepiness is making you even more honest. but more than anything, you want to be honest with him right now.

“wanna be your baby, hyuck.”

he lets out a pained groan at your words, running a hand over his face.

“__, you’re high as fuck. you don’t know what you’re saying,” he says, bottom lip between his teeth.

“i know what i’m saying,” you hook your finger around his chain, tugging him a little closer. “i want you to be my baby, too.”

you lean in, closing the distance between you as your faces hover just centimeters from each other. hyuck holds his breath, eyes darting from your glossy eyes down to your lips. he can’t help it, eyes getting hazy as you close the distance, kissing him.

he returns your energy, pressing closer to you with his hands grasping your waist. he moves to deepen the kiss, but after a few seconds the pressure on your waist increases, shutting his eyes tighter before pushing you back slightly.

“i hope you still mean this in the morning, because i want to be yours too,” he has a slightly pained smile. “but you’re so high right now, i don’t want to do anything you’d regret once you’re sober.” you whine at him trying to kiss him again while he stops you, holding your shoulders.

“don’t tempt me, you don’t know how hard you’re making this for me, baby.” he gets up, tugging you up along with him. “let’s get you to bed, sunshine.” he lets you lead him to your bedroom, his hands set on your shoulders, and you plop down on your bed, eyes already heavy.

you hold out your arms to him.

“sleep here tonight?” you ask, and he groans after slapping a hand over his eyes.

“you’re testing me,” he chokes out. you jut out your lower lip, but your eyes threaten to shut any moment.

“i’m not testing you, i just want to wake up to you, is that too much to ask?” in his eyes, you look so cute cuddled up in your bed, eyes begging him to stay. his heart soars as he realizes the sight he’s seen in his dreams could be a reality, starting now.

“i really can’t win against you, just give me a second.” he leaves for a little while, turning off the lights throughout your apartment and making sure the front door is locked before sliding into bed with you.

he immediately pulls you by the waist closer to him, and you, drifting to sleep, cuddle into his chest.

“i won’t do anything okay? don’t worry about anything,” he promises sincerely.

“thank you hyuck.. thank you..” you mumble a bit, nuzzling into him further, sleep taking over. he just holds you tighter.

“sleep tight, sunshine.”

that’s the last thing you hear before you enter into a deep, deep sleep, feeling secure and warm wrapped up in hyuck’s arms.

you wake up to soft snoring and long arms wrapped around you, and as you rub the sleep from your eyes his face comes into full view.

hyuck is sleeping so peacefully in front of you, and if one thing remains from your raging high last night, it’s that hyuck just fits perfectly in your space, it feels overwhelmingly good in his arms, and you want him here always.

“i like you,” the words come out as a whisper as you brush some hair from his forehead. he pops one eye open, elliciting a gasp from you.

“all good, sunshine?” he asks, and you nod. in a second he’s closing the distance between you two, laying a tender kiss on your lips. his arms tighten around you as you lean into him, letting yourself indulge in his warm kisses.

“this isn’t a dream right?” you ask sleepily, and he chuckles at the way you open and close your eyes to see if he’s still there.

“you dream about me?” he grins, and you hide your face back in his chest, nodding slowly. “good, because i dream about you too.”

any sleepiness you had has dissipated completely, and you feel like your heart would explode if you met his eyes right now. his hand, however, meets your chin to tilt your head back up.

“i like you too, by the way, if it wasn’t already obvious,” and with his own confession he meets your lips once more.

it takes a while for the two of you to get out of bed, with both of you dozing off and on, sharing lazy kisses and cuddles until hyuck’s stomach starts rumbling.

“maybe we should get something to eat?” you suggest, starting to slip off the blanket. he’s quick to try and stop you, but before he can catch you you’ve stood up, tugging hyuck by the arm.

“5 more minutes, pleaaaase,” he whines, arm going limp at your efforts to get him up.

“it’s already almost dinnertime, hyuck,” you check your phone, surprised at how much time has passed. his glasses sit next to your phone on the nightstand. while you’re distracted, he sits up at the edge of the bed, looking at you with a darker expression.

his hands trail down your waist, squeezing lightly once he reaches your hips. you drop your phone to be met with his hooded eyes trained on your lips. his eyes meet yours, and your breath hitches as he tightens his grip on your hips.

“i think i’d like to eat something else,” he whispers, leaning into your neck, peppering kisses from the bottom of your chin down your throat. you let out a surprised whimper at the sensation, chills running down your arms.

you move your head down, wanting to kiss him, and as if he reads your mind, his lips meet yours with a passion mirroring the one from the night before.

“lay down, let me get my fill, sunshine,” he urges, feeling himself already incredibly hard at the thought of himself between your legs.

“we’ve been in bed all day, we should take showers and eat first or something,” you start, but you’re cut off with a sharp tug, hyuck pulling you beside him. he sinks to his knees by your legs hanging off the bed.

“later, i need you so bad, you have no idea.” his hands move under your shirt as he loops his hands in the waistband of your sleep shorts.

“do you want this, baby?” he asks as you lean back on your arms, meeting his pleading eyes from his spot between your legs. you gnaw on your lip, already feeling the dampness on your panties. you do want this. so bad.

“i want you, hyuck,” you give him the go ahead. he’s more than willing to give you everything you want and more. he pulls your shorts down your legs, groaning at the sight of the wet patch on your underwear.

he pulls that off as well, spreading your lips with his pointer and middle fingers as he admires your core.

“stop staring, it’s embarrassing,” you look away, hips shifting as you feel yourself getting more and more turned on by the second.

“just admiring, baby,” he states warmly, glancing up at your embarrassed expression as he wraps his arms around your legs, hands digging in as he grabs at the flesh of your thighs.

he leans in, licking a stripe from your entrance up to your clit, ending his trail with a swirl of your bud. you moan out at the sensation, clutching at your sheets as he really gets his fill.

he’s messy, tongue going from prodding at your entrance to his face moving side to side over your clit. a growl leaves his throat as he feels your hands move to grip his hair.

“you don’t even know what you were doing to me last night, baby,” he groans into your cunt. “had me going fucking crazy.”

one of his arms unwraps from your thigh, hand pushing at your legs to keep them spread as his long fingers prod at your entrance, one entering you slowly as you grip his hair even tighter. he drags it in and out of you in time with the circles he licks around your clit.

“you’re my baby, right?” he asks, voice sending vibrations through you. he inserts another finger into your entrance and curls them into you, feeling around for a spot that will get you moving just right. he’s stretching you out so well, getting you prepared, wanting you to feel good.

you can’t even respond, already feeling your mind start to wander off, feeling a high so different from every other one he’s shown you. he finds a spot that makes you squeal just a bit higher, and he pistons his fingers in and out to hit that spot just right.

“where’s my sunshine from last night? the one hanging on to me, cute as fuck,” he recalls your high state, how you just melted into him in a different way from how he had you now.

“come on, one more time, don’t you remember? wanna be your baby, hyuck,” raising his voice to a teasing tone in a half-hearted imitation of you. his fingers don’t falter in the slightest.

“please sunshine, let me hear that again?” your mouth, open from the cries leaving you, can’t form any words. he leans down to lay a hard suck on your clit, sending you over the edge as you cry out, legs clamping down on his head as he rides out your orgasm.

he detaches from you as your legs drop, and he stands up between them to get a full view of you fucked out for him.

“fuck, baby, you look so fucking good right now. straight out of my dreams.” he palms himself over his sweats, feeling like he could burst any second, before ripping off his hoodie.

the sight of him standing over you, silver chain lying on his bare chest, is also something out your own dreams. you can feel yourself clench seeing his cock straining through his sweats. you catch your breath, mustering the energy squeeze him between your thighs.

in a second he’s pulling his sweats down, hard member slapping his stomach as he lays it on top of your core, admiring how it looks on your body.

“does my pretty girl need to be filled up?” he teases, pushing your legs up as he starts to tease at your entrance with his tip. you want it so bad, need it.

“then let me hear it, you’re my baby, right?” he lets his tip catch onto your entrance as you gasp.

“f-fuck, hyuck, i’m your baby! i’m your ba-” the second half of the word comes out as a shriek at the feeling of him entering you, bottoming out right away thanks to his prep. the feeling of being so full winds you, stealing the air from your lungs.

he hisses as your pussy grips him, throwing his head up. you can see the vein on his neck protruding, thick neck strained as he tries to get himself in check.

“relax for me, please baby,” he pleads through gritted teeth, circling your clit. “can’t move like this, i’ll cum too soon.”

you breathe in and out as the two of you try to reel it in, and his hips start to move slowly as he feels you adjust to him.

“you’ve been my baby since the day we met,” he breathes out. “since the time you told me you could take it.”

his voice has always been addicting, over the phone, in person, sober or high, but the way he talks to you in this moment just stirs something in your gut. you can’t stop yourself from clenching at his words.

“oh, you like when i talk to you like that?” he pulls out to push you up so your legs are no longer hanging off the bed, making his way to hover above you as he re-enters you.

“you’ve always been so good for me, always so eager to learn, always so willing to take everything i give you,” he lowers himself as he says this straight into your ear. his hips pick up the pace again, hissing at the clench from his words.

“can you, f-fuck, can you take it now?” he breathes out as he feels himself reaching you deeper and deeper.

“i-i can take it, hyuck, i can take it,” you moan out, tears pricking at your eyes as you shut them tight. he’s fucking you so well, and you can only moan as you do just that — take everything he’s giving you.

“you know ’d never do any of this for anyone else, o-only you baby, just wanna make my girl happy,” your heart clenches at his words along with your pussy.

“thought m-my heart was gonna stop when, shit, w-when you called me crying,” his words come out more choked as his hips rut against yours more desperately, starting to feel his own high coming.

“need to be with you a-always, be the only reason you’re crying.” you can only chant his name and yes as you feel the band in your stomach start to get tighter and tighter.

“i’d fucking do anything for you, i’m yours,” he chokes out, and your nails dig into his back.

“i’m your baby, i’m yours, i’m yours,” you repeat, brain unable to form anything else. his kisses your neck before moving his head back above you, his chain swinging against your face as his pelvic bone slaps against your clit harshly.

he moves his head up to kiss you deeply, messy remnants of your own arousal still on his toungue. the bed is creaking under the harsh movements as you get closer and closer.

tears stream down the sides of your face as the band snaps, sending you hurling over the edge as your back arches, gripping onto him tightly.

he curses under his breath repeatedly, hips stuttering to push through the tightness as he cums inside with a loud groan, pushing his head into your neck as he fills you up completely.

he goes limp on top of you, lying there for a bit as you both catch your breath. his softening cock is still inside of you, and you can feel yourself getting drowzy until his stomach rumbles.

he hisses as he pulls out, rolling over to lie down next to you. you turn your head to look at him, entire body spent. your eyes meet his, so soft and full of awe. he looks just as worn, but little do you know, he’s just getting started.

“round 2 after dinner?”

the next morning, a half-asleep hyuck nuzzles you to wake you up, having set an alarm for your work shift.

“sleep okay, sunshine?” his morning voice is deep and groggy, and it’s taking everything in you to not call out for the day.

you feel pretty well rested until you realize how sore your entire body is as soon as you try to wiggle out of his bear hug. his arms wrapped around you are unmoving as he tries unsuccessfully to fully wake himself up as well.

forcing yourself to sit up, you rub your sore back. his hands are still stubbornly attached to your form.

“like a baby,” you reply. you grab your phone, checking your schedule for today, concluding that it’s flexible enough to take a sick day. you text your manager, settling back into hyuck’s arms as you tell him you’re staying home. eyes still half-closed, he presses kisses into every part of your face his lips can find.

“good.” his response is simple as he speaks with his actions, pulling you in closer as the two of you drift back into sleep.

you’re content knowing that your mission to get rid of your sleeping problem was a 100% success, in more ways than just through weed, and that it’s ending with you having more than you could have asked for.

end.

a/n: if you got to the end, thank you so much for reading!!! i know i say this about every fic i've written, but this one was truly truly self-indulgent. it's my first full fic for my ult, longest fic yet, and a birthday present to myself :')

i really appreciate all the support for everything even though i have long gaps between releases. i have had sm fun, and i hope you all enjoy!! this one's more plot than porn but it's def getting a pt2 that's the opposite (it's already planned). thank you again, feedback always loved and appreciated!!

disclaimer: know your limits when consuming weed of any kind. also not all edibles are bad and can be so chill, just for my personal experience my own tolerance of edibles is low compared to smoking 😭 reactions/tolerances vary among people (edibles work better than smoking for many!) but pls be in safe place or with trusted people if you are trying weed for the first time !!!

-coco ♡

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