#Lee donghyuck imagines

[xotaemintol]

Obsessive perverted Hyuck x reader//short/oneshot

WARNING: this contains obsessive behaviors, stealing, Somnophilia, unprotected sex, masturbation, oral sex, nipple play, and breeding. Please do not read if any of these thing trigger you, thank you so much. Minors DO NOT interact.

Sorry it’s short ☹︎ I low-key have writers block and its beating my asssss but I still wanna post, bc I missed all of October I'm using November to post anything spooky/dark so bare with me PLEASE! Also, I will be posting asks soon so if you've sent any then please look forward☺︎

wc: n/a

Hyuck being so overly touchy with you when he isn’t glued to his phone, sniffing you and asking if he can have your underwear. Its no wonder how you came to find out that he was obsessed with you.

Of course if you said yes, you knew what he would do with them and didn’t care. Just like you expected he takes them home and cums into them—using them as a rag from that point on. It didn’t take long for those to become completely ruined, immediately after he asked for another pair, but when you said no he just snuck into your room and stole a pair; the prettiest, softest pair he could find.

Even stealing one of your bras and a bottle of perfume so he can smell you when he jerks off. He becomes such a pervert that your perfume, underwear, and bras just aren’t enough. So he started taking pictures of you for him to jerk off to, asking if he can record when you give him head.

You knew he used them to jerk off. But you couldn’t imagine how far he was going, playing the videos while he humps the pillow he put your bra and underwear on, after spraying the room with your perfume. Staring at his wall that is decorated with the nudes you sent. Along with pictures that are more wholesome—like ones of you smiling, your outfit, date nights, and even pictures of you sleeping.

The wall became more of a shrine as time passed, he even tapped a loc of your hair—after collection a bunch of tiny strains; to the wall with underwear, napkins you’ve used to wipe away your lip gloss, and even pairs of your discarded lashes—now covered in his cum.

Eventually though, he had to move it to his unused guest room because you decide to go to his place for a change. And he hid it thinking that you haven’t noticed all of your missing things—of course you noticed. His secret obsession was never as secret as he thought, but poor, sick hyuck just can’t get caught being the sicko he truly is.

But he also can’t stop, which leads him to groping you as you lay beside him sleeping. Slipping his hand underneath your loose top and brushing his fingers over your harden nipple, trying his hardest to breath quietly as to not wake you up.

Eventually, he moves on to something more risky when you remain in your sleeping state and decides to push your shirt up so he can see your boobs. He quickly goes from just touching them to kissing them, sucking your nipples and only stopping when you begin to stir in your sleep.

His lack of self control might be the blame for the way he carefully slides your underwear off, practically moaning when he notices how wet you are. He can’t help but stop to sniff your underwear, wrapping them around his cock as he jerks off over your body.

He never imagined he’d do something so deprived and desperate, but he loves you so much and thinks you’re just too pretty.

It’s not until he sees you move again that he realizes what he’s doing. Feeling ashamed he starts to try putting your underwear back on him, but as he’s pushing them up your calf’s you stop him. Not revealing that you’d been awake the whole time, only asking him what he was doing.

In his humiliated state he tries to string together some sort of lie, anything to dig himself out of the hole he’s in—but he can’t, and he doesn’t have to. Instead of shaming him like he expected, you tell him to continue; making him eat you out while he desperately grinds against the bed.

He’s so in love with eating you out that he doesn’t even stop when you finish. Continuing to please your body to the point of overstimulation as he gets high on the sounds you make and the taste of you. Not even when you try pushing his head away or closing your legs does he think of pulling away, you have to pull him by his hair—yanking his head away in order to stop him.

By this point, he hadn’t cum himself. He was too busy eating you out to focus on his own release, but you couldn’t let it end there. Luckily for you though, you didn’t have to ask.

Before you could say anything he began begging to fuck you. Caressing your legs as he looked at you with hazy eyes, his face flushed and his cock throbbing—twitching and leaking between his legs. His longish curly hair, is messy and he’s sweating before you can even say yes. The second you do, he’s practically crying in pure joy and desperation.

Hyuck savors every second of entering you. Rubbing his cock against your folds, slapping it against your pussy and slowly rubbing it against your clit until he finally puts it in.

He breaks as soon as the tip goes in. A soft cry leaves his lips, his voice cracking as he whimpers out your name. He tries to start of slow but he’s so sensitive from anticipation alone that he just can’t wait anymore. Not even seconds after he’s inside of you and he’s already slamming into you, not as fast as he wanted—but hard enough to make his headboard hit the wall with every thrust.

Even then he’s still stuck admiring you, the way your breasts move and the way your eyes roll. He loves seeing how you grip the pillow under your head and the way you try your hardest not to be too loud. It turns him on so much. So much that he feels like he’ll melt.

The sounds of skin clashing, moans, and panting fill the air, a hint of your perfume and sweat tangling with his own. It makes him feel like he’s on cloud 9, like he’s dreaming. It doesn’t take long before he’s trying to warn you that he’s close. Proclaiming his love for you as he fucks you, calling you beautiful and slurring is words together as he possessively calls you his.

He knows he should pull out at that point, but the thought of you being his—baring his child, telling people that he’s your boyfriend, that he’s the one who got you pregnant. That thought is enough to make him risk it and keep going. He’s always wanted to be a father anyways—why not make the woman he finds the most beautiful the mother of his first born?

In his mind-numbed state he doubles over, kissing you as he cums inside of you. Against your lips he mumbles soft ‘I love you’s over and over again unto he’s finally finished.

After this is when you finally find the shrine, to your surprise; it’s much smaller and a lot more wholesome than you thought as after that night, he removed your underwear from it. But it was only because he made a separate on that he keeps in his basement.

[vanesycho]

Can u write maths professor Haechan nsfw? And I ssly love your works so much 🥺 you are so amazing 💚✨

• student f!reader x math professor!haechan | m.list

warning | smut, fingering, kinda age gap

word count | 1,4k

a/n | thank you very much for your nice comment love, I hope you like it🤍

enjoy reading！

The corridors of the mathematics department on the vast campus of the university were always quiet. Professor Lee Donghyuck was a figure who brought this silence to life with his energetic demeanor. The reason he was popular among the students was not only his charisma, but also his teaching skills that could make even complex topics understandable. However, at this point, you definitely didn’t care about the lesson.

Your eyes started to focus on him instead of the equations on the board, the way he held his pencil, the way he adjusted his glasses every now and then, the way he explained the problem to the students by leaning slightly towards them, his shirt rolled up to his elbows, the mocking yet warm smile on his lips when one of the students gave the wrong answer...

“Y/n L/n.” When you looked around, an empty lecture hall greeted you, Hyuck’s gaze was fixed on you, you quickly lowered your head and started to pack your things. You were about to pick up your notebook when a hand stopped you. When you looked up, you were met with him. “Should we talk about this constant distraction you experience?” his voice was deep and whispery, making you swallow hard as you looked away from him. “I’m sorry professor.. It wasn’t something I did on purpose.” he slowly pulled his hand away from your notebook, quickly grabbing your last item and standing up. “Did I say you can go?” you were about to walk past him but his voice stopped you. He reached you in a few steps, you felt a shiver run down your spine when his breath caught your ear. “Tell me, what did you learn in this lesson?”

Fuck. Your eyes drifted to the board as you muttered a curse under your breath. Hyuck’s hand found your chin when he noticed it, turning your face to him. "Ah-ah, no cheating. Since when did you stop listening so much?" it was more of a scolding than a question, he definitely didn’t expect an answer from you so you just stayed silent. “Understood. You better come to my office tomorrow. We need to make up for the lesson you missed, okay?” you nodded in agreement as the thought of being alone with him increased your blood circulation. “I don’t think I got an answer, Y/n?” He leaned towards you, the word 'I understand' you mumbled vaguely made him grin slightly, you let out a breath the moment he finally pulled away from you, even this small conversation was driving you crazy so you didn't stay there any longer and threw yourself out.

"Come in." The door opened and Hyuck's head shot up, a smile on his face as his eyes saw you. "Ah..Y/n. I've been waiting for you." He started the lesson without much conversation between you. But the same problem distracted you again, him. His voice had taken over your focus, you looked at the pen he was twirling in his fingers, not even understanding what he was talking about. Was he delicate with his fingers? Or was he the type who acted completely cruel? Oh, you would do anything to get the answer to that.

You licked your dry lips, his hand with slightly veined eyes made you press your legs together. Donghyuck's gaze occasionally went to you, he could clearly see that you weren't focusing, he put the pen he was holding on the book and took a deep breath. "You're not focusing Y/n, what's on your mind, hm?" Your breath caught for a moment, you looked at him, "No- nothing, professor." He hummed. Then stood up and took a book out of his bookshelf and placed it in front of you. It didn’t take long for you to realize that the book you were browsing for a few seconds was about math. Hyuck reached for the book from behind you and opened a page. “Read it. Out loud and if I see you’re distracted, nothing good will happen, understand?”

You nodded quickly, moving to sit next to you as you starting to read. “Integral..” you read the title, you could see him watching you with his eyes locked on your face, the tension gripping you, even though it was hard to continue knowing he was watching you, you knew you had no other choice. “The indefinite integral is found by inverting the derivative of a function and the constant of integration...” was the thing that cut you off mid-sentence is his hand on your thigh, only amusing him as your breathing stopped momentarily. You could feel him moving closer to you, his breath tickling your neck. “What’s wrong Y/n? You seem distracted again.” he knew exactly what he was doing and it was only getting on your nerves. His hand reached up a little higher, thumb gently caressing you over the panties under your skirt. You fought with yourself not to squeeze your legs together, holding your breath for a moment again as his hand squeezed the inside of your thigh hard. “You know I don’t like my questions to go unanswered, do I have to repeat myself?”

You shook your head, opening your mouth to answer. “No- no I..It’s okay Professor Lee.” He removed his hand from your leg and stood up, grabbing the book in front of you. You let out a deep breath and watched him as he finally moved away. He put the book back in its place and spoke as he approached the table again. “This is what’s disrupting your concentration.” He turned the chair towards him and placed one hand on the top of the chair, leaning slightly towards you. “We can’t continue with this lesson until we find a solution to this problem.” His voice was whispery and made your body tremble. “So sit at the table and spread your legs for me, Miss L/n.”

You were afraid to double-check what he said, and he knew that you wouldn’t go against him when it was Lee Donghyuck. So you got up from the chair and sat on the table and soon he got between your legs, went to your panties, he moved the piece of fabric to the side and his fingers found your pussy "Oh fuck.. How long have you been so wet hm?" His middle finger caressed your clit for a while then slid down, slowly inserting it into your hole. One of your hands went to his shoulder and you squeezed it lightly to keep from moaning, his finger was slow but it felt just as good.

After a while you let out a loud moan this time as he added his second finger "Shh.." his voice found your ear, fingers started to destroy your pussy quickly "Professor..." the needy sound made him mutter a curse. You knew you were close to orgasm, his fingers were moving as if he knew your insides by heart.

"Professor Lee, are you there?"

The sound of a knock on the door made you look at him in fear, he looked into your eyes and replied "What's wrong Sion?" You waited for him to stop, but he fooled you. You put a hand over your mouth to keep from making any noise, nothing more than small whimpers, but damn it you knew you were going to cum soon. “I came to ask you a question about the last class, are you free?” he grinned, leaning into your ear before answering. “Am I free? What’s the worst that could happen if he walks through that door, Miss L/n?” You shook your head quickly, adrenaline rushing through your entire body. “Please..” were the only words you could get out of your mouth, the fact that you were in such a tight spot that it only made him laugh, his fingers curling inside you making it hard for you to hold yourself back, you leaned your head against his chest and finally climaxed. You couldn’t help but moan loudly as all your fluids hit his fingers, “Professor Lee? Is everything okay? Think I heard some- ” while interrupting his sentence he pulled his fingers out of you. “Find me back in an hour Sion. I’m busy right now.”

After a few footsteps, the surroundings became quiet, you heard a giggle as you buried your head in his chest in embarrassment. “Good job, Miss L/n. See? You managed to cum without losing your focus, so that must be the problem.” You watched him clean up the place, after a while he came back across you and put his hands on either side of the table, squeezing you. “I hope you’ll be more careful from now on. If I see you distracted again, I won’t care if people see you this time.” You nodded in approval, he placed a small kiss on your lips and whispering, “Well done, my girl. We’ll continue our unfinished lesson tomorrow, okay? Class is over for now.”

[hyckvr]

haechan boyfriend thoughts

pairing. haechan x reader // warnings. mentions of the kpop industry, mentions of feeling like a burden? a/n. // this is rushed ngl, my bad

bf!haechan who is constantly seeking opportunities to establish physical contact with you, whether you're in a public setting or in the privacy of your own space. his desire to be in close proximity to you at all times is evident, and he finds great comfort in the warmth of physical touch. any remarks or teasing about his attachment to you are inconsequential to him, as nothing else matters when he has you by his side.

bf!haechan who can truly be himself when around you, with no judgment or cameras watching. haechan lives a stressful life, which is evident when he returns to your shared apartment with tense shoulders and a frown on his face. during times like these, he loves to cuddle up with you while watching his favourite show in the background.

bf!haechan who will fiercely defend you. he always stands up for you when someone says something negative about you. he's the kind of boyfriend who will fight tooth and nail to protect and support you, no matter what.

bf!haechan who always insists that you play his favourite games with him, even if you don't know how to play. he'll either bring another chair for you to sit with him at his desk or he'll pull you into his lap. he loves to teach you how to play a game he's passionate about. It brings him great joy to share his favourite things with you.

bf!haechan who is always concerned about not burdening you with his problems. he puts in a lot of effort to shield you from the negative side of the industry so that you don't worry about him. however, his reluctance to talk about his issues only increases your concern for him. he swears he'll try harder to be more open about his problems.

bf!haechan who makes it a priority to stay connected with you by sharing his day-to-day experiences while he's away on tour. he loves sending you not only pictures of sunsets and sunrises but also little mementos that remind him of you. he loves to pick out small souvenirs from the places he visits, hoping to bring you a piece of the world he's exploring.

bf!haechan who is a playful tease who finds endless joy in making you blush. his mischievous nature knows no bounds as he continually finds ways to playfully poke fun at you, leaving your cheeks a constant shade of red.

bf!haechan who always puts in the effort to ensure that every day is filled with fun, especially when you're on a date. his greatest joy comes from seeing your happiness, especially when it's because of something he did.

bf!haechan who never fails to express his belief that you are the most beautiful person he has ever laid eyes on. he adores capturing candid images of you which he cherishes and adds to his dedicated album filled with those lovely moments.

[nonranghaes]

your bedroom door creaks open just after midnight, and the weight of donghyuck crashing onto the bed next to you a few minutes later startles you awake. you stare at him in the low light, not fully-aware of what's going on. but he's just looking at you, patiently waiting.

"well?"

you blink. "... hi?" you stifle a yawn as you sit up, turning on your lamp. the red numbers read out that it's literally two--now three--minutes after midnight. you just turn back to your boyfriend. "is something wrong?" you rub at your eyes. donghyuck doesn't just come over without warning.

he pouts at you. "really?" he reaches over, pinching your side a little--just to get you to jolt. "you're so mean. i came here so you'd be the first one, and you don't even remember."

remember...? you just sit there, brain still chugging along until it all finally clicks. "oh!" it earns a eye roll from donghyuck, but you ignore that as you lean in to kiss him. "happy birthday, my sunshine--"

"you'll have to make it up to me," he says. he's grinning, though, as he wraps his arms around you. "or i'm gonna tell everyone that you forgot."

you just roll your eyes, pulling him closer to you as you snuggle in. "mmhm. whatever you want later," you paw through the air before finding your lamp again, clicking it back off. "or your friends are gonna come beat me up."

"right." he grins as he buries his face into your neck, pressing a tiny kiss there before he shifts into a comfortable position. "whatever i want. no matter how expensive."

he's teasing you again, but you just let out a blissful sigh. "goodnight, my beautiful sunshine."

he just wraps his arms around you a little tighter, snuggling in to spend the beginning of his birthday with you. exactly the way he wanted to.

[sunshyni]

𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖔 𝖌𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖘𝖔 𝖉𝖔 127

⚝Haechan × Fem!Reader | sugestivo | br!au | w.c — 0.7k

⚝notinha da Sun — talvez eu esteja um pouco atrasada KKKKKK Mas eu vi um edit com “085” e eu fiquei maluca porque só consegui pensar nesse homem 😞

— Quero colocar uma aliança nesse seu dedo — Haechan disse, após dispensar os amigos do quarto do hotel. Você foi a única exceção, já que ele fez questão de te abraçar por trás, impedindo que seguisse o grupo em direção à orla da praia para assistir ao espetáculo de fogos de artifício que aconteceria dali a uma hora. No momento, Haechan se dedicava a te deixar molinha nos braços dele, distribuindo beijinhos lentos pelo seu pescoço. Pressionou os dentes contra sua pele, chupou com dedicação a pele dourada dos dias de praia e, então, te virou devagar.

— Que foi? Gabaritou minhas amigas e agora quer voltar pra mim? — você provocou, mas Haechan só tinha olhos e mente para você. Ele sorriu, entrelaçando os dedos nos seus e te conduzindo em um silêncio gostoso para dentro do apartamento luxuoso. Seu sorriso foi desmedido ao entrar no cômodo com banheira. Você não esperava pelas pétalas de rosas, pelo vinho tinto e nem pelas duas taças que descansavam na borda dela.

— Culpa sua. Cê não me assume — ele sussurrou no seu ouvido, fazendo você acertá-lo de leve no peitoral. Os lábios rosadinhos voltaram para o seu pescoço, e o braço que te sustentava com gentileza tornou inevitável o fechar dos seus olhos para todo o carinho que ele aplicava. A mão no seu cabelo, enrolando uma mecha com o dedo, a boca escorregando para o seu ombro e bagunçando o vestido vermelho que ele tiraria logo logo.

Haechan retirou suas sandálias de salto devagar, beijando suas pernas no processo, te venerando, buscando seu olhar e o seu sorriso em cada movimento. Não precisavam falar muito — estavam na mesma sintonia, na mesma dança sensual de olhares. Os corpos se buscavam silenciosamente.

Você até queria ter convicção para dizer que aquele ano seria diferente, que não se interessaria por caras como ele. Mas era mais forte do que você. Enrolaram o ano passado todo, ficando ocasionalmente. No entanto, sempre que a boca de Haechan estava em você, era loucura demais, e você não queria se livrar daquele sentimento.

— Só tenho uma meta pra esse novo ano — ele disse. Já tinha descartado a camiseta, mas a bermuda continuava lá, meio baixa, mostrando parte da cueca. Te olhou de cima a baixo, pedindo silenciosamente para que você se livrasse do vestido também. — Quero você. Quero namorar com você.

— É? — você questionou, com um sorriso travesso que se espalhava dos lábios até o olhar. Ele assentiu, os cabelos ainda molhados. Sempre soube que você tinha uma queda por ele pós-banho — bonito demais. Você abaixou o zíper lateral do vestido e Haechan prendeu o fôlego de expectativa, a língua umedecendo o lábio inferior com sede. Até se esqueceu do vinho próximo dali.

De toda forma, naquela noite, você seria a taça dele.

Subiu o vestido devagar, atenta a cada som que ele emitia. Tudo tão silencioso que você podia escutar a respiração acalorada dele. Haechan acompanhava cada movimento seu feito um idiota, e ele realmente era um idiota por você. Observou você prender o cabelo, mesmo sabendo o quanto ele gostava de enrolar as madeixas no próprio punho.

— E se eu não quiser namorar com você? — você perguntou enquanto ele te ajudava a entrar na banheira. A água morninha cobria parte do seu corpo. Haechan te encaixou no colo dele, beijando seus dedos unidos — especificamente o dedo em que queria colocar um anel de noivado. — E se eu te quiser só como meu passatempo?

— Pode me objetificar o quanto quiser. Eu continuo sendo só seu, amor. — Você sorriu, as mãos no abdômen dele, sentindo-o estremecer ao subir as unhas bem cuidadas, arranhando suavemente. Não demorou muito para os lábios, enfim, se encontrarem. Haechan te segurou firme contra ele, a mão brincando com a alça da sua lingerie.

— É brincadeira. Cê sabe que eu te amo — você admitiu, e Haechan apertou suas coxas por debaixo da água, buscando sua boca para deixar um selinho doce e terno.

— Ama mesmo? — ele perguntou com um sorrisinho de canto que era de matar. Você assentiu, beijando-o no pescoço dessa vez. Como esperado, a mão dele desfez sua tentativa de coque e enrolou seus cabelos no punho, te afastando gentilmente para te olhar nos olhos.

— Então deixa eu te botar devagarinho... Deixa?

by 𝖘𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖞𝖓𝖎.

[florawrites-blog]

Sore loser

You and Haechan were sitting on the living room floor, surrounded by snacks and game controllers. The friendly competition had been fierce, but this time, something unexpected happened: you won. Haechan, usually the champion, had lost.

"Wow, I can't believe it! Did you just lose, Haechan?" you teased, a wide grin spreading across your face.

"Shut up," Haechan muttered, looking adorably flustered.

"Someone's a sore loser!" you continued, laughing.

"Alright, that's enough," Haechan said, placing his hand over your mouth to silence you.

Without thinking, you kissed his hand softly. The room fell silent as he stared at you, eyes wide with surprise. The playful atmosphere shifted in an instant, replaced by something deeper and more intense. Haechan's hand lingered on your lips, his gaze fixed on your face.

He slowly moved his hand away, cupping your cheek instead. "Did you really just do that?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, your heart racing. Haechan's eyes softened, filled with a mix of affection and something else you couldn't quite place. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to yours, gently at first, then more deeply, pouring all his emotions into the kiss. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in that perfect moment.

When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathless, faces flushed. Haechan smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "I guess losing isn't so bad after all," he said, his voice filled with warmth and love.

[sourrpatched]

A Haechan birthday post :)

lee donghyuck x gf!reader

(500 words)

genre; fluff fluff and more fluff, my first writing pls be nice <\3

“psst hyuckie.” You tried your hardest to wake your boyfriend from his very deep sleep. He laid with his face turned away from you. It was always so sweet to see how peaceful he looked while he was deep in sleep, especially when you knew he had a hard time getting rest at night.

“Hyuck.” You rose your voice ever so slightly to see if that would get him to budge. It did not.

At yet another failed attempt you sighed. You placed his birthday cake down on the counter before resorting to shaking him to get him to wake up. “DONGHYUCK” He groaned at your loud voice and grabbed his pillow to try and block out the sound of your voice.

“Donghyuck please,” You said while continuing to shake him. “I’m trying to be really romantic right now.” Now it was his turn to sigh. He took the pillow off and looked directly at you noticing how your eyes glanced over at the cake.

A smile broke out onto his face once he realized exactly what the cake was for. He grabbed your arms and pulled you onto the bed with him.

“What are you doing?” You managed to squeak out as he wrapped both arms and legs around you. “My baby is so cute she got a whole cake for me just to show me how much she loves me.” He said into your neck.

“Yes, I did actually. So I would appreciate if you could get up so you could blow out the candles and we can celebrate your birthday together.” You said though he was so obviously not really listening.

“How about we just stay like this in bed right now,” He lifts his head from your neck and looks at you. “I think the best way I can spend my birthday right now is with us two lying like this.” He said while sneaking his arm around to interlock your fingers.

You tried to turn your head away, slightly embarrassed by his shameless comment but he had only grabbed your face to meet his with his other hand.

“Why all of a sudden?” You pouted. He laughed at your expression. “Cause really I think you’re the best gift I could ever have.”

“Well now you’re just being corny,” You teased.

“Ah really?” He said before glancing at your lips.

“Yes,” You said trying to hold back your smile.

“but you love me for it anyway.” He looked into your eyes once more. There was nothing in the world you could ever love more than him. He was your person.

“I do,” You say finally breaking into a full smile.

He leaned into you meeting his lips with yours. It was always so perfect kissing Donghyuck. If there was anything that could snap you out of your many thoughts it would be him. After all he was both your biggest strength and weakness.

You broke apart from the kiss taking a breath before saying, “I love you hyuck.”

“I love you more.”

Author’s Note; Quite honestly I wanted to write a quick little wip for his bday and also to help with the hyuck brain rot i’ve had for the past week 😭🙏 this is my first EVER writing so if it sounds that bad it probably is but i’m trying here 💔 also this is kinda late into his b-day but i hope u can enjoy nonetheless :) also if u like this pls support my future SMAU i could post any day now 🤓

[ningningsdream]

[10:43PM] you took a risk loving ex boyfriend!donghyuck, but your relationship had taught both of you so much.

you learned to communicate and open up instead of overthinking in your corner.

he learned to be more careful about how he expresses himself, especially when feeling strong emotions.

you taught him how to cook his now favorite dish.

he taught you how to play your now favorite video game.

you showed him someone could appreciate his quiet side as much as his extroverted and loud side.

he showed you you could be loved even in your darkest moments.

you gave him a safe space to truly be himself without worrying about being too much or not enough.

he gave you the best three years of your life so far.

but he also broke your heart...

you thought you found someone who'd finally stay.

he thought he found someone he'd never want to leave.

you cried yourself to sleep every night for months after your break up.

he never managed to cry since your break up.

you wanted to hate him.

he wished you didn't hate him.

you could never.

he thought you did.

you would have given anything to get him back.

he did what he thought was best.

you'll always care for him.

he'll always have little pieces of you with him.

and though you two are walking on different paths now, you know that if you had to do it all over again, you'd do it, without changing a single thing, even if it meant getting your heart broken at the end.

you learned what love truly meant.

[strawbrryvyy]

A+ in secrets , F in feelings

Pairing- lee Donghyuck x fem!reader

Genre-   Angst,smut,fluff(if not in this part then soon)

Synopsis- in which you, a failing student find out a secret about the smartest kid in your university,who happens to be your true love , and blackmail him into tutoring you so that you pass

a/n:hiii!!omg!my first ever fanfic and its about haechan!!everyone pleasee request ofc after reading my rules and i REALLY hope you like this first part 🩷

part 2

25th of July

There it was. the letter ‘F’ in bright red ink stamped on the page, accompanied with crosses littered throughout. You could already feel the stare of Professor Park drilling holes into your back. This was the fifth fucking time.

“Ms. L/N,” a strict voice cut through the air as you looked at the professor with tinged red cheeks. Great, being called out again. ”See me after class to know more about your... predicament." A scowl was permanently etched on her face.

“You’ll get wrinkles like that early”—“What was that?”. You become silent as you bite your lips in order to suppress a “fuck you” or a “you heard me!”.

“Nothing.” At this, she left the conversation in order to pay attention to other students.

Later

“So what did she have to say?” Yizuho giggled as I smiled back in sarcasm at her.

“as if you don’t already know little Ms. Gossip Girl,” a sigh escaped your lips as Yizhuo hit you on the shoulder. You guys were headed to the ‘Kwangya Korner,’ a popular cafe on the university’s campus and the place where Minjeong, who was the last of your trio, worked. As you two entered the cafe, Minjeong smiled smoothly and yelled in surprise at the sight of you two so early after class.

“You guys didn’t get sidetracked today, she smiled as she fixed a coffee.

“No,you replied in a monotone voice while taking the coffee from her hands and taking a sip, making the girl gasp.

“That… was a customer's,” she said with a smack of her lips, her head turning to the side as you handed a twenty-dollar bill.

“Yeah, here… I paid, making me the customer; she chuckled at my words as you handed Yizuho the cup to take a sip. As you did so, her lips quirked up into a smirk as she called both our names.

“Look here…It's Donghyucksss. She prolonged his name in a teasing manner as your cheeks took on a rosy tint as you scrambled up from your seat to look at the cup. Oh! My! God! 

“AHH…MINJEONG…Why didn't you tell me? The whine in your voice was evident as your and Yizhuo's words were met with silence.

“We have no more…she whispered to herself as you two looked towards her in confusion. She then explained how they had run out of the things needed to remake his order.

“W-what do you mean you RAN out?!” Yizuhos's giggles echoed around the kitchen. Like... how pfft, how does that even happen?” Minjeong looked at the girl with a deadpan look as she turned herself towards you and pointed to the door.

“You drank it, you tell him.” Her eyes were so stern you couldn't tell if she was joking or not. Surely she was! right...?As you questioned her, you knew she wasn't kidding and wanted you to go outside and tell him yourself. She was feeding you to the lions.

“B-but... I... I just wanted coffee after failing, man, "you said with a sullen face as you began to walk outside while Minjeong stood there smirking.

“Should’ve waited in line like a normal paying customer.”

You flipped her off with a scowl as you made your way to the front counter where Donghyuck would have been. And he was standing there in all his leather pants, messy hair, and black jacket glory. He was beautiful, as if he had been constructed by Ares himself. He looked like he was tired and waiting for his coffee. coffee that he wouldn't get because I drank it.

“Uhm…Hi, D-Donghyuck?” You ask in a weary tone as he turns to your direction in surprise.

“Yeah... um, that's me...” He holds his hand out as you shake it. He gives you a weird look as he speaks. "I didn't want to... never mind, my coffee? Please,” as he says this, you turn back to see if Minjeong or even Yizhuo could save you, but to your dismay, they were there giggling and closing the door.

“Right…I kind of drank it, and we, um... We didn't have any more, and I'm so, so, so sorry, but I'm—"

Before you could even finish your ramble, he had left; the doors “jingle!” was all that was proof of him leaving. ugh!What a jerk!

Later

“You should apologise, Yizuho said, or tried to as she stuffed her face with pieces of fried chicken. Minjeong sighed and nodded.

“You never know... Donghyuck's pretty smart; he could help you, you know, pass for once... and you never know," Yizhuo snorted at Minjeong's comment as you squealed, feeling chunks of the chicken that was in her mouth on your silky pink pyjamas.

“First of all, I already did that; that jerk just didn't listen, and second of all, he doesn't even take the same course,” you sigh as Minjeong throws you another chip.

“Well, actually, he was right to react like that considering what you did was low-key disrespectful, and second of all, he took computer science last year,” Yizhuo nodded to Minjeong's words as they waited for you to actually consider them.

“Fine.I'll ask him, but it's because I feel bad and want to pass... NOT because I want us to date or whatever.”

27th of July

As you scan the room, you see multiple familiar yet unknown faces. There was Natty, who you knew from high school, and Jaehyun, who was quite popular with the ladies, among some. However, they weren't who you were looking for—Donghyuck,finger on your chin as you scan the room until, ta-dah, there he was leaving through one of the less crowded exits. Without a thought, you ran after the man frantically as you saw him stop and take out his phone to attend a call. A scowl on his face as he uttered the next sentence.

“Yes … dad I know…Yeah, no shit—sorry, no, I didn't mean it. No, I don't have a date... I mean, maybe because they would only care about the fact that I'm THE Lee Do-hyun’s son”... What did he just say?! Donghyuck was famous actor Lee Do-hyun’s child?! HOW?! As you processed all of this new information, a scream escaped the boundaries of your mouth, causing Donghyuck to do a full 360 and face you with an even worse frown than the one he had on previously.

“You heard all that? ... didn't you?”

“Yeah…I—aren't you the chick that drank my coffee?” You grinned sheepishly at his words while nodding.

“I’m sorry, really ... But what I just heard... was it true?” you squeaked out as you looked at him with a slight frown. This was the man you had crushed on since the day you first saw at orientation.The  man you didn't dare speak to until two days ago after drinking his coffee. The man whose secret you now hold.

“Listen, it's fine. But just don't tell anyone, Kay."His near dismissive tone had brought you back to your senses as you called his name to stop him.

“I will!If you don't help me, I will!” You bellowed with determination.He looked at you amused as he quirked a brow and beckoned you to continue".I need to pass computer science with Professor Park. You did the course last year, and I REALLY need to pass". A chuckle left his lips as he looked at you with a hooded smile before nodding.

“Fine, meet me at the library tomorrow at six,” and with that he was off, leaving you with your pounding heart in await of tomorrow's events.

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[cannedapricot]

the deal. || ldh

in which you never wanted to ask your stupid neighbor for help in chasing your dream man - but desperate times call for desperate measures - even if that meant giving lee donghyuck the satisfaction of parking his car in your spot.

word count: 3.5k

genre, warnings: fluff at the end, smidge of angst, slice of life, neighbor!au, high school!au, one sided enemies to lovers, mistaking admiration for love, very romcom movie there's a kiss in the rain scene somewhere in here, mark lee is in the same grade as the 00s for plot purposes, underage drinking, profanities

bgm: hits different by taylor swift, can i call you tonight? by dayglow, disaster by conan gray, i like me better by lauv, kiss goodnight by i dont know how but they found me

a/n: i read better than the movies and the whole time i was thinking "you know who this trope would look good on? hyuck." and thus this was birthed. there's a another neighbor!au in my drafts but the brainrot has taken over i'm afraid.

A proud grin, the tinkling of his keys, an annoying strut. These were all the qualities Lee Donghyuck sported in this very moment as he climbs out of his car. Perfectly parallel parked in the spot outside your house.

If only you were rich. You'd run your stupid neighbor over in a heartbeat then pay the bail to get out of jail. Instead, you wear a scowl reserved especially for the boy, click your tongue, and park a good five minute walk away.

Technically, the parking spot was between your house and the Lees next door. But technically, the spot was 60% on your side, and 40% on theirs. So technically, shouldn't that spot be yours? Why was your shit head of a neighbor adamantly trying to feud with you?

The five minute walk, lovingly dubbed the "walk of shame" by both you and your sworn enemy, would be a lovely three minute walk home - if not for the Kims on the corner who loved starting conversations with whoever passed by. On a good day, you would get away with two minutes of conversation ("Oh sorry Mrs. Kim, I have an assignment I just must get to."). Other days? You weren't so lucky.

"Four minutes? I think that might be a new record." Donghyuck gloats, leaning against his car.

"You were timing me?" You glare at his casual demeanor, wondering how he could possibly be so insufferable.

"Well, I have to know what I'm up against."

You snort, passing by the boy waving his keys around like a trophy, making sure your middle finger was up and in sight.

"Jealousy is a disease, babe." He sings as you slam the door shut behind you.

He really was insufferable.

You should've known.

When you agreed to go to Liu Yangyang's party on the condition that someone drive you, you would've thought he would send someone like Jaemin or Jeno - the duo that always seemed to be the assigned sober drivers. Looking back, you were naïve.

You should've known he'd send your neighbor.

Thus, leads you to the present. Lee Donghyuck in your kitchen, chatting up your mother while you hurriedly try to find your jacket before said mother gets any more charmed by the kid next door.

Truth be told, you were close to not going to the party at all. But then you caught wind that he'd be there and it'd be silly not to grab hold of any chance you could have to impress him.

Donghyuck watches you move around out of the corner of his eye and when you started to move towards the door, he knew you were ready. But he'd spend extra long bidding your mom farewell, just so you'd wait a few minutes longer. He always liked keeping you waiting.

"I never took you for a house partier." Donghyuck comments when the two of you enter his car. "Stop checking yourself out in the mirror, you look the same as always."

You flip the sun visor back up with a scoff. What's wrong with making sure your hair was laying the way you wanted it?

"I never thought you'd agree to drive me to a house party."

"What can I say? I love giving back to the community."

It was a mystery to you how Donghyuck was so beloved around both the town and school. He was sarcastic, petty, and most importantly, constantly went against you. Perhaps everyone was blinded by his attractiveness? He did have a pretty face.

"I get that my face is attractive, but you don't have to look so hard. I think you're staring holes into my lovely cheek."

Correction, he had a pretty face when his mouth was shut.

It was loud, you could feel the bass pumping through your body. Drunk teenagers littered the floor of Yangyang's suburban house, bouncing to the beat and having the time of their lives. Swerving through the crowd of bodies, you picked up on bits of gossip you were sure you weren't supposed to hear. But by the end of the night, you were sure you would've forgotten about whatever scandal Shotaro from biology got into anyway.

Somehow still together, you and your neighbor find the host mixing unidentifiable liquids together in a red solo cup on the kitchen counter.

"Yang, is that poison or alcohol?"

"How dare you, it's called "a good time.""

He offers you the cup, which you turn down. You know how drunk Yangyang likes to get at his parties. Therefore, you know that one sip of whatever was in that cup could probably send you to ER. And you refused to go to ER without at least getting one glance of your dream man.

A quick scan of the room told you that he wasn't here, at least, not within your radius.

"No alcohol for me tonight. I have to drive this one back."

You raised an eyebrow as Donghyuck declines Yangyang's "special blend".

"How responsible." You tease.

"Only because you're here. I don't want you dying at my hands." He counters, leaning back and meeting your gaze, smirk on his lips. "How would I ever face your mother again?"

"Yo, Haechan, dude, you finally made it." A familiar voice sounds.

Enter, Mark Lee. Star athlete, every teacher's favorite student, adorably awkward, and your crush of two months. You swore he had this glow around him that made everything he does so endearing, even when he accidentally sent a basketball flying to your head once.

"Oh, hey Y/N. Didn't know you were coming as well."

"Yeah! I came with Donghyuck! Well, not with him but he was my ride here and will be my ride home so-"

You really had to do something about your nervous rambling in front of Mark.

Mark stayed for a small conversation with your little group before someone hurled on Yangyang's bathroom tiles, not making it to the toilet in time. The host (grumbling about how he just cleaned it yesterday) went to sort it out, your crush in tow.

You stare fondly at his back disappearing into the crowd before you feel a hot breath on your neck.

"No way. You like Mark Lee."

The car ride home was painful for you. Despite your attempts to bargain with him the whole party so he would shut up, the boy behind the wheel spends the whole ten minute drive teasing you like an elementary schooler instead. The song about kissing in a tree involved.

"What is it about him that you like?" Donghyuck asks, an amused glint in his eyes.

"Why? So you can hold it against me for the rest of my life?"

"Wow, I'm offended. Who do you take me for? I would never."

You raise an unbelieving eyebrow at him, only to be met by his side profile in the moonlight. The silver light beams against his features and you only just realize the constellation of stars on his cheek. The light at the intersection flashes red and the car smooths to a stop, Donghyuck turns to look at you, a small smile on his lips.

Shit, isn't this kind of intimate?

"Fuck off." You cough out, swiveling your head to look out the window instead. "Eyes on the road, Lee."

"I'm a Lee, but not the Lee you want." He exclaims, following it with an overly dramatic sob.

Keeping a steady stare out the window, you try to calm your reeling mind. Eyes on the prize, Y/N.

The prize being Mark Lee, of course.

Speaking of which.

"Donghyuck, you're friends with Mark right?"

"Depends. Are you going to ask me to help you get with him?"

You sit up in your seat and make your best possible attempt at puppy dog eyes, "please? I wouldn't ask if I didn't have a choice."

It was true, begging Donghyuck was the last thing you ever wanted to do. But you weren't getting anywhere by yourself and they were friends so surely that could help your case? At least he could tell you what type of person Mark liked? Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Your neighbor goes silent, presumably thinking about this suggestion. "What would I get in return though?"

Of course he wasn't just going to help you for nothing. So you rack your brains for something you'd be willing to exchange.

The car turns into your familiar neighborhood, passing Mrs Kim's house. And as the car pulls into the parking spot in front of your house, you spill out, "I'll give you the parking spot."

Donghyuck's eyebrows go up at this suggestion and his signature smirk makes it's way back onto his face. He leans his arm against the back of your seat and you instinctively lean back, fighting the urge to wipe that stupid grin off him.

"You're willing to take the "walk of shame" everyday for him?"

You click your tongue, "the parking space. Take it or leave it."

He leans back, mouth still curved up. The distance lets you release a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"You make a compelling argument."

"Well?"

"Deal."

You give him a nod, moving to exit the car and crawl back into the comfortable sheets of your bed, but Donghyuck's hand on your arm stops you. In confusion, you look back at him.

"I'm not fake dating you though."

"Hyuck, this isn't "To All the Boys I've Loved Before". I would rather die than fake date you."

The corners of his lips quirk up into a smile - not a smirk - at his nickname. "Hyuck?"

"I'm going home."

True to his word, for the next couple of weeks Donghyuck actively played a part in nudging you and Mark together. However, as much as he tried to create chances for you and your crush to be alone, your habit of nervous rambling when making conversation didn't help at all. It's not your fault Mark has the prettiest eyes you've ever seen. Though, somewhere in the back of your mind lingers a mischievous pair that glimmered the same way stars twinkled that night he drove you home.

Ever since making the "Making Mark Lee Y/N's Boyfriend" pact with your neighbor, you've been spending a lot more time together than you've ever had in the past. Admittingly, you've been enjoying it.

When did you last laugh as hard as you did when he attempted to step over the fence separating your houses? ("I can do it, my legs are long enough. Watch.") The boy ended up stuck with one leg half over and the other dangling off and because he looked ridiculous, you ended up on the soft grass of your backyard, tears in the corners of your eyes as you laughed.

When was the last time you felt comfortable enough with a person to share your deepest insecurities with each other in the dead of the night? Texting him nothing but a sad emoji as the clock hits 3am, receiving a response almost immediately - "Can I call you?". Talking about your ambitions, dreams, and fears until the sun rose above the horizon and you both realized you had school in an hour.

That didn't mean you liked him or anything though, right?

You liked Mark.

Or so you thought.

Maybe?

Fuck. How dare Donghyuck confuse you like this.

Sometimes, you wonder how things turn out. How the smallest choices can lead you down a whole new path entirely. And how they all led to Lee Donghyuck currently being sprawled on his stomach on your bed, legs swinging in the air.

Right. You had a date with the other Lee. The one you allegedly had a crush on. Well, it wasn't a date per se. It was more of a one on one friendly hangout? Donghyuck had gotten movie tickets for both him and Mark - then ditched the day before and said you would go in his place. It was kind of genius.

"Okay, would Mark like this color better than the blue?" You ask, clothes strewn across the floor. A good chunk of your day had been spent digging through your closet looking for clothes you think Mark would like. Your neighbor couldn't care less about your crisis. He barely spared a glance up at you before he returned to whatever he was looking at on his phone.

"Looks good."

"Donghyuck, I need you to keep up your half of the deal."

The boy finally gives you his attention. Pulling himself up so that he's sitting on the edge on your bed, staring straight at you.

"Shouldn't you want him to like you as you are? There's no point doing all this-" He gestures to the mess, "-just to impress him. I think you'd look nice even if you chose to wear your pajamas out."

"But he doesn't like me. Not yet at least. That's why I have you to help me."

"...Right."

The atmosphere suddenly becomes stuffy. You wonder if you said the wrong thing because suddenly, the boy next door is leaving. It's not surprising given that the both of you spent half a day going through your wardrobe and he probably had things to do. But, you just can't shake the uneasy feeling.

"Hey, are we good? Did I say something wrong?"

"No, we're good. Good luck." Donghyuck says at your door, a smile unlike any of the previous ones you've seen gracing his face. It seemed forced.

A faint pitter patter of rain hitting the window panes sounds through the quiet room.

You hope he made it home without getting wet.

"Man, I didn't know you liked Spiderman too."

"Mmhm."

You made it to the theatres with Mark. You enjoyed watching the movie with Mark. You were getting driven home by Mark. You had a great time with your crush. So why was your mind still on a certain situation and a certain someone from before.

"My other friends all watched it on a day I got called into work so I was surprised when Haechan was willing to re-watch it with me - he's usually not that nice, you know?"

The edges of your mouth lift a little at the dig at Donghyuck. In front, the windshield wipers squeak a little, trying their best to rid the glass of rain droplets. The radio plays an old song in the background that Mark hums softly to, thumbs tapping in time on the wheel while waiting for the lights to turn green. It was cozy, but could never measure up to how intimate you felt in the car with Donghyuck.

"Then he dips last minute. Honestly, I shouldn't have been surprised. I was more surprised that you were coming instead though - I thought you would've wanted to watch it with Haechan."

Your brows furrow. "Why?"

"Oh - I thought you liked him."

The world around you stopped. Though the light turned green and the car was definitely moving now, you felt your entire body freeze.

"How did you come to that conclusion?"

Mark's confusion showed on his face, his emotions always did. That was one of the things you liked about him. Or so, you thought.

"Well, for starters, you're much more comfortable around him. I don't know if that's just because you always tense up when I'm around. I'm sorry if I've done anything to make you uncomfortable by the way, it was never my intention."

Mark Lee, your supposed crush, thought you were uncomfortable around him. You lean your head against the window of his car, it was nice and cool. Perfect as you let yourself ponder.

You always were unnecessarily nervous around him - but wasn't that normal? You liked him. You liked his smile, how he was able to win the favors of everyone around him so easily, how he was always reliable, how good he was at sports- oh.

It was never romantic.

You didn't know anything about Mark. You never even had a proper conversation with him. What he liked to do in his spare time, what his plan was for the future, what stupid habit he has, what he sounds like over the phone at 3am. You had no idea.

But you knew what Donghyuck liked to do in his spare time, what he wanted to do in the future, what his stupid habit was, what he sounded like over the phone at 3am.

Fuck.

And it all came rushing to you all at once.

The prize was always something shiny, blazing, and brilliant. It was something you wanted but would put on a shelf to admire. Mark Lee was your prize. Someone you admired. He was never someone you imagined having debates with for the rest of your life. He was never someone you imagined spending rainy days indoors together with.

Perhaps, after all this time, the prize wasn't what you were after. Perhaps, what you really wanted was to spend time with-

"No way."

"Hm?"

"I like Lee Donghyuck."

Your admiration for Mark was a luminous, fleeting feeling that you mistook for love. Love was never about having to dress like a different person to impress them. Love was laughing together at the smallest things, showing up in two week old pajamas and still thinking they're the most beautiful being you've laid eyes on, and sometimes, love was fighting over a parking spot outside your house.

Mark grins. "Great. He's been in love with you since third grade."

"What?'

"Why do you think he's never dated before? All this time, he's been waiting for you to realize."

"I'm glad we got closer today," Mark mentions, pulling onto your street, "you seem a lot more comfortable now."

Yeah, because you no longer thought Mark was your dream man. A weight was taken off your shoulders now and you didn't feel the need to keep up an act around him anymore.

"Thanks for today."

"Hey dude, no worries. Just let me know if you need any help wooing Haechan alright? I love helping couples get together."

"...Didn't you try before with two other couples?"

"...Yeah... They didn't turn out how I thought they would."

The two of you share a laugh before you clamber out of his vehicle and wave him goodbye from your porch. The rain had started pouring down from the grey skies but your fingers hesitate at your door.

Fuck it.

Instead of walking into your warm and dry house, you decide to brave the rain and run over to your neighbor's, splashing through the puddles without care. It soaked the clothes you spent forever deciding on and ruined your meticulously done hair, but urgent times call for urgent measures.

Two knocks and the door swings open, revealing the boy next door behind. His eyes widen at the sight of you taking heaving breaths on his doorstep, hair and clothes complete wet and still getting pelted on by the rain.

"Did he hurt you?"

The urge to laugh bubbles through you. He was always putting you first. All this time, he was helping you chase another man. He was ready to give up on his chance with you if that meant you had a chance of being happy with someone else. Even now, after you'd hurt him, he was still worried about you.

"Lee Donghyuck, I'm in love with you."

For a while, everything's silent. Even the rain fell mute on your ears. All you could see was your rival's jaw open in shock and his Adams apple bobbing up and down trying to find the words to say. It was quite a satisfying view.

Then you start rambling as panic settles in. The need to apologize for hurting him, how you actually felt about Mark, how you found out about your feelings. Old habits die hard.

Except, not even a full sentence into your unplanned speech, Donghyuck steps out of his house, into the rain, and cuts you off with his warm, soft lips on yours. You stumble back, not expecting the sudden weight on you, and the two of you fall back onto the wet, cold grass on his front yard.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to hear that."

His face was as close to yours as physically possible, eyes gazing lovingly over your features, wanting to soak every second of this moment in.

"Let me guess, since third grade?"

"I knew Mark couldn't be trusted."

Laughter claims you both before you pull him in by the collar for another kiss. There were grass stains on your clothes, it was cold and muddy, and the two of you will definitely end up with a cold the next day, but somehow, in that moment, you felt as though the world was yours.

"I kept my end of the deal."

"What do you mean?"

"You ended up getting a boyfriend with the name "Lee". I think that means I get the parking spot."

You smile.

"I'd happily do the walk of shame for you."

[xotaemintol]

Who are the best kissers in NCT iyo? (Plz include RIIZE im begging)

NSFW MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

! (You will be blocked if you are a minor) !

Ofc I can add Riize 🩷🩷 I hope you don’t mind that I only did six members, this list would be even longer if not for my writers block 🥲 but in my opinion, the best kissers in NCT are….

Yuta is such a good kisser. Probably the best on the list actually, when he kisses you it always feels so sensual—he used the perfect amount of tongue; never too much or too little. He’s confident in his skills so he usually ends up leading, in the beginning of the kiss he’ll let you lead for a little while, especially if you kissed him first. But when he’s done letting you take the wheel, he’ll change the pace and add a little tongue. If you let him, he’ll kiss you until your lungs are aching, but even then it’s not enough for him. He has to keep going until you’re begging for him to fuck you, he kisses you until you’re basically begging for more. He’s the most likely to finger you while making out with you because he gets so turned on by kissing you, it happens so often actually that you refuse to kiss him in public unless it’s small kisses on the cheek.

Mark, is definitely one of the best kissers in NCT. The first time you made out with him as a dare and it was so good you were practically dragging him to his bedroom. Ever since then Mark has always been the best. And you should’ve expected it when he said that he was “pretty okay” at kissing. He’s more of a slow and steady type of guy when it comes to kissing, he wants to make sure you really feel his lips—that you feel butterflies when he slips his tongue into your mouth and that you can tell just how badly he wants to be inside of you. He won’t hold you there until you’re about to pass out from the lack of oxygen, in fact he’s the first to pull away; but it’s only so he can watch you follow his lips waiting for more. He thinks kissing you is so hot, and he finds it so sexy when you get turned on from kissing him.

Sungchan is almost too good, his lips are so soft and warm, they feel otherworldly. He could kiss your underwear off and you wouldn’t even notice, and it’s actually happened more than once or twice. The way his tongue feels in your mouth makes your knees so weak, if your lungs gave out from kissing him you’d be perfectly fine with that because he’s so good. Making out with him when you can’t go all the way is like asking to be frustrated for the rest of the day, and he doesn’t make it any better. His hands are just as slick as his tongue, and as soon as he feels your lips quiver he knows exactly what to do next. It goes from kissing to practically fucking each other with your mouths, it’s so passionate and heated…you could get off just from kissing him and he knows that too.

Jaehyun is very obviously a great kisser, he’s so smug about it too—grinning against your lips when you lean into him a bit too much or quickly. Biting down on your bottom lip ever so softly as he pulls away, and he can’t even hide how turned on he gets when kissing you too. It’s so hot. The way he breathlessly chuckles as hes teasing you by just grazing your lips with his own, even if his entire face is flushed and he’s practically panting. But when he starts actually kissing you he immediately becomes weak in the knees, moaning quietly into your mouth with you sat on his lap…he’s so weak when he’s making out with you and it only makes kissing him feel so much better.

Haechan is so good…he always leaves you wanting more, you could kiss him until his lips fall off. The way his lips feel is so heavenly, and when he’s kissing you he’s not going to tease you…if he’s not too frustrated that is. But on his worse days (but best for you) when he’s desperate to be inside of you, he kisses you like he need you to breathe. Don’t pull away from him for a second, he’ll hold your head there and keep going until you’re both light headed. Not even then is he done though, with kiss swollen lips he’ll pull you closer to him—until your bodies are so close that they could melt together from the heat, and continues the kiss you broke. He looks so fucked out just from making out with you, his entire face is flushed and he’s panting as he starts at you and then your lips…he’s just as addicted to kissing you as you are him.

Ten is so good that he makes you feel sensitive, hes either really experienced or just really luckily to be that good. He chuckles against your lips every time you whimper or moan into his mouth, sometimes if he’s feeling kinky enough he’ll lick your tongue. He’s such a kinky kisser. Kissing him is almost better than sex, and instead of kissing you until your lips hurt he’ll pull away and make you ask for him to kiss you. And don’t just say you want it, no. He wants you to describe how you want him to kiss you, if you want his tongue in your mouth you better say it, if you want him to bite your lip you better say it. Depravity is the key for him, it’s okay if you cant keep up with him—but he always expects you to learn and apply what you’ve learned where you see fit. And that means returning all of his teasing bites, every lick, and all of his slightly degrading remarks.

[a3r3n]

[4:07 pm] || Lee Haechan

«Don't talk to me,» you whispered to the boy sitting next to you.

To say that you were furious was an understatement. You were so mad at him, your cheeks had turned red, and you were releasing fumes from your ears.

You couldn't stand him. It was all his fault if you were about to spend two whole hours sitting in that dark little room, being unable to do anything unless you wanted the teacher to yell at you. It was all his fault if the frogs in your Bio lab escaped and the whole school freaked out. He had the brilliant idea to free them in the girls' restroom, and you had only been unlucky to be there at that very moment. What you didn't expect, though, was the principal to give you detention as well. So there you were, trying to avoid the boy's teasing at all costs.

«Come on, we're going to spend two hours here, and knowing Mr. Kim, he'll probably get bored and leave us alone in...» he checked his phone, «three minutes. Better learn how to get along, shall we?»

You sighed and turned your head to the other side. You had never liked that Donghyuck guy, 'Haechan' as he liked to be called. A deranged human source of troubles without one worry in his life.

While you were thinking of a way to get the boy to stop talking, the teacher had disappeared, and you were left alone with that annoying nag.

«Aren't you ever tired?» you burst out after he'd called your name while pinching your arm for the fourth time in a row.

«Of what?» He seemed sincerely confused.

«Of constantly acting like this. Of doing stupid things and getting in trouble every time. Why can't you take the school seriously? It isn't a game: it's our future we're talking about!» you said, trying not to raise your voice too much.

«Man, I didn't know you were such a goody-two-shoes. It's not a crime to have fun sometimes, you know?»

«You don't have fun, Donghyuck. Yours is straight-up madness!»

«Maybe. But from what I'm seeing right now, a little bit of it wouldn't do you any bad.»

You snorted and looked away, but he grabbed your chin and made you turn your face to him again. «We still have more than an hour and a half left; we could use this time to teach you how to have some fun.»

You looked at him in disbelief.

It was going to be a long afternoon.

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[hyckvr]

hard hours rn.. i can only think of haechan being so rough, chuckling when we start sobbing because of how good it feels when he stops all his teasing.. hes so ruthless </3

fwb!haechan x f!reader smut, 18+ minors dni

a/n: ngl this isn’t good, i haven’t mastered the art of writing nsfw stuff yet 😪

fwb!haechan loved to tease you, that was obvious. but he’s never been this rough before, not that you’re complaining though. he’s pounding into you from behind, gripping your hair as you let out a series of moans, in complete bliss from the random change of attitude from him. “hyuck shit” you can only moan out as tears start to fall down your cheeks, causing haechan to smirk before speaking up “what? can you not take it? fuck- you feel so good” his praise had you clenching around him, already feeling so close to your release from the sheer force of his brutal thrusts. “hyuck it feels so good, don’t stop oh my god” is all you manage to say. he starts to laugh at how much of a mess you are for him, and him only. “tell me who’s making you feel this good” “you only you” you yell out, tears still falling down your wet cheeks with drool fall out your pretty lips. haechan smirks, roughly flipping you onto your back, putting your legs over his shoulders and pinning your arms above your head.

he leans down to your ear and whispers “you’re in for a long night, pretty girl”

[nonranghaes]

heads up! alcohol mentions (reader was drinking with coworkers before fic.)

the moment you walk into your apartment, you hear the immediate sounds of yelling. you stop where you are, looking at where your boyfriend is sitting on your couch, cheeks burning red while all of his friends are cackling around him. he sinks into the couch, notably avoiding your gaze as he pulls his beanie down tighter over his head. you've seen donghyuck be loud with his friends regardless of your presence, but shy? over you coming home?

"you can't hide it anymore!" mark yells, pushing donghyuck's shoulder. "you gotta show them!"

oh, this is gonna be good. you slip out of your work shoes and into your house slippers, stepping up and making your way forward. there's a slight uneasiness in the way you walk, still slightly tipsy from the few drinks you had with your coworkers to celebrate the end of the work week. you spot the way renjun looks up from his phone, about to move when donghyuck darts off the couch toward you.

you don't need him to steady you, but you think it's sweet all the same. "hi, baby," you giggle. "what are you showing me?"

"nothing," he says with the tiniest pout. "it was dumb."

you stare at him. "... a tattoo?"

"no!" donghyuck shakes his head, "nothing that permanent. just..." he sighs, one arm wrapped around you still as he reaches up to yank his beanie off. he winces, apparently having yanked his own hair in the process, but you're too busy staring at the bright pink mess to check on him.

what? when... how? you stare at him, dumbfounded for a moment. but you know who won whatever bet resulted in this. "renjun."

immediately you hear mark cackle. "see! see! i fuckin' told y'all, they were gonna know!"

you'll have to hear the story from him later. you just snicker a little more, wrapping one arm around his neck. "donghyuckie?" you put on a playful pout. "can they go? i'm sleepy."

it is late at this point, and your boyfriend just wraps his other arm around you to tug you in closer. he rests his cheek against you, looking back at his friends. "guys, it's kinda late-"

sure enough, they all agree to go their separate ways--even if it does net donghyuck an eye-roll and a comment that he's whipped for you. soon, the apartment is empty aside from the two of you, and he just stands there to hold you for a minute longer.

"does it look good?"

"everything looks good on you, silly." you peck the tip of his nose. "can we cuddle? i missed you today."

and he just chuckles, holding you close. "yeah," he says, voice a little raspier now, "we can cuddle. i missed you, too."

[sunshyni]

born to be popular — Haechan

❌ contém — Haechan universitário popularzinho, protagonista meio tímida, pepero game, sugestivo de lei porque a mãe não consegue se conter KKKKKK E acho que só! ❌

w.c — 0.9k

notinha da Sun — eu vi esse vídeo no tiktok e tava com “Popular” do The Weeknd na cabeça... 🤭

Haechan era o cara mais popular da turma do último ano de Administração e definitivamente estava afim de você. Era inegável pelo jeito que ele te olhava, parada no batente do arco da casa onde rolava a festa universitária, ponderando se deveria ou não se juntar ao círculo de alunos um tanto embriagados que jogavam verdade ou desafio, entretidos em fazer desafios bestas como beijos triplos, sorver bebida de um decote e, aparentemente, beber sabonete líquido.

Haechan era tão descarado que não se privava de tirar os olhos de você, mesmo quando levava um copo descartável aos lábios. Até o jeito que ele segurava o item tinha graça. Você se virou rapidamente, sem coragem de se juntar ao bando no chão, quase desmaiando com o intenso olhar sobre você. Mas, ao virar-se, deu de cara com seu melhor amigo, o verdadeiro motivo de você estar ali pela segunda vez.

— Sion... Eu não consigo. — Você não era exatamente a garota mais popular do quarto semestre do seu curso, mas definitivamente estava afim dele. Seu coração acelerava, a agitação iniciava-se na barriga, e a respiração se mostrava falha toda vez que ele passava por você. — E se eu falar besteira?

Sion estreitou os olhos, como se dissesse “é claro que não, sua boba”, e te virou pelos ombros, conduzindo você até a rodinha de pessoas sentadas no chão. Duas garotas de cursos que você não fazia ideia abriram espaço para você se sentar.

— Gente, ela vai jogar, tá? Peguem leve com ela.

Você deu um soquinho no bíceps de Sion antes de se sentar no lugar adequado, praticamente esmagada pelas duas meninas. Não observou a interação, mas Sion — que constantemente jogava basquete com Haechan e Chenle, os três colegas do mesmo curso — piscou para o anfitrião antes de desaparecer no lado de fora da casa. Haechan te olhou, e você sustentou o olhar por no máximo uns quatro segundos antes de desviar, brincando com os próprios dedos e removendo partes do esmalte preto das unhas.

— Quem quer brincar de Pepero?

Você sempre pensou no quanto Haechan era o pacote completo: sabia de contabilidade, era atleta, não era filho único (você sempre achou difícil lidar com mães ciumentas demais), e era lindo de morrer. Talvez um pouco provocativo demais para o seu gosto, mas ninguém era perfeito. Você sempre foi boa em debates e, mesmo trêmula e com o coração disparado, tinha que saber como lhe dar uma resposta à altura das coisas que ele futuramente te diria.

Obviamente, a maior parte da roda levantou a mão para a sugestão da brincadeira. Haechan te observava por cima dos cílios curvados enquanto abria a embalagem rosinha.

— Vai começar comigo. — Afirmou, sem dar o direito de escolha para as outras pessoas que participavam da diversão.

Chenle até sugeriu girar a garrafa de Coca no meio de vocês para descobrirem com quem Haechan dividiria o snack de chocolate, mas ele foi rápido em rebater, descartando a ideia tão rápido quanto ela foi proferida.

— Não. Eu quero você.

Ele apontou para você, apoiando-se com as palmas das mãos, as pernas confortavelmente cruzadas. Você praticamente entrou em combustão quando todos os olhos se direcionaram para você. Alguns transmitiam inveja — isso era certo —, outros, expectativa, mesmo quando Haechan segurou o palitinho entre os dedos tal qual um cigarro, colocando a pontinha na boca, e você ainda não sabia o que fazer.

Como se lesse os seus pensamentos, aquele inferno de homem atraente te deu um empurrãozinho:

— Engatinha.

Ele pediu, sem deixar o doce entre os dentes cair, e a simples palavra, quando pronunciada por ele, parecia ter ganhado um novo significado. Uma nova entonação sedutora. Parecia até que ele tinha dito algo indecente, embora, literalmente, você ficaria de quatro apenas para obedecê-lo.

Ele não mudou de posição, nem quando você engatinhou e colocou-se diante dele, sentada sobre os calcanhares, ficando de olhos baixos para alcançar o palitinho. Mordendo uma primeira vez, não sabia nem para onde olhar, considerando que sentia o olhar brilhante de Haechan te instigando. Ele sorria provocativo, com o docinho na boca, internamente esperando que você estivesse perdendo a cabeça.

E bem, você estava.

Você chegou pertinho. Seus lábios roçavam nos dele e você até se esquecera das pessoas ao redor. Talvez porque elas também estivessem tensas com a tensão visualmente sexual que os envolvia.

Haechan afastou as pernas, de forma que lá estava você, de joelhos, envolvida por elas. Ele se apoiou com uma das palmas, enquanto a outra encontrou-se na parte de trás da sua cabeça, te incentivando a morder um pouquinho mais o doce. Você o fez, dessa vez mais corajosa, os olhos nos dele.

Se seu coração já não estava acelerado, ele atravessou o mundo quando você observou a saliva dele escorrendo pelo cantinho da boca. Queria na sua língua, no seu corpo, nos seus dedos, queria lamber. E, quando Haechan sorriu debochado e tirou o restante extremamente pequeno do palitinho que dividiam vocês dois, você soube que ele permitiria seu pensamento.

A mão envolveu sua nuca e te puxou até a boca dele. Você quase gemeu com o desespero com que ele te encontrou, ficando de joelhos rapidinho, sem largar os seus lábios em momento algum, maltratando e fazendo questão de te deixar com sede. Definitivamente não de algum líquido, a não ser que fosse o que ele tinha a te oferecer.

— Quem ganhou? — você questionou, ofegante, sentindo-o acariciar seu rosto suavemente com o polegar, pressionando seu lábio inferior para baixo só para você abrir um pouquinho a boca gostosa.

— Você — ele admitiu sem hesitar. — Mas eu sou competitivo.

Você se arrepiou quando ele umedeceu os lábios, chegando pertinho do seu ouvido para só você escutar:

— E não me importo de levar isso aqui pra cama.

[alicanta77]

[3:35pm]

Donghyuck’s hands lightly held yours, his thumb rubbing your knuckles as he looked down at the movement, hiding the tears in his eyes. He took a shaky breath, and you squeezed your eyes shut. You didn’t want him to speak. If neither of you spoke, the inevitable couldn’t come, you could be fine, he wouldn’t have to leave.

But the inevitable always comes - that’s what makes it so painful. No matter how fast you run, you cannot escape it. 

“Logically I know nothing matters and everything is temporary, but emotionally, I’m crushed by the weight of everything that has ever happened to us, and ever will happen.”

Donghyuck’s words left a large lump in your throat that made you feel as though you couldn’t breathe anymore. Your heart clench, as if some spirit had reached into your chest and grabbed it and was twisting it, trying to wrench it out of it’s place.

“I guess our fairytale had a few plot holes.” You chuckled sadly, as if the pathetic fake laughter that came out of you distracted from the tears that started falling gently down your face, almost caressing your skin as they did so.

“No.” Donghyuck disagreed, shaking his head at you. “Our fairytale was a beautiful story. We just... ran out of ink before we could write the happy ending.”

“You’ll still love me?” You asked. Donghyuck reached his hands up to cup either side of your face.

“I'll love you forever.” Donghyuck said, closing his eyes as he pressed his forehead against yours. “That’s the problem”

Your eyes closed as well, relishing the feeling of Donghyuck’s thumb gently stroking your cheek, wiping away the tears that were falling.

You heard him sniff, and squeezed your eyes closer together. You knew he was crying. But you also knew that if you saw him crying you would never be able to walk away. 

This wasn’t supposed to go this way. Management were never supposed to get in the way, his contract wasn’t supposed to ruin the two of you. You were supposed to move in together. Then get your first dog together, a little golden puppy named Aurora. That would go into getting married, having kids, then driving them to sport practices and looking back at your life together and laughing.

But now none of that could happen. And soon you both had to leave this place and not see each other again.

You felt Donghyuck’s hands drop down to your waist and pull you closer. You brought your hands up around his neck and held onto him. His grip around your waist tightened as he hugged you close. He buried his face into your shoulder.

And that’s when Donghyuck broke down.

He cried into you, sobs wracking his body at the reality of having to leave you behind. You finally let yourself give in, whimpering into him as you stroked the back of his head.

He pulled out of the hug, before bring you back in for a kiss. It was the kiss of a lifetime, the kiss to end all kisses. It was the perfect goodbye.

You gently pulled away, opening your eyes to look at each other for the first time in a while. Donghyuck’s eyes were watering still, the light shimmering off them in an almost beautiful way. You thought about the irony of people eyes either shining with excitement or tears. And you remembered the way his eyes sparkled when you said you loved him.

The memories came flooding through your brain, all your time together, and you had to force them to stop or else you knew you would break again.

Then his phone pinged, a signal your time was up.

Donghyuck swallowed, before choking out a question. 

“If I look back, will our eyes meet?”

You nodded, not quite sure yet if you were lying or not. You weren’t sure if you had the strength to see him again and walk away. Or if he would keep walking away after looking back at you.

You couldn’t let him give up everything he’d worked for to be with you. You knew what you had to do.

You gradually stepped away from each other, holding hands until the very last second. But that last second was inevitable, and it tore the two of you apart from your other half, as you both turn to leave the person holding your heart behind. You began to walk, it getting more difficult with every step. The two of you were almost out of each other’s possible sight range.

Donghyuck looked back.

You walked away.