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fadedncity · 9 months ago

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save a horse, ride a cowboy

wc: 3.3k

pairing: haechan x fem!reader

cw: smut, bf!haechan, non idol au, alcohol consumption, switch!haechan, switch!reader, praising, teasing, oral sex (receiving), fingering, brief sensory deprivation, riding/cowgirl, dirty talk, pet names, marking, creampie, unprotected sex, small mention of other idols, small mention of aftercare

song inspo: tyrant, sweet ★ honey ★ buckiin’, and riiverdance by beyoncé

a/n: i've been listening to cowboy carter nonstop ever since it dropped, gaining a shit ton of inspiration lmao. happy reading! 🤠

You tap your boot along to the beat of the song, creating a soft thud on the wooden planks below you. The bar hums with activity, the air thick with the scent of whiskey and sawdust mixed with the aroma of sizzling food and spilled beer.

Lanterns flicker overhead, casting dancing shadows across the room as patrons swirled around the wooden dance floor, their boots drumming out rhythms as they engaged in lively line dancing, their laughter mingling with the twang of guitars and the thump of the bass.

"Anytime today, Hyuck," you sigh, resting your chin on the end of your cue stick while you wait for Haechan to make his move.

"I'm thinking," Haechan says, his hand on his hip as he surveys the pool table. The warm glow of overhead lights illuminates the green-felt surface of the pool table you've been occupying for the better part of an hour.

Haechan's gaze is intense, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he calculates each shot. His fingers trace the edge of his cue stick, the wood worn smooth from years of use. Haechan leans over the table, his movements fluid as he lines up his shot.

The sharp crack of the cue ball fills the air as he strikes, the 5 ball nearly making it into the pocket but hitting the edge of the table instead, causing Haechan to curse under his breath.

You smirk, rounding the table to Haechan's side, confidence oozing from your pores, "Excuse me," you lean over the table.

You eye the remaining balls with a grin, your mind already calculating the perfect angle for your next shot. With a smooth stroke, you send both the 11 and 8 balls careening into the corner pocket, sealing your victory.

"That makes it what now, 3-1," you tease, savoring the taste of triumph.

Haechan hadn't really been paying attention to your game-winning strike, too distracted by you leaning over in front of him, especially in this outfit.

"You know, maybe if you weren't too busy staring at my ass, you'd have a fair chance at winning."

"Not my fault your ass looks amazing in these pants," Haechan smirks, stepping forward and pressing his body flush against yours.

The scent of whiskey and cologne clouds your senses as you refuse to back down and look away even under the immense weight of his heavy stare.

"Hey—Oh I'm definitely interrupting something," Michelle said, breaking the tension between the two of you.

"Just me running Hyuck's pockets dry," You break the eye contact, looking over at your friend.

"So nothing new then," Michelle waves off, "Well Yangyang lost in darts, so the next round's on him," she informs you both.

"Say less," You slip from between Haechan and the pool table.

Haechan closely follows behind you as you join your friends gathered around the table.

"To victory and defeat," Renjun teases Yangyang, causing the younger to flip him off as he downed the shot.

"To victory and defeat!" the group echoed, clinking their glasses together before tossing back the fiery liquid and slamming them down on the table.

"So," You wince, letting the slight burn of the alcohol pass, "Wanna go another round?" you ask Haechan.

"So you can take more of my money? No thank you," he says, setting his glass down beside yours.

"Booo you're no fun," you scoff.

Haechan's lips curled into a sly grin, "How about something that gives a more fair chance of either of us winning."

"Like...?"

Haechan's eyes scanned the room before landing on the rowdy patrons lined up for their turn on the mechanical bull, its metal frame gleaming under the dim lights. Cheers and laughter erupted as riders attempted to last longer than the previous one, their determination matched only by the wild gyrations of the mechanical contraption.

"The mechanical bull."

You accept the challenge with a smirk, eager to prove your skills once again.

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the challenge. "And why would I lose?" With a playful tug, you snatched Haechan's hat from his head and plopped it on your own.

Haechan chuckles, his gaze trailing after the hat. "Because, sweetheart, if you've forgotten, you're about as graceful as a newborn calf," he says.

A grin spreads across your face as you adjust the hat, determined to prove him wrong. "Oh, baby, don't be so sure you know everthing. I've got moves you've yet to see," you counter, your competitive spirit ignited.

"You sure this hat isn't too small for your big head?" Haechan teases, flicking the brim of the hat on your head.

"Oh I'm sure. Unless you're scared to prove me right."

"I just don't want your ego to be bruised when you're proven wrong," Haechan says.

"Okay, how much you wanna bet?" you ask.

"How about we make this a little more interesting?" he proposes, his tone suggestive.

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by his suggestion. "And what's more interesting than money?" you inquire, a mischievous smile on your lips.

"If you win, I'll go home with you tonight and we can do whatever you want," he leans closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, "If I win, you'll come over to mine, and I get to do whatever I want to you," he says.

A chill runs down your spine as Haechan speaks these words in your ear. You swallow hard, trying not to make it evident how excited you are by his words.

"You're on, Hyuck."

"May the best rider win," he holds out his hand for you to shake.

As Haechan rose from his seat, a determined glint in his eyes, you couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation. He ventured toward the mechanical beast, his confident stride drawing the attention of both you and your friends. With a smirk, you leaned over to the rest of the table, informing them of the bet you had made with Haechan, leaving out a few of the more intimate details to spare their ears.

"How long do you think he'll last?" Dosie questions as she sat up in her seat to get a better view.

Mark turns in his spot, his eyes trained on Haechan as he mounts the mechanical bull. "I'll give him 10, maybe 15 seconds," he wagers, a playful grin spreading across his face.

As the mechanical bull bucked and swayed, Haechan surprised everyone by lasting longer than 15 seconds, though he was ultimately thrown off before reaching the 20-second mark, much to Yuta's amusement as he operated the machine.

"Have fun trying to beat that, babe," Haechan calls out confidently as he approaches you, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Have fun watching me," you wink as you stand to your feet, accepting the challenge laid before you.

Haechan switches places with you, his gaze fixated on your swaying hips as you walk away from the table. He watches you pass the pen, heading toward the DJ's booth where Johnny stands, whispering something in his ear. You exchange a knowing smile with Haechan from across the bar, a silent understanding passing between you as you prepare to take on the challenge.

As the music changes, signaling the start of your ride, you mount the mechanical bull with ease, feeling the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Once you have your balance, you let go of the reins and let the beat of the music flow through your body, trusting your hips to follow the movements of the machine to keep you upright.

Haechan watches you intently as you effortlessly command the bull, practically hypnotizing him as your hips move in sync with the music, and you make it look like the easiest thing ever.

"Tyrant every time I ride it, every time I ride it. Make it look so good-" The lyrics of the song ring out in Haechan's ears as he's unable to tear his eyes away from you.

Haechan's throat feels dry and can feel his cock stirring in his pants, watching you. His mind races, quickly disregarding any repercussions of the bet, wanting to take you home as the desire to have him be the one you're on top of grows with each whine of your waist.

The intensity of the ride increases, and you grab onto your hat, ensuring it stays firmly in place as you continue to ride with no hands, determined to prove a point to Haechan, all the while completely unaware of the turmoil you're subjecting him to.

But as your legs began to tire, you knew it was time to gracefully dismount the bull, bouncing on the airy cushion below before being helped up by Yuta.

"And we have a new record setter!" Johnny announces, causing the bar to erupt into cheers, the crowd raising their drinks in salute.

"Hey, you have a bit of drool, just right there," Kelcee teases Haechan as he still hasn't picked up his jaw.

Returning to the table victorious, you share a triumphant smile with Haechan, "This now makes it 4-1," you declare, downing the free shot Taeyong had brought to your table.

"We're leaving now," Haechan says.

"Why?" you ask.

"Cause I almost just came in my pants," he admits.

. . .

The entry to your house was heated, as Haechan couldn't wait another second after you got the key in the door. His hands were all over you, desperate to get your clothes off as you both almost trip over your feet, kicking off your boots.

"You're so impatient, baby. What's everyone gonna think of us just leaving so abruptly?" you ask.

"I don't give a fuck," Haechan reaches for your waist, pulling you close enough to feel the heat radiating off his skin, "I need you now." he pants against your lips.

You circle your arms around his neck, kissing him passionately. Haechan's hands on your hips travel lower, cupping your ass through your leather pants, making you groan into his mouth.

He grabs the back of your thighs, hoisting you into the air, making you yelp in surprise when you feel the ground no longer beneath your feet.

Haechan blindly navigates through your house, bringing you both to the bedroom, slightly knocking into pieces of furniture on the way there. You hop out of his arms when he nears the bed and push him down onto the mattress.

Sitting back on his hands, Haechan watches as you begin to undo the strings of your top, revealing the tops of your breasts.

You can tell he's already growing impatient, nibbling on his bottom lip and bouncing his leg, becoming more fidgety.

"Would you like to do the honors?" you drop your arms to your sides, and without missing a beat, Haechan drops to his knees in front of you. He swiftly undoes your belt, flinging somewhere in the room before making quick work of your pants, pulling the leather down your legs, allowing you to step out of them.

You softly run your fingers through Haechan's hair as he begins kissing his way up your legs. His hands snake up the sides of your legs, pulling you closer as he reaches the apex of your thigh.

"Can I?" he asks, looking up at you with desperation in his eyes.

"Go ahead, my love," you nod at him.

Haechan doesn't break eye contact as he takes the hem of your underwear between his teeth, slowly dragging them down your legs. He licks his lips, circling an arm around one of your thighs, pulling you closer to his face.

You sensually hum, letting your head fall back as Haechan's tongue laps at your folds. His eyes flick up to your face, watching as you lose yourself and begin rocking your hips against his mouth.

"Mhm, that's it, baby," you moan.

Haechan smirks before he catches your clit between his lips, sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Hyuck," you gasp, roughly tugging at his roots.

You mewl, feeling your knees becoming weak. But Haechan holding your hips helps you stay upright. He starts shifting in his place on the floor, his cock straining against his pants as he eats you out. Your eyes roll back, the warmth blooming in your lower stomach. Haechan shoves his face further between your legs, his tongue working tirelessly against your pulsing clit.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum," you tell him.

A muffled whimper can be heard from the man before you, desperate to taste all of you. Haechan's fingers reach your entrance, slowly sinking two digits into your pussy.

"Yes, yes, right there," you sigh.

Haechan groans when you roughly pull on his hair, tugging his head back. Your eyes meet your boyfriend's wide, lustful ones, seeing the lower half of his face glistening with your juices in the dim lighting of your bedroom.

You grab the collar of his shirt, getting him to stand to his full height, and crash your lips into his. You swipe your tongue along the seam of his lips, tasting yourself when you slip your tongue into his mouth.

You begin unbuttoning his shirt as he undoes the buckle of his belt, letting it clunk to the floor, before kicking off his pants along with his underwear.

With the strings of your vest untied, Haechan pushes the leather off your shoulders, finally getting you fully undressed as he pulls you down onto the bed with him, seating you in his lap.

A soft groan slips from Haechan's lips when you roll your hips into his, and you feel his cock growing more and more erect with each gyration of your hips. You trail kisses down his neck, softly sinking your teeth into his skin.

You push Haechan back onto the pillows, brushing your hair out of the way as it falls into his face.

"So," you start as you reach over to your nightstand, "Remember the part when you said if I win, we get to do whatever I want," you remind him, revealing the blindfold in your hand.

"Oh god," Haechan rolls his eyes.

"What, you said you trust me," you sit back with a pout.

"I do," Haechan sits up, hugging you closer, "I just hate the idea of not being able to see you," now he has a pout on his face, "I love nothing more than watching your face completely melt with bliss as I make you cum on my cock," his fingers dig into your skin, "But of course for you, my love, I'll do anything."

"We don't have t-"

"I want to. Just let me look at you a little longer first," Haechan tucks your hair behind your ear, admiring your features.

You press a kiss to his lips, "Alright, pretty boy," you tie the scarf behind his head, making sure not to get his hair caught in the knot. "You ready?"

"Do your worst," he says with a snarky grin, laying back with his hands behind his head.

"Okay," You lined his cock up with your entrance, slowly sinking down onto his length, "Just relax for me, babe."

"Fuck," Haechan draws out, reveling in the feeling of you wrapped around him.

"God, you fill me up so good, Hyuck," you begin to rock your hips.

His hands reach out for you but he stops himself. "Can I touch you?"

"Hmm, not yet," you say, "Just sit there and take it like a good boy," you kiss the corner of his mouth.

Haechan whimpers and bucks his hips up into yours, balling his fists to restrain himself. You flatten your feet on the bed, giving yourself more leverage. Each time you lower yourself, you feel the tip of his cock reaching the deepest parts of you.

Haechan tries to keep himself from moving too much but fails miserably, too drunk off the feeling of your warm, wet walls, hugging his length with a vice grip.

"Please—fuck—please, you feel so fucking good," he squirms beneath you, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Yeah, is this what you wanted?" you let your knees fall on either side of his waist, slowing down your movements, "Couldn't stop yourself from hoping I'd ride you as well as that mechanical bull, huh, pretty boy?"

His breath hitches in his throat, "Mhm..."

"Maybe you knew you'd lose, and knew you'd get exactly what you wanted anyway."

Haechan laughs, "It may have crossed my mind."

You pull the blindfold from over his eyes, and Haechan blinks his vision into focus, staring up at you.

"God, you got me so fucking weak," Haechan sighs, bringing a smile to your face.

"Come here," you jut your chin toward him.

Haechan sits up, wrapping his arms around and crashing his lips into yours. You tangle your fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss. Haechan's lips muffle your moans, holding your hips and directing your movements.

"Fuck, I wanna cum so bad," he says.

"What makes you think you deserve to?" you tease.

Mischief gleams in your boyfriend's eyes as he holds your waist, bringing you both closer to the edge of the bed. He grabs your ankles, directing your feet to flatten on the bed on either side of him. With the extra leverage, you're able to move more fluidly and curl your arm around Haechan's neck as you ride him.

"Oh my god, hyuck, you feel so fucking good," you whine.

"That's right, sweetheart," he takes hold of your waist, slamming his cock up into you, "Take it like it's yours," he grunts.

You cry out, throwing your head back as Haechan can't tear his eyes away from where your bodies meet, too entranced with the way your sopping heat swallows his cock.

"I feel so close," you say.

"Yeah?" he smirks. He sneaks his hand between your bodies, and a moan rips from your throat as he circles your clit with his thumb.

"Please, Hyuck, oh my god!" your fingernails dig into his shoulder, causing him to his at the temporary pain. "I want you to cum with me."

"Oh I'm right there with you, princess," his voice drops an octave, "Just focus on how good it feels. How much I fill you up over and over again. How your pretty little pussy takes me so well."

"Please, baby, m'close," you slur.

"That's it, sweetheart, yeah," Haechan's jaw clenched, feeling how tight you are right now, "Let me have it all."

Your thighs tremble, and the muscles in your lower stomach contract as you feel the knot inside you snap. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, and your vision goes black. You slump against Haechan's chest as his hips continue fucking up into you, your orgasm sending him into his own.

"Fuck," Haechan buries his cock inside you, letting his seed decorate your inner walls.

"Oh my god," was all you could say as you wrapped your arms around Haechan, trying to catch your breath.

Haechan tucks his head into the crook of your neck and rubs his hand up and down your back. Soft kisses against the side of your throat bring you out of your haze, and you lift your head to meet Haechan's eyes.

"That was…"

"Yeah, it was," you both laugh.

"Are you alright?" he asks, soothing circles into your skin with his thumbs.

"Yeah, I'm just already feeling it in my legs," you tell him, hissing from the discomfort in your limbs.

You attempt to stand, almost falling to the floor if it weren't for Haechan grabbing your waist and seating you back on the bed.

"How about you stay here, and I get you cleaned up. I have a feeling you're gonna be having some difficulty getting around for the next few days," Haechan chuckles.

"It was totally worth it," you reply.

a/n: i feel like it’s been so long since i’ve put something out and im so sorry for that 😣 but i’ve missed y’all and i’ve missed writing. i can’t promise my next story will be out soon but i’ll definitely be putting some more stuff out later on in the year. i love you all and thank you for reading <33 feedback is appreciated!!

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sunshyni · 2 months ago

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tá faltando ó - Lee Haechan

Haechan × Fem!Reader | amizade colorida | br!auzinho de lei | sugestivo | wc: 0.7k

notinha da Sun: não tenho muito a declarar, só queria ele e ponto final 😞

— Ih, tá nervosinha por quê? — Haechan perguntou enquanto se abaixava um pouco para entrar debaixo do guarda-sol e te dava um beijo manhoso na bochecha. Você segurou o rosto dele, impedindo-o de se afastar logo após o beijo barulhento. — Não gosto dessa cara amarrada, neném.

— É coisa do trabalho. Não devia me estressar, mas você sabe como sou perfeccionista — você respondeu, empurrando a aba do boné dele para baixo. Haechan tirou o boné, colocou-o sobre o cooler e se abaixou ao seu lado, na areia fresca protegida pela sombra.

— Tá maluca, bebê? A gente tá de férias, sabia? — Você se ajeitou na cadeira, sentando-se na ponta para apertar o rosto dele entre suas mãos até ele soltar um xingamento. Amava a amizade cheia de benefícios que tinham, sabendo que, no fim da noite, poderia estar na casa dele vestindo apenas a camiseta com a estampa do garoto que gostava de invisibilidade, embora ele adorasse atenção. E principalmente a sua — fosse através dos seus olhos, das suas mãos ou daquele toque gostoso que sempre o fazia revirar os olhos e tombar a cabeça para trás.

— Eu sei... Mas não consigo evitar... — você começou, mas parou quando ele se levantou de repente, te pegando no colo como se você não pesasse nada. Subestimava a força dele e nunca imaginou que ele fosse te carregar até o mar daquele jeito, mas lá estava ele, te surpreendendo.

— Haechan, eu tô de roupa! — você reclamou, mas ele nem ligou, balançando você algumas vezes antes de te jogar na água calma da tarde. Você engoliu um pouco de água, se levantou, piscando para limpar os olhos ardendo de sal, e começou a socá-lo com os punhos fechados, um sorriso já moldando seus lábios.

— Eu te detesto.

— Para, princesa. Você tava com aquele olhar de quem quer me devorar. Te trouxe aqui pra dar uma esfriada — ele provocou. Você lançou um olhar ofendido, mas logo começou a jogar água nele, molhando a camiseta floral ridícula. O senso de moda dele lembrava o do Agostinho Carrara, mas você adorava esse traço único da personalidade dele.

Em algum momento, ele te puxou para um abraço, tocando seu nariz com o indicador, o que te fez franzir o rosto. Ele não resistiu e te beijou, um beijo lento e gostoso, encaixando a boca na sua com a fome característica que sempre existia entre vocês. As mãos grandes dele seguraram sua nuca enquanto os corpos se tocavam sem cerimônia, mesmo com uma criança em uma boia de tartaruga não muito distante.

— Na verdade, eu tava mesmo pensando em te tocar... Você sabe — você murmurou e ele gemeu, puxando de leve o tecido molhado da sua saída de banho branca. Você sorriu, já sem dar a mínima para o problema no trabalho que teria que resolver na semana seguinte.

— Você fica toda coradinha quando fala besteira, e isso me deixa louco — ele provocou, afastando uma mecha do seu cabelo para trás da orelha antes de te beijar novamente, agora com mordidinhas e chupões que te deixavam completamente entregue, molhada não só pela água do mar.

— Não consigo raciocinar quando você me beija assim — você admitiu, abraçando-o pela cintura e apreciando a textura da camisa encharcada, que destacava o corpo dele. Haechan não costumava exibir o físico dessa forma, reservando isso apenas para você, na privacidade da sua casa ou da dele, seja no quarto ou no chuveiro.

— Tá faltando isso aqui pra você — ele disse com um gesto sugestivo, mostrando o dedo médio e o indicador, enquanto colocava a língua para fora, a mesma que há segundos estava na sua boca. Você riu, porque era impossível não rir quando seu melhor amigo era um cafajeste irresistível.

Depois de recuperar o fôlego, com ele distribuindo beijos pelo seu pescoço, você não conseguiu se segurar.

— Me ajuda com essa falta, então.

Haechan te olhou intensamente. A mão que estava na sua cintura subiu para sua nuca, massageando com firmeza e carinho.

— Melhor se hidratar, neném. Não vou tirar os dedos de você hoje.

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hyuckssunshine · 6 months ago

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Fake dating Haechan texts

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aestradairio · 4 months ago

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. ⠀𖣁 died to be born again ⠀⠀⬚͒ౢ

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onlyforyoukook · 2 months ago

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Forbidden Feelings

paring: haechan x fem¡reader

synopsis: college student haechan who has a crush on his best friend mark lee’s sister. whom by the way is COMPLETELY off limits to his friends.

genre:smau

6. Y/N DID WHAT.

masterlist - previous - next

- tag list ; @injunnie-lemon @n0hyuck @beomgyusonlywife @foxy-kitsune @juyeonshour @mixxiew @minkyuncutie @thegracerammy

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luvmahae · 1 month ago

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john summit fanboys!

‣ haechan: nu chi theta's very own wild card! a public relations major, known for his big flirt energy, people love him for his confidence and unapologetically bold personality—he’s just him. literally the life of the party, usually the one who stands out because of how obnoxiously loud he is. music festivals are practically his second home; catch him either riding the rail or vibing back with his frat bros. with him, expect the unexpected; he's always full of surprises.

‣ mark: the frat's resident house dj of nu chi theta, a marketing major who wants to be john summit so bad according to haechan. he literally bought lasers off ebay just for their frat house. he's the guy everyone likes without trying. the frat's laid-back heartthrob, the one that can make everyone feel comfortable even if he's more reserved than his wilder friends. maybe one day he'll be headlining a festival... who knows!

‣ jaemin: the frat's smooth-talking communications major and surprisingly the king of rage cage! the highest body count in the group (insane). with a smile that could probably talk its way out of a speeding ticket, he's the guy everyone crushes on. the resident designated driver because he loves showing off his modded car. he literally wants a girlfriend but is absolutely terrified of commitment... but are we surprised? no.

‣ jeno: the ultimate double threat in the frat: a kinesiology major who's literally a frat bro and a gym bro... double whammy! with his build, who doesn't want a shoulder ride from him? he's the one in charge of bringing the goodies to events or to any party if you know what i mean. the resident rave dad, usually the one who holds the totem and has a fanny pack of just the essentials. vicks? gum? the fan? count on jeno.

‣ jisung: the computer science major who went through the key club to frat boy life pipeline. the smartest in the group obviously; i mean, how is he keeping up with classes with these events? he might be the complete opposite of his big (haechan), but they just mesh so well. if he's not partying, he's gaming in his room! not picking up the phone? just message him on discord.

introducing the gamma alpha class of nu chi theta! these fratboys formed their friend group during their freshman year, when they all rushed for the same fraternity. they bonded fairly quickly during pledge week, going through hell and back to get where they are now. shoutout to our sexy pledge dads jaehyun and johnny for crossing these idiots! from that point on, their lives became a wild ride of house parties, club events, and most importantly: brotherhood. jisung joined the fraternity later on and was picked up by none other than lee haechan, sealing their place as the ultimate big/little duo. now, their days are filled with unforgettable nights of partying, drinking, and endless hookup stories—living their best frat life, one rager at a time.

masterlist — yn's group — intro

notes: i rly hope u guys enjoy this!! crying because the bios make me wanna ??? </3 BUT I LIVE FOR IT.... also if anyone has questions about raving and stuff related to it, pls let me knowww omg!!

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waechan · 9 months ago

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if i was a worm, would you still love me?

pairing: nct dream hyung line x reader

genre: fluff

notes: just a fun little text imagine, haven’t done one of these before so lmk if u like it! this is just the hyung line, i’ll do maknae line if this receives good response:)

: ̗̀➛

mark lee

renjun huang

jeno lee

haechan lee

: ̗̀➛

hope these were funny! i laughed at the renjun one lol its prob my fav out of all these<3

#nct dream #nct dream x reader #kpop #nct dream imagines #nct dream fluff #nct #nct fluff #mark lee #mark lee x reader #huang renjun #renjun x reader #jeno x reader #lee jeno #haechan lee #haechan x reader

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yeoosaangg · 1 year ago

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៹ EVERYDAY || KINKTOBER ─ DAY 18

➛ PAIRING:: LEE HAECHAN × FEM!READER

➛ NOW PLAYING:: EVERYDAY — ARIANA GRANDE

⤷ ❝ANYTIME, ANYWHERE. BABY BOY, I CAN MISBEHAVE.❞

➛ GENRE:: ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, NON-IDOL!AU, SMUT

➛ WARNINGS:: ROLEPLAY, CAR SEX, FINGERING, GAGGING, SLIGHT DEGRADATION, THROAT FUCKING

── ⋆ ⋆ ── 𔘓 ── ⋆ ⋆ ──

You curse yourself for going faster than the speed limit. But it's unfair that only you got pulled over when other cars were matching your speed.

All you wanted was to get home and spend the night with your boyfriend. You haven't seen him in a week, wearing his favorite lingerie underneath a black dress.

Officer: License and registration, miss.

You sigh, pulling out your credentials from the dashboard and hand it to the man who's flashlight blinds you from getting a good look at his face.

Officer: I'll be right back.

He walks back over to his car, surely looking up your information on his database.

You get a notification from your boyfriend, Donghyuck, asking about your whereabouts. You bite your bottom lip to contain a smirk and tell him the situation.

He's a bit worried about you getting pulled over, but he's sure you'll be fine. He sends multiple heart emojis before the officer comes back.

Officer: You realize how fast you were going, young lady?

Y/n: I'm very sorry, Officer...

Officer: Haechan.

You supress a giggle and nod.

Y/n: Officer Haechan. I was a little eager to get home to my boyfriend.

Haechan: Regardless of your destination, I'm going to have to write you a ticket.

Y/n: No, please don't! I won't be able to make the court date or pay the fine.

Haechan: You can't talk your way out of a ticket, miss.

You frown, looking down at your hands when you get an idea.

Y/n: Can I fuck my way out of it?

He looks at you incredulously.

Haechan: You can't be serious.

Y/n: Very serious.

He watches you close the window and climb to the back seat. You coax him inside your car as you slip your dress off of your body.

He looks around, finding no one in sight.

The streets were empty.

He opens the door to the car and quickly locks it behind himself.

Y/n: Go ahead, Officer Haechan. I'm all yours.

He parts your thighs, sliding his fingers up and down your folds through the thin fabric of your panties.

Haechan: What's your boyfriend gonna think, hm? Getting fucked by an officer before going home to him?

Y/n: What he won't know won't hurt him.

The man hovering above you chuckles while moving your panties to the side. He muses at how wet your pussy is for him.

Haechan: Such a filthy whore, aren't you?

You moan when two of his fingers glide into your welcoming cunt. He works you open, draining all the chaos that filled your brain.

He's shamelessly touching you, not caring if you're trying so hard to stay quiet at the risk of getting caught.

His fingers pump into you so fast, you moan into your hand. It has your eyes rolling back, toes curling, body trembling, and back arching off the backseat through your orgasm.

Y/n: Officer, please feed me your cock.

Haechan moans, licking his fingers clean. He unbuttons his pants and pulls them down just enough for his cock to spring free.

He sits you up, but you slouch down just enough for him to slap your face lightly with his leaking tip. He traces your lips before forcing his length down your throat.

Your eyes tear up, but you pliantly stay still as he thrusts his hips into your face. His balls slap the underside of your chin, so you play with them as best you can.

You start to gag around his dick, spit spilling from the sides of your mouth and down your chin. The feeling of you chocking on a moan has him spilling his cum down your throat.

He pulls away from your face to finally let you breathe. He rubs his thumbs on your cheeks, kissing you all over your face as you heavily breathe through your nose.

Haechan: God, miss. You're so fucking hot. Might have to steal you from your boyfriend.

It takes you a few tries to finally speak again.

Y/n: You gotta fuck me better than him if you want that to happen, Sir.

His lips twitch into a smug smirk, switching your positions so you're hovering over his cock.

Haechan: I'd rather watch you bounce on my dick.

You line him at your entrance and sit down, not caring if the stretch was painful. You just want him inside of you already.

Haechan: Oh, fuck. You're so tight.

Y/n: So big!

His hands massage your hips, sucking on your nipples as you adjust to his thick size.

You start moving, eliciting a pornographic moan from the man underneath you. He shoves his fingers into your mouth, musing at the way your eyes glaze over.

You bounce up and down, your pace getting faster and more desperate to cum again. His other hand finds your clit, making circles as you fuck yourself.

Your legs are starting to get tired, so he grabs your hips and slams up into you.

You don't care if it's quiet anymore, you just want him to continue fucking you all night long.

Y/n: Hyuck, it feels so fucking good.

Haechan: Who's that? Is that your boyfriend's name?

Shit, you slipped up.

Y/n: Yeah.

Haechan: Guess I gotta fuck you harder so you forget about him.

And he does.

You're gripping the seats for dear life as he abuses your cunt, cock stretching your gummy walls more than you thought possible.

Your body was so exhausted as another orgasm rips through you, the officer cumming deep inside your cunt. He stays inside you, kissing along your collarbone while you calm down.

Haechan: You okay, baby?

Y/n: I'm okay. I love you, Hyuckie.

He chuckles and pecks your lips a few times, stroking your shaking thighs.

Haechan: I love you, too.

Y/n: I messed up, didn't I?

Haechan: A little, but I found it adorable.

Y/n: I can't help it.

Haechan: It's okay, beautiful. I'm not mad at you.

Y/n: I know... It's just-

He shuts you up by kissing you on the lips. He pulls at your bottom lips before smiling at you.

Haechan: We'll get the hang of it. You did so good for me, sunshine.

Y/n: Can we go home now? I want you to fuck me in the comfort of our bedroom.

He giggles, rubbing your sides with gentle hands.

He's so in love with you, nothing could make him get mad at you. Not even if you accidentally call him by his real name during roleplay.

Haechan: Of course we can, sweetheart.

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a/n: haechan makes me feel weak in the knees and writing this did NOT help in keeping the delusions away... thanks for reading ‹𝟹

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nayeonzzzz · 3 months ago

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DIE WITH A SMILE - MARK LEE a smau

summary : In a world where unspoken feelings linger like shadows, from childhood friends their memories of a love that never fully bloomed. Despite her heart's longing for her best friend , who one day disappears and never comes back until she sees him on tv.

Genre : fluff , crack , childhood friends to strangers to ?? , mean jokes / sex jokes , sad ending

Status : ongoing

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001 : written in the stars

002 : thinking about you

Taglist? : ask to be tagged

Notes : this is instead going to be my smau , not I loved you 😭 I lowkey lost my motivation and got sick of social media for a day min but im back WE UP 💪💪 , this one will be updated pretty frequently :0

PLEASE do not steal / copy or repost my work without credits and or permission! I’ve taken my own time and ideas to make this so I’d appreciate it if it could stay on my page only :3

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corazondelicado · 4 months ago

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#nct #nct dream #nct u #moodboard #lq moodboard #nct moodboard #haechan moodboard #haechan lee #lee dong hyuck #haechan

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sunshyni · 3 days ago

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"Amor próprio é bom. Mas o seu é mais"

Haechan × Fem!reader |•| Fluff |•| Palavrinhas – 0.7k

Sinopse – Haechan pode ser um completo bananão, mas fazer o quê? Você o amava.

☀️ Notinha da Sun – Eu sei, eu não respondi vocês no último post, vou responder KKKKKK Tô meio tristinha, sei lá, acho que todo mundo passa por essa fase dos 20, quando tá todo mundo casando e sendo feliz e você nunca teve a experiência de namorar KKKKKKK Tô pensando muito nisso, e quanto mais eu penso acho que o problema tá em mim e começo a encontrar milhões de defeitos que eu nem tinha parado pra pensar. Mas enfim, alguém namora comigo por caridade?? KKKKKKKKK

— Tá, desculpa, vai! — Haechan exclamou, tentando pegar suas mãos, que o atingiam no peitoral. — Tá me machucando, maluca.

— Tá? Então deixa eu te acertar mais vezes, porque foi exatamente assim que eu me senti quando você tomou chá de sumiço. — Você parou de batê-lo, afastou os cabelos e respirou fundo. — Você veio com aquela história de que precisava se conhecer direito antes de gostar tanto de mim. E agora? O que muda? Porque, na aparência, você é o mesmo menino de 5 meses atrás.

— Desculpa.

— Você acha mesmo que uns três "desculpinhas" vão me fazer voltar pra você? — Você questionou. Estavam no seu cenário favorito: uma praia pouco movimentada, no fim da tarde, em que a luz do entardecer clareava os cabelos castanhos dele e os olhos do mesmo tom. Você bufou. Quase chorava — na verdade, já estava chorando — quando avançou sobre ele, dessa vez não para bater, mas para abraçá-lo. — Ai, eu sou uma tonta mesmo... Mas eu te amo pra caramba, seu bananão.

— Nunca me chamaram assim. — Ele riu, te abraçando meio incerto. Sentia que não merecia seu afeto, não depois de ter te deixado com uma desculpa esfarrapada de que precisava se reencontrar. Ele realmente precisava, mas você tinha todos os instrumentos pra ajudá-lo. Ele descobriu isso dois meses depois de se distanciar, ir para o outro lado do mundo e, depois, procrastinar por mais três meses até te procurar. Tinha medo da rejeição, mesmo que se fizesse de durão e dissesse o contrário.

— Pra tudo tem uma primeira vez, bananão. — Você disse com um sorriso, se afastando e ajeitando o cabelo atrás da orelha. Haechan desviou o olhar por uns cinco segundos e depois voltou a te encarar. — Que foi?

Visualmente, ele estava nervoso. Você sabia disso, conhecia o comportamento dele, mas não conseguia apontar diretamente o que o deixava tão irrequieto.

— Você disse que me ama. — Ele riu, envergonhado, com as bochechas vermelhas, como se vocês tivessem passado no barzinho da esquina instantes antes.

— Eu disse, né? — Você perguntou sem pedir resposta. Estava envergonhada também. Detestava correr atrás de alguém por quem estava obviamente caidinha. Prezava seu ego. Mas com ele era diferente. Você não sabia dizer por quê. Não era só pela beleza, por ele ser divertido à beça, nem por parecer másculo demais em momentos oportunos que te davam vontade de devorá-lo num bequinho qualquer. Era alguma coisa nova, meio assustadora, que você nunca tinha experimentado antes — pelo menos, não de forma romântica.

Você colocou um nome pra isso hoje. Soletrava-se A-M-O-R e lia-se amor.

— E você não me respondeu...

— Eu também. Também te amo. Não teria voltado se não te amasse. Pra caramba. — Ele disse, enfatizando o "pra caramba", fazendo seus olhos lacrimejarem de repente. Haechan sabia que você fazia carinha de bebê chorão quando começava a chorar sem previsão de fim. Então, ele te abraçou de novo, escondendo seu rosto no próprio corpo e sacudindo você suavemente, como uma mãe balança o filho para fazê-lo dormir.

Uma musiquinha melodiosa saía dos lábios macios e bonitos dele. Não era no seu idioma. Você não sabia que história ela contava, mas parecia uma canção de ninar. Poderia ser Brilha, Brilha Estrelinha ou qualquer outra que você escutara quando criança.

Mas, se dependesse de você, ainda teria muito tempo pra descobrir aquilo. Podia até enxergá-lo afastando seu véu do rosto e te contemplando com fascínio. É... Aquele menino tinha que ser seu.

— Parou, neném? — Haechan perguntou, tirando seu rosto do esconderijo para contemplá-lo, agora vermelhado pelo choro incessante. Ele beijou sua testa e, depois, desceu um pouquinho mais para te beijar nos lábios. — Eu sou cruel, eu sei.

— Mas tem uma coisa pior. — Você começou, com os braços ao redor dele e o queixo encostado no peitoral dele, enquanto sua cabeça permanecia erguida para fitá-lo.

— O quê? — Lee questionou, confuso. Você riu, dando de ombros.

— Falei mal de você pra todo mundo que conheço. Até para os meus pais.

Ele sorriu, mas fingiu dor ao fazer uma careta.

— Fazer o quê... Cê vai ter que levantar muita prece pra mim agora.