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fadedncity · 10 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 · 3 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 caracter��stica 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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aestradairio · 5 months ago

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. ⠀𖣁 died to be born again ⠀⠀⬚͒ౢ

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a-fan-world-blog · 1 month ago

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I love his face with no make-up 🤩😭

#gorgeous #lovely #beautiful #nct #handsome #pretty #nct icons #nct dream #nct 127 #nct haechan #haechan lee #lee haechan #haechan #nct donghyuck #lee donghyuck #donghyuck #handsome boy #gorgeous men

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hyuckssunshine · 7 months ago

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Fake dating Haechan texts

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onlyforyoukook · 3 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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chaniesun · 5 days ago

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🤍ྀི ~ | 𝓁𝒶𝓏𝓎

silence…

that was the only thing that filled yours and haechan’s bedroom..

the sweet smell of fresh bedding, lavender that was sprayed onto the pillows to help you sleep.

the sound, except from silence, was the rustling of tossing and turning, or a long breath that left some bodies lips.

it was so nice, so relaxing.

after a while of silence, and just cuddling, haechan spoke up. “are you okay, sunshine?…” he whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to your cheek.

“mhm…” you nodded, your lips doing the exact same thing to him.

haechan hummed contently, pulling you closer to him by the waist. “love being lazy with you, sunshine, ‘s my favourite…”

you nodded in agreement, too lazy and sleepy to even speak.

“do you wanna get some sleep?…” haechan asked, drawing circles on your back.

“yes, please…” you muttered, getting a bit more comfortable in haechan’s embrace, and closing your eyes.

“okay, baby. you can do that…” haechan said, pressing a quick peck to your forehead.

“i love you, sunshine…

“love you too, teddy bear…”

#nct #nct dream #nct u #nct 127 #fluff #kpop #kpop bg #kpop boy group #nct haechan #nct donghyuck #lee haechan #haechan lee #lee donghyuck #lee haechan x reader #lee donghyuck x reader #chaniesun #ℰ𝓋𝒶 🍥

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luvmahae · 2 months 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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wontune · 1 month ago

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𝜗ৎ ♡ renjun, haechan e jisung ( nct dream ) lockscreens !

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callaeon · 21 days ago

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Can you do a Haechan nsfw audio with some talking please?

here u go!

Haechan Audio — NSFW

haechan loves talking you through it during sex.

#haechan lee #lee haechan #nct donghyuck #haechan nct #nct haechan #nct smut #haechan smut #smut #nct #haechan #lee dong hyuck #lee donghyuck #nct dream donghyuck #nct dream #nct 127 #audio

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sunshyni · 14 days ago

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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! ❌

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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.

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