#sparkly haechan!

[hotasfahrenheit]

This is a Christmas special, so we will make a puppy cake that looks like Sammy.

[NCT 127 - Home Together]

[Home Together gifsets 1 | 2]

[haetrack]

pro: love: add

hacker!haechan x afab!reader

wc: 11.6k

warnings: smut, little plot, they are PERVERTS, slight invasion of privacy, esex, masturbation, praising, degradation, overstimulation, edging, sex meetup, oral, unprotected sex (NO!), switch!haechan, switch!reader, mentions of panty sniffing, breeding, fleshlight, this is all very unrealistic and i also know nothing about hackers thank u (also this represents haechan in no way)

a/n: HAPPY BDAY TO MY SPARKLY PRINCESS!!! this is the best guy ever... hope everyone enjoys my little present :3

if you asked him how he became a member of an underground maybe-not-so-ethical kinda-not-really mafia group, he wouldn’t know what to say.

when he was younger, he took interest in the technology around him. because of this interest, he finds himself in front of his laptop, quickly hacking into some random company’s firewall for his boss. he doesn’t mess with anything else, grabbing some information of a person he doesn’t know to send off.

he puts all the information about the man in a well protected folder and sends it off. that’s really all he does. he’s someone who works behind the scenes, unlike his other group members who have a more up close hand in everything. he wouldn’t want to either way, finding the solidarity and animosity in his room to be just right.

it was easy for haechan to get used to this lifestyle. he never really had too many people to talk to before, so now he gets to make easy money in the comfort of his home without talking a lot. he can do everything in his apartment without having to go out much, either. 

he yawns before closing all the windows on his screen. he’s done all the work he was assigned today, but he doesn’t know what he wants to do next. he takes his glasses off his face, hand moving to rub at his eyes before he slumps against his gaming chair. his hands fall to his lap, one of his thumbs massaging the soft skin of his inner thigh.

he smirks to himself, quickly acting on impulse as he moves to palm the front of his shorts. his cock twitches at the touch as he sighs contently at the feeling. his head rolls back against his seat, shutting his eyes as he gets hard. he bites his lip, his hand moves to slide under the waistband of his shorts and boxers-

he’s cut off by his phone buzzing loudly at the corner of the desk. he debates on not answering, but when he brings his phone close to his face, he curses. he sits up a bit before sliding his glasses back on, grumbling to himself as he answers the phone.

“what do you want, mark?”

“all i did was call you and you’re already mad,” mark huffs.

haechan rolls his eyes, “please hurry up and tell me why you called me.”

he can hear mark clear his throat, “johnny’s asking if you’ve sent that information he needs.”

haechan can feel his own mood turning sour. his tongue pokes at his cheek, “you can tell johnny that he can ask me that himself.”

it’s silent for a few moments on the other side of the call. haechan wants to scream at mark for taking so long when he could be doing other things. he feels his blood turn cold when he hears johnny’s voice, “hey, haechan? i need you to send those files before i make sure that your pay gets cut.”

“y-yeah, sorry! i just sent them a bit ago. please don’t reduce my pay, i might actually die.” 

johnny laughs lightly, haechan sighing in relief at the sound, “i wouldn’t do that to you. you’re lucky that you’re funny.”

haechan cries out a thank you to him, causing the other two to laugh. he waits for them to calm down before beginning, “let me know if you need anything else. i have to go, i was a little busy before you called.”

mark’s voice sounds from the call, “doing?”

johnny interrupts, “probably something nasty.”

“no! why do you always say that?”

“what else should i expect from a guy who does shit with his computer and stays inside all day?”

haechan groans, “whatever. i’m hanging up.”

haechan is quick to turn his phone on silent before throwing it somewhere on his bed. he isn’t hard anymore, but now he’s too desperate to just ignore it. he opens a private screen on his computer before scrolling for a bit. he doesn’t want to watch porn, doesn’t want to read it, but there’s something he wants to try.

he’s heard through small forums of this website that allows you to chat with an online service that adjusts to your preferences automatically. he finds it after some time, hands slightly shaky as he presses on the link. it’s a nice looking website, stating some information before he can actually get into it. he wonders what mechanisms were used to make it. he can’t help it.

he skims through the information before clicking the start button. he’s met with the sight of an anime-looking girl, one that he’d find on hentai. the voice calls out to him, what would you like to do with me tonight?

he’s quick to type out, ive been so busy. just need someone to take care of me.

the character on the screen leans forward more, exposing more of her chest. haechan bites his lip at the sight, her voice calling out again, yeah? want me to take care of you? make you feel nice and good?

he responds with a yes, quickly shimmying out of his shorts as his cock strains in his boxers. it’s not often that he gets to talk like this with someone, even if this someone isn’t real. he’s too horny to care, not when he’s already been denied once. the character smiles at his response, groping at its chest. haechan watches closely, eyes hooded as he once again palms himself.

it must be so hard for you, right? the character says, getting bossed around all day when all you wanna do is get taken care of. i’ll do anything you want me to. 

there’s a voice-to-chat option, but haechan isn’t really sure he wants to do that for his own privacy. he’ll manage to type with one hand while his other grips around his clothed length. make yourself feel good w me, want u 2 tell me when to cum.

the character agrees quickly, the screen pushing back to get its whole body in frame. it’s clad in only panties, smiling at him before speaking, are you gonna touch yourself for me? let me see how big your cock is?

he slides his boxers down just enough to get his length out. it slaps against his stomach, leaking at the tip. he didn’t realize how needy he was until now, easily wrapping his fist around his length. it’s easy for him to give in, the character’s words drifting to his ear, causing small whines to fill the air.

he tunes it all out eventually (not counting when he gets praised). he can’t stop thinking about how bad he wants to do this with someone in real life. he always says it’s because he’s too busy with his job, but he knows he can’t keep lying to himself. he pretends that sweet voice that’s calling out to him is someone real, sitting right on top of him as he gets whispered praises.

his hand wraps around his cock tighter at the thought, his hips bucking up into his fist. he licks his lips as his other hand trails up his hand, his fingers brushing over his nipple. quiet whimpers fill the air, and there’s nothing he wants more than to moan out someone’s name. 

he could give everything to someone. he’d be so obsessed, practically at their beck and call. he just needs to put all this energy and desperation he has somewhere. he isn’t a loser, isn’t gross, but it’s hard to deny it all when he’s getting off to a character calling him sweet and coaxing him to an orgasm.

he bites down on his lip to stop the pathetic moan that tries to slip out. he’s not typing anymore, listening in to what the voice is telling him to do. speed up, show me how bad you need it, and all haechan can do is obey and fuck his fist faster. 

sobs sound throughout his room as his fist tightens around his tip, his thumb teasing at it. he no longer cares about how loud he’s being, no longer cares about denying how pathetic he looks right now. all he wants to do is cum, wants someone to come over so he can stuff all of his cum inside of a warm pussy.

it doesn’t take much longer, cum spurting all over his fist as he pinches at his nipples, loud whimpers slipping out of him. his ears are ringing, the voice speaking to him inaudible as he rides out his high. his hips twitch when he tries to overstimulate himself, a breathy laugh slipping out of his mouth.

the character looks fucked out, cheeks red as if it came down from its own orgasm. there’s a small smirk on its face, thanking him for everything, telling him just how good he’s been. haechan lays back onto his chair, heavy breaths beginning to even out. it’s when he hears the voice speak up again:

thanks for being such a good boy, lee donghyuck.

haechan’s heart stops. what did it just say? 

it was easy getting all of his information.

you don’t really tap into the chats happening on your website, but this one piqued your interest. the fake name put in sounded too familiar, something you're sure you’ve heard before. you can’t miss out on this opportunity of possibly getting to see one of the most renowned hackers. 

when you dig a little deeper, you’re met with some information about him. you’d think for a hacker, he’d be a little more protective about his information. it’s all laid out in front of you, almost as if he were begging for someone- for you to find it.

you can’t help but fuck with him a little. you make the character that he’s talking to call him by his real name. that’s all you were gonna do, really, besides look over his chat (to which you find out he likes being called a good boy). you know what he’s capable of, and if this is really him, you don’t want anything to happen to you.

except, you don’t really take into account how good he is at what he does, and you’re quick to get a call from someone you don’t know. you ignore it, obviously, given the circumstance you’re in. you should block the number seeing how you’re being spammed with calls, but you can’t get yourself to. you want to see how far this can go, to see if it’s really him, and just to make fun of him a little.

after what seems like the twentieth call, you finally pick up. it sounded like he was hyperventilating for a moment, but you assume he saw that you actually answered with how quiet he got. you don’t want to talk first, none of this is really your fault. you can hear him suck in a breath before he speaks, “who are you and what did you just do?”

“well, if you got my number, i’m assuming you already know who i am.”

he’s mumbling to himself in words you can’t hear. you should be scared, but knowing he just got off on your website makes this whole thing funnier. he can’t exactly report you, either. he would have to prove how he got your number when he doesn’t even know you.

“what made you even look into my conversation?” he pauses for a bit, probably recounting the whole chat, “i wasn’t even doing anything wrong?”

“your username seemed pretty familiar to me. sounded like something i’ve definitely heard before.” you pause, letting your words sit in the air. you can hear his breath pick up, trying to pull himself together at the possible thought of being caught. you start again, “are you… 6sunfull?”

he doesn’t speak. you don’t need him to say that he is, the silence tells you everything you need to know. you speak again, “you know, for being such a good hacker, you kinda suck at hiding your information.”

“how did you even find it? if it’s how i’m thinking, then that’s like, a total invasion of my privacy!”

you laugh, “that’s crazy coming from you. isn’t your whole job all about invading other people’s privacy?”

“it’s different!” he lets out an exasperated noise, “you run a porn website, think about your customers privacy!”

you splutter out a laugh, “look, i’m not gonna report you or anything. i just think it’s funny that someone like you was begging to be taken care of.”

“how do you even know that i’m that hacker? what if i’m just a random person getting my info taken away from me?”

“one, you got my number out of nowhere. two, you knew how i got your information. you’re used to this. plus, your birthday was basically in your username.”

an annoyed sound comes from his side of the call, “all i used was a six! whatever. i don’t want to talk about this anymore. do whatever with that information.” he quickly hangs up afterwards. you can’t blame him, you would probably try to run away from this, too. he didn’t ask you to block his number either, which tells you should let him take his time.

after all, he sounded too cute to let go.

a few days pass and you haven’t heard from him.

you’ve been trying to pretend like you don’t want to text him or you don’t want him to call you, but it’s been hard. he hasn’t been back on your website, hasn’t shown any sign of thinking about you. you’re not sure why you’re so invested, but knowing that you might be one of the only people who knows who he is helps.

but today, you get a text from the same unknown number from the other night.

unknown: you’re not going to report me to the police or anything… right

you: why would i do that

knowing that he’s on his phone, you’re quick to press the call button. it rings a few times before he decides to answer, a smile beginning to form on your face. you want to start talking, but he decides he wants to speak first, “i will send you whatever amount of money you want if you don’t snitch.”

“who says snitch anymore? and it’s too embarrassing for me to go to a police station and tell them i found a hacker who was on my pornsite.”

by the tone of his voice, you can tell he’s embarrassed, “thanks, i guess…” 

“you do owe me, though. for not ratting you out.”

“what do you want me to do?”

you know exactly what you want, “just for you to talk to me. i’m giving you the chance to talk to someone, donghyuck.”

you can hear him scoff on the other side, “who says i don’t talk to anyone? and don’t call me that, it’s weird. just call me haechan.”

ignoring him, you continue, “just trying to be nice. maybe next time you won’t have to use my website and instead you can just text me.”

“what?”

“only a suggestion. you don’t have to, but i’m just putting it out there. if you’re that desperate to use a pornbot, you can just use me instead.”

the words you said the other day were only meant to tease haechan.

after you finished speaking, you could hear him choke on his own breath, trying to calm himself down. you laughed it off, but you didn’t realize how much it impacted him. you played it off as a joke, trying to move on before he could think about it any further. he said he had other things to do, trying to hang up before you could continue. you hope you didn’t take anything too far.

you realize why he wanted to hang up so quickly when you’re met with a call late in the evening. lazily answering the call, you greet haechan. there’s silence on the other side of the call. you wait for him to speak, but you’re met with an airy groan as a response. your heart stops beating for a bit, and you quietly ask, “what’s wrong?”

when he speaks, it’s pitchy and breathy all at the same time, “t-thought you said… thought you said you could help me…”

did you really mean it? when you said you wanted to see how far this could go, you didn’t mean it like this. you start to mull over your options, but at your silence, you can hear the slick noise of haechan fucking his fist. the thought makes your body heat up, any thoughts you had were thrown out the window. how desperate is he to do it so openly in front of you?

it’s like he already knows that you would agree. he lets out a hushed whimper that almost sounds like your name, and you can’t help how your thighs squeeze together. you bite your lip, imagining how exactly he might look right now. you wonder why he decided to call you up, someone who’s practically a stranger, instead of someone else. 

you give in out of pure curiosity, only wanting to know more about what made haechan come to you. out of the few conversations you had, he wants you to help get him off, he wants to hear your voice telling him to cum. it’s why you ask, “are you going to tell me what you’re doing right now?”

“i’m… i was thinking about what you said to me. thought about what you would say to me, how you might sound… wanted to hear your pretty voice.”

you move to your bed, laying against the headboard as you get comfortable. you slide down your shorts, squeezing your thighs once more. you can feel how uncomfortably wet you are, feeling how you clench around nothing at the sound of haechan whining.

you try to stop your voice from being so shaky before you speak, “aren’t you embarrassed? moaning like this in front of a stranger?”

you can hear the sound of him fucking his fist faster, “d-don’t care. you’ve already seen how i’m like, spying on me and all… you probably like this, too.”

you scoff into the mic, but he’s right. he’s being so shameless, but you can’t help but feed into it. you do want to make him hold out though. you want to see him beg, just like he was on the chat. just this once, you’ll give into him. you breathe out, “you just need my help, hm? just need me to take care of you and make you cum?”

he’s moaning, obviously too horny to care about how loud he’s being. he laughs a little at how your teasing him for his messages, “wanna see you cum, too. please cum with me.”

you hum, “don’t know if you deserve it, you were getting off without me.”

“please? wanna hear you and how wet your pussy is.”

you can’t help but whimper at his words, causing haechan to moan louder than you. your hand slides down over your panties, teasing yourself while haechan continues to get off on the call.

he picks up on how quiet you’re being, choosing to take over, “you’re touching yourself, too, right? stopped teasing me so much so you can touch your pretty pussy?”

you hate how much his words get to you, trying to hide your noises by biting down on your lip. he’s not even trying to be mean, he’s just rambling, saying all the thoughts he has out loud for you to hear.

“would you be mad if i said i looked up what you look like? just wanted- wanted to see how you looked like. it’s not fair that you already know how i look.”

you moan out, your fingers circling your clothed clit at his words. you don’t care about how obvious you’re being anymore, not caring how haechan could probably hear how desperate you are. if anything, the groan he lets out tells you everything you need to know.

his voice is whiny, “wanna see you, w-wanna see you cum. are you gonna cum, too? wanna see it… can i please facetime you, i just- i’m so close.”

“fuck… are you sure? aren’t you worried that-”

“no, i don’t care. promise, just need to see you. i’m gonna cum without you if you keep on-”

you hang up the call before he can finish his sentence, a smile forming on your face as a minute passes by. you quickly facetime him, greeted by the sight of the upper part of haechan’s face. his bangs brush over his eyes, which widen in shock when he realizes you called back. his head tilts back into his gaming chair, a moan slipping out at the sight of you smiling at him.

you laugh, “are you gonna let me see all of you?”

he blinks back at you, shyness seemingly taking over him, “i-i thought you didn’t wanna talk to me so i kinda… let myself cum.”

you let out an astounded laugh at his words, watching as he props his phone on his desk, showing you the mess he made. his shirt was lifted enough for all his cum to miss it, shorts tugged down as if he was rushing to touch himself. his cheeks are flushed, biting his lip as he shyly watches your reaction. you tilt your head, “do you think you can cum again?”

“only if i get to see you,” he pushes the hair out of his eyes so he can see you better. he can’t look away once you set your phone against your pillow, letting haechan drink in the sight of you. it’s almost embarrassing for you as he lets out a loud whine when he sees that you’re only wearing an oversized shirt and your panties. he pants, “you look so much better like this, needed more than just your voice.”

“yeah?” you slip a hand between your thighs, “nothing’s ever enough for you, right?”

you watch as he swipes his fingers through the cum on his stomach before wrapping his hand around his length, his hips twitching at the feeling. he’s trying to hold back his moans, trying to fight through the overstimulation as he starts moving his fist. his eyes watch you with intent, just waiting to see what you do next. “slow down if you wanna cum with me,” you sigh, “you’re gonna cum without me again.”

“yeah, sorry, just-” he hesitantly pulls his hand away from his cock, choosing to run it over his stomach. his hand pushes his shirt up, brushing his fingers over his nipples as he lets out a small whine. his eyes focus on you again, “you just look so good right now, can’t help myself.”

“really?” you ask, hand slipping under your panties to rub at your clit. you swallow down a moan, “all you wanna do is stuff me full of your cock, hm? take care of me, too?”

“yes, please. wanna do it so fucking bad. wanna fuck you full of my cum.” his eyes flutter shut, the thought being too much for him to handle. his eyes shoot open when he hears a choked whimper come out of you, realizing that you pulled your panties aside for him to see. even though it’s dark in your room, he’ll take anything he can get.

“isn’t that too much to ask from a person you barely know?”

“d-don’t act like you don’t like it. you’re just as bad as me, getting yourself off to a stranger.”

you clench at his words before giving in and teasing a finger into your cunt. all you can think about is him, the sounds of his moans and how hard his fucking his hand surrounds you. he can’t help it either, eyes glued on how your finger slides in and out of you. he debates on turning his volume all the way up when he swears he can hear how wet you are.

you slip a second finger inside, moaning at the feeling. hearing haechan whimper, your eyes focus on the screen, watching as his hand tightens around his base, stopping himself from cumming right away. you let out a shaky sigh, calming yourself down before speaking, “i’m almost gonna cum, too, just wait for me.”

“i just wanna-” his fist wraps around his tip, hips fucking into the tight space, “wanna do it for you. wanna finger you, wanna fuck you, wanna eat you out. i can do whatever you want.”

your palm rubs against your clit, your thighs beginning to shake. he sounds so desperate, just from seeing you like this. even though you’re a stranger, he can’t help but want you. everything about him screams that he’s a gross pervert, but that only draws you in more. he might just bring out the worst in you. 

“you’ll let me play with you, too, right? let you fuck my mouth, let me touch you how ever i want? let everyone know that you’re mine?”

he nods quickly, moans of your name spilling out of his mouth as he tells you he’s about to cum. you feel the same, one of your hands sneaking up to pinch at your nipple. haechan’s eyes struggle to stay open, watching you get yourself off just because of him. he’s the one making you feel good, all through the sight of him and his words.

“fuck, can you show me your tits? wanna- wish i could cum all over them.”

you pull up your shirt to expose your chest, haechan cumming for the second time this night at the sight of you on display for him. his hand pinches at his nipple, matching your movements as he rides out his orgasm. you follow right after, cumming at the sight of him looking so fucked out. 

haechan tries to catch his breath again, letting out a breathy laugh, “god… i should’ve taken a screenshot.”

your post-orgasm haze is ruined by his words, “why can’t you be normal and just ask for a nude later?”

“isn’t it more romantic knowing that i wanted to capture something so beautiful in the heat of the moment?”

you frown at him, watching as he pulls a tissue from his desk, wiping off the cum on his chest, “knowing you have tissues on your desk tells me that you know nothing about being romantic.”

a pout forms on his face, trying to make himself look more presentable as if he didn’t just cum right in front of you. you can’t deny that he doesn’t look good, and now that he brings his phone closer to his face, you can see just how good he looks. there’s a few moles adorning his face, tying all of his pretty features together.

he notices you staring for too long, smirking a bit, “you can’t be mean to a stranger like that! you’ll help me learn to be a little more romantic, right?”

as much as you want to say no, you’re forced to agree when you see the hopeful look in his eyes.

you’ve been talking to haechan a lot more.

he’s been telling you his interests other than coding and hacking. he lets you in on his day to day life, even when all he’s done was work. you think it’s cute how he calls you for things other than sex. you’ve gotten texts from him asking what he should eat for lunch, calls ranting about an episode from a show he’s watching. you like that he’s trying to get close to you.

you wonder if he’s ever had someone to talk to like this. even though he told you he talks to his coworkers, there’s only so much you can talk about with people you work with. especially if it’s for an underground-basically-illegal business. you try not to think about it too much, especially with how happy haechan gets when he has a chance to talk to you. 

today he called you while you were in the middle of fixing a bug that was reported on your website. he didn’t text you early that morning, and you didn’t want to bother him assuming that he was busy. you weren’t expecting his call, but you welcome it.

“why are you calling me at the grocery store?”

he laughs as if it’s the most normal thing, “people call at the grocery store, it’s normal. plus, i was feeling a little lonely. who else would i have called?”

“fine. right now i’m trying to see what’s wrong with my code. someone reported today that there was something wrong with my website.”

“those poor people.”

“haechan, you were one of those ‘poor people.’” 

he brushes you off, saying that he’s better than all of them now that he has you. he tells you that he’s getting a few things to make lunch for himself later. he was busy with work earlier, but he can’t tell you exactly what he was doing, not right now. it’s easy to forget that everything he does is supposed to be a secret, even from you.

“so, you’re gonna cook? you don’t seem like a good cook.”

“hey! i am a very good cook, you just have to trust me. i just needed to pick up a few things.”

you halfheartedly scan through the lines of code, not in any rush to fix anything. it wasn’t that important, not when the thought of haechan looking domestic seems to get stuck in your head. “yeah?” you hum, “wish i was there with you, wish i could try some.”

the laugh he lets out causes you to smile, not being able to fight off the effect he has on you. there’s a part of you that really does want to see him. how he might lean over the stove, his shoulders on display for you as you watch from behind. you lose your train of thought, hearing haechan grumble about them not having the right product.

“you know, if i was there, watching you cook, i wouldn’t be able to help myself.”

you can hear how his mumbling abruptly stops, catching onto the meaning of your words. if only you had facetimed him, you would’ve been able to see his face. he wouldn’t be able to hide behind his screen like he is now. you start again, “wish i could hug you from behind, maybe kiss your neck a bit if you’d let me.”

he whispers into his phone as if other people can hear you, “you’re gonna tell me this while i’m in the produce section? please calm down.” 

you let out a light chuckle, “as if you don’t like it.”

“why are you trying to get me hard in a grocery store? you need to be normal.”

you shrug, forgetting that he can’t see you, “it’s your fault you take everything i say seriously.”

it’s quiet again, and you assume haechan is trying to calm himself down. you can’t help but continue, “i hope when you cook, all you can think about is my hands all over you, especially where you need me the most.”

he speaks up again, soft, just for you to hear, “say one more thing and i’ll have to jerk off in the store’s restroom.”

laughter slips out of you, unable to keep yourself serious at the thought, “in the store’s bathroom? you really are a gross pervert!”

“stop! you are, too! you like seeing me be like this!”

you can’t deny it, so you let out a dreamy sigh, “you can just show me later, instead.”

and who is he to say no to you?

you always knew that haechan had a dirty mouth.

in all of the calls you both shared together, he always managed to say something that would catch you off guard. days where he wants to fill you up with his cum, days where all he wants is for you to call him a needy slut, other days where he threatens to buy a fleshlight if he can’t fuck you soon. this is who haechan is as a person, and you find yourself following his ways.

today, though, he really can’t stop talking.

he must’ve been worked up, trying to start the call as normal as one can before he eventually breaks down. in his own words, all he wants to do is “be smothered by your pussy.” as much as you want to cringe at his words, you can’t help the way your body heats up at the thought of him only thinking about you.

“fuck, just wanna taste.”

his eyes are zeroed into how wet you are, how all he can hear is the squelch of your pussy through his headphones. all he wants for you to do is shove your fingers in his mouth, letting him get a taste of how sweet you are. “please, i could make you feel so good. i just know you taste so good, smell so good, too.”

you let out a weak moan of his name, your body needing nothing more than for him to take care of you. his eyes are dazed, watching how his hips fuck into his fist just from the sight of you. you think he might just be a little bit obsessed with you, memorizing all the points of your body just from his phone.

“i wouldn’t stop eating you out until you’re begging me. wanna feel you pull at my hair and push me away. just need it so bad, need you so bad.”

“y-yeah?” you breathe, “do i need to send you some panties in the mail? p-perverts like you like that, right?”

he lets out a fuck, gripping at his base. through the low light and the slight grain on his phone, you can see pearly cum leak out of his tip, watching him willingly ruin his own orgasm. his whole body is shivering, and even in the darkness you can see how his cheeks are pink. there’s shock written on your face, and he just lazily smirks at you, “only wanna cum good if you’re feeling good with me.”

“then show me how good i should be feeling.”

he’s quick to continue his ministrations, curses leaving his mouth as he fucks through the overstimulation, whimpers filling the air. you swear you can see a few tears leave his eyes, his back arching up for your touch, wishing that you could just reach through the screen.

“j-just wanna,” a moan cuts him off, “wanna show everyone you’re mine. wanna mark you, wanna fuck you full of my cum.”

“wanna show me off? let everyone know just how good you fuck me?”

his free hand begins pinching at his nipple, causing his hips to stutter a bit, “of course. i’d record us, watch every single time i miss you. i’d post it to your website, too. make sure everyone knows that you’re mine.”

“all they’re gonna see is how good i can fuck you, watch how i can make you all fucked out.”

“wan’ it, want it so bad.”

“you always say that you’re gonna be the one fucking me, but that’s my job, right? you’d let me use you like a little toy? taking everything i give to you?” your own movements speed up as you watch him fall apart at your words. you can’t imagine how he’d be in real life if he’s acting like this over a call.

“fuck yes. all i wanna be is yours, i’ll do whatever you ask me to.”

you can tell he’s close, hand speeding up over his cock as he writhes around in his seat. you can hear all of the sounds he’s making, wanting nothing more than to cum at the thought of you two together. however, you cut through his thoughts, “then will you stop touching yourself?”

he’s shocked when he hears you, hooded eyes looking back at yours. his hand stops moving, but he still has a tight grip on his length. a little breathlessly, he asks, “what? i- i can’t…”

you cock your head to the side, “you just said you’d do anything i ask you to do though?”

“does it have to be now? c-can’t it be next time?”

you shrug, “i’ll do whatever you want next time if you do this for me now.”

he immediately rips his hand away from his cock, placing both hands onto his thigh. you scoot back a bit on your bed, showing off the rest of your body to him. you watch his cock twitch just from the sight of you, his hands itching to make himself feel good.

your fingers circle your clit, head tilting back at the feeling. “sometimes, you just have to slow down a bit. take a real look at what’s in front of you, y’know?” 

you know he’s not really paying attention when he’s slow to nod. you watch as his cock helplessly twitches on his abdomen, begging to be touched by him, to be touched by you. with how wet you are, you can slide in two fingers easily, moaning out his name. he looks so desperate, almost willing to beg for anything. “won’t you tell me how good i look?”

he runs his hands up and down his thighs, his blunt nails digging into his skin. you wanna laugh at how his cock jumps with the slight pain, haechan trying to hide the whimper he lets out. he heaves out, “l-look so good… i know you’d look even better filled up with my cum…”

you pout, “are you saying i don’t look that good right now?”

“no! i’m fighting the urge to not cum untouched just from watching you.”

you moan at the thought, your back arching up as your hips roll into your hand. your eyes focus on him, “you better hurry and touch yourself before i cum all by myself.”

he’s quick to obey, hand wrapping around his cock and setting a quick rhythm. he’s louder than you, whines and whimpers of your name being the only thing leaving his mouth. “think ‘m gonna cum… please, want you to cum with me!”

“y-yes! haechan, i’m cumming!”

your mind goes blank as you come undone, body tightening in on itself as you clench around your fingers. through blurry eyes, you can see haechan with his head thrown back, cum spurting all over his chest as he moans out your name. you think he looks the best like this, the only thing on his mind being you.

it’s quiet for a few minutes after you both come down from your highs. you’re laid down onto your bed while haechan is slumped in his gaming chair. you don’t bother to get up, enjoying the presence of haechan, even through the phone. 

the silence is cut off by haechan, “i really need to get you back for edging me. do you know how mean that is?”

“i personally really liked it. i should’ve taken a screenshot of how desperate you looked. i would’ve made it my wallpaper.”

“if you say it like that, then… i wouldn’t mind. everyone would see how obsessed i am with you.”

you watch as haechan contemplates his next words, and he looks a little too serious for you to be comfortable. you want to ask if something is wrong, but he beats you to it, “did you really mean it when you said that you would send your panties to me?”

you glare at him, “in what world would i want to do that? you are so gross.”

he coos at you, “you like it though.”

“i’d only want you to see them in person. you can keep them and do whatever gross thing you want with them then.”

“are you serious about meeting in person?”

you think about it for a few moments. as much as you’d want to, there are a few things you’re worried about. even though you’ve revealed so much to him, you’re not sure how you feel about inviting him over to your place yet. you let out a small laugh, “you could just look up my address.”

“i wouldn’t do that. not to you.”

his words make you a little shy, despite the meaning behind them. for haechan, these words are tender, keeping a part of his life away from you. he wouldn’t hurt you like that. it brings you relief, and it only makes it harder for you to hide the feelings that begin to grow inside of you.

you both think about what options you have. there’s only so much desire you can hold back before the urge to really meet him takes over. you throw an idea out, “how about we both meet at a selected place?”

“like a hotel?”

your eyes shine at his suggestion, “exactly! i forget how smart you are.”

his tongue pokes the inside of his cheeks, “only for you, baby.”

you threaten to end the call because of the pet name.

(he begs for you to stay on call with him.)

(you say yes.)

you spend the next few weeks planning out a trip where you can both meet.

the both of you figure out a place that’s convenient for the both of you, some kind of middle point where you can choose a hotel. haechan says he can pay for it all, willing to splurge a little more if it’s for you. it’s easy for you to agree, not willing to argue with a man who probably has way more money than he lets on.

there’s a lot of things that you’re nervous about when you start packing for the trip. you hope haechan is as nice as he lets on in person. you could end up not liking him by the end of this trip. what if he doesn’t like you? what if you do something weird and he doesn’t like you anymore?

it dawns upon you that he’s haechan. 

all of the days leading up to this, where you both talk for as long as you can, it’s obvious how much he likes you. he spends a lot of his free time with you, even if he’s doing something else. it’s safe for you to say that you feel the same way. you can only hope that this trip shows the feelings that have been building up.

it’s really nothing that you should be worried about. as the days lead up, you both talk about how excited you are. haechan says as soon as he gets you alone, he’ll be pressing you against the wall, kissing you until you beg him to do something. you say that that will most likely not be happening, but you like his confidence anyways.

the actual traveling day isn’t so bad. you don’t have to wake up too early, and you already prepared everything you need from the night before. you recount everything you need to do before heading out, letting haechan know that you’re already on the way. he’s quick to respond, telling you that he beat you by already leaving his house before you. you thumbs down his text.

after a few hours of traveling, you make it to the hotel. a grimace forms on your face when you see the fancy-looking hotel, wondering just how much haechan paid for the both of you. you arrive a bit earlier than scheduled, but it’s not too crowded in the lobby, so you sit down before texting haechan.

you: i just got here

you: are you close or 

haechan: im nearby so u can just wait for me

haechan: literally gonna shit my pants when i see u

you quietly laugh at his text before reacting to it with a thumbs down. you scroll through your phone for a few minutes as you try to calm your heart down. you’re not really paying attention to the screen, moreso trying to convince other people that you’re not currently trying not to die from nervousness.

it’s ten times worse when he texts you that he made it to the hotel. you shut off your phone, grabbing your bags before standing up. your eyes are focused on the entrance, biting your lip with every moment that passes.

you let out a breath when he walks in, relaxing at the sight of haechan walking in. he looks equally as nervous as you did, eyes nervously flicking across the lobby. it’s when he hears you calling his name that he looks at you, a small smile painting his face. 

any worries that you had from before fade away as you walk towards him, a grin on your face as you drop your bags to hug him. he jumps a little in your hold, his arms hesitating slightly when he hugs you back. it’s weird to be able to feel him after so long, you never would’ve expected this to happen.

“haechan,” you breathe out, “i’m so glad you got here.”

he holds you a little tighter, “me too. i… i can’t believe you’re actually real…”

you laugh at his comment, noticing something different, “i didn’t know you wear glasses?”

“stop, it’s embarrassing…” he mutters shyly, “just wanted to make sure i can see you good.”

you pull away from him, asking if he’s ready to check in now that he’s here. you make it over to the front desk. the person at the desk is subtly trying to text on their phone, quickly turning it off and around once you clear your throat. they smile, “how can i help you?”

you let them know that you’re checking into a room for two people. once you get asked for the payment, haechan fishes around for his card somewhere in his bag. it takes a few moments, the receptionist staring at you two. it’s almost as if they can see how this is your first time meeting each other.

you focus on the polaroid on the back of their phone, a picture of them with a man with a bright smile and dark hair. you break away once they give you the room keys, “let me know if you need anything else.” 

you thank them before grabbing everything, heading to the elevator. no one speaks when you two enter, no one else in the elevator but the both of you. you can see haechan’s fingers twitch at his sides before choosing to wrap an arm around you. a small laugh leaves you, easily leaning into his side, pressing a small kiss to the skin of his neck. you laugh harder when he shakes at the feeling.

he pulls away from you once you make it to your floor. your body is buzzing every second you’re apart from him, wondering why he isn’t all over you like he said he’d be. his hand is shaking when he messes with the key, opening the door and stumbling in.

the room is big, one large bed for the both of you. haechan laughs as you drop your bags to plop yourself into bed. you look back at him expectantly, watching as he cautiously puts his bags down and sits next to you in bed. you place your hand on his thigh to pull yourself up close to his face, your noses almost touching.

you can hear his breath hitch, how his eyes move to look at your lips, a faint blush forming on his cheeks. you cock your head to the side, “don’t you wanna kiss me? like you said you would?”

he licks his lips, “i… will you- will you let me?”

you do it for him. you press your lips against his, leaning into his body. his hand moves to hold your waist, gripping too tightly before he decides to hover his hand over your side. the kisses are slow at first, getting used to each other. his lips are soft against yours, his hand deciding to move up to cup your face instead.

haechan gains a bit more confidence as he moves his lips faster against yours. he’s quick to whine against your mouth, tongue licking against your lips. it’s almost embarrassing how fast you are to give into him, feeding into his desperation. you can feel how his hand feels clammy against your face, your hand moving to intertwine with his.

when you pull away to catch your breath, you laugh at how his glasses have fogged up. he whines in embarrassment, moving to sit himself against the headboard of the bed. he spreads his legs a bit, inviting you to sit on his thighs. you crawl over to him, an innocent smile on your face as he watches your every movement. 

as you place yourself on his thighs, you look down on him, his pretty eyes looking up to yours. your hand places itself on his cheek, tracing along the moles that you always found yourself staring at. he leans into your touch, mumbling more to himself, “i never thought i’d get to have you like this…”

“we have all the time in the world now,” you lean down to give him a peck on his lips, “we can do anything we want.”

his hands are hesitant when they hold you by your waist, bringing your body closer to his. he sits you right on top of his bulge, feeling how he’s already hard from just some kissing. you giggle to yourself, letting your chest press against his as you kiss him again. one of his hands slip under your shirt, hand warming the skin at your side.

his hips begin to shift under yours, his hand trailing higher and higher before it stops at the cup of your bra. he pulls away from you a bit, his hooded eyes and puffy lips letting you know what he wants. you nod at him before kissing him, his hand moving to cup your chest. his other hand joins, both hands now groping at your covered chest. 

he licks into your mouth, hands moving harder against you. you can feel his cock poking against your thigh, smiling into the kiss. your hand slips under the waistband of his sweats and boxers, touching his leaking tip. his whole body has a reaction, head tilting back as he lets out a moan. he tries to swat away your hand, and you try to argue, “i wanna make you feel good, too.”

“b-but i’ll-” a whimper leaves him this time, “i’ll cum if you keep touching me like that-”

you try to hold back your laugh, ultimately failing when you see the embarrassed look on his face. he whines before grabbing both of your wrists, pushing you down flat on your back. he hovers over you, eyes filled with desperation as he openly stares at you. his hands tug at the hem of your shirt, asking for permission to take off your shirt. 

you agree, watching him slide it off of you with your help. he’s met with the sight of your bra, hands shakily moving to take hold of your chest. he touches you how he likes, a dazed look on his face as he gets more greedy. “you don’t know how much i thought about this… just wanted to touch you here so much…”

your hands fumble to undo the clasps at the back, sliding your bra off so haechan can get a better look. he moans unabashedly,  immediately moving to mouth at the valley of your chest. he’s leaving marks as he pleases, making it to your nipple and sucking harshly. his other hand pinches at the other nipple, causing you to let out choked whimpers. 

your legs twitch at his hips, forcing him to stay in between your legs. you can feel how his hips grind down, mindlessly chasing his own pleasure. “you can probably get yourself off just like this, right? i can see you humping the bed.”

“fuck, i can’t help it. you’re so hot,” he mumbles against your skin, “i could make you feel good all day, that’s all i need.”

as if something goes off in his mind, he’s quick to begin trailing kisses down your body. your skin jumps at the feeling, his eyes peering up at yours. he unbuttons your shorts and pulls them down, not caring how rough he’s being. it’s quiet in the room when he sees you in just your underwear, his heavy breaths filling the air. his nose nuzzles against the seat of your panties, a chill running up your spine when you can feel him breathe in deeply.

he slowly pulls your panties down, his eyes zeroed in on your core. he holds the panties in his hands, looking back at you, “you said you’d let me keep these, right?”

you laugh at him, feigning disgust when he asks, “you’re so gross! but i did make a promise, right?”

there’s a giddy look on his face when he pushes them away for later. he focuses on what’s more important, your open legs inviting him to where he’s been fantasizing the most. he settles down between your thighs again, pressing quick kisses to your inner thighs. he feels them try to close in on him, one of his hands moving to keep one leg pried open. 

he takes a breath before looking at your core. he swipes a finger down your slit before sticking in his mouth. a moan follows, “you taste so sweet. fuck, it’s better than i imagined…”

it takes no time for him to press a kiss to your clit, sucking lightly as you let out a low moan. it’s easy for him to bring you closer to his face, spreading your cunt apart with his thumbs as his tongue licks at your entrance. all you can hear is how loud he’s being, the slurps of him against your cunt and the moans he’s letting out get to your head.

his tongue focuses at your entrance, switching between sticking the tip of it in your entrance and licking up at the slick that comes out. his thumb circles your clit, pressing hard against it causing you to twitch in his hold. his hand gives up on trying to keep your leg open, choosing instead to move up and tug at your nipple.

your thighs begin to shake around his head, feeling his fluffy hair tickle your thighs. when his tongue moves to tease your entrance again, you clench around it. he moves slightly away, eyes gazing up at you in wonder, lips and chin glossy with how wet you are. he licks his lips, “are you-”

you cut him off, “fingers- i need your fingers, haechan.”

he’s quick to comply, moving back to his original spot. his mouth replaces his thumb, now choosing to suck on your clit. there’s a finger at your entrance, slowly pushing in. he grunts against you when he feels you clench again, tongue flicking at your clit. your hands shoot to his hair, threading through the strand as your hips rut against his face.

it’s when you feel his glasses bump against your skin that he lets out an irritated noise. you open your eyes fast enough to see him pull away from you, quickly ripping his glasses off his face and moving right back to your pussy. you wail when he doesn’t add another finger, “n-need more, haechan, please.”

he nods against you, not pulling away as he adds another finger. all the air in your chest leaves as he curls them inside you, hitting spots that you could never reach on your own. he chuckles against you, “who knew that you can be this messy just from me eating you out? made you wait so long, didn’t mean to, baby.”

your hands tighten around some strands of his hair, causing him to whimper against you. the bed shakes a little when his hips grind against the bed. he chuckles lightly, “n-need you to cum already or else i’m gonna cum just by grinding against the bed.”

“keep going and i’ll cum soon. right there, haechan, please.”

your hands press his face closer to you, no longer obstructed by his glasses. his tongue teases your clit, giving you just enough stimulation to have you whining. he can tell you’re close just by how you’re clenching around his fingers. when he looks up at you, his heart beats a little faster with how good you look, and it’s all because of him. he moans out,  “god, you’re so perfect, everything about you is so-”

he’s cut off by your moan, your orgasm crashing into you, clenching hard down onto his fingers. he helps you ride through it, fucking his fingers into you until you start pushing his head away from you. he laughs before you take his wet fingers into your mouth, cleaning them up as you stare right at him.

he’s quiet now, no words coming out of him as you move to peel off his sweats. you eye how hard he is in his boxers, hand moving to palm his clothed cock. he whines, just like before, “please don’t. i will seriously cum right now if you keep on touching me.”

you blink at him, “what’s so wrong with that?”

“wanna do it inside your pretty pussy.”

you lean up to press your lips against his again. it’s desperate this time, tongues moving against each other as haechan holds you close to him. it only takes a bit of grinding against his cock before he breaks, standing up to clumsily pull his boxers and shirt off. in the meantime, you situate yourself against the pillows, haechan practically pouncing on top of you. 

he teases his tip along your slit, tapping it lightly against your sensitive nub. you hiss, your hands reaching for his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. he lets out a hushed whimper at the pain, cheeks red when you let out a laugh. you sigh out to him, “i needed this more than you can imagine. somehow i couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

he presses a kiss to your collarbone, and you can feel how he smiles against you, “what do you mean ‘somehow?’ i like to think that you’re just as obsessed with me as i am with you.”

he teases your entrance with his tip, causing you both to moan. you breathe out, “i can’t believe i let some loser hacker get me like this. you should be glad.”

“i’m the best one in this world, y’know? now tell this loser hacker how much you want him.”

you whine out his name, “please don’t tease… i know you want this as bad as i do, i can feel your cock twitching against me. just wanna feel you deep in me. i know you want it, too.”

he bites his lip to hold back a moan, his body betraying him when his hips push against yours. “a-alright, i know, baby. i’ll make sure to make the both of us feel good, okay? you ready?”

you nod, reaching up to give him one last kiss. you watch as he lines himself up at your entrance, his eyes losing focus. he pushes in slowly, your head pushing into the pillows as you moan out his name. he’s thick, your walls trying to adjust to his size as his head falls to your shoulder, his warm breath hitting your skin.

once he bottoms out, he looks down to see where he’s buried deep inside you. he lets out a whimper, his arms weak as he tries to hold himself up. he lets out a shaky breath, “i don’t- i don’t think i’ll last long…”

“i-it’s okay, just go slow. i can wait-”

he pushes his cock deeper inside you, “no i can- i can move just-”

he feels you clench around his cock for the first time, your walls sucking him in deeper. it’s all too much for him, your warm cunt and your needy little face is just too much. he can’t help it when his cock throbs inside of you, cum shooting deep inside your cunt without any warning. he falls on top of you, biting down on your shoulder to try to hide out the loud whimpers he’s letting out.

you’re not too surprised with how long he’s been holding himself out. he was even teasing himself, grinding against the bed when he was eating you out. you soothe him, hands running up and down his back as he lets out soft cries. you’re fine with it ending here, there’s still much more time you have together.

except, haechan pushes himself back up, cheeks red and eyes filled with tears as he fucks his cock into you again. he lets out a hiss, eyes fluttering shut at the overstimulation biting at him. you can feel how messy it all is, some of his cum slipping out of you and helping him fuck you. 

he’s slow at first, trying to will away the pain. you’re louder than him right now, his cock hitting every spot inside you. you can’t help but wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. you cry out to him, “thank you, haechan. fuck, i feel so full!”

whining at your words, he quickens his pace, the pain bleeding into pleasure. “never thought i’d be able to feel you like this, so i-” a moan leaves him when your nails dig into his back, “i couldn’t help myself, had to cum- need to cum inside you.”

“felt so good, i didn’t care. wanna feel you cum again, wanna cum with you this time!”

“i’ll make sure you do, baby.”

he’s so sensitive right now, tears nearly prickling his eyes as he fucks you. he can’t seem to care though, not when your warm walls are clenching around him. not when you call out his name like he’s the only thing you need. how could he care when you’re the only thing he wants in his life?

“you know, i couldn’t stop thinking about this on the ride here. h-had to stop myself from getting hard in a taxi because of you.”

“y-yeah? needed you just as much, touched myself last night because i wanted you so bad.”

he whines at the thought of you stuffing your fingers in your cunt, moaning out his name just because of him. he can feel you shaking under him, wanting nothing more than to cum. “i’m here for you now, gonna give you everything you need. gonna stuff you full of my cum again.”

your hands bring his head down to kiss you, your hands softly supping his cheeks as you do. your fingers wipe away at the nearly dried tears, bringing him as close to you as possible. when you pull away for air, he moans out, “came so many times to the thought of having you like this. fuck, all i’m gonna be able to think about is you falling apart on my cock.”

you nod, because he’s all you can think about right now. you can’t think anymore, he’s taken up all of your senses. all you can do is moan out his name, letting him fuck you in the way that he’s always wanted. “haechan, ‘m so close, please-” you cry, “need you to make me cum, wanna cum on your cock.”

he can barely put a sentence together, “yeah, fuck, gonna cum on my cock? gonna show me how bad you need me? have your pussy milk me of all my cum?”

his hand reaches down to rub at your clit, urging you to cum. “i can’t hold back anymore, baby,” you can feel him throb inside you, “need you to cum, let me cum with you.”

that’s all it takes for you to let out a whimper of his name, cries falling from your mouth as he fucks you to an orgasm. with how you’re squeezing his cock, it doesn’t take long for him to cum again, a high pitched whimper joining your sounds. he cums inside, fucking his sensitive cock inside you to ride out your orgasm.

he collapses on top of you, hot and sweaty as his breaths mix in with yours. you’ve never heard him this quiet, basking in your warmth as he enjoys the haze he’s in. you don’t bother moving, even as he starts to soften inside you. he nuzzles himself against your chest, pressing small kisses on your skin. his voice is barely above a whisper when he speaks, “thank you for everything. i mean it.”

you let out a faint laugh, “that’s sweet. i didn’t realize you could be this nice. thank you for giving me a chance.”

“i told you i was romantic. you were just too obsessed with me to notice.”

“you’re weird,” you scoff.

“you like it.”

“i do.”

when you both have time, you take turns on choosing places you both want to go to. haechan always offers to pay for any traveling fees, laughing when you suggest he’s practically your sugar daddy. after many months of meeting like this, it’s easy for you to confess to him. it’s even easier for him to wrap you in his arms, a kiss pressed to your cheek as he tells you feels the same way.

now, you’re both due for another trip. there was more of a wait between now and your last trip, finding yourself just as busy as haechan. when you finally have time to yourself, you realize that it’s your turn to choose a place to visit. you find yourself looking at a quieter city to indulge both you and haechan’s homebody trait.

of course, haechan makes it possible for you both to head over. when you had originally brought up the city, haechan showed some hesitance. when you question him, he responds with, “well… i have a friend over there.”

you ask if you can meet his friend, and after some thinking, haechan decides it’s okay for you two to meet. 

when you both walk around the city, exploring the shops they have to offer, you can tell haechan’s mood shifts. his eyes begin to scan around the small crowds of people, making sure no one is looking too hard at the both of you.

when you make a turn to another street, you’re met with a bigger shop, right in the middle of a junction. haechan stops you from going any further, letting you know that this is where his friend works. you eye the store, realizing that it’s a jewelry store. he takes your hand in his before stepping in, opening the door for the both of you.

he calls out to someone named mark, waiting near the entrance as you look around. there’s gold jewelry on display and other antiques all throughout the store. before you can ask haechan what this place really is, a man who looks just as young as haechan steps out, his confused face morphing into one of giddiness.

“it’s been forever, man! and is this- is this who you’ve been talking to me about?”

“shut up!” haechan whines, looking back towards you, “this is mark, someone who i work with.”

while mark is complaining about how they’re more than just coworkers, everything is hitting you all at once. you completely forgot that haechan works with other people, and you fully believed everyone else to be hackers. you wonder what a man in a jewelry store contributes to a group overall. you don’t bother asking now, not trying to ruin the reunion of two friends. 

it’s nice watching haechan talk to someone he’s comfortable with. you see a lot of him that you don’t normally see. you let them talk, joining in when mark tells you something to embarrass haechan. it never works out in mark’s favor, though, haechan immediately spilling mark’s secrets to you.

time passes by quickly in the store, mark telling you stories that have happened to him while taking care of the place. eventually, mark gets a call from the store’s phone, pulling him away from both you and haechan.

when the call ends, he sighs and looks at the both of you, “i have to go pick something up from this guy. will you guys be okay if i leave you here for a bit?”

you both nod, watching mark pick up a few things before getting ready to leave. he turns back suddenly before walking out, eyes narrowing at your boyfriend, “no funny business, haechan. i mean it.”

haechan raises his hands in defense, a sickly sweet smile on his face as he tells mark that there’s nothing he should be worried about. mark shakes his head and tells you both goodbye when he walks out. you both watch him walk away from the store, out of his sight.

it’s quiet for a few moments before haechan speaks, “do you think we can fuck in here?”

“haechan! where would we even do that? there’s cameras in here and the whole front is made of glass!”

you watch his eyes glance over the store before watching them land on the door labeled staff only. when you turn to look at him, he’s smiling at you innocently, as if you don’t already know what he’s thinking. you groan, “if you’re alright with a quickie, then okay.”

he takes no time to drag you inside the small staff room, locking the door behind him as he smirks at you, “let’s hurry before mark comes back.”

with haechan, you come to realize that you’re willing to do anything he wants.

a/n: JESUS i wrote this way too fast and now i have to stay away from google docs for at least a week... but anything for haechan... happy bday to that guy... ALSO THANK U TO @hrts4doie FOR BETA READING HEHE...

tags: @hxxchxn @sourkimchi @hcheach @axo-l0tl @hazyhae @taexoxosgf @hyuckdolle

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happy new year - l. haechan

summary: when a stranger asks to share your first kiss of the new year, you allow yourself to have some fun, just for the night... genre: icl it's just smut warnings: smut, whole lotta smut, this is complete and utter filth i am so sorry. everyone gets head, dirty talk, spitting lol, praise, kinda dom!haechan, don’t really know what’s going on half the time word count: 5.1k authors note: happy new year!! little treat bc im on my period and in love with lee haechan. (sidenote: this went so far i don't know what came over me but jesus christ)

31st december 2023, seoul- 11:54pm

“come on mate, get another drink down you,” mark lee handed his best friend a jagerbomb, his spare hand resting on haechan's shoulder, his drunken self unable to stand properly.

haechan smiled slightly, before taking the drink and shotting it in one. it had been a few days since him and his girlfriend broke up, and he wasn’t anywhere near over her yet. he didn’t know if he ever would be, judging by how he felt right now. he wanted to be at home, bottle of some 40% spirit in hand and trying to forget.

mark wouldn’t let that happen though, forcing him out tonight so he finally left the confinement of his apartment, hoping that the party scene would alleviate some of the stress on his best friend's shoulder.

“come on, there’s so many fit girls here, take your pick,” he slurred, before being pulled away by his girlfriend for the traditional new years kiss.

haechan hadn’t realised it was almost midnight, and suddenly he felt his stomach drop at the reminder that last year he was doing this with his ex. he grabbed another drink from the bar and got it down him quickly, planning on sitting at the bar while everyone around him spend the next few minutes with their loved ones.

until he saw you.

his eyes were glued to you the moment he saw you, stuck on how the short red dress you were wearing clung to your curves, stuck on how your hair tumbled over your bare shoulders, stuck on how the sparkly eyeshadow glistened under the neon lights or the club and lit up your whole face.

you made eye contact was you turned towards the bar, and obviously he caught your fancy, with a black button up that pronounced his muscles more than usual, a chain around his neck, and his hair in defined curls that contrasted his tanned skin. he looked almost like an angel descended from the heavens, except an angel would never have such a sorrowed look upon their face.

he beckoned you over with a flick of his fingers, eyes never leaving your body, and you may have been upset if you weren’t as gone as you were. you settled yourself in between his legs, taking the half drank glass from his hand and finishing it off for him, leaving a faint red mark on the rim.

he was infatuated at first glance. his hands settled in the dip of your waist, almost engulfing your body with their size. his mouth slowly curved into a smirk as he watched you lean over him to place the now empty glass on the bar, allowing him a small look at your lace bra you were wearing under your dress.

he checked the time on the clock. 11:57.

“what’s your name, gorgeous?” he asked, thumbs drawing lazy circles against the fabric of your dress.

you told him your name, before then asking for his, and his eyes widened with the realisation that you didn’t know who he was, or you were too drunk to realise.

“haechan,” he smiled softly, voice deep and husky.

11:58.

“you here with anyone?” he asked, eyes dropping down to your red-stained lips before meeting your eyes again, the actions so quick you could barely recognise it happening.

you shook your head. “well, my friend, but she’s here with her boyfriend so…”

“i’m in the same boat,” he chuckled softly, subconsciously pulling you closer and closer towards him, so your thighs were brushing against his, “my mate mark is here but he’s ran off with his girlfriend now.”

“god i hate people in couples,” you laughed, receiving one in return from haechan, “they act all in love with no regard for those of us who are single.”

11:59.

“tell me about it,” haechan rolled his eyes, his hand slowly climbing up your body so they were now resting against your rib cage.

you looped your arms around him, hands settling in the nape of his neck, a finger wrapping around a loose curl in his hair. he stood up now, looking down on you, and leant down so your faces were mere centimetres apart.

“you know it’s almost midnight,” he whispered in your ear, breath warm against your skin.

you hummed in response, feeling your heart beat doubly as fast against your ribs, the air suddenly feeling so much warmer.

“and i don’t have anyone to kiss.” as the final word left his mouth his lips attached to your neck, soft under ear, leaving a sloppy kiss that made you want more, want so much more.

“i don’t have anyone either,” you almost whispered, scared you had the wrong impression, but of course you didn’t.

chants of people in the background took you out of your little bubble, as the familiar ‘ten, nine, eight,’ sounded through the club.

haechan leant right in, so your lips were practically touching already. “can i kiss you?”

you nodded just as the clock struck midnight, and his lips crashed into yours, with a sense of lust that you hadn’t felt in far too long.

the kiss was wet, it was sloppy, but it was desperate and needy and it sent a shiver through your body down to your core. your hands buried themselves in his hair, pulling against his roots and causing him to groan into the kiss, allowing him to stick his tongue in and control the kiss.

your tongues moved in harmony as his hands ran down the lengths of your body, as if he was scared this would be the last time he could touch you, the last time he could feel you under his fingertips. they eventually settled against your ass, cupping it lightly as he pushed your hips against his, so you could feel his semi through his jeans.

you wanted to kiss him forever, wanted all of him all at once. you decided that if the world ended now, you would be happy to die here and now, in haechan's embrace, his lips pressed against yours.

he pulled away, but only for his lips to find your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses until he found that sweet spot, the spot that made your neck roll back, giving him more access to suck against your skin, undoubtably leaving deep purple marks wherever he went.

your hands detached themselves from his hair and instead you dragged them down his body, fingers spaced out as you passed his pecs, passed his abs (though you were very tempted to linger there), and finished at the waistband of his jeans, dipping an index finger inside to trace the elastic of his boxers.

you felt him groan against your skin, pulling away to give you a look as if to say ‘really? in public?’. deciding to play it innocent, you just beat your eyelashes at him, a confused look on your face, and slowly ventured lower and lower.

haechan wasn’t having any of that, however, grabbing your wrists easily in one hand and dragging you over to the door, pulling his phone out to call a taxi. you tried to kiss him again, but he just tutted, with a dangerous glint in his eye that told you you were in for it when you got back to his.

the taxi arrived sooner rather than later, and haechan made an effort to sit in the front, leaving you in the back alone. you were confused, wondering where the sudden coldness had come from, wondering if you had pushed it too far. but when he turned around midway through the journey, and mouthed ‘behave now, and i’ll be nice later’, you knew it was going to be a fun night.

you quickly sent your friend a text to let her know you were okay, not that she would read it for another few hours, before deliberating whether or not to behave. on the one hand, behaving means that you wouldn’t piss haechan off and that he’ll ‘be nice’ later, whatever that meant. but one the other hand, you kind of wanted to push his buttons, see what you could get him to do. which is why you decided to call your friend and stir up some trouble.

“hey bitch!” you practically sang into the phone, the drunkenness being more apparent than ever. you could see haechan in the rear view mirror, and watched as his face seemed confused, but not upset.

“hey!” she slurred back, as drunk as you were, “where the fuck are you?”

“i’m with this guy,” you smirked to yourself as you started your plan, “but i can’t lie, he just doesn’t seem all that you know. like he seems like he’s all talk and he won’t deliver.”

haechan raised an eyebrow at that, but still didn’t say or do anything, though you could tell he was definitely listening in now.

“then why are you going with him?” your friend asked, and you could faintly here the music of the club in the background.

you hummed into the phone, but loud enough for haechan to hear as well. “don’t know, maybe i just feel bad for him. he just doesn’t seem like he knows how to fuck, you get what i’m saying?”

haechan's fist clenched at that comment, but he still kept his cool, at least from the outside.

“like, i don’t know, he just doesn’t seem like he knows how to make me cum.”

that particular comment must have hit a nerve because haechan leant back and grabbed the phone from your hand. you pouted and lazily attempted to grab it back, but really you were glad you were able to rile him up.

he quickly spoke to your friend, telling her you were okay and where you were going, before hanging up and ignoring your pleas for your phone.

it was only a few more minutes before you were back at haechan's flat, and he still ignored you while he paid the driver and guided you up the stairs, other than a link through your arm to make sure you didn’t fall. you liked the fact that he was still a gentleman, even though it seemed like he was about to not be.

“haechan-” you whined as you waited outside his apartment, watching him unlock the door, but he cut you off before you could say anything else.

“what did i tell you?” he asked, voice still and stern, not facing you at all.

you tried to grab his wrist to get him to face you but he resisted. “to behave.”

“and you didn’t behave, did you?” his voice was almost patronising, but it was deep and rough and so fucking sexy that you didn’t care. “so now, i have to show you that what you were saying to your friend isn’t true. unless you’re going to apologise and tell me you didn’t mean it?”

he was giving you a chance to back down, to take the easy route. but it was new year’s day and you were never going to see him again, so you decided to have some fun.

“i don’t know what to tell you, you just don’t seem like you could make a girl cum,” you played it like you didn’t care, when your heart was racing knowing that something good was coming next.

he finally opened the door to his apartment and picked you up, your legs naturally looping around his waist as he pulled you into a rough kiss. it wasn’t like the one earlier, where even though it was rough there was a sweetness behind it, but instead this was pure lust and need in a kiss. his tongue explored every part of your mouth, at a ferocity that you felt like you were on fire, and that no bucket of water could ever pull you out.

his hands settled under your ass, kneading the skin under the silk of your dress. your hands found his shoulders, broad and wide, and you needed them stabilise as your world was spinning around you.

he carried you through his apartment, with you getting a brief look before he threw you onto his bed, leaving you looking up at him with rosy cheeks and lust-hazed eyes.

in the light he looked majestic, with two dimmed lamps either side of you projecting warm orange hues onto his face. fuck, he was gorgeous, chiseled by the gods themselves, and as he undid the buttons on his shirt and rolled up his sleeves, your mouth almost started to water at how beautiful he looked.

you pulled yourself up, going to try and finish undoing the buttons to take his top off, but he stopped you, once again capturing your wrists but this time pinning them behind your back.

“you don’t get to touch if you misbehave, baby,” he said, fake-pity written all across his face.

his other hand pulled your dress off your shoulders, and he let go of your hands for just a moment to remove it from the rest of your body. your heels were next, as he undid them slowly and carefully, taking his time to admire you, watching as your patience was running out.

left in just your lacy red lingerie, you watched as he climbed back over you, obvious hard on that he ignored as his lips met yours in another kiss. it wasn’t quite like the other one, slightly softer, as if he was checking that you were okay with all this. and of course you were.

he pulled away. “i can’t make you cum, yeah?”

“that’s what i said, isn’t it?” you teased back, tilting your head while trying to catch your breath.

“well, i guess you won’t be coming tonight then,” he almost sighed, before diving into the crook of your neck and leaving harsh, aggressive kisses wherever he could, adding to the deep purple marks he caused earlier on.

he slowly made his way down your neck, before finally making it to the valley of your breasts, where he sucked harder than before, obviously trying to deepen the colour and add to your pleasure. his hands found your breasts, taking one in each and kneading them, a soft massage that felt better than it ever should have done. was it the alcohol? or was it him?

he pulled your right boob out of your bra, eyes widening as his index finger and thumb took your nipple in between them and started to roll it gently. you arched your back in reponse, a weak moan falling from your lips, which pushed your breast into his fingers more. his other hand pulled out your other breast, but instead of his fingers his lips attached to it, and your mouth parted subconsciously as a wave of pleasure washed over you.

god, he was good. and he knew he was good judging by the smirk on his face. you almost regretted not letting him pleasure you how he was planning to.

almost.

“fuck, haechan,” you let out a breathy whine as he swapped over, both of your nipples having an overwhelming sense of pleasure, “look so pretty sucking my tits.”

you could tell he liked that, as a vibration shook through your body when he moaned against your skin. he pulled away, much to your dismay, but you stopped minding as he slowly made his way down your body, still leaving the open mouthed kisses as he reached your belly button.

“you know,” he almost panted, hands still fixed on your tits, “i was gonna make you feel so fucking good.”

one hand leaves your nipple, a cool trail down your stomach before it settles at your waistband, mimicking your actions from in the club. your hips buck against his hand, causing him to chuckle slightly, as you crave more and more and more of his touch’s

“i was gonna make you come on my tongue, it would have felt so fucking good,” his sultry voice was working wonders as his fingertips traced the patterns in the lace, “would have had you screaming my name as i sucked your clit, would have felt fucking euphoric.”

even his words made you feel something, made you feel like any moment now you were about to combust. one finger trailed down your panties, feather light over where you needed him the most, but with the lace barrier in the way.

“god, you’ve ruined these, huh?” he chuckled, feeling how your wetness had soaked through your underwear. “so fucking wet and all i’ve touched are your tits. so responsive for me.”

you wanted to talk back, wanted to have some bite to you, spur him on even more, but you couldn’t conjure up anything while he left soft kisses on your inner thighs.

“still want my mouth, baby?” his voice was sickly sweet, but the tone behind it was cruel and teasing, because obviously you still wanted his mouth.

you nodded as best as you could, but he shook his head a response, a ‘tut tut tut’ leaving his mouth.

“need words, sweetheart,” he almost sang, the petname laced in a sense of mocking, “or else you’re not getting anything from me.”

you mustered up every last drop of energy you had and spoke up. “please, haechan. i want you.”

“want what?”

it took every fibre in your body to not tell him to fuck off there and then. you wanted to, you really wanted to, but you also wanted him. and that want won.

“want your mouth on me, please, baby.”

and that was enough for him, as he pulled down your lace panties and finally revealed your pussy to him.

“fuck me, sweetheart,” his finger trailed over your folds, feather light, as he took in the sight of it, “you’re glistening, look, you’re dripping out.”

you would have felt embarrassed, but the dutch courage must have taken over. “not used to seeing a girl so wet, huh?”

his tongue poked his cheek. “easy, pretty girl. let me make you feel good.”

he gently blew over you, making you squirm slightly, before he dived straight in and began sucking your clit. the pleasure was instant, your hips bucking into his face as he chuckled against you, sending waves of pleasure through your entire body. everything he had made you feel up to this point was microscopic compared to the pleasure you felt now.

it only grew when he slid two fingers into your pussy, curling them up at hitting that spot inside of you, looking over as your face contorted in pleasure, eyes closed, mouth hung open, he thought you looked like the prettiest girl in the world.

you were already close, no idea how as you hadn’t been going for that long. but the mix of his fingers in your cunt and his mouth on your clit was bringing you to the edge.

“i- i’m close, haechan,” you stuttered, speaking hard when so much pleasure was coarsing through your veins.

he tilted his head slightly. “you’re close did you say?”

you nodded, feeling your orgasm approaching faster and faster, you could already feel it happening now. to add to everything, his fingers somehow reached deeper inside of you, contorting in a way where everything was just so fucking good.

“but wait,” he let out a soft, fake laugh, “i forgot. i can’t make you cum.”

and with that he pulled away, leaving you recovering from a high you never even got. you had to take a minute, your body feeling worse than ever as the euphoria slowly went away, and the lack of human touch was getting to you.

“what’s wrong, baby?” he faked pity, reaching down to swipe his thumb across your cheekbone. “you weren’t expecting to finish, not according to what you said in the car.”

you slowly opened your eyes, seeing his gorgeous face looking down on you, and fighting the urge to throw a punch. you subconsciously leaned into his touch, craving it despite the atrocity he just performed, and watched as he undid his belt with his other hand.

“here’s the deal,” he pulled away, leaving you with a whine, before unbuttoning his shirt and taking it all off, allowing you to see his abs for the first time that night, tone still ever-so-mocking. “you’re gonna suck me off, and if you do a good job, then, and only then, do you get to cum. understand, sweetheart?”

you nodded. secretly, you wanted to suck him off anyway, and with this deal you would get to come as well. he took a step back from the bed, tapping his foot against the floor as a gesture for you to come down. you couldn’t understand though, brain slightly fucked from the shortly lived pleasure, and instead looked at him confusedly.

“get on your knees for me, baby,” he cooed, and you did as he said, sinking onto his wooden floor and looking up at him, waiting for his next order. with the promise of an orgasm at the other end, at this point you would do anything to get to the prize.

he started to unzip his jeans, and as you went to help, he instantly took a step back. “hands behind your back, no touching remember?”

you pouted, but did as he said, linking for fingers behind your back as you waited for him to get ready. he pulled his boxers down, and jesus christ were you not ready.

he looked big through his hard on in his jeans, but you were not ready for all that. you could tell you were shocking your shock through your face, and he let out a soft chuckle and grabbed your chin with his right hand.

“think you can take it?” he asked, holding it with his other hand as he kept your eyes on it, watching as your mouth suddenly seemed to water.

you nodded. “mhm. just wanna make you feel good, baby. that’s all i want.”

he smiled down at you. “give me a kiss.”

you tried to climb up to kiss his lips, but his hand kept you pressed down, and you understood instantly. you leant forward to press your mouth against his dick, kissing the tip gently and watching as his head fell back. you left open mouthed kisses all down his length, finished at the base before climbing all the way back to the top. you started leaving kitten licks on the tip, watching the veins in his neck pulsate at your actions.

“god, you’re so fucking good,” he grunted, hand moving from your chin round to the back of your head, nestling in your hair as he started to take control. “you gonna take me all in?”

you hummed against his cock, opening your mouth as he guided you down, controlling your movements as he gently fucked your mouth. you tried your hardest not to move or choke, instead trying to focus on his pleasure.

you couldn’t help your eyes watering though, and when he looked down he obviously felt bad, relaxing a little bit as he let you take more charge.

“look so pretty naked on your knees for me,” he cooed, taking in sharp breaths as your tongue swirled around his tip. “who knew that such a sweet looking girl could give head like this? yeah, keep going, fuck, you’re so fucking good.”

you just kept going, knowing that the more you pleasured him the more likely you were to get pleasure yourself. haechan didn’t want to seem selfish, however, as his hand wrapped forward to stroke your cheek again.

“fuck, play with your nipples for me,” he ordered, slightly out of breath, but moaning as you started to play with yourself. he let out a groan as you moaned around his cock, head bobbing like this was your last day on earth. “such pretty tits, should be framed in a museum how good you look right now.”

you could tell he was close by how his breaths got shallower and shallower, and his thrusts into your throat got weaker. he pulled away though, leaving a string of saliva from your mouth to his cock, which you licked up instantly. you went back to kissing his cock, waiting as you could feel yourself growing wetter.

“you were so good, huh, baby?” he picked your naked body up, grabbing your hands and wrapping them round his neck, telling you that you could finally touch him again. “listened to everything i told you to do, such a good girl.”

his praise was music to your ears, and his actions matched the tone of his words. he lay you gently down on the bed, climbing over you as his lips met yours in the softest kiss of the night. it was an ‘are you okay?’ kiss, an ‘i hope i didn’t go too far’ kiss, a ‘you look beautiful’ kiss, and it was possibly your favourite of the night.

“gonna fuck that dripping pussy,” he mumbled into your lips before continuing the kiss, lining his cock up against your entrance, tapping it against your clit purely to watch you squirm with elation.

and as he thrusted into you it was like your world had stopped. fuck, he felt so good inside you, filling you up more than you could have imagined and left you choking on air as inch by inch he entered more and more.

haechan felt much the same, obsessed with how you felt clenched around him, how tight you were as he continued in. he waited once his whole dick was in, holding back from setting a rhythm until he was positive you could take it.

“feel so good clenched around me,” he muttered out, leaning back so he could check you were alright, check that you were ready for this, “such a tight little pussy needs to be stretched out.”

you nodded at him, a signal to start moving, and he did as he was told, beginning to thrust in and out of you at such a pace that your mouth flew open in shock. his hands dug into your hips, undoubtably causing marks as he fucked you deep and hard.

the moans emitted from your mouth were ungodly, borderline pornographic, and led to you covering your mouth in embarrassment. haechan was having none of that, however, stopping his movements to gaze into your eyes.

“don’t you dare not let me hear those pretty sounds,” he thrust at the end of the sentence, as if to solidify his point, and you allowed yourself to moan, “want all the neighbours to hear how good i’m fucking you.”

you were so close to the edge, once again seeing it in the distance, and you clenched around haechan trying to let him know. he chuckled and leant into your shoulder, kissing over the deep marks he’d left earlier, just adding to the euphoria you were feeling.

“gonna cum,” you whined, grabbing one of his hands and guiding it to your clit, needing that final push to make it over the edge.

he understood instantly, rubbing rough circles while sucking against your neck. the pleasure was washing over you in waves, and it wasn’t long until you felt your orgasm rush through your body, every part of you feeling lighter and in a state of happiness you couldn’t remember ever feeling before.

haechan kept going, however, chasing his own orgasm, and you decided to help him get thrre, however harsh it was for you. your lips found his neck for the first time, leaving sloppy kisses along his collarbones that were followed by a row of dark purple and red.

“fuck me,” he grunted, thrusts getting sloppier as he got closer and closer to the edge. “gonna pull out, yeah?”

you nodded against his chest, nails tracing over his abs as you rocked your hips in tandem with him, so sensitive that you might even come again.

as he kept thrusting into you, you remembered how much he loved being praised earlier, and thought that might help get him over the edge.

“being so good, fucking me so well, baby” you sighed, whispering into his ear as you kissed up his neck.

you felt his thrusts stutter with your words, obviously having a positive impact as a blush rose to his cheeks. his hands gripped even harder around your hips, and you began to feel another orgasm coming.

“such a pretty boy, so so pretty, look so good and fuck me so good,” you kept going, your hands leaving him and instead finding your clit. “got the prettiest dick as well, feels so good all wrapped inside me.”

“fuck-” he choked out, before pulling out and finishing all over his chest.

he panted while you got yourself to finish, cumming over your fingers. you threw your head back against the pillow, watching your chest as it rose and fell, trying to catch your breath.

haechan joined you, lying across the bed while pulling himself together. you decided you weren’t finished, however, crawling over on top of him and licking his cum off of his abs, making sure to get every last drop off. his hands tangled themselves as you finished, pulling you up to him so he could kiss you again, making out like teenagers as you just enjoyed each others company.

“so,” haechan finally broke the silence as he pulled away from the kiss, “i did make you cum.”

you shrugged as you rolled back to the side of him. “was it more fun that i challenged you?”

“definitely. never known someone so responsive to some dirty talk,” he jested, earning a slap on his bicep.

“never known someone love to be praised so much,” you retaliated, shutting him up as he went to grab you a glass of water.

he returned quickly, along with some boxers for him and a baggy t-shirt for you. you noticed the t-shirt it had ‘nct dream’ across it, and you hummed for his attention as you threw it on.

“you like kpop then?” you asked, not expecting him to laugh in reponse.

“yeah, you could say that.”

you tilted your head in confusion, but decided you were too tired to understand whatever was going on. “you don’t mind me staying the night?”

“not at all.”

“you gonna tell me why that was so funny in the morning?” you asked, knowing it would be your last question before you drifted off to sleep.

he hummed. “of course. happy new year.”

“happy new year.”

[luvyeni]

❛BRUISES AND BALLET SHOES❜ ( l. jeno )

💬nia's notes: based on this drabble. is this late? absolutely but was hidden with all the other unfinished drafts.

p. badboy!jeno x goodgirl!reader w. 1.5k+

warnings? unprotected sex, breeding kink, dirty talk , name calling.

— 𖦹 ( jeno gets into a fight and almost misses your preformance ) !

you peeked your head out the curtain — the reserved seat still empty as people began to fill up the stadium. you pouted , closing the curtains. 'where is he? he promised he'd make it'

"(name)?" your director tapped your shoulder. "you okay?" you nodded. "good , we need you ready , there are a lot of people here to see you." you smiled , shaking your head. "i'm alright." there were many people here to see you , but not the one you wanted.

"jesus you guys look like crap." renjun sat at the computer as the rest of them came limping back in. "yeah well we can't all stay behind the computer." haechan opened up the freezer , grabbing a frozen pack for his eye. "some of us have to fight."

normally jeno would've entertained them , but he looked at the clock and went into panic mode , he was gonna be so late. "shit." he hopped up , looking into the mirror. "what's your problem?" he ignored chenle , he had bigger problems — he had a black eye and multiple little cuts littered all over his face. "she's gonna kill me."

he grabbed his helmet , normally he didn't wear it , but he was going to see you and he knew you'd be upset if he didn't. "what are those?" haechan laughed , pointing to the pink glitter stickers scattered all over the helmet. 'so you'll know what one is yours.' he remembered your voice. "she put them on there , are you laughing at her?" mark jumped in before jeno beat haechan to pulp. "haechan stop it."

he really didn't have time anyway. "i'm leaving." he rushed out , he'll make it if he rushes , jumping on to his bike , putting his sparkly helmet on before speeding off.

"(name) , you have to go on now , the show is about to start." your director called , you sighed , nodding. "okay." you made your way to the side of the stage. "you can do this." you said to yourself. 'i just hope he's safe and not in any trouble.'

he made it just in time , handing the lady — who definitely thought he was in the wrong with all the bruises on his face the ticket. "thank you." he ran to the to concet hall , swinging the door open , just as the music started.

everyone gave you a standing ovation , you were incredible , so graceful. you took your final now , before making your way off the stage where everyone was waiting to give you hugs and congratulations. "thank you everyone." you said smiling.

"we're all gonna go out and celebrate." your director said , you really didn't want to , just wanting to go home and crawl into a ball. "honestly i just wa- baby." you turn around upon hearing his voice. "jeno!" you smiled , the first real one of the evening. "maybe next time , excuse me."

you ran over to him , running straight into his arms. "you made it!" he smiled as your eyes lit up. "of course i did you were amazing , you'd really think i'd miss your preformance?" you pouted. i thought you got caught up." you finally noticed his face. "you were out fighting again."

he frowned , "baby it's apart of the job." you touched his busted lip , he hissed in pain. "eh , i told you to be careful , let's get you home so i can fix you up." you grabbed his hand , guiding him to his bike. "put your helmet on." you said. "baby." he whined. "now , you don't need anymore bruises on your face."

"ow , baby that hurts." he hissed as you sat on his lap , applying the alcohol to his busted lip. "you should've thought about that when you were out fighting." you scolded. "you told me you'd calm down." he sighed. "i know princess , but you know it's not easy."

you finished him up , throwing the trash in the bed next to the bin. "renjun's girlfriend said he never comes home with bruises." jeno rolled his eyes. "that's because renjun sits behind a computer." he kissed your lips. "maybe you should do that then."

he laughed , kissing your pouty lips again. "i'll ask mark next time." you knew he wouldn't , he loves the thrill too much , but you decided not fight it. "now let me give you some love as a reward for a fantastic show." he kissed your neck , making sure to mark you up. "j-jeno , no marks , my director is gonna be pissed."

"good." he said , leaving a few more. "maybe he'll get the hint that you don't want to fuck him and that you're taken." he growled against your skin , your panties soaking , his jealousy was always a bit of a turn on.

he flipped your bodies around , hovering over yours. "you're getting jealous for nothing." he lifted the shirt you stole from him above your hips , revealing your pink panties. "such cute panties."

you whined , squirming around impatiently. "calm down." he stilled your hips. "so eager to have your little pussy stretched , i have go make sure you're ready for me." he said , pulling your panties down your leg. "look how wet you are."

he toyed with your clit , rubbing slow circles to annoy you. "j-jeno , please." you whined. "n-no teasing." he chuckled at how needy you could be. "okay baby , okay , i won't tease." he pushed a finger into your hole. "fu-fuck jeno."

he moved his finger , watching your cunt suck in his finger. "fuck princess , only one finger and you're barely taking it." you moaned. "a-another." you barley got out , he cooed. "you want another?" he added another , your juices soaking his hand. "so wet baby , you're making such a mess on my hands."

"j-jeno." you moaned out. "jeno , im gonna cum." he curled his fingers up. "fuck , im cumming!" you screamed out , he pulled his fingers out , bringing them to his lips , tasting your reminisce. "just as sweet princess."

he pulled his sweats down , his cock springing out , hitting his abdomen. "look at you drooling over my cock , you want it in your mouth?" you eagerly nodded , he chuckled. "maybe next time baby." he rubbed your folds with his hard cock. "i really need to split you open with my cock."

he slowly pushed his cock into your cunt , your hole clenching around his tip , squeezing him. "fu-fuck, no matter how many times i fuck you." he groaned. "you're always so fucking tight."

he finally bottom out , holding your legs around his waist , rocking into you. "s-so big." you moaned , jeno was on the bigger side , so it was always a tight fit when he was fucking you , but it felt good , the way he stretched your poor cunt out. "yeah , but you always take my cock like a good girl."

"f-faster." you stuttered , he listened , fucking into you faster , hitting your cervix. "j-jeno , fuck!" you screamed , he groaned , holding on to the headboard. "oh fuck , you feel so good , moaning my name like a slut." he growled.

"e-everyone thinks you're such a good girl -shit- they don't see it when you're screaming my name like a whore , letting me stretch your tiny cunt out on my cock." he moaned. "ngh fuck , gonna cum in this tight cunt." you felt it coming , your orgasm about to hit you like a ton of bricks. "gonna cum."

"you can cum princess , cum all over my cock , so i can breed you , fill you with my cum." he felt his orgasm , holding it , waiting for you to finish. "would you like that?" he grunted. "for me too breed you? make your stomach all round." you nodded dumbly. "p-please."

"fuck- then cum for me." on his comand , you came , tightening around so tight you almost pushed him out. "oh fuck , fuck im cumming." he grunted , his cum filling you up. "sh-shit jeno." you mewled. "t-too much." he kissed your lips. "you can take it , your a big girl." he whispered. "you can take it."

"fuck look at that." he slowly pulled out of , his cum leaking out. "your tummy all bulged because of my cunt." you whined. "such a good girl , taking all of me like that." he praised.

he helped you get cleaned up , he was really inattentive when it came to things like this , making sure to be softer , washing your skin with your favorite sent , putting a towel in the dryer so it can be warm for you when you get out , wrapping around you.

you laid in bad , tracing his tattoos as he play with your hair , your favorite movie playing on the tv , your laughter breaking him away from it. "what's so funny?" you shook your head. "nothing." you smiled. "it must be , you're so giggly princess , what is it?"

"it's just that , to everyone you look so scary , but in here you're like a little puppy." he whined. "stop that." you chuckled. "i already get made fun of because of those stickers you put on my helmet." he said and you pouted. "then take them off." he pulled you closer , kissing your forehead. "and why would i do that?"

"my favorite girl did that , im keeping them even when they fade."

©️LUVYENI

[jirsungs]

ep 6: the latte lounge incident

word count: 2.1k words (i write a lot...)

Much time has passed since Jaemin's last text, and you were almost done putting the finishing touches to your makeup and appearance. Once you were done, you walked outside of your apartment and locked the door shut behind you.

Not even a minute later, a car honks from behind you, and you turn around to see your dark-haired friend as the culprit, sitting in the driver's seat of his white Honda Civic. You walk down to Jaemin's car, stopping in front of the passenger car door, which he opens for you.

The second you sit down and shut the door, you notice the many decorations around Jaemin's car. You forgot how decorative the man is.

A Kawaii plushie hanging on his rearview mirror catches your attention the most, you hold in a laugh seeing it.

"Um, since when did you have that?" Jaemin doesn't get what you're referring to until he follows your eyes and finds them eyeing his light pink bunny plushie hung by a darker pink sparkly chain.

Your friend claps his hand in realization, "Ahhh, that!" He sees you still attempting to hold in your laugh, "Ning bought it for me, and don't laugh! There's nothing wrong with a man loving and enjoying cute plushies!"

You ignore his plea and start giggling at his protest, "Just drive, Jaem."

He doesn't scold you for laughing. But before he starts the car's ignition, you see him jut out his bottom lip in a pout, making you giggle even more.

“Holy shit, that's Latte Lounge?” Jaemin makes a hum of affirmation in response to your amazed question. He continues to pass the coffee shop to find a parking space while you are busy, admiring the place. It's decorated cutely with two round tan-colored tables with matching umbrellas out front, an espresso-colored awning to help with the shade, and two lanterns on both sides of the awning. What amazed you the most was the string of people lining up outside the door.

Jaemin puts the car in park when he answers your question again, “I heard it's even prettier inside. I think the manager's a woman too.”

“That explains the nice decorations.” is the last thing you say before you and Jaemin exit the car to walk up to the line and join the wait.

Turns out Jaemin was right, the coffee shop was somehow decorated ten times prettier than the outside. The aroma of coffee beans and the chatter of customers welcomed you and it somehow felt comforting. You observe customers all around, your eyes skim through the room as you see a group of four sitting on the bean bags placed in the corner of the shop as they chat amongst themselves, a couple playing Connect 4 on one of the coffee tables near the board games area, and when you look up to the ceiling, you found it to be lit up with multiple hanging fairy lights. No wonder this place gained popularity two weeks after opening. 

Fortunately for both of you, the wait ended up shorter than you thought. For the number of people waiting, you and Jaemin guessed it would be a twenty-minute wait until it got to your turn, but here you were, already one person away from the cashier.

Your eyes slightly widen when you see who it is. Haechan? Rockway's lead singer? The man who absolutely rocked MJ's P.Y.T.?

It was different seeing him in a barista uniform. You’ve only seen him in his casual attire. But it wasn't a bad difference, it was different in a good way. 

As you’re both signaled for your turn, you notice how he's busy clearing out the previous order to look up at the both of you. 

Haechan's still pressing on the pad when he says, “Hi, welcome to Latte Lounge, how can I–” But pauses when he looks up and recognizes Jaemin. “What the hell, Jaemin! How’s it going, dude?” His once forced happy posture was now comfortably bright.

You found the sudden happiness plastered on Haechan’s face upon seeing Jaemin to be endearing. 

He leans over the counter to bring your friend in for one of those dap-and-hug guys always do and Jaemin immediately returns it with a tap on the guy’s back. With you now feeling awkward, you clear your throat in hopes Jaemin will get your mental signal and formally introduce you to his friend.

And thank god he does. Upon hearing your cough, Jaemin then turns to you, “Oh! By the way, Haechan, this is Y/N. She’s one of the friends I brought to your guys’ performance last Friday.” 

“Ohhh… so you’re Y/N.” Haechan, as you remember, says with a teasing tone. But just as you're about to question it, another guy who's preparing drinks in the back cuts you off with a yell to Haechan to focus on working. 

“Yeah yeah, I got it, Jeno!” Haechan yells back before giving you and Jaemin an apologetic look, mouthing a “sorry.”

Jeno… Jeno… Like, Jeno the bass player Jeno?! Since when did they all work at Latte Lounge? You think.

Wait. That doesn't include him, right?

Haechan, finally asking for your orders, interrupts your mental dilemma, and you don’t seem to remember what you were stressing about after you get your order number.

“Haechan, are you seriously sure this is gonna work?” Jeno doubtfully asks his friend for the seventh time.

The both of them were hiding in the employee's area after Haechan whined for Jisung to take his place at the cashier. When the younger one finally gave in, Haechan immediately pushed Jeno inside, leading them here, stuck in an area that reeked of coffee bean bags and dairy products so Haechan could discuss his plan with his friend for the—oh wait, he doesn’t remember the number—of times.

Haechan lets out an exasperated sigh at the repeated question, “Jeno, you’re stressing for no reason. Trust me, it’ll work. We’ll just have Jisung give Y/N and Jaemin their drinks and once he’s at their table, I’ll bump myself into him and—”

“Just don’t make it obvious or overdo it.”

Haechan frowns at the response, “I’m hurt that you really don’t trust me with this plan. I won’t do either of those things because once I push him into Y/N, her latte will spill on her shirt, PTSD, am I right?” He jokingly elbows Jeno’s side but stops when he sees no reaction from him so he continues, “Okay, after that, you party pooper, that’ll give Jisung the opportunity to fix what happened the first time and apologize by helping her out! See, isn't it a great plan?”

“Well… a great plan wouldn't include making it worse for him because now she'll end up with a second stained outfit and no caramel latte which may I remind you, Jaemin paid for that. Also, shouldn't we at least let Jisung in about this?”

Annoyed with Jeno's constant protests, Haechan shoves the round black serving tray in his friend's arms and pushes him outside the swinging doors in Jisung's direction, “That'll just ruin the authentic reaction, so just trust me, he's gonna thank us for this. Now, go get ‘em, tiger!”

“But I really think we sh—”

Once pushed outside, Jeno is suddenly met with Jisung's front and his sentence never gets finished. The younger one jumps at the close proximity.

“God! Geez, Jeno!” 

The older one only gives a small smile, almost resembling a puppy before apologizing, “My bad, Ji. Hey, uh—” Jeno's eyes shift to the round tray which Jisung follows, “Order number 89 is ready, can you serve their drinks to their table for me?”

Jeno tries his best to stay convincing but it only makes Jisung raise one of his eyebrows in suspicion, “And why can't you serve it?”

That one simple question causes Jeno's brain cogs to stop working because his attempt to be convincing is now replaced with hesitant stutters.

“Uh, well, you see…”

Back in the employee's area, Haechan is watching Jeno's performance behind the swinging doors and is left impatient because of how bad he's doing. He lets out a quiet groan before walking out to help him. He stands behind the helpless man and puts his hands on his shoulders as a show of support.

“It's time for Jeno's break, Sungie. That's why he needs you to take his place.” 

Haechan's tone sounds a little bit too casual and it leads Jisung to glance back and forth between both of his friends. Though he's still confused by Jeno’s sudden change in behavior, Haechan sounded normal and that was enough to convince him.

“Oh. Okay. Jeno, why couldn't you just say that then?”

Jeno shrugs instead of giving a verbal answer out of fear that he’ll make the situation more obvious.

Jisung gets the round tray from Jeno’s hands and walks over to the metal counter and places the finished caramel latte and iced Americano on the tray. Just before he’s about to walk out of the working station, he eyes his friends once more. Jeno’s still anxious while Haechan gives a tight-lipped smile. 

They're acting weird. But then again, that's normal.

He scans the place for a table with table number 89, once spotting it, he begins to walk over, his hands carefully holding the tray to avoid it spilling. As he’s walking up to the table, he recognizes Jaemin but sees he’s accompanied by a woman. Your back is facing him and your hair isn’t familiar to him.

Is he… on a date? Jisung thinks.

But right when he reaches the table, you and Jaemin look over, and the next thing you know, your drinks spill on it… and your outfit. Again. 

Neither of you has time to react because Jisung’s panicked placing of napkins and apologies distract you. “I am… so sorry. You guys can have drinks for free. I’ll pay for—” That’s when he finally sees you. Y/N.

Oh shit. 

And you snap. “Great, another ruined outfit. Are you doing this on purpose, like, do you enjoy this or something?” You bitterly dab the multiple napkins in your hand, trying your best to lessen the spill from spreading on your outfit. Your malice tone from Johnny’s party makes its appearance once again.

Similar to what happened during your interaction at Johnny’s, Jisung is just as confused as to why you’re being so difficult when his attempt to help you is purely an act done out of generosity.

“What the hell is your problem? Do you seriously think that lowly of me?”

You take your focus away from your shirt to look at the now defensive young man in front of you in disbelief, “Yeah, I do. This is your second time doing this, and the first time, you didn’t even apologize!”

Jisung rubs his forehead with his hand in distress, he becomes more visibly fed up the more your anger spews out at him, “Y/N, I’m sorry, alright? Just let me help you, please stop fighting it.” 

But his eagerness to help is what leads you to crack even more.

“Jisung, can you just leave?! I don’t want or need your help.”

And you guess, him too, because the thing you know, he can’t take it anymore and spits out his anger right there in the middle of the coffee shop, “You know what, fine. I tried to be nice and somehow gain your kindness back but you are making this so difficult. If you wanna stay stubborn, then have it your way. Stay fucking stubborn.” 

He ends with the slam of the semi-latte-drenched napkins on your and Jaemin’s table before storming out to the back of the shop, his mind completely shutting out the murmurs from the watching customers. Your breathing stops when you watch him walk away, and in the peripheral of your eye, you see Jaemin looking at you. Why does this feel embarrassing? Why are you regretting yelling at him?

“Jisung!” 

Your world blurs out again, the only sounds heard are from the swinging doors opening in and out along with the shouts and movement from Haechan and Jeno as they chase after the stupid drummer boy. For your benefit, it gives you time to fully indulge in what the heck just happened and ignore those talking around you. 

You mentally replay him getting mad at you over and over. He said it in such a manner that results in you having a guilty lump in your throat and your brain almost tells you to run after him and apologize. You’ve never seen that side of him before, though, you haven’t seen much with your small number of interactions. 

But your pride matters more. If he wants stubborn, then you’ll show him stubborn.

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note: RAAHAHA their hatred is finally deep. thank the lord!! i had sm writer's block w coming up with this chapter but i'm honestly really happy w how this turned out :)) we welcome their enemies era with love and open arms

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[luvtak]

perfect mix, lhc

❀ pairing bf!haechan x reader

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

❀ w/c 1041

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

© luvtak

[nominzn]

Try Hard I

punk bassist!jeno x reader genre: fluff wc: 782 part II disclaimers: chenle is a bodypiercer here. tw mentions of piercings and needles.

“i can’t believe you’re doing this.” said your best friend, jisung, while your purple haired best friend prepared his needle to pierce your lip. “it doesn’t make any sense.” he sighed, he couldn’t actually believe you were doing that.

“you really need to take it with a grain of salt.” chenle remarked with a sly smirk painting his face. it’s his first time piercing a friend, so he’s all for it. plus, you’d been planning this before the whole punk crush situation. 

the thing was, you’d been trying to catch someone’s eye. but not just anyone… your crush was the jeno lee, everyone’s dream punk boyfriend. he’s got the most absolutely intimidating and beautiful exterior, but nevertheless a soft and lovable interior. 

professors didn’t understand how he’d succeed every year after ghosting most classes for band practice with his closest mate, haechan. even if he’d been in class, his head would take him somewhere else to ignore all the noise from his back of the room company. 

when he’d walk around campus, always wearing a punk rock band tee, ripped jeans and his old black high converse, chains on his neck; piercings on his ear and left brow, carrying his bass on his back as a cherry on top, people would just absentmindedly make way for him for they’d been so used to his strong presence. 

regardless of it all, one friendly small nod at him would be enough to melt his tough image into a softie with the loveliest and deadliest eye smile in that college. 

“have you finished it yet?” your friend asked, referring to the cold water cup he’d given you to help you in the process. “i’ve got another customer coming soon, so we better hurry.”

“i still think this is not a good idea.” jisung stated with almost pleading eyes. not that he wasn’t into piercings, he thought they were cool and all. he just wasn’t interested in seeing you blue because of jeno again.

“it’s gonna be fine.” you replied, checking the marker’s placement and nodding to chenle. “and this is not to get his attention, i just really like lip piercings now.” you shrugged. 

“if you say so…” the tallest answered. 

you got his big hand into yours for support and he feared you’d crush him. the needle didn’t look so bad, but you couldn’t say it wouldn’t hurt. in a few minutes everything was ready and chenle held a mirror in front of you. 

“see?” you smiled at jisung from bellow him. “just a grain of salt, baby.”

that made both of them laugh as you admired your new piece of jewelry. 

all you needed now was hope for jeno to actually notice it tonight. you kinda lied when you said it wasn’t for his attention, you really wanted him to think you were cool.

as you walked into haechan’s small backyard studio with jisung, the band’s drummer, the tanned skinned boy side hugged you. “i love it when you come to rehearsal, i feel like we can actually make it, groupie.” he mocked, earning a harsh nudge right at his ribs. 

jaemin and jeno got in just minutes after you, with their instruments in their backs. jaemin particularly eager to show his new guitar. he started unpacking everything while jeno only needed to plug the bass, having left everything prepared earlier. 

“it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” jaemin’s big smile couldn’t hide his sparkly eyes while he expected his friends' reactions.

“it’s amazing and showstopping but let’s hear it, yeah?” haechan said. “not all pretty things make good sounds.”

“that’s what she said, i guess?” jisung remarked before checking his drums, making jeno tick his lips at his bad joke.

“wait!” jaemin looked curiously at you, still smiling. “you’ve got a new piercing?” in seconds, he was just centimeters away from you, staring at your lip. “oohh, you’re so punk.” he emphasized it in a mocking tone. 

“our fans are so punk rock, dude.” haechan laughed getting his guitar on his shoulders. 

“i think it’s cool, actually.” you heard jeno say. following his voice, you looked at him from behind jaemin and found his cute, signature eyesmile. 

“i mean, you always looked cool. but now you’re…” he gulped. “y-you’re cooler, that’s what i mean.” he completed. 

“thanks, jeno.” you reply shyly, blushing and jisung almost throws his drumstick at you.

“dude forgot how to speak, apparently.” haechan chuckled, looking at jaemin, who followed “awkward. let’s give him some flirting lessons.” 

you could feel your blood rushing to your cheeks and jisung counted down to change the subject and start practicing, being cursed at in between “waits” and “what’s wrong with yous?”.

[ashmp3]

You get it!!! Like idk who fumbled in the a&r team but this one should have been the title track. This song literally changed my mind on dream and opened me up to check out more from them(I liked them just fine before but my heart was with the other units). They sound like they've evolved with this one. It also fits the themes a lot more for what they were showing in their mini movies. Not being caged/locked up, breaking free...like HELLO?? What about smoothie says all that??

I do stand by unknown being the supporting track though Mark was right for that one 🤷‍♀️

LITERALLYYYYYYYY i remember when i listened to the album for the first time i liked it thee second it started. the chorus is SOOO good like haechan u will always be that man for meeee and u are so right with the themes like they facked them up 😒😒😒 i dont know like i know people have problem with dreamies but i am #notlikeothergirls about it idk comes with being nctzen since sm rookies like those are still my dudes and box actually reminds me of some of my fav songs by them like dreaming or stronger or 119 or quiet down. But more matureeee oh i am listening to it again its going on a loop idgaf. and i like unknown too it reminds me of a song svt performance unit would make which is a compliment. airy and sparkly

[panjakes]

Can i request a haechan enimes to lovers but witha darkskin fem

Haechan walked into the library looking around for Yn. He finally spotted her at a round table with a few books and papers around her. He rolls his eyes going over to the table. He throws his things and himself down causing Yn to side eye him.

“Let’s get this shit over with. What are your ideas?” He asks

“Well I don’t know yet but I was thinking a huge canvas with paint and-“ Yn starts but Haechan cuts her off

“No. I’m not painting anything” he says

“Okay I’ll paint and you draw” Yn says calmly

“Draw what?” He asks with a scoff

“I was thinking a snake with a bunch of flowers around it” Yn says making haechan sarcastically laugh

“No.” He flatly says

“Well what ideas do you have?” Yn asks making haechan sigh

“Listen Yn. I don’t like you. I damn near hate you. I don’t want to work with you and I don’t want to be your partner. Matter of fact I’m going to Ms.park tomorrow morning and telling her to change my partner.�� Haechan says leaning in to Yn

Yn smirks leaning in getting closer to haechan. The smirk on her face made him nervous

“Oh haechan. Your so cocky. Do you think I want to work with you either? I don’t. I’m working with you for a grade. Get your head out of your ass. Your not that special.” She says her smirk turning into sickly sweet smile

“Now…we’re going to do the snake and flowers”Yn says standing up from her seat collecting her things

“I have to get to practice. We can talk more about this later” she says walking to the door

“H-how!? We don’t have each other’s numbers” he says

“I know. You can text me on instagram, I know you stalk my page” Yn says with a smirk. She winks at him before taking her leave

Haechan sits down in his seat. Very hot and very bothered.

“I don’t see why we’re here” haechan says sitting down at the bleachers

“I just wanna stare at the cheerleaders” Jeno says smirking

“Your such a creep…scoot over” Renjun says

Haechan groans looking over spotting Yn on the field. His sour looked drop once he seen her in her navy blue, white, and gold uniform. Her curls were half up and down with a pretty sparkly white bow.

Her smooth dark skin glistening from the sweat caused by the 80 degree heat. She actually looked really beautiful out there on the field. On HER field.

“Oh shit bro. Yn is hot” Jeno says

“She’s like our best cheerleader” Renjun says

“Yeah and her academics go CRAZY” Jeno says blowing out air

“She’s not that great. She’s only here because her dad owns the school” Haechan mumbles making his two friends side eye him

“Why are you so mad?” Renjun asks

“Yeah like what’s your real problem with Yn anyway?” Jeno asks

“I just think she’s fake” haechan shrugs

"what about her is fake?" Jeno asks

"everything. Everything about her" Haechan scoffs

"You dont have a valid reason to hate her" Renjun says

"exactly, what has she done to you?" Jeno asks

Just then the crowd starts screaming as the cheerleads run onto the field.

“Must be half time. Pay attention to your girl” Jeno says smirking making Haechan scoff

Haechan watched Yn closely. She was really good. Like REALLY good. He watched as her teammates threw her in the air and catch her. She did a lot of flips catching haechan by surprise.

“So channie…are you gonna ask her on a date?” Jeno asks

“Why would I?” He asks

“Because your totally into her” Renjun says

“I’m not. I hate her” haechan says

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself?” He asks with a raised brow

Just then the crowd cheered again meaning half time was over.

“Go catch her. Now” Jeno says making haechan sigh

"I do need to talk to her. It wont be about a date tho"

He quickly jogs after Yn, finally catching up to her. He grabs her hand catching her by surprise

“Haechan? What do you want?” Yn asks

“I Uh…what’re you doing after this?” He asks making her look him up and down

“Why?” She asks

“Because I want to take you out.” he says flatly

Yn looked him up and down before giggling at him

“Just yesterday you told me you hate me now you want to take me out? Get over yourself haechan.” Yn says rolling her eyes going back over to her team

Haechan sighs grabbing at her arm.

“No yn YOU get over YOURSELF. Do you really think I’ll go out with you. Your so full of yourself Yn. I was taking you out to discuss the project. Remember when I said I damn near hate you? Well it’s official I hate your stuck up ass.” He says shocking his friends and Yn.

"Haechan please. Your so got damn stupid nobody will ever go out with you. I hate you too you stupid prick" Yn says before throwing her water all over Haechan

Angerily haechan wipes the water from his face.

"Cant stand that fucking girl" Haechan mumbles

"Dude your an asshole!" Renjun says chucking at the soaking wet guy

"We said ask her on a date not piss her off"Jeno says smacking the back of his neck

"Bro fuck her. I'm not going to keep telling you guys I hate her!" Haechan says stepping away from his friends

The two friends shale their heads before going to apologize for their friend's behaviour.

"Then he says he hates me! Mind you I've never done anything to him!" Yn says pacing her brothers bedroom

"He's a total dick. I'll beat his ass" Jaemin says

"You dont have too. I can just get that asshole kicked out of his clubs" Yn mumbles

"work smarter not harder" Jaemin says making the girl chuckle

"I should also put just my name on the project" Yn says looking over at the half drawn project

"Thats my girl! Get em kicked out of the school why dont you!" Jaemin says clapping

"Anyway, whats for dinner?" Yn asks

"Uh I'm taking Mimi out for dinner and probably staying at her place but dad dropped of some money maybe pizza" He says shrugging

"Yeah that doesnt sound bad, Tell Mimi I said Hi" Yn says

"Will do, Love you!! Dont stay up to late" Jaemin shouts

"Love you too, I will!!!" Yn shouts back making the boy chuckle before taking his leave.

Over the hours, yn ordered her pizza and sides while cleaning up the house she and her brother shared.

Finally done cleaning, yn sat down with her slice of pizza and wings ready to watch her show. Over the next few minutes she could hear thunder rumbling outside.

she picks up her phone checking the battery just in case the power goes out.

turning off some of the lights, yn goes back to her corner in the sectional couch. a few minutes go by before a knock was at the door. Yn looks back confused

"Dont tell me Jaemin forgot his key" She mumbles going to the door

she pulls open the door groaning at the sight of Haechan

"What do you want dick" She says making him roll his eyes

"My power went out and my friends arent home. I have no where else to go,plus i figured we could work on the project" He says making yn chuckle

"Boy bye, after everything you said too me you expect me to open up my home to you? You better go home and light some candles" Yn says going to close the door

But Haechan's hand stops it

"What the fuck do you want Haechan?" Yn asks

"Just let me in. I'll leave in the morning" Haechan says

Yn takes a look outside seeing that it was pouring down hard and Haechan was soaking wet. She groans as she opens the door wider

"Stay right there dont track water inside my house" She says going up the stairs to jaemins room

Haechan nods taking his shoes off looking around the house he only been in once. He noticed the almost fully painted canvas. Yn finished it?

"Here theres a bathroom in there" Yn points

"Your still doing the project?" He asks pointing to it

"Dont worry about it. Go change" Yn says harsly

Haechan rolls his eyes going into the bathroom to change into the black T-shirt and gray sweats yn gave him. Once he was dried and dress he walked back to the living room to see yn working on the canvas.

"Dont sit next to me" She says making Haechan scoff

"As if I want to" He says

"But you want to be in my house, watch it" Yn says dipping the paint brush

"It looks nice"Haechan says after a few moments of silence

"I know" She mumbles making him scoff

"It's almost finished. I'll write your name on it and then we wont ever have to deal with each other ever again" She says standing up

"Great" Haechan says making the girl roll her eyes

It was silent as Haechan watched her go to the kitchen

"Hungry?" She asks

"Uh yeah" He says as she comes from the kitchen with a plate.She takes her seat on the couch biting into her food. Haechan stares at her in confusion causing her to laugh

"Oh you thought I made you a plate? No go make your own" She says turning her attention back to the tv.

"It's gonna be hell here until the morning" Haechan says

"You can always leave" Yn says back

Seeing as Haechan rather be warm than cold, he decided to make his plate in silence. After making his plate he sat back in his seat turninng his attention to whatever was playing on the tv.

Just then a loud rumble of thunder shook the house before the power went off.

"FUCK!!" Yn screams putting her plate on the table.

"See what happens when you talk shit" Haechan says smirking

"Haechan shut the fuck please and make yourself useful and follow me" Yn says

"why would I follow you anywhere? And in the dark at that?" Haechan asks

"Too get the fire wood now lets go before you piss me tf off" Yn says walking to the basement with her flashlight on.

"Wheres the wood?" Haechan asks once they get down the stairs

"In the corner" Yn says messing with the fuse box

"Do you even know what your doing?" Haechan asks grabbing a few pieces

"Do you know how to shut the fuck up?" Yn asks making the male chuckle

After a few attempts and the power not coming on, yn and haechan went back up the stairs to start a fire.

"Does your dumbass need help?" Haechan says just wanting to mess with yn at this point

"Not from your ass, especially when your an all C student" Yn says throwing a match onto the wood

"I am not!!" Haechan says

"You are, Shut up" She says throwing a blanket at him

He catches it still talking under his breathe.

It was silent as the two sat in front of the fire on their phones. Haechan looked over watching as Yn shivered a bit.The fire was helping but not by much

"Hey dumbass" Haechan says causing yn to look up.

Haechan had his arms open as if he was inviting her in for a hug. Yn scrunched her face up rolling her eyes

"Boy bye" She said before hugging her blanket tighter and looking back down at her phone.

"Stop acting stuck up, we're both cold and this fire you made sucks" He says making her smack her lips.

She scoots closer to the blond as he wraps his arms around her

"I hate this so much" She says tossing her now dead phone to the side

"I hate your ass too" Haechan says making her groan

"I never said that! got damn Haechan what the fuck is even your problem with me?" She says pushing the male away from her

“Me? You have a problem with me!” He says annoyed

“Only because you have a problem with me!! I didn’t even know who your ass was until last year!” Yn says rolling her eyes

“We’ll my problem with you is, your spoiled stuck up nepo baby. You think because your dad owns this school your hot shit! Your not!” Haechan says making Yn roll her eyes yet again

She chuckles before looking at haechan

“Spoiled? Stuck up? Nepo baby? Please Haechan’s you know nothing about me” she says waving him off

“I know enough and I know I’m fucking right” he says

“You couldn’t be any more wrong. The man is my step father alright? He didn’t get me in the school I got in on my own. The school reached out to me! Im not spoiled nor am I stuck up. I just don’t fuck with you” she says rolling her eyes with a scoff

Haechan frowns. From the looks on her face she didn’t seem close with the man like everyone said. Had he been wrong about her this whole time?

“So your not close to him?” Haechan asks making the girl scoff

“Never was. You hate me based of a fucking rumor. Don’t even know anything about me” Yn says getting up from her seat on the floor

The next morning the power was back on. Meaning Haechan could get the fuck out.

Haechan woke up to Yn sitting in the corner working on the painting. He gets up going to sit next to her

“Looks nice” he says

“Thanks” Yn says

It was quiet before haechan spoke again

“You know Yn I’m sorry” he says

“I don’t need your apology haechan. You hate me so keep it that way” she says dipping her brush

“That was before I knew you” haechan says

“Exactly. You didn’t even know me before you started hating me so don’t stop now” Yn says

“Come on Yn don’t be like that. I honestly thought about it a lot last night and I don’t want to keep hating you over something so stupid and petty” he says making Yn sigh

“Change of heart? Why?” Yn asks putting the brush down

“Because you’ve never done anything to me. I’m just a childish immature guy. I definitely shouldn’t have judged you before knowing you and I’m sorry” haechan says shocking Yn

“Your saying sorry?” Yn asks surprised

“Yeah. You don’t have accept my apologies right now but I really just want to get past all this.” Haechan says scratching his neck

“I don’t accept your apology” Yn says causing haechan to sigh and put his head down in disappointment

“But, I’m willing to look past this” she says handing him a paint brush

“Thank you” haechan says with a small smile

She gives him one back and they both start working on the project

[haechanhues]

chapter sixteen : lee donghyuck

S I D E : A

word count : 1k

warnings : implied sex. very suggestive. no hate towards cookies. A possibility of ‘i’d never wear that’ and kind of an implied body type but not necessarily.

After the whole fiasco with Na Jaemin, you felt next to nothing when your surface level friendship dissolved into a pile of dust. Because you had found a friend in Lee Haechan. A soulmate, maybe. 

You thought it was love when you hooked up on a tipsy night out together. Your hands tangled in his hair and the taste of beer on his tongue. He made you feel very special. That night and a couple of nights afterwards. You weren’t a stranger to his bed, but you weren’t a stranger to his heart either and it was of the beautiful kind. 

You thought it was love when he insisted you try the popular dessert place in town. You dressed up as did he and he paid for it. The laugh you spluttered after he put the dessert in his mouth and screwed his face up, you’re pretty sure it was a laugh of love. . You’re certain you caused a scene with all your laughing but with a forced polite smile, he led you to the grocery store. 

“Pick something,” Haechan insisted, cocking his head to the items in the aisle, “We’re gonna do some proper baking so I can get the taste of cream out of my mouth.” 

“Cream,” You laugh. 

He mocked your giggle good naturedly, “Yes, cream.” 

You reached for the cheapest chocolate chip cookie box, missing his judgemental stare to the side of your face. He reached forward, urgently returning the box back to where you got it despite your pleas of confusion and resistance. 

“If I’m gonna get dirty doing some shit baking, we are making something more than basic bitch cookies. Pick something good, c’mon. Think ‘food porn’ not ‘bake sale.” 

You thought it was love when he decorated your face with more icing than said baking and when he kissed you, making a mess out of the two of you with fluffy pink swirls of cream-like sugar. 

And when you had told him about Yuta, about Hendery and about Park Jisung, you knew it was love. Definite love. One that was returned. 

“I love you,” You confessed, four months after befriending him by chance.

“I love you too,” Haechan smiled, cupping your cheek and swiping at a stray eyelash underneath your eye. 

You didn’t feel like he was lying, because he wasn’t. You liked that you knew it too. That he didn’t make you play a guessing game that catered to him. Nor did he feel the need to assert it at every chance he got. 

It’s a love that remains and will continue to remain a love you can never explain but one that you and Haechan will just…get. 

He tells you about his friends, Na Jaemin sometimes included. He nicknames them. His friend with a lot of pent up anger was Grizzly, who Haechan tells you has been receiving a Haechan-special rehab in which he’s learning to be a little sweeter and to take his anger out on other things (games, for one). The other, Clumsy in which Haechan acts all cool about but in reality is very protective of him. He says that he’s someone clumsy and needs a lot of looking after. 

You think he’s sweeter when he tells you these things. 

He has a lot of friends, but Grizzly and Clumsy are the two you’re most familiar with and the ones Haechan talks the most about. 

When you had gone to get ready to go on a date with someone that wasn’t Haechan or anyone remotely important (you forgot his name and didn’t even end up staying for even three minutes.) 

You bit your lip uncertain, eyes zigzagging back and forth between the mirror and Haechan’s sitting frame, his eyes dark and appreciative. You were wearing a sparkly red, with a slight slit going up the side of your thigh. 

“I don’t know,” You pouted, picking at your flaws. 

Haechan sighed with a good-natured roll of his eyes, standing up alongside you before heading to your wardrobe, pulling out another dress by the coat hanger. You watch him, interested, before reaching out to receive it only for him to regard you judgmentally. 

“What are you doing?” 

What? 

Your chin pulls back in confusion, “Huh? The dress-” 

“This is for me,” Haechan scoffs, undressing in front of you. You try not to gawk at his body that you have admittedly seen and enjoyed for months now. In fact, you like Haechan so much you’re not even totally sure why you’re going on a date in the first place. 

Wait…. 

“You?” 

Haechan cocks an eyebrow at you, “Yeah, me. Confidence, babe.” 

You giggle, watching as he slips the dress over his body, before checking himself out in the mirror, “Is my bulge bulging?” 

Unable to help it, your eyes drop straight down to the area, seeing the imprint of it through the fabric of your dress, “A bit.” 

“Pervert,” Haechan narrowed his eyes. 

“You asked!” You bickered back with him. Laughter in your tone. 

“Yeah to check not to gawk at me and bite your lip,” Haechan asserted sassily. 

“And when did I ‘bite my lip’ huh?” You teased back. Haechan casted a faux look of disgust your way and you couldn’t help the way your whole body tingled with excitement. 

With the silence, he pulled the dress down and straightened out the fabric and you admired the way the dress fit him. Somehow you felt he could pull it off a little bit better than you. 

“Hey, don’t do that,” Haechan reprimanded, cupping your face in his hands, “You look gorgeous. Completely gorgeous. In fact, when you’re done with this date, I want to take you out in the same dress. Not tonight…but another time.” 

“I hope you’re dressed like that too,” You comment to which he grins before pressing a chaste sweet kiss to your lips. 

“Whatever you want, baby.” 

Seriously, you feel like you’re floating. 

You ask yourself again, for the nth time that night why you were going on a date with a different guy when something was clearly drawing you in to Haechan. 

S I D E : B

THE SERIAL LOVER

in which a girl farewells every boy she’s ever loved (or at least had romantic feelings for) in order to prove that her feelings for one particular boy are very real and unwavering. 

chapter sixteen : lee donghyuck

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[husbandhoshi]

omg Hello ….. for the timestamp could i get 7:25pm + haechan or hoshi? either one is fine ahah its up to u!

[7:25]

“baby, it’s been a long day for you,” you whine, struggling with the vegetable peeler as soonyoung wraps you in a back hug that can only be described as violently affectionate. “let me do something nice.”

“what if i said i wanted to help.” he says this with his cheek pressed flush to yours, and a pout that could fell an entire army. “then what.”

soonyoung presses tiny little kisses, heart shaped and innocent, down your cheek to the slope of your shoulder. you know it’s the closing statement to his argument because he doesn’t really have any better ones (last time he helped you cook, it ended up with his hand under the skirt of your apron and a steak burned beyond recognition. the time before that, he forgot blenders needed lids.)

you sigh, letting the potato fall to the cutting board, and turn around to face your boyfriend.

he’s glowing, still filled with energy from a long day of practicing at the studio. but you know him better than anyone, and behind those unfairly sparkly eyes is an urgent need to lie on the couch and cuddle for hours. which you’re not really sure a good stew could solve (unfortunately).

instead, you take his cheeks into your hands, let him lean into you like he’s been needing to. you’re about to say something, but he rewrites the words on your lips with a kiss that makes the world positively melt around you.

“m’sorry,” he mumbles, nose pressed to yours. “couldn’t help it, you looked so pretty.”

it’s maybe the millionth time he’s done this, but it still renders you speechless.

“gonna kiss you till you remember what you wanted to say,” is the next thing he says, and truly whatever train of thought you once had is permanently derailed.

it isn’t until 8 something when his stomach rumbles loud enough to wake a bear—it’s then you remember that dinner is in fact a thing that still needs to happen.

but even while you’re on the phone ordering takeout, soonyoung has trouble keeping his hands off you.

it’s a soonyoung thing, just like how he insists on the tiger plushes in the bedroom, how he sends 10 voice memos in a row because he can’t not update you on his day, how he sighs into your kisses and holds you like he will physically wilt away and die otherwise.

loving you is a soonyoung thing, and you don’t think anyone else could do it better.

[atinyjules]

NCT DREAM IMAGINE MASTERLIST

Female OCs

The Mini Dreamies (dad au)

MARK

How I met your mother - Dad!Mark

Watermelon gummies - Badboy!Mark

RENJUN

Monalisa's sister - Dad!Renjun

Because I owe you - Badboy!Renjun

JENO

My Ballerinas - Dad!Jeno

Punches and Motorcycles - Dad!Jeno

Fearless - Badboy!Jeno

HAECHAN

I just knew - Dad!Haechan

Hop on - Badboy!Haechan

JAEMIN

Shh! - Badboy!Jaemin

Strawberry Milk - Dad!Jaemin

CHENLE

Laundry - Dad!Chenle

Slow dance - Badboy!Chenle

JISUNG

Like brother like sister - Dad!Jisung

Sparkly - Badboy!Jisung

More on the way

[orangewoo]

The NCT makeup artist has been artisting lately... Taeyong's eyeshadow with the sparkly purple inner-corner for Gayo Daejeon, Jungwoo's eyeliner for Gayo Daejejeon yesterday, Haechan's smokey eyes and gems for both events... we love to see it.

[liliansun]

day 21/365 of haechan <3 ignoring the thing that happened with santa monica (my yesterday) because it's really that damaging to my parasocial relationship with the love of my life..

here's day 21! (help! i'm running out of ideas)

since i watched a cute little compilation of nct loving on haechan - i thought i'd write about my favourite moments or like cute things to do with their relationship or something. (psa : i just think it's best not to include a particular member so he's not included...!) (this is also by memory otherwise we'll be here all day)

127 Version!

taeil - sun & moon. the friendship test. i love when they're all in their PJs and haechan thinks they don't need blankets when they can cuddle. i think haechan is VERY attached to taeil and tends to look after him often. and i think taeil lets haechan get away with A LOT. taeil makes haechan laugh like hehehehe alot.

johnny - johnny's like his pāpā. papa bear. i don't know seeing johnny take haechan's side and/or always looking out for him, i don't know it makes me feel gooey. for both of them. the fact that they both drank through wine bottles together. johnny is always the one enjoying haechan's jokes. consistently. AH my favourite moment is when they were in that school and couldn't laugh and that was literally ALL they did.

taeyong - (early era : limitless?) taeyong and haechan were roommates and they were like 'how is rooming with taeyong? and haechan answered like a robot 'i.like.it.I.am.happy.everyday....' or when taeyong is touching him and haechan's basically screaming in doyoung's ear. let's not forget the ty track saga - sm rookies interview legendary moment! i also think taeyong tends to watch out for haechan a lot and is always buying him clothes (idk about now but in the past - all the time)

yuta - he teases haechan a lot you know! hahaha it's cute. but like yuta has a really sparkly gaze and smile - we all know this - but like when haechan is really putting it on - like the whole works - boba eyes? check, pouty lips? check, grabby hands? double check. yuta gets this little smile and i think about it a lot. i think my favourite moments is the 'one bite' ice cream situation (haechan getting teased again and his scary eyes came out) and the 'watashiwa donghyuck kun' made me fall into bits. let's be honest, if haechan didn't receive the treatment he receives from ten, yuta and dream, he'd be completely spoilt.

doyoung - haechan's favourite victim. tbh countless moments i could list off here. COUNTLESS. the never winning an argument. the 'i'm on haechan's team.' 'you shouldn't have haechan as enemy.' one of my favourite pairs. but i think he's someone very precious to haechan otherwise he wouldn't be teasing him constantly. boy teasing doyoung so much, i'm glad he hasn't cried at any point. i won't name any moments because then we'd be here all day, but you get the point.

jaehyun - WHEN HAECHAN MAKES THIS MAN LAUGH. MY FAVOURITE THING IN THE WORLD. when jaehyun called haechan for food and haechan sipped at a 'straw' that wasn't at all a straw. i think they can have a lot of fun together. jaehyun's like taeil - has some severe patience. i also think jaehyun's the type to let haechan be haechan and just roll with it. haechan's go-to is also sitting in jaehyun's lap -e.g (isac when haechan is wearing a suit) and (NCT World).

jungwoo - the LAUGHS THAT JUNGWOO MAKES HAECHAN DO. some of my favourite laughs of his. two equally-as-weird-equally-as-handsome friends. AH my favourite moment ever is when they're playing the 'i love you' game and haechan looks at jungwoo once and already is battling the whole sea, earth, and the space continuum to hold that laugh in. i also think that these two tend to have the more serious talks with each other? it's just a feeling.

mark - ....OOP here it is. Haechan's soulmate. The person that taught Mark to be angry. The person that fuels Haechan's teasing the most. Such a legendary pair. And like Doyoung - there's heaps of moments. There's the legendary handshake too. But I feel like it's important to mention the time they've spent together - from pre-debut when they were barely prepubescent and now adulting together. it's been at least a decade by now... they're in 2 fixed groups together...everywhere. anytime. it's spent primarily with each other. so when haechan or mark isn't there, the other is a little out of sorts (not too much but there's some frazzle). and they're both so serious when it comes to their performance. i think that they keep the other in check.

so i almost just wrote the whole group in one but i've edited it and now it'll be by group because i'm struggle to construct full sentences and i've been at this for hours.

when she does things like this for you that literally take her HOURS >>>>>>>> (real love)

No bc I read all this w the biggest smile on my face 🤭🤭

[agust-june]

Songs that Haechan aka my son can sing

For starters this is not edited. This is what happens when my thoughts ramble and my ideas start popping up.  This post is for ans about Lee Donghyuck and him only. Aka my son. I just want to show appreciation and love for this boy because I feel like he doesn't get it enough. Just to start this off Haechan has a voice of SOUL (not all of my faves have this or some of your faves).  He has very soulful and powerful voice and anything that is R&B and soul (maybe gospel) is VERY suited for his vocals.

• All I do is think of you by Troop

This is a song on the dream album with Haechan as the lead. Haechan has a strong and powerful voice. If you wanna sarande this is the perfect song for him. Plus it gives middle school high school crush song. Perfor Dream.

• Anniversary by Tony! Toni! Toné!

This song again LEAD Would it be a solo? Yes because I don't think he needs back up and have a cute lil dance number??? yes Haechan could eat this song up and him in something silky. Ahhhh! I'd cry automatically.

• It never rains by Tony! Toni! Toné!

Same thing applies this is a solo song but with Mark and Taeil doing back up. Idk why but I see Mark singing "now it maybe cold on the east coast but on the other side of town it never rains" while Haechan prepping for the next verse.

• I like it by Debarge

This is Haechan singing lead with Dream singing in the background. Put him a sparkly outfit maybe a nice blue and it'll pop for him.

• Your not my kind of girl by New Edition

I just wanna hear him belt out a "Girlllll your so pretty" because it suits him well. This is definitely a 127 song but with only the vocal line and Johnny and Mark so they can talk. Oh and I'm giving Yuta Ricky Bell's part because I need my man to shine. Sorry not sorry.

• Sensitivity by Ralph Tresvant

Haechan reminds me of him voice wise and I feel like this song would break him out of the cute and sometimes annoying sunshine label. This song is sensual smooth and so R&B! It fits him so well. I think the girlies, gays, and theys would eat this shit up. They would probably respect him and thirst for him more (because they did the same thing with Kai). Especially if SM showed off his beautiful melonated skin tone! Yall can't tell me not only would Haechan eat this up vocally but he could also eat up fans. Yall gonna respect my son today!

• If it isn't love by New Edition

This is a 127. This is a Ralph Tresvant LEAD song. This song is for Haechan singing lead. And he can do his Thang up on that stage! Plus I wanna see him do the dance. I would make this for Dream however New Edition I feel fits more with 127.

[jaemna]

— [ 1:08 am ]

w.c 2.4k

jisung x reader , tooth rotting fluff

alcohol consumption, kissing, lots of blushing and giggles

in the beginning of your relationship with jisung, it was admittedly a bit difficult to show affection towards each other in the presence of others, especially your shared friends.

in fact, it was those friends who had to force the both of you to make any moves in the first place, which was no easy task in itself. you and jisung were both extremely shy individuals, and despite your huge crushes on one another, you had convinced yourselves that it was ultimately better to admire from afar in order to stay safe from the humiliation of rejection.

after the initial meeting orchestrated by haechan where you’d painfully awkwardly confessed your mutual feelings, you'd danced around each other for a few days, sending only shy smiles and waves to one other. a little while later, you’d finally mustered up enough courage with the help of jaemin to ask jisung out on a date. a heavy blush colored his cheeks, and he agreed through a very cute, nervous grin. a week passed and he’d asked you on a second, you the third, and eventually, you became a couple. the whole world (your friends) rejoiced.

a few weeks in jisung asked if he could hold your hand, and though both your palms were practically trembling and you couldn’t bring yourselves to look directly at each other due to your extremely red faces, your fingers fit together perfectly and your heart felt warm and fluttery. not too long after, you had to assure jisung that it was okay for him to sit on your bed the first time he’d visited your bedroom (and again, when you told him you didn't just mean the edge of the bed.) it took a while for you to act like a couple, or at least a “traditional” one; you just had to work at your own pace.

four months later and its mark’s birthday party; a huge gathering with tons of people and very loud music that made the area humid and the bass rumble up through your legs. you and jisung had arrived together, mingling with mutual friends mixed with a few new faces, and although it was a good time, jisung noticed how your fingers gripped his arm a little tighter than usual and how your breath shook when you pressed yourself up against him in the crowded space. quickly escorting you outside for some fresh air, he suggested a quiet night in instead, and though you apologized for stealing him away from his hyung’s celebration, the shake of his head and his kind smile told you there was no need.

so now you sit back at the dream dorm together alone, really alone, for the first time. though you know your friends truly do mean well, the lighthearted teasing and cutesy cheek squishing every time you and jisung did something “adorable” wasn’t exactly the best for breaking you out of your shells. with no prying eyes trying to witness every milestone of the budding relationship of the groups resident youngest, a sort of weight is lifted from your shoulders and the atmosphere feels refreshing.

“jisungieee,” you impatiently call out to your boyfriend in a sing-songy cadence, leaning your heavy head against the back of the sofa, rubbing at your eyes with a pair of clumsy hands. the bottle of sparkly pink wine (of which neither of you knew exactly who it belonged to, but made a mental note to buy a new one later) you both shared has undoubtedly started to take a toll on you, and by the sound of it, it’s done the same to jisung.

“yeeees?” he mimics your tone, albeit an octave lower, as he shuffles back in from the kitchen, carrying a box of crackers and two bottles of water under one arm and shoving a handful of said crackers in his mouth with the other. you shift around to watch him giggle cutely as he almost trips over his own feet, dropping everything clumsily onto the couch and climbing over the arm rest to plop down beside you. he snuggles down into the cushion, draping the shared blanket over his pajama clad legs.

jisung doesn't notice as you lay your head back again and blatantly admire him. maybe its the alcohol that’s made you confident enough to do so, but you can’t bring yourself to help it. your eyes trace the side profile of his face, admiring the way his lips pout a little as he chews his snack and how his tousled hair bunches up on his forehead when he lifts a hand to push his glasses up the bridge of his cute little nose. for what feels like the thousandth time you lose yourself in thoughts of just how beautiful he is, and question just how you landed yourself in the sweetest relationship with the sweetest boy. your friends are annoying for sure, but you guess you do have them to thank for the best thing thats ever happened to you.

jisung cracks open one of the bottles and tilts his head back to take a drink. just as he takes notice of your stillness and looks over at you, his cheeks puffed up water, you snap your head forward, a small knowing smile on your lips and a heat on your cheeks. you don't see it, but jisung’s face mirrors yours as he screws the cap back on.

“your turn, pretty boy,” falls quickly and quietly from your lips and you drop the controller on his leg, nodding towards the tv screen in front of you thats lit up with bright colors and blaring the upbeat music of the low budget party game you both decided to play. it takes jisung a second to take in what you said but when he does it seems like he’s momentarily forgotten how to breathe. he sputters just a bit from the sharp intake of air that betrayed him, instinctively burying his face in the collar of his hoodie to cough up the bit of water that went into his lungs, and he looks at you.

“hmmf?” he mumbles out a muffled noise of confusion.

“what?” you ask, tilting your head. you hear him swallow nervously as he stares at you like a deer caught in headlights. the words had fallen past your lips before you could stop them, and you had almost forgotten you'd even said them as you hadn’t even really expected his ears to catch it. you nearly backtrack, worried that you made him uncomfortable, but you see his cheeks flush pink above where his collar sits just below his nose, and his eyes are so soft as they scan your face. the liquid courage you drank pulses through you again. you meant it, so why take it back?

you give him a small lopsided grin. you reach up to gently grab his hands and pull them down to bring his whole face back into view.

“pretty,” you say sweetly. “you’re my pretty boy.”

jisung’s mind stutters for a moment. his eyes are slightly cloudy, big and brown and as sweet as a doe, and you see the telltale hint of a smile.

you mindlessly twist the strings of his hoodie around your fingers, so lost in the moment you almost forget where you are. jisung’s head feels heavy and he doesn’t realize that he's leaning forward until he catches himself with two hands on either side of your lap, making both of you flinch a bit in surprise. you breathe out a shy laugh in tandem, a small ‘sorry’ falling from his lips. as you feel his hands grip softly around the blanket at your sides, yours find themselves pressed to his chest below his collarbone, and you take notice of the way you can feel how fast his heart is beating even above his chest.

you’re so close to each other, and you're not exactly strangers to the proximity, but there’s an energy buzzing around you like it never quite has before.

“can i kiss you?” jisung asks just barely above a whisper, as if he hadn't almost just done so accidentally.

you nod your head. he leans in further, slowly, the ghost of his lips brushing ever so gently against yours. the rapid beating of your own pulse in your ears nearly deafens you, and right now you're so unabashedly unaware of everything that isn't jisung. a small peck here and there is the most you've shared up to this point, but in this moment your mouths are slightly open, eyes locked on each other, rose wine tinted breath heavy and hazy in anticipation for the moment that you meet in the middle.

you both jump at the sudden clatter of the controller from your game long forgotten falling to the floor, the movement of the joystick lighting the muted screen again and making the music louder. you let out a squeak, your hands flying up to grab jisung by his shoulders while his immediately find your waist. your noses knock together and you let out a surprised noise at the same time. a beat of silence passes, and after realizing what happened, a spell of nervous drunken laughter simmers between you.

jisung takes in upon himself to rest his forehead against yours, and your arms find their way further around his frame to rest at the back of his neck and pull him closer into you. you sway softly side to side with the weight of each other, intoxicated giggles still bubbling in your chests and you feel a little more relaxed holding onto one another.

feeling the heat of the moment overwhelming you, you can’t help but to grip the base of jisung’s neck and tug him forward and capture his lips in a kiss. his breath falters for a fleeting second, fingers gripping your hips just a little tighter. you chuckle on his mouth, pulling back just enough to disconnect and you can feel his heart sprinting in his chest the same as yours.

jisung swallows the tension in his throat. he rests his forehead on yours again, his breath shaking with nerves. when one of your hands glides up into his hair, carding through the strands with a featherlike touch, he sighs dreamily, just a small puff of soft hair that hits your wet lips. he relaxes enough to let himself reach up to cup your jaw, tilting your face to kiss you at a deeper angle. its your turn to be caught off guard; your lips fit together in a way that immediately makes your head spin with full bliss, completely entranced in the feeling of him pressed against you and your lips moving in sync.

“yaahh!! cute!!”

at the sound of chenle’s voice breaking through the atmosphere your heart makes a monstrous leap that has you pulling back from your boyfriend and diving in to hide your face in his chest. equally embarrassed, jisung grabs the blanket and flings it up to cover the both of you. you can hear the bustle of your inebriated friends arriving back home from the party and chenle gushing about what he’d just witnessed, a chorus of equally excited hoots following behind him.

there's just enough dim light leaking through the threads of the blanket to see jisung’s face, still only inches from yours. he's flustered, you can tell, but his smile is so loving you could almost forget the embarrassment flooding through your body. he presses another bold kiss to your lips.

“we’ll never live this down,” jisung groans quietly.

“how do we get out of here?” you ask honestly, knowing that your friends will all have their cameras ready to capture your guilty faces.

an idea seems to pop into jisung's head just then.

“how well do you think we can make it to my room without being able to see?”

he gives no explanation as he’s pulling you onto your clumsy feet and tugging you into his side with a protective arm around your shoulders, but you catch on quickly as he urges you to start walking with the blanket still cloaked over the both of your heads. you stumble so awkwardly across the living room in a trek to jisung’s bedroom that its impossible to even attempt a straight line, boisterous laughter emitting from the both of you as you nearly crumple under each other’s weight more than a few times. you practically knock into every square inch of wall down the hallway and upon finally reaching his door you all but tumble inside.

jisung slams the door closed and locks it behind him, letting your shield of a blanket fall to rest on his shoulders. he leans against it and lets out a heavy sigh, comically wiping sweat from his forehead with a “whew!” you look at each other, giggling at the way your hair is mussed up and your faces are flushed in the light from the street lamp peeking in from the curtains. you let yourself fall against him, wrapping your arms snugly around his waist. he grins, leaning down to press a series of ticklish kisses against the side of your neck, making your face scrunch up in laughter.

“i think they're finally asleep,” jeno whispers to the group a short while later, pressing his ear against the door and listening for any sounds.

it takes half of the boys to figure out how to open the door, but when they do, what meets their eyes makes all six of them melt and they have to physically stop themselves from making a scene.

you and jisung fell into a deep sleep, your chests rising and falling with steady parallel breaths. you’re wearing his shirt and a pair of his flannel pants, snuggled up into his side, head nestled in the crook of his neck and a leg draped across his waist. jisung's arms wrap around your torso, his head resting on top of yours, his cheek squished up against your hair.

“ohhh, they’re gonna hate us,” renjun chuckles evilly, creeping forward to snap several pictures at multiple angles.

the group chat in the morning is surely a mess.