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lisired · 1 year ago

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who needs cupid’s bow?

pairing: bff!haechan x (f) reader

genre/warnings: bff2l, suggestive, lots of sexual innuedos but no smut, fluff, a teaspoon of angst, mc & hc are oblivious to each other’s feelings and jaemin calls them out on their bullshit, mutual pining

summary: Cupid is not on your side, it seems. He’s made you fall in love with the worst possible person ever, AKA your best friend, AKA the man who still eats tootsie-pops—willingly. And frankly, it feels like the damn candy has a better chance of dating him than you ever will.

word count: 11.1k

a/n: inspired by down for you by kehlani, boyfriend by ariana grande, and serial lover by kehlani. another oldie but i kinda like it… kinda. as always, feedback is appreciated!

It’s safe to say that Cupid is your mortal enemy (Or immortal—whatever. Nonetheless, you aren’t the biggest fan of him.)

You don’t know why, but for some inexplicable reason, he always makes you fall in love with the wrong people. Such as Lee Taeyong from eighth grade, or your failed relationship with Kim Jisoo from your biology class in high school — a pretty girl, but you were as compatible as Mentos and Coca-Cola. Hell, there was even Jung Sungchan from senior year, who you naturally drifted away from during an exam period. They’re all chapters in your book now, but you’re currently stuck on the one about your best friend, Lee Haechan.

It seems like you’re Cupid’s mortal enemy, too. You and Haechan are always side by side, down one another’s throats, there’s no way his arrow could have hit you and missed Haechan.

Perhaps, it’s a hole you dug yourself in. Via mutual friends, when you were seventeen, you met Lee Haechan — jock, senior, and the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen. There was an instant connection between you two, all it took was a convo at a party about coincidentally both failing the same math exam, and you quickly became friends and close enough to pour out your heart into little rants whenever there was something personal bothering either of you, and you needed an outlet. You liked him because he understood you. He was patient witth you. You see, you aren’t the best at communicating how you feel, and he never makes you feel bad about it.

You remember breaking up with your then-boyfriend, Jung Sungchan, and while you weren’t heartbroken since you saw it coming and all the love had evaporated by then, you were devastated that you no longer had someone to kiss. That being your main concern made Haechan laugh. He thought it was the most you thing ever.

“Can I kiss you, then?” you asked, a little grin on your face, although you were very serious. It wouldn’t be the end of the world, kissing your best friend. He has pretty lips, and it isn’t like it’ll mean anything, you think. It’s just one kiss.

Haechan scoffed, biting off the last remaining piece of his Tootsie Pop off the stick. You’re kidding, he thinks. Why would you seriously want to kiss him? And after breaking up with your now ex-boyfriend? The wound’s still fresh. “You wouldn’t dare.”

To Haechan’s surprise, you dared.

He tasted like chocolate, exactly like a Tootsie Pop, as expected of him. You didn’t mind, though. You never do. It was fun, you liked the way Haechan held you in his lap and kissed you back with fierceness, and he still kisses you with that same passion, like there’s no tomorrow.

And that’s the problem.

Fast-forward four years later, you’re still best friends with Lee Haechan, only this time you’re in college, and have the fattest, most gigantic crush on him. Somewhere along the way, those lines between love and friendship were blurred. It’s impossible to pinpoint when, but you fell deep and hard for your best friend.

And the worst part? You doubt he’ll ever reciprocate those feelings.

One kiss turned into more than you can count on your fingers and toes.

Should you continue making out with your best friend who doesn’t reciprocate your romantic interest in him? Probably not.

Are you still going to, though? Absolutely.

“Y/n, I’m going to kill you,” Haechan states as he stumps inside the dining room. His hair is tussled since he’s just waken up from a nap, but you like this raw side of him. He looks gorgeous, and despite him basically threatening to murder you you still want to kiss him.

“Romantic,” you deadpan, training your eyes back on your laptop. It takes everything in you not to stare, but if you want to keep your feelings low-key, you need to follow a couple of rules.

“I know you took my Tootsie Pop. Where is it?”

You smirk a little, but it quickly fades into a line. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Okay, so maybe that’s a lie, and you both know it. You aren’t the only other person in the house, but Jungwoo, Haechan’s stepbrother, is asleep and wouldn’t cut his nap time short to do something as stupid as stealing the last of his brother’s favorite candy. That leaves you. As his best friend, you’re the first person to know Haechan turns murderous over those stupid lollipops, and that he’s the last person to know how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie-Pop. In your personal opinion, they’re not even that good. But he’s loved them ever since you’ve known him.

“We’re best friends, y/n. I know when you’re lying,” he remarks, and doesn’t give you the chance to answer before he persists, “where is it?”

There’s only one way out of this.

Run.

Haechan follows almost automatically, and in spite of being barely awake he obviously has the upper hand because he’s always leaned more towards the sport-y side. This doesn’t deter you though, because you have a getaway plan.

In your attempt to somehow outrun a man that used to do track and field, you make a beeline for the backyard door. He’s not going to outrun you in the grass in slippers, you think as you turn to see if he’s caught up on you. You’re in the lead, albeit barely, with your body almost being in arms reach. You try to pick up your speed, and once you reach the door you hurry to turn the knob. Except, there’s one, itty-bitty problem.

The door is fucking locked.

And you already know you won’t have time to open it, so you cave in to defeat, whirling around with your hands up in a surrendering pose. Your plan’s backfired; you’ve been caught.

“Oh, I’ve got you now,” Haechan says cockily. He has you—hook, line, and sinker, and at this point you aren’t even upset. You can’t be upset. His eyes are on you, and his body is close to yours, dangerously so.

“Okay, you win. Happy?” You mumur.

“Not until I get my Tootsie Pop back,” he shakes his head, “now where is it?”

Smiling, you shrug. Of course, you know where the candy is, but he’s either going to have to win or pry the answer out of you.

Then, he steps even closer, and your heart starts pounding in your chest twenty times faster than your feet were against the hardwood. This isn’t your first rodeo, you’ve made out with your best friend countless times, yet the anticipation gives you a rush, like you’ve never done this before. It makes you feel like a teenager in love all over again — seventeen, young and head over heels in love with the man closest to you.

He’s back you into the door, and you can’t keep your eyes off his lips. Beautiful, plush, soft, and your eyes flutter shut as you prepare to feel the same skilled pair against your own, closer, and closer, and closer—

Crunch.

“I fucking knew it!” Haechan yells, jolting your eyes open. You aren’t even given the opportunity to register the situation before his hands are digging into your back pocket, retrieving his fortunately unharmed Tootsie Pop.

It feels like he’s gone before you can even blink, and realizing he’s slipped back into the hall, you begin to follow him into his room. “Hey!” you yell, and he doesn’t say anything, just looking up at you from his gaming chair with that damn candy hanging from his mouth, “why didn’t you kiss me?”

“Why’d you steal my Tootsie Pop?”

Okay, that was stupid, yes, but there was a particular goal in mind which was reached, even if for a short-lived moment.

You frown, “I wanted your attention.”

Haechan shakes his head, laughing. “C’mere.”

Somehow, those words never fail, making you melt and slip into his lap effortlessly every time. You’re like Jell-O to his voice, to his touch, to his whole. You’re a goner, some would say, and a part of you is alright with never coming back if it means you get to feel all the weird, Cupid-y emotions he makes you feel.

At this point, you don’t think you’ll ever stop kissing Haechan. In the time that you’ve been together, you’ve both been in relationships, hence putting the make out sessions on hiatus. They were never really long though, because you’d break up with them and inevitably find your way back to one another in the end.

His fingers guide your chin up, and once more your eyes flutter shut as his lips unite with yours. Haechan kisses in a manner that contrasts with the soft feeling of his lips. He always starts off gentle, but there’s a hunger that overcomes him as he stands up and pushes you against his desk, rough yet graceful and holding you so firmly, like you’re glass, but he wants to break you. And when he shatters you into all those tiny pieces, you don’t care. You want him to glue you back together and do it all over again. He’s intoxicating, he’s an addictive drug, but he tastes like candy, and you can’t stop coming back to him. He feels like home, the place where you belong. The place where you can be one-hundred percent, authentically you, safe and whole, more than the general perception than you. And fuck, does he kiss like the damn devil himself.

You were silly for ever believing it would only be one kiss.

Jungwoo thinks that for people who are trying to keep their not-so relationship-y relationship under wraps, you two are very loud.

Speaking of which, and despite the nature of your relationship, you and Haechan haven’t even discussed your label. You know that you aren’t friends with benefits—you haven’t crossed that line, but to be honest, those lines have been starting to look blurry for a while—but you also aren’t in a relationship. You see other people, you fuck other people, and when other people ask if you’re dating, you both deny it immediately. You’re just best friends, you both say each time like some rehearsed line, even if it breaks your heart to hear him friendzone you.

Karina and Mark even have an ongoing bet about you two. Karina is one-hundred positive there’s something going on, whereas Mark is probably the only person in the world that wants to give you guys the benefit of the doubt.

“For heaven’s sake, I can’t get any type of sleep around here,” Jungwoo rasps, leaning against the doorframe, “I really hope you guys don’t do this shit when Dohwan’s here.”

His judgmental eyes practically bore into your soul, and you thank heaven that you don’t have to worry about keeping this secret from Jungwoo, even if he would probably appreciate it more if you did. He finds you in a rather interesting position, straddling Haechan’s lap as you press kisses into his collarbone.

It’s all Haechan’s fault, really. Three years ago, Jungwoo made the mistake of walking inside Haechan’s bedroom without knocking, accidentally finding you two making out in a very touchy way on his bed because a certain someone didn’t think to lock the door. Not only did you ruin his quote-unquote innocence, but his perception of you forever, and ever since that ordeal, Jungwoo has never opened his stepbrother’s door without knocking. This time, it just so happened to be wide-open.

You bite your lip, feeling bad. Kim Dohwan is Haechan’s halfbrother of whom he babysits whenever available (and you like to tag on, because dealing with children is stressful and Haechan’s already stressed enough), and on weekdays Jungwoo has to wake up from his nap earlier to pick up the kid from school and bring him back home, then leave for work. You were too loud and disrupted the poor guy’s nap time.

“Oh,” Haechan says the syllable blankly, not too sympathetic, “did we wake you?”

“Of course not, I usually wake up at 2pm and take extra longs showers to start my day,” Jungwoo deadpans, “but whatever. I’m heading out. Don’t forget to go grocery shopping today.”

“Noted,” you and Haechan say simultaneously, gazing at one another and stifling giggles when you catch each other’s gaze. Jungwoo smiles at you, then flicks off his brother before parting.

When you’re both all alone again, a few seconds pass before Haechan’s eyes do that thing where they twinkle every time something catches his interest (or perhaps that’s the in love side of your brain making you see things.)

“Hey, you coming to Chenle’s Valentines Day party Monday?” You don’t know why he’s even asking, you follow Haechan everywhere he goes like a lost puppy. Maybe he’s discreetly asking you out. “Unless you’re actually busy, by the way, I hope you know you’re going. And maybe you’ll find some single pringle interested in a relationship. You can’t just kiss me forever, you know.” Oh. Well that eliminates that thought.

A part of you is yelling at you to decline, to lie and say that you actually have a dick or pussy appointment scheduled for the 14th, yet another is weak, in spite of you being aware of how this works. First of all, Valentine’s Day parties are mainly for single people who don’t have anything better to do, and each time one of you go to one, you end up meeting some stranger and hooking up with them. You know that’s more than likely what he’s going to do, and you aren’t strong enough to watch him flirt with other people.

You know how to put up a good front, though, so you’ll fake it until you make it.

“We can do a lot more than kiss,” you suggest with a wink.

Haechan grimaces, “No thanks. Now get off my lap.”

You frown, but climb off his lap nonetheless. “Wow,” you drag dramatically, “You’ll make out with me for what feels like hours, but sticking your dick in me is where you draw the line?”

“Precisely.”

You gasp in faux offense. “Oh, come on. Sex doesn’t seem so bad. Like, think of it as my pussy giving your dick a nice warm hug.”

Haechan’s at a lost for words, his face bright red. How do you even come up with this stuff? “Oh my god, are you coming or not?”

You joke, “I thought you said sticking your dick in me was where you draw the line?”

He shoots you a glare so sharp you’re sure that if you were still on his lap, he’d be barely resisting the urge to shove you off. You don’t miss the way his cheeks heat up, though.

Haechan groans exasperatedly, leaning back his gaming chair, “Y/n, seriously!”

“Fine!” resisting your best friend is literally impossible, you conclude, because you have officially caved in to his request—or, more or less, demand, rather, “fine, fine! I’ll go!”

“Great,” he grins with satisfaction, beaming with his thirty-two teeth, and you even see little gleams of smiles in his eyes, “anyway, Dohwan’s gonna be here soon, so let’s get ready to go shopping.”

You furrow your brows. You have a solid twenty minutes left, and all you really need to do is slip on your shoes.

“I need more Tootsie Pops,” Haechan adds, and suddenly everything makes a lot more sense.

And you roll your eyes. “We’ll get you some more Tootsie Pops, but you better not ditch us for the candy aisle!”

“Of course, not,” he smiles, not even trying to sound or appear convincing. “I’d never leave you guys.”

That’s exactly what he does.

You aren’t even remotely surprised, though heavily disappointed when he announces in the middle of the thankfully empty cereal aisle that he’s going to find Tootsie Pops, managing to run off before you can even protest.

Gripping the shopping cart, you avert your gaze from the Cinnamon Toast Cruch boxes to his figure, almost missing him jog onto the following aisle. You shake your head, a small smile tugging your lips. If it were the end of the world, Haechan would stock up on those candies before he would even think to consider water.

“Auntie Y/N,” you aren’t quite adjusted to being addressed as an aunt, but you aren’t against it either. You have the image all put together—rich, thriving, and the kids adore you, “do you love my brother?”

That was perhaps the very last question you expected the six-year-old boy to ask you. Your eyes are a little wide, but it’s a kid, you remind yourself, so you shouldn’t be worried. But shit, then again, if a first-grader can figure it out, you’re fresh out of luck.

“Why do you think that?” You crouch down to be eye-level with him, having a feeling there’s some misunderstanding here. Dohwan’s bright for his age and doesn’t let anyone forget it, but you’ll be damned if he’s sniffed you out.

He makes a face. “I saw you kiss him, just like mommy and daddy do. And my mommy and daddy love each other very—” he stretches the vowel, and you can’t but giggle, “—much! That’s why they made me!” then he gasps, and you fear what it means, praying he doesn’t ask what you think he will. “Will you and my brother have a baby, too? I wan’ a new friend!”

On second thought, you think you’d rather he would’ve asked you what you thought he was. You nearly have a heart attack in the middle of the aisle, yet still, Dohwan gazes up at you with his innocent, sparkly eyes. You assume it’s in the blood; Jungwoo doesn’t have them, and he isn’t blood-related to Haechan, but Dohwan partially is, and the twinkle is promiment.

Calmly, you reply, “Don’t you already have a lot friends?”

He does, you both know it. You vaguely remember pulling up to his sixth birthday bash and being in shock of all the little kids jumping and flipping on the Spider-Man bouncy house. You haven’t been surrounded by that many children since, hell, probably since kindergarten.

“Yeah, but I wanna be a big brother,” he folds his tiny arms and pouts, “It’s not fair Hyuck and Woo get to be big, but I don’t!”

With minimum success, you manage to stifle your laugh, stretching out your arms to bring the little boy in for a hug, “You’ll be big one day. Trust me, you don’t wanna rush it.”

“And strong like Superman?”

“And strong like Superman,” you reassure, all smiley and convincing. “Now let’s go check up on your big brother, he’s taking too long.”

Dohwan rocks from side to side as he walks, murmuring some Nickelodeon TV show theme song, and you push the cart until you’ve reached your designation.

Quickly, you regret acting on your impatience. The scene taking place at the back of the aisle is anything but comforting—Haechan’s talking to some girl, whom of which is literally throwing herself onto him, and you can’t help but notice the way he wallows in the attention. For fucks sake, all the attention you give him and he doesn’t even give a fraction of it back! Then here comes this random girl from your campus.

Sometimes, you think about how you could do everything she’s doing right now—twirl your hair around your finger, be touchy with him, giggling girlishly at everything he says, funny or not—and yet he wouldn’t bat an eye, because you’re best friends and nothing more. Kissing each other breathless is already normalized between the two of you, what’s a little flirting.

Sometimes, you wish you hadn’t kissed your best friend that day. You’re both too comfortable, everything is too weightless. I love you, Haechan says it back without a thought. C’mere, he calls and pulls you onto his lap or cuddles you to death. Fuck, he—on very rare occasions when making out goes a little too far—groans into your ear, groping you a little. Scratch that. It may be weightless on his end, but it isn’t on yours, and everything has an everlasting effect on you.

“Auntie?”

When you look down at Dohwan, your gaze is so, so tired. Your eyes do the talking; you can’t move your lips.

He hugs your leg. “I love you.”

His face is pure, innocent, but he reads you so perfectly. The corners of your lips turn up, and you ruffle his hair, “Love ya, too. Let’s go get your brother, alright?”

He bounces eagerly, and you both begin to stroll down the aisle until you’re beside Haechan. You’re in a selfish mood today, so you think of some remark to make in the process.

“Nice Tootsie Pops, Bowlcut,” you mask your tiny emotional breakdown with a joke, “Hi, Faith.”

“Hope,” she corrects, evidently annoyed by your presence, though she doesn’t state it outright. “My name is Hope. And… bowl cut?”

“Interchangeable,” you dismiss her correction carelessly. In all honesty, you already knew her name, but you’re feeling like a bitter bitch currently, “and yeah, in high school Haechan had this hideous bowl cut that he—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Haechan grumbles, “that was four years ago!”

“And I’ll never forget,” you’re smiling blissfully, nostalgic. “Anyways, what’cha two doing?”

“We were catching up, it’s been a minute since I’ve seen Hope here,” you hear Hope snicker at this, and something about it is extremely off-putting. He turns to her, “So, I’m in a bit of a time crunch. Could I have your number?”

Ouch. Right in your face, literally.

She giggles some more, typing her number in his phone, and you try to focus on Dohwan so that you don’t cave into your desire to knock her upside the head. There’s already so much on your plate, you don’t need an assault charge.

She smiles, all bubbly and giddy. You know jealousy isn’t a good look, but it’s still pissing you off. “See you around?”

“See you around,” Haechan replies. She hugs him, not forgetting to shoot you a look from across his shoulder as she does, and only once satisfied does she turns on her heel, sashaying away.

“Didn’t know pussy was on the shopping list,” you sneer, relieved once she’s finally gone. Her presence was suffocating.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he rolls his eyes, “at least I’m actually trying, I don’t know what you’re going to do when I’m cuffed down and—holy sh—I mean crap! You’re so quiet, I forgot you were here,” Haechan jumps, only noticing Dohwan when he pokes at his leg. “And don’t you dare make a cuff joke, y/n. Not in front of the kid.”

You yell in that defensive tone which is a tell-tale sign you’re lying, “I wasn’t gonna!”

Haechan gives you the look.

The we’re-best-friends, I-know-when-you’re-lying look.

And that look is utterly withering, so you decide you’re accepting defeat. “Okay fine, maybe I was thinking about it, but I wasn’t actually gonna say it. Not with him around.”

Haechan snorts, like you said something funny, but in reality he just doesn’t believe you. “Yeah, alright. Let’s finish shopping.”

You don’t argue, but there’s a lingering thought in your mind as you push the cart, rattling around in your brain still.

When he’s cuffed. Hmm. You can’t speak for him completely, but you both know how that one goes. When you get into a relationship, you think the person is great and they serve as a nice temporary distraction—that is, until you’re bored and realize no one will ever compare to Haechan, and especially not in the kissing department. So you break up, and then you go back to making out with Haechan, solidifying your suspicion that no one will ever replace your best friend. It’s the reason you don’t do relationships anymore, you feel bad for using people when you know it isn’t going to change a thing. It never does.

As far as your knowledge extends, things aren’t too different with Haechan. You and him don’t push things, you don’t pry too deep. There’s some unspoken boundary, and you know when to drop things. That’s why you both say the same thing each time you ask one another why you and whoever it was that you were previously seeing broke up—it wasn’t working out.

Like a moth to a flame, Haechan always finds his way back to you too, because apparently you’re the only person that can keep him tied down. You don’t think that’s the case, though. Your problem is you’re in love with your best friend, no matter how hard you try to suppress the feelings. His problem? You can’t be sure, but you’d guess commitment issues.

Whatever it is, and as selfish as it may sound, you want it to stay. He isn’t yours, but you like the comfort of knowing that he isn’t anyone else’s, either.

If Cupid had a human counterpart, it would be Na Jaemin in reincarnated form. He may not have wings nor a bow and arrow, but he does have dedication and a gigantic mouth.

“I can’t believe you called me over here for this,” you stand in an effort to leave, but Jaemin pulls you back down by your wrist, so you sigh, accepting that you’re stuck in the cafe and in the middle of a Jaem-terrogation.

“Not so fast, Sonic. You still haven’t answered my question. I don’t have all day, you know, I have other people’s business to be in,” he admits unabashedly, and you snort at his honesty.

Jaemin is an extremely shameless, extremely straightforward individual. He knows what he wants, how to get it, and the only time he’s afraid of letting someone know what he’s chasing for is when it interferes with his goal of obtaining said desire. He loves all things drama and gossip, and these are the lengths he’ll go to squeeze information out of you. No wonder he’s one of the writers for the campus newspaper.

“I don’t have feelings for Haechan,” you fiddle with your fork. “And even if I did, why would it matter? Haechan doesn’t have feelings for me, either.”

“Forgive me, but you’re a fucking dumbass,” Jaemin concludes, and you gasp in dramatic offense. “Why would I be here if he didn’t like you back, y/n? You know that he hasn’t had anyone over in two weeks? There’s like, three things at the top of Haechan’s list of shit he needs to survive, and that’s you, Tootsie Pops, and sex. Yet he’s gone two entire weeks without it. He likes you, really fucking bad.”

“Golly gee, Haechan hasn’t fucked anyone in two entire weeks. He must be head over heels in love with me,” you deadpan, ignoring how Jaemin rolls his eyes in response. “Be serious, Jaem. He literally got this girl’s number the other day. The man said himself that he doesn’t want to stick his dick in me. There’s nothing going on.”

Okay, so maybe Haechan is a raging sexaholic. Maybe he’s been a little horny recently. And maybe contact-full makeout sessions have been a reoccurrence in the past two weeks, but none of that matters, and he typically has extreme self control. Fresh as yesterday, he was definitely trying to get into Hope’s pants. It’s weightless, everything between you. It means absolutely nothing, and you’re trying to come to terms with the possibility that it never will. You wish your friends would accept the fact, too.

At least they don’t know you and Haechan make out, and have been for the past four years. They’d be insufferable, and you two would absolutely never hear the end of it.

“Y/n, please. Your biggest competition is those damn Tootsie Pops.”

“And if you told him that he had to live without me or the candy, he’d choose them over me any day.”

“Actually, he’d tell me to fuck off—and stop asking him stupid questions. You can’t tell me I’m wrong because I’m speaking from experience,” Jaemin grins, “I pushed the question until he gave me a proper answer. He chose you, by the way.”

You groan into your hands, “Unless you have some other evidence to provide besides this stupid question and him not getting laid in two weeks, you’re wasting my time here, Cupid.”

Jaemin sighs, “I thought I could pressure you into admitting your feelings—”

“I don’t have feelings for Haechan!”

“—that you deny having, but I guess taking the high road doesn’t work. Don’t worry, I still have plan B. I mean, you should be worried, but it’s whatever.”

You blink. “Plan B?”

He ignores you, standing up and preparing to take his leave. You’re still curious about whatever his alternative, backup plan is however, and he doesn’t look like he’s going to tell you.

“Jaemin!” You shriek. “What are you talking about?”

“February 14th, Chenle’s party,” he answers vaguely, swinging his bag over his shoulders. “Be there, or be square. Whatever that means.”

He exits without another word, leaving you dumbfounded and with a sudden dread in your chest. They don’t… know, do they? No, of course not. How could they? You’ve been keeping this secret for nearly four years, and the only people that know are Jungwoo and Dohwan.

Great. Another reason to dread the fourteenth, and despise Cupid—and his human counterpart, your actual mortal enemy.

“I know you like Regina George, but the dress code is Cady Heron.”

Bummer. You didn’t exactly plan on attending as a sexy bunny in fishnets and knee-high boots, but you don’t intend on wearing a Party City outfit, neither. It’s only the 6th though, so you still have a week and some change to outfit plan.

You frown, “Why the change? None of his past parties have had much of a dress code.”

“Because Chenle is also stuck babysitting his baby brother on Valentine’s day while his parents are having a date night,” Haechan answers. “I’m not saying you have to dress like a prude, but don’t dress like a slut, either.”

Ignoring the insinuation behind his words, you don’t miss the fact he said also. “What do you mean also? Don’t tell me…”

“Exactly what you think. Dad is whisking my stepmom away on a romantic evening date to only God knows where, and Jungwoo is busy with his girlfriend, so me being the sole single-pringle in the family gave him the bright idea to have me baby sit,” he explains, though he doesn’t seem burdened by the task. “I don’t really mind, though. It’d be one thing if I planned on getting some pussy that night, but no one’s smashing at a party where there’s children. I hope not, at least.”

You wince at that. You hope not, too. It’s a setback that you have to re-plan your outfit, but on the plus side, Haechan can and will help you decide this time, even if you have to force him.

So that’s where you find yourself a couple hours later, your bedroom a mess as the aftermath of the meticulous care you’ve put into your self-styling. You’ve narrowed it down to two outfit selections; option A, the white crop-top with the cute pink pants; or option B, the pretty and red mini-dress with stilettos. It’s a little embarrassing that hours of your indecisiveness have led you to this conclusion, but you want to choose the perfect outfit that’s also not overbearing.

“And I have to help you why?”

“Because you’re my best friend, and that’s what best friends are for, duh.”

Haechan’s favorite thing about your place is you have all his utmost favorite games—and that literally everything there is like a piece of you, from the decoration to the smell of your perfume bottles you keep in your bathroom. He’d never tell you that, though—so he wasn’t too enthusiastic about being interrupted from his video-gaming session. But then, he realized he gets a special preview of your Valentine’s day outfit, and Haechan loves the way you dress, probably an abnormal amount. Slutty or prude-y.

“Then what’cha waiting for? Strip for me, princess,” he demands jokingly. It isn’t normal for you to feel bashful by anything a guy says, but everything is so different with Haechan. It’s the littlest, simplist things that drive you over the edge, that make you want him in ways you probably, scratch that, definitely shouldn’t.

And all the questions, assumptions, and rumors regarding your nonexistent relationship with Haechan aren’t exactly unwarranted. You two flirt and touch an abnormal amount, and while it’s common knowledge that Haechan is a touchy person, and you’re a natural flirt, people say it’s extreme between you two.

That makes you laugh. When it comes to the tension between you both that people speak of, you wish you could see what they see.

“You want to watch me strip?” You’re genuinely surprised, only the other day he seemed repulsed by the thought of you naked. “That’s new. I’m guessing you haven’t gotten laid in a hot minute.”

Haechan rolls his eyes, silently confirming what Jaemin told you at the cafe, but you shake the thought away, refusing to let it spur you on. It doesn’t mean anything. “Anyways. You’ve got nothing I haven’t seen before, baby girl. Now, you gonna strip or what?”

“I’m stripping, I’m stripping! Relax, Liam Payne!” It’s really nothing he hasn’t seen before, because Haechan’s seen naked girls, and he’s seen you half-naked before, so neither of you actually care. You peel off your top, slowly and in a strip tease sort of way and look him in the eye, giggling once you catch him shaking his head. You don’t repeat the movement with your shorts though, simply taking them off and picking up your new shirt to slip it off the hanger.

Successfully discreet, Haechan wallows in the sight of you half-naked for as long as he can before you’re slipping on the crop top and the pink pants. Now that he thinks about it, he bought you those pants, and darn do they make your ass look good. Then he realizes he’s thinking about your ass and taking not as discreet looks at it, and shakes the thought away.

“So?” Your voice cuts through the silence. “What do you think?”

He needs a moment to gather himself and recollect his thoughts, because he feels like turning on Destiny’s Child’s Bootylicious and if spoke his mind he would definitely say something he’d regret. Like, I could fuck the shit out of you. He doesn’t think he should say that.

“What do you mean, what do I think? I bought you those pants, I’d be damned if I thought you didn’t look good in them,” Haechan supplies, making you roll your eyes in response.

“Very underwhelming reaction. I wanted you to fall out on the floor and pass out for a few seconds with your hand on your chest,” you pout.

“Definitely not doing all that,” he chuckles. “But you do look good enough for… somebody to do it. Anyways, it’s stripping time again. Get in that dress for me, princess.”

If he doesn’t stop with the pet names you’re going to combust. You hide it though, taking off outfit option A and putting on option B. You feel confident in your appearance, with or without him, but the way Haechan’s practically gawking at you does boost said confidence.

“What about this one?”

Okay, so Haechan’s one-hundred percent biased in his decision—or maybe he isn’t, since he didn’t buy this outfit—though nonetheless, he loves this dress on you. In his personal opinion, you’ll look good in anything you wear, but the way this particular dress hugs your figure perfectly is a bonus. He knows all eyes are going to be on you the moment you step inside Chenle’s house, and maybe he’s going to have to keep you and Dohwan close to his side.

Rather than replying verbally, Haechan walks forward and pulls you into a kiss. His hands dip around your waist, skirting the area until he’s gripping you like he’s afraid of letting go.

And as always, you melt into his lips. Like ice to the sun, or wax to a flame. It’s the umpteenth kiss in your whole lifetime, but Haechan always makes it feel like the first time. Like two love-struck highschoolers, except with a lot more experience. Haechan kisses you like he loves you, and you hate it. You might even loathe it.

His fingers slip down your hips, to your revealed thighs, like he just so happens to know that’s one of your weak spots. Luckily you’ve learned some of his weak spots too, and not really thinking, you don’t hesitate to aim for his most sensitive one - his neck. You can’t get used to how beautiful he sounds as he moans, your lips pressing into his sweet spot and leaving undoubtedly a mark.

“Fuck,” Haechan moans, “you’re my kryptonite, you know that?”

“A kiss is all it takes for you to fold?” You gasp out with a smirk.

“Shut up.”

Your grin widens. “Make me.”

Just as he leans in, about to pin you down to your duvet and kiss the life out of you while you’re thinking that maybe this is the tension people speak of, his phone rings in his back pocket. It feels like snapping out some trance or spell, like a reverse Cupid’s arrow, and he instantly backs off of you.

He takes a look at his phone screen. “I um, I gotta take this.”

Biting your lip, you nod. “Okay.”

“You look great though,” he comments, and you smile thinly at him as he slips from between your fingertips yet again.

It seems that you’re left all alone, pathetically wet, and wondering if that person on the other line is Hope - but you try to shake that thought off.

Sighing, you flop against your sheets. Love is some extremely cruel, extremely rigged game that only lucky people win, and it seems that Luck has sided with the evil that is Cupid. You’ve been dealt cards, and Haechan refuses to show you his hand. All you can do is watch it play out.

Haechan knew that something was dangerously off when Jaemin bought him a brand-new bag of Tootsie Pops without being asked, and invited you over for a movie night with the guys, offering to open up with you and Haechan’s all-time favorite movie, Mean Girls. He even offered to play The Kissing Booth next! Everyone else instantly protested of course, but the fact he offered in the first place is borderline suspicious.

Sure, Jaemin’s not the devil or anything, depending on who you ask. He’s… kind, and he can be a sweetheart. But Jaemin does nothing for free, and Haechan can’t shake the thought that this is planned bribery. And it isn’t hush-money. Jaemin doesn’t buy silence, he buys words.

By the time Jaemin asks Haechan to help him with the popcorn, he’s ninety-nine point nine percent sure that something is definitely wrong here. Yet still, he follows him into the kitchen.

“Alright, what’s up man?” Haechan wastes zero time, wanting to get to the bottom of all this. “I know you want something out of me. There’s no other reason you would offer to play The Kissing Booth, or buy me Tootsie Pops for free.”

Jaemin scoffs, but he doesn’t try to front, “Glad you know. Since we’re on the same page, let’s address this thing with you and y/n.”

“That’s what this is about?” Haechan grumbles. “I’ve told you, I don’t have feelings for her!” He whisper-yells.

Jaemin has heard that far too many times for it to be convincing. He’s positive that even Helen Keller herself could tell you two are hopelessly in love. Takes one to know one, he thinks. It seems the three of you must be blind, because you and Haechan are oblivious to your feelings for one another, and it’s painfully obvious.

“And Mary wasn’t a virgin,” Jaemin says ironically, making Haechan roll his eyes. “If you’re not in love with her, then explain what the hell is going on between you two. I know that she’s your best friend or whatever, but you don’t act like it at all. From a fresh perspective, someone would totally think you’re in love.”

Haechan hates that he’s right. It doesn’t make sense the amount of times you’ve gone to public places and had cashiers refer to you as a couple, or elderly people ask you if you’re together. Because you’re not. You’re best friends, and even if Haechan wants to be more than that, that’s his label. And he’s sure he’s stuck with it for life.

“You’re fucking Hope to distract yourself from your feelings for y/n,” Jaemin adds, and it’s a statement, not a question.

“I’m not—”

“You are,” Jaemin interjects. “Head over heels, in love with a girl you think doesn’t reciprocate your feelings, and you’re also being an ass to her, whether you know it or not.”

If Haechan was in a situation where he needed to simplify the reason you two click so well, he’d say chalk it up to compatibility and say it’s because you’re like a mirror of one another. Which also means he knows you, better than anyone else even, and he knows neither of you do the whole catching feelings things anymore. You like to fuck and flirt, and fuck some more, to avoid the fact that you love too hard. If you fuck people whose names you don’t even remember, it doesn’t mean a darn thing that you two make out.

No one really knows about that part yet. But they do know that you like to fuck, and that’s why Haechan thinks that if he’s an ass, then that means so are you. What the fuck is he doing that you aren’t?

Even if he is an ass, what is he supposed to do? He’s only recently realized that damn, he actually does have feelings for you, which is where Hope comes along and yes, he is fucking her to distract himself from you. So what? It’s not like it’s working, he’s still stuck on you, obsessed with the thought of you, craving your touch and the sound of your voice. He still loves you, and it’s so scary because no matter what his friends say, he thinks they don’t know you or your relationship like he does. They think they do, but they don’t.

“I’m not in love,” Haechan lies through his teeth, “maybe I’m in like.”

Jaemin snorts. In like? That’s the stupidest thing he’s ever heard. Not in love his fucking ass. “You’re in denial, that’s what you are.”

Haechan grumbles, trying desperately not to raise his voice so that the others don’t hear him from the living room, “Even if I did like her—and I’m telling you, I don’t—it wouldn’t change anything because she doesn’t like me.”

“You two are the same breed of oblivious and stupid,” Jaemin takes the popcorn out of the microwave, pouring it all into a bowl. He’s even laughing, much to Haechan’s confusion, but he’s apparently unbothered by Haechan’s lack of confession, “but fine. Lie to my face. I still have a backup plan.”

“A back-up plan?” Haechan repeats, lost.

“I just thought it would be nice of me to try and get you to confess before I have to work a Valentine’s day miracle, but unfortunately you two are a match made in heaven—both terribly stubborn,” Jaemin says vaguely, not really answering Haechan’s question, “so I guess we’ll all know the truth at Chenle’s party.”

Jaemin exits with the popcorn bowls before Haechan can even part his lips to ask another question, and he stands there, shocked and unsure of how to react. He’s concerned, though. Jaemin has something cooking (besides the popcorn), and he isn’t sure what, but it’s Na fucking gossiping blabbermouth Jaemin. That means it can’t be anything good.

So apparently when you and Haechan had that heated makeout session the other day, you left a trail - or in other words, you marked his neck the fuck up.

You hadn’t noticed because he covered it up with concealer, but you’re in the middle of another one of those when he stops you, preventing you from repeating your mistake.

“You can’t do that. People will see,” Haechan frowns. You wonder what’s the problem with hickeys. Is he embarrassed? No way. Haechan? Embarrassed? About hickeys? He has much bigger fish to fry.

In contrast, you’re over the moon. Even if he isn’t yours, marking him up makes you feel like he belongs to you. Plus, other people will see, and they’ll know that he isn’t theirs, either. Haechan also has a beautiful neck, you realize as you stare at his skin. It makes you wonder if there’s anything about him that isn’t beautiful.

“Would that be so bad?” You ask. “You’d look sexy all marked up by me.”

Haechan groans, “Do you ever think with your head and not your pussy?”

“I wish my pussy was my head. My head’s just so full of you,” you sigh dramatically.

It’s rare for Haechan to blush, but you somehow manage to make him full-on flush sometimes and you take that as an achievement. It’s partially the reason you love flirting with him so much, he’s so reactive. His reactions are cute sometimes.

“Be serious for 5 seconds,” he whines, and you giggle.

“I was serious,” you insist, “but fine, I’ll think with my head since yours is clearly not working. No one’s gonna assume they’re from me, Hyuck. Just tell them they’re from one of your hoes.”

“I know, but it’s not them I’m worried about. It’s, um…” he trails off.

You’re confused, blinking. If not your friends, then who on earth—oh, for fucks sake.

“It’s Hope,” you utter tonelessly.

“Yeah, uh, yeah,” he wonders why you suddenly sound so dry, and then the whole grocery shopping thing seeps back into his mind. You obviously don’t like Hope, and it’s not just you, really. Lots of people don’t like her. But Haechan needs a pretty face to compete with the image of yours in his head, even if it isn’t winning. “She kinda likes me, and—”

“Do you like her?” You don’t mean to ask so fast. It slips, like your mouth has a mind of its own.

Haechan shrugs. No, he doesn’t like her. He likes you, but he thinks that maybe he can somehow convince himself it’s the other way around. So he replies, “Maybe.”

Fuck. You try not to appear suddenly devoid of life, forcing a cheery smile. “That’s… nice,” you lie through your teeth. “Let me take this opportunity to have one last kiss before I possibly never will again?”

Haechan snickers, to silently say as if. He isn’t wrong for it, either. One kiss is never one kiss with him — never has been, never will be. There’s a reason you both bonded over bombing a math exam.

D-day rolls around, and you’re eyeing your frame in your full-length mirror, smoothing your palms over your dress as you give yourself a quick once-over before the clock strikes 7PM. You look like that bitch, and everyone in that party is going to fucking know it because you’re going to walk in there like that bitch. Fuck Cupid. You don’t need his stupid bow. And fuck Haechan, too. He’s your ride, but he’s gonna ditch you at some point in the party like he always does. It’ll be no different now, and this time, you’ll be the first one to leave.

The chime of the doorbell jolts you from your mental slumber, and you quickly reach for your purse then head towards the door with a heavy heartbeat. You know he’s already seen you in this dress, he chose it for fucks sake, but there’s something else that gets your heart racing—no. You can’t think about him. Fuck Haechan, remember? He’s no good for you.

“Here goes nothing,” you mutter to yourself, palm on the doorknob, “you can do this.”

Haechan’s sucks in a breath the moment you open the door. You look gorgeous. You always do, but in this particular moment, you look better than you ever have before. Those corny romance sayings usually make him laugh with mirth, but he’s genuinely convinced you look better everyday that he sees you. All dressed up like this, or not.

“You look so pretty, Auntie!” Dohwan beats him to a compliment.

You bend down to ruffle the boy’s hair, “Thank you, Dohwan. You look very handsome.” And then you look at Haechan.

He looks handsome as well, unfortunately. Jet black hair, exposed forehead, and his outfit is black with red hearts in the center of the shirt. You try not to pay him too much mind, but your heart and the place between your thighs don’t seem to agree with your mind. He catches you looking at him, and feels a twinge of anxiousness in his heart. Get it together, man, he tells himself. Lee Donghyuck doesn’t get nervous looking at pretty girls. Lee Donghyuck doesn’t hesitate about his actions, either, wondering if he should hold your hand, he doesn’t rethink what he should say. It all comes to him naturally.

“Yeah, you look beautiful,” he settles, mentally cursing himself for being unable to think of anything else. He blames you. Ever since you first snuck in his mind, you’ve been living rent-free there, and make it hard to think about anything else sometimes. That’s why he thought that needed distractions.

If you could relay the message to your heart, you’d tell it stop beating. Instead, you mask your emotion, smiling. “Thank you, likewise. Now c’mon, we gotta get there by 7:30!”

Haechan’s saddened by the dismissal, but you don’t catch his face as you walk to his car.

If you ignore him, you can do this.

Haechan cannot do this.

Something isn’t right. It wasn’t right the second he noticed you gave him a simple, rushed compliment, not bothering to make some sexual remark that usually makes Haechan’s cheeks feel like fire. You didn’t even kiss him before you got in the car. And Haechan’s sure you’ve been avoiding him like the plague, scurrying off and getting lost in the red and pink sea before he could even ask you if you wanted to check out the drink menu.

He doesn’t know where you are, and that haunts him. Turns out Chenle is paying Yangyang, Ten and Jisung to keep the kids entertained on one end of the house, whilst the adults do adult-y things on the other. You could be with someone else for all he knows, hell, you probably are. He was practically fuming when he saw some people staring at you as you walked in.

“Uh oh, I think y/n divorced Haechan,” Chenle jokes, and a choir of laughs follows suit.

Haechan grumbles, “A guy can’t miss his girl best friend?”

“Of course, you can,” Chenle drawls, “but everyone knows she’s more than just a friend to you. Like even if you aren’t together, there’s no way you guys don’t have feelings for each other.”

“Right? And they’re so cute together, too. A literal match made in heaven by angel Cupid,” Jaemin agrees, speaking as though Haechan isn’t right there.

“You’re dating y/n?” gasps Karina, overhearing Jaemin much to Haechan’s dismay. Oh, great, she’s as much as a blabbermouth as he is. The whole world’s going to think Haechan’s dating you in five minutes or less.

“No!”

“Yes, he is, spread the word,” Jaemin says, already knowing he doesn’t have to tell her. Karina’s mumbling I knew it under her breath before jogging somewhere.

“You know,” Haechan starts, downing a shot because if he’s not at least tipsy he’s going to die at this party, “she’s been making me watch murder documentaries with her and I’ve definitely picked up a thing or two. I’d be careful.”

Jaemin scoffs, “Please. You’re going to be kissing my ass and the ground that I walk on by the time this party’s over.”

There it goes. Haechan wonders what’s so special about tonight that Jaemin’s been hinting at vaguely. It’s been keeping him on his toes, but he doesn’t ask because he knows Jaemin, and he isn’t going to tell him a thing. The one time this guy wants to keep something secret.

An hour flies by, and Haechan still hasn’t seen you. He’s looked for you, and refuses to believe his eyes are somehow missing you, even though you’re in a crowd. He literally went up the stars and gazed over the railing for a better view, and you were no where to be found. You’ve refused to answer your phone, too, and Haechan doesn’t know what to do. He would just start talking to some random chick, but that’s not what Haechan wants. He doesn’t want some random chick. He wants to be with you. Hold you. Touch you. Kiss you, with no shame, no fear, in front of everyone, and he isn’t in denial about it. He wants you.

And Jaemin is fed up.

“Alright, I’m tired of you moping around drinking like a divorced man. Let’s go to the kitchen,” Jaemin suggests. Or commands, but still.

Haechan quirks a brow. “Where there’s nothing but more drinks?”

“Trust me, I’m not letting you drink anymore tonight. You have a wife and a kid to drive home,” Jaemin jokes. Usually he’d deny any sort of relationship with you that isn’t best-friendship, but Haechan simply shakes his head, following his friend and roommate into the kitchen.

Then he sees you, and his jaw doesn’t just drop, but it falls flat on the ground, bounces a little, and comes back down. You’re clinging to Chenle’s side with a confused face, equally as surprised to see him, though not very delighted.

“What’s going on?”

You stare at one another.

“Stop copying me!”

Jaemin and Chenle stare at one another, then stare at you two staring at one another, and stare at one another again.

“I hate to interrupt your… stare-off, but there’s a reason we brought you two here,” Jaemin interjects, making you two finally split gazes as you stare at him, confused.

“Which is?”

You glare at him. Jaemin’s success was short-lived, it seems.

“Drum roll, please,” he says, and Chenle begins tapping against the counter, “Dohwan!”

Suddenly, Dohwan pops up from around the corner. He’s on the completely wrong side of the house, and while he’s under adult supervision, you still wonder why he’s here.

You blink. “What’s he doing here?”

Jaemin smirks. “I’m glad you asked. Dohwan tells me he’s witnessing some very interesting sights of the two of you. Go ahead and tell us what you saw, kiddo.”

“I saw Haechan and Auntie y/n kissing, like mommy and daddy do!” Dohwan shares, grimacing in disgust. If you weren’t practically fearing for your life right now, you’d probably laugh at his reaction.

“And how often do you see this?” Chenle adds.

“Um…” the kid ponders, “every time Auntie y/n comes over. I heard them say they wanted to keep it a secret from me, but they’re not very good at it.”

Haechan shoots you a panicked look, and you’re wearing the exact same one. By the time you realize that this is what Jaemin’s been hinting at this whole time, it’s much too late. Your secret has been exposed to the worst people ever, and now they’re definitely going to think you’re dating.

“Thank you for your input, Dohwan,” Jaemin smiles, then turns to look at you and Haechan. You’re both frozen and stiff, unsure of how to respond. “So, anything to say about this?”

“It doesn’t mean anything,” Haechan’s quick to say. You hope no one catches the way your face falters with hurt for a split second. “If you want me to be honest, then fine, I will. Yeah, we kiss. We’ve been kissing since high school, but it didn’t mean anything then and it doesn’t mean anything now. We just, I don’t know, do it for fun.”

Chenle deadpans, “So you just kiss for pure, innocent fun.”

“Exactly,” Haechan nods. “It means nothing.”

It means something to me, you think to yourself, and when you notice the silence in the room, you gaze up to see everyone’s eyes on you, Haechan’s a little wide. Oh, fuck.

“I said that aloud, didn’t I?”

“Yep,” Jaemin grins. He was right. “Is there something you want to share with the class?”

Stupidly, you decide to look at Haechan, and he’s re-lost his composure, frozen up and stiff all over again. Your heart is pounding harder than it has been all night. It’s partially the alcohol, but you can feel it in your veins and all around you. It won’t leave you alone, and looking at Haechan, it’s faster, as if to say he’s the one I want.

So you choose to make another decision that you might possibly regret, but you have to get this off your chest. It isn’t news to anyone but Haechan anyways.

“Donghyuck,” you start, and he knows it’s getting serious because you just said his government name. You literally never call him by his government name. “I know we agreed to keep things platonic, and for it to mean nothing, but I want you. Like really, really bad. I think I—no, everyone’s right, I really am, extremely in love with you. If you don’t feel the same I understand, I just had to get this off my che—”

You aren’t given the chance to finish before Haechan swoops you in his arms, reaching for your waist as he pulls you into a kiss. There’s a chorus of cheers from Chenle and Jaemin, followed by a shriek of disgust from Dohwan as he covers his eyes, but you two aren’t trying to hide anymore, you want to scream from the rooftops that you’re in love. Yes, the infamous Lee Donghyuck and y/n know more than flirting and fucking. You’re in love, drunk off of a sip of it and the taste of Haechan’s lips, and god, has kissing your best friend never felt better.

“Let’s give the newlywed couple some privacy now,” Jaemin says with a grin. Gosh, he really is the spawn of Cupid, but you have to thank him. This wouldn’t be happening if it wasn’t for his stupid ‘gotcha!’ plan. “You two work this out.”

The three of them pile out, and you and Haechan part from one another to breathe. You stay in comfortable silence for a moment, his hands slipping into yours.

“Your hands are sweating,” you comment after a while.

“It’s hot.”

“It’s the middle of February.”

“So? Global warming is real, you know,” Haechan shrugs, refusing to acknowledge the fact that his hand is sweating because he’s nervous. He’s accepted that you make him feel all warm inside and his heart feel like mush, but he still isn’t used to not hiding the way you make him feel.

You laugh but don’t press things. “Newlywed couple, huh. Can’t be, you still haven’t popped the question.”

“Yeah?” He laughs, too. “Then will you take my hand in marriage and take me as your illegally wedded husband?”

You hum, pretending to contemplate, “Hmm, I don’t know. You sure you don’t wanna marry a giant cardboard Tootsie Pop cutout? Or what about that girl? What happened to her, by the way, I thought you said you liked her.”

Haechan groans, not really wanting to think about her right now, “No more Hope. Ironically, she’s a lost cause. I had to cut shit with her because she can’t comprehend what a fling is. She wanted a relationship, and you know, I lied to you when I said that I might want her. I didn’t know you liked me back until, like, now, so I was just saying shit in hopes of convincing myself I could stop liking you. That planned failed, though.”

His words lift a massive weight off of your shoulders, and you finally feel like you can breathe now. Take that, bitch, you think with a smirk. She was giggling in your face so hard at the grocery store, but you’re having the last laugh.

You tilt your head. “What about the Tootsie Pops?”

“Yeah, sorry but I can’t give them up as easily. Would you mind a Tootsie Pop bouquet?”

Gosh, this is the man you love. You roll your eyes, but smile as you reply, “You know, you’re like a Tootsie Pop.”

If Haechan were a dog, his ears would perk up right now. “How come?”

“I’ll never know how long I’ll be able to kiss you without wanting to fuck you,” you lean in his ear to purr, voice tickling his neck. You eye it and his lips, and lord knows you can’t wait to finally be able to mark him up again.

“Yeah? Wanna go home, put Dohwan to sleep, and let me take this dress off you?” He grips at your waist, his hand resting there with the burning urge to dip lower. He bites his lip.

“Thought you drew the line at sticking your dick in me,” you joke.

“That was when I was in denial about wanting you,” Haechan whispers, “but now I can admit to myself that even though you amazing in this dress, I wanna take it off of you. Your body’s perfect.”

“I kinda hate the scar on my thigh.”

“Don’t. It provides depth to your character. It makes someone wonder how you got it, the story of how it happened,” he answers, ever so deeply.

“Poetic,” you snort, “can’t tell if you’re giving me Bruno Mars or John Legend vibes more right now.”

Haechan rolls his eyes, smiling. “You said you’d never know how long you’d be able to kiss me without dying to fuck me, right?”

“I never said dying.”

He ignores you, “Then let’s put it to the test, shall we?”

Your lips wind up pressed firmly to his, with your hands on his cheek and his palms on your hips yet again. It’s fiercer than ever, Haechan’s kissing you like he doesn’t want to let you breathe, like he wants to stay in this moment with you forever. He kisses you with love and lust, with passion and desire, with emotion and no more fear in his chocolate-y eyes. You don’t regret kissing Haechan that day. It took a while, but it brought you to this moment where you can finally call him yours. And that one more kiss stuff is bullshit. His lips are yours and vice versa, and as you’re by each other’s side, you’ll never stop kissing him. And he’ll never stop kissing you.

“They’re here!” Karina suddenly bursts into the kitchen, pointing at you and Haechan. “Look! I told you they were dating!”

Oh, god. You totally forgot about Karina’s stupid bet with Mark. Mark looks entirely devastated and surprised, devastated because that’s twenty-five bucks gone from his wallet, and surprised because he genuinely believed you and Haechan have been best friends this whole time. Technically, he isn’t wrong, but you’re not sure if you want to interrupt to tell them that.

Mark whines, “Oh, c’mon! I really thought you guys were just friends.”

“Pay up, loser,” Karina smirks, and with a pout, Mark pulls cash from his pockets.

Haechan looks at you, and while you don’t say anything, you can tell you’re both thinking the exact same thing. The whole campus is about to know you two are dating. Karina’s for sure going to tell everyone she knows, hell, probably even people she doesn’t know, and there’s a ninety-nine point nine percent chance of Jaemin raining your business on everyone in his latest report for the school newspaper.

You can’t say that you care, though. This is what you wanted, to unashamedly love Haechan, to be able to state it proudly in front of everyone, to let everyone know, to claim him as yours and yours only. So fuck Cupid. Fuck his bow, fuck his arrow, because this relationship is all a product of you and Haechan’s hard work and dedication.

Who needs Cupid’s bow when you have tasty lips and Tootsie-Pops?

“You’re telling me you’ve been in love with me for the past four years? Oh, you’re a soldier. I would have given up in the first month.”

You snort. Part of becoming Haechan’s girlfriend is the process of telling one another the secrets you’ve been keeping, such as how long you can been in love. Haechan’s been in love with you for a solid year, he thinks, maybe two, but it’s been almost four years for you, on the other hand.

“If only it were that easy,” you sigh. “Trust me, I tried getting over you by getting under other people—how Jessie Reyez of me—but that didn’t work out, obviously.”

“You are too much like me,” Haechan shakes his head. “What made you think we should anyways?”

“You mean, four years ago, or now?”

Haechan shrugs. “Either. Give me three reasons.”

“Oh, brace yourself. I could do a presentation on this. One, we know each other’s McDonald’s orders. Two, like you said, we’re very alike. When have we ever argued over pizza toppings?” You reason. “Three, I can’t imagine kissing anybody else. I mean, we’ve basically been practicing on each other for the past four years. I’m the reason you can kiss so good, it would insane for you make out with other people. Four, I have a fat ass and sometimes I catch you staring at—”

“I said three reasons!” Haechan cries, face blooming red as a rose.

“I could go for a fifth,” you grin, “we’re both terrible at math.”

“Damn right we are,” he mutters. “But that’s what makes us… us, isn’t it? The only reason we’re dating right now is because we couldn’t resist kissing each other after one time.”

He’s right. It practically only took one kiss to fall in love with Haechan. He’s giving you major Dua Lipa vibes right now.

“I know you’re thinking about that Dua Lipa song right now.”

You smirk. “You know me very well.”

He tilts his head. “And what else are you thinking about?”

“That you look like all I need,” you say in tune, making Haechan laugh. “And I just want to feel your skin on mine.”

“Then we should do something about that, right?” Haechan smirks back.

You’re kissing the smirk right off his lips seconds later, and this is where you decide that you just can’t get enough of him. Even if one kiss is all it takes, you’re greedy for more, and more, and more, until both your lips are swollen and you’re both gasping for air.

#haechan smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #nct smut #haechan x reader #nct imagines #haechan imagines #lee haechan smut #nct x reader #nct #nct scenarios

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neocrias · 7 months ago

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making out with NCT 127

warnings: slightly suggestive; some of the stories may be longer than others (we got a bit carried away lol sorry); MK and HC are included in the dream version

pairings: 127 and reader

gender/aus: fluff; established relationships (or not); casual fling;

other units: dream II wayv

Johnny

You were sitting next to Johnny while some of your mutual friends chatted and joked with each other, yet you couldn't focus on anything but Johnny's large hand against your thigh. Your eyes lingered on his profile, noticing the defined line of his jaw, the bridge of his nose, his eyes that were a little heavy from the alcohol, his lips… especially his lips.

Johnny realized that you were looking at him with desire, and he wanted you in the same way. When the group was dispersed enough not to pay attention whether he left or not, Johnny patted your thigh twice before getting up and leaving, giving you a look over his shoulder so that you would follow him.

You looked around, wondering if you should leave or not and, obviously, the thought of Johnny spoke louder as you went after him. Johnny was leaning against the kitchen counter when you arrived, arms crossed over his chest, staring at his sneakers, completely bored.

When he heard you come in, he lifted his face and placed his palms against the counter he was leaning on before.

— I thought you weren't coming, pretty.

You didn't answer, you just walked over, biting the inside of your cheek expectantly. Johnny adjusted his posture, closing what was left of the space between you, his head tilted back to continue looking you in the eye and he gave an arrogant smile as he towered over you.

You gently slipped your arm over his shoulders, trying to pull him down, but Johnny resisted, laughing at you. In retaliation, you began to deliver small kisses on his neck and jaw, feeling the taller man's body tense up.

He kissed you with anger and desire. You let out a grunt of satisfaction and surprise as you felt him bend down and thrust his body upwards, picking you up on his lap; instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Johnny placed you on the counter and you used your legs to pull him against you more tightly, feeling him press your body against his as his hands went down to your thighs, squeezing them and holding them open. When you broke off the kiss due to lack of air, he moved his kisses and bites down to your shoulder and neck.

— You're no good. Do you know that, right? — you asked, pulling the brown hair at the nape of his neck, making him grunt against your neck.

Johnny smiled teasingly when he noticed the small red mark he had left on your shoulder and replied mischievously:

— And neither are you.

Taeyong

You loved Taeyong with all your heart - and he loved you too. In fact, he tried hard showing you this every day, whether it was with words and declarations, or with little gifts out of season and kindnesses throughout the day. Taeyong went out of his way to assure you that you were the only person who made him feel that way, and you felt like the luckiest person in the world, which clearly fulfilled his goal.

That's why, every time he kisses you, you feel almost revered. Taeyong is delicate with his lips and a prince with his hands. Of course, he can be rougher when he needs to be, but overall, in those moments when he is overwhelmed with love for you and wants to demonstrate the purity of that feeling, you can guarantee that there will be butterflies.

And today was no different. When Tae saw you, sitting on the sofa with an empty mug in your hands first thing in the morning, intently watching whatever was on TV, he was gripped by a tightness in his heart as he realized, once again, that he loves you too much. And to express this feeling, your boyfriend walked slowly over to you and looked at you with those big, bright eyes that are your whole world. He sat down next to you and smiled, gently asking you what you were watching. Accustomed to Taeyong's sensitive side, you just answered his question and listened as he quietly murmured:

— I love you. — And although you'd heard it several times from him, it never sounded robotic or habitual. He really meant it.

Taeyong then brought one of his hands to your chin, holding it with his fingers full of sweetness. With his thumb, he slid down the side of your mouth, giving space between your lips so that he could fit his own in, enveloping you in a warm, soft kiss. You followed his rhythm, feeling your heart overflow with tenderness and wrapping your arms around Taeyong to bring him closer. One thing led to another and, well, what was supposed to be a good morning kiss ended up becoming so much more between the two of you. Wow, you really were the luckiest person in the world.

Yuta

You were lying on Yuta's bed, waiting for him to get home from practice so that you could enjoy the evening together since you hadn't seen each other for a few days. You'd already prepared the snacks and sorted out the movies you were going to “watch”, so there was nothing else you could do to occupy yourself.

Since it was past ten o'clock and he still hadn't arrived, you decided to fiddle with your cell phone until he got back. You were so distracted by the videos you were watching on your phone that you didn't notice when the bedroom door was opened by Yuta who, noticing your distraction, sneaked over to the bed and snatched the phone out of your hand, scaring you.

— What a great way to welcome your boyfriend — He implied, sitting on your hip to hold you against the soft mattress.

— It was you who took so long to get here. — You retorted. — It's your fault!

— You're right… How can I ever repay you for that, huh?

Yuta ran his index finger along the length of your jaw with a cheeky grin. When you tried to lift yourself up to kiss him, the hand that was caressing your face held your neck tightly enough to keep you where he wanted you without hurting you.

He was amused by your distress, always coming close enough for your lips to touch slightly, but without kissing you as you wanted. Yuta stayed like this, teasing you, for as long as he wanted, only when his urge to kiss you became unbearable, he used the hand that was holding your neck to pull you closer, kissing you fervently.

You didn't let it go and bit his lower lip. Yuta smiled between kisses at your boldness and increased the strength of his grip around your neck, making you sigh at the slight shortness of breath. Then, suddenly, he pulled away.

— Put the movie on, kitten, I'm just going to take a shower first. —

You blinked, stunned by the sudden change, missing the warmth of your boyfriend's body on yours. After a few seconds, you let out a breathy laugh, unable to believe it, and complained:

— I hate you!

Yuta came out of the bathroom shirtless with an arrogant smile, finding your irritation amusing.

— No, you don't — he replied, cocky as he is, and blew a kiss to you, who were now sitting down, tidying up your messy hair. — I'll be back for you in a few minutes, kitten. Don't miss me too much!

You threw a pillow in his direction, but it only hit the bathroom door, which he closed just in time. You snorted in annoyance when you heard the Japanese's loud laughter.

Doyoung

You felt trapped between the group of noisy friends in the middle of that get-together. Doyoung's hand was resting on the wall behind you, and you were sure he wanted to put it on your shoulder, but he hadn't yet gathered up the courage to do so. The boys were talking loudly and you just stood there, impatient and with your arms crossed.

The truth was that you had only gone to that stupid little party because you were sure that Doyoung would finally kiss you there. Your mutual friends had tipped you off, and confirmed several times that he was going too, only with the intention of finally fulfilling that absurd spark that burned every time you two met in public.

But so far, nothing. Doyoung didn't seem to be the shy type - he was quite talkative, even, and had flirted with you a few times - so you didn't understand why it took him so long to kiss you right away. At this point, it seemed as if he was procrastinating kissing you while chatting in the circle of friends.

After a while, Doyoung leaned over to say something just to you:

— Let's go grab some water? — He wanted to say it quietly, but everyone in the group of friends stopped to listen, curious, which made his speech sound a little louder. Everyone there knew what would happen after that, and it made you blush a little as you sent a questioning look to the taller one, “grab some water? really?”.

You nodded silently and Doyoung began to guide you out of there, towards the kitchen of the house you were in. As soon as you arrived, he pressed you down on the nearest worktop, eager for that.— I'd been trying to get you out of there all night. — He seemed to explain himself, with a playful smile on his lips.

— And the best excuse you could come up with was “to drink water”? — You let out a weak laugh and tapped him lightly on the chest, still a little embarrassed by his lack of discretion.

— It doesn't matter now. — He changed the subject, shyly. Doyoung finally leaned towards you and you could taste the lips you'd been fantasizing about all this time. Doyoung's touch was delicate, but his grip on your back was firm, and it didn't take long for the kiss to heat up.

Before you could realize, you were sitting on the kitchen table and Doyoung's hands were on your thighs. His lips were warm against yours, but suddenly they stopped.

— I… I think we should come back in a while. — He said between tired sighs. — So they don't annoy us with this.

— They can't be that bad. — You let out a giggle and try to continue the kiss, thirsty for more, but Doyoung seductively rests his long index finger on your lips, staring at them intensely before whispering “later…”.

And of course the boys were that bad. After all, when the two of you returned to the room, Doyoung was greeted with a chorus of giggles and terrible imitations of his incredible phrase: “let's get some water?” shouted by Johnny and the others.

Jaehyun

It was a tiring day at work and all you could think about was snuggling with your really handsome boyfriend. You opened the door with the extra key Jaehyun gave you when you made your relationship official, left your shoe by the door and threw your bag on the sofa, walking to the bedroom where he might be.

You were treated to a breathtaking sight. Jaehyun was sitting on the end of the bed, drying his wet hair with a towel, small droplets of water running down his neck and chest.

Jaehyun saw you standing in the doorway, eyes heavy and lips parted, shoulders heaving with panting breath. He tilted his head to the side when your eyes met, with one hand he supported the weight of his body by leaning back, then smirked and patted his own thigh.

It was as if a magnetic force pulled you straight into his lap. Not that you'd complain, you'd never turn down an invitation like that.

— Rough day? — Jaehyun asked when you sat down, one leg on either side of his hip. He circled your waist with his arms, holding you against him. You nodded, pouting at him.

— Poor thing… — he commented condescendingly.

You rested your forehead on the curve of his neck, distributing small kisses on the pristine white skin. You slowly moved up to kiss his cheek, the corner of his lips and smiled when you felt Jaehyun squeeze your waist in anticipation.

It was you who took the initiative to bring your lips together in a tender kiss - at first - but for Jaehyun it wasn't enough, he wanted more. So he took control and deepened the kiss, pressing your hips against his, and you could imagine the marks that would be left on your skin from how tightly he held you.

— Why do you have to be so hot? — You asked as you pulled away for air.

With his forehead still pressed to yours and his eyes closed, he replied: — Why do you have to be so hot?

Jungwoo

That back and forth between you and Jungwoo worried you. It was clear that you both had feelings for each other, so why the hell didn't anyone have the courage to make the first move!? It was so stupid!

And at the same time, all the intimacy and strong companionship you had developed since the beginning of your friendship so far spoke for themselves, and comforted you every time you felt unsatisfied with the stillness of your relationship. Maybe Jungwoo wouldn't confess to you or ask you to date him after all this waiting, but look! Here he is, sitting in an armchair in your living room, going through a box of childhood photos of you and smiling broadly, his eyes full of love.

— Oh my God! Look at this one! You were so adorable… — he said, pointing to the photo in his hands. You just smiled, stepping closer to stand next to him.

The approach shouldn't have surprised Jungwoo, with whom you'd already exchanged hugs and snuggles, but you still felt him gulp as he saw your legs uncovered by the shorts right at the height of his torso, bent in the armchair.

Insecure, you take a step back, wanting to give Jungwoo room to look at the photos freelly. However, you were surprised when Jungwoo's arm reaches for one of your thighs, squeezing it lightly before bringing you closer than before. You would have lost your balance if Jungwoo had been a little rougher, but the gentleness with which he guided you was incomparable, and caused a heat to rise in the pit of your stomach.

— Don't go... — he murmured sulkily when he had finally placed you, still with his hand on your thigh, until you were facing him in the armchair. Jungwoo raised his head to look at you and rested his chin on your torso, staring deeply into your eyes. A mischievous smile appeared on the face of the sweet boy you had known until then, and he interrupted himself by biting his lower lip.

When you least expected it, Jungwoo stretched out his neck, leaning closer to you - and you took the cue right away, bending towards him until your hands sought the sides of his face. Jungwoo finally initiated the kiss, circling your waist with both arms and squeezing lightly, making you let out an involuntary grunt - which he seemed to love, because he cracked a smile in the middle of your delicate kiss.

After the prolonged kiss, Jungwoo pulled away a little to look at you.

— Fucking finally. — He smiled, pleased that your first kiss had come after so much waiting.

#nct fanfic #nct x reader #nct 127 #nctzen #nct reactions #fluff #nct imagine #nct x you #nct 127 reactions #slightly suggestive

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rockstarhaechan · 1 year ago

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i BEG of thee

taeyong hcs? smutty, fluffy

i do not care i just LOVE the way you write 🥹💚

smutty/fluffy taeyong headcanons

pairing: lee taeyong x fem!reader

warnings: smut (minors dni), cum eating, face riding, studio sex, fluff, taeyong being absolutely whipped, pet names, ass slapping, tit play, fingering, degrading

note: thank you so much love, i hope you like these <3

oh how taeyong loved you, he would steal the world for you to be happy.

the way you ride his face until you’re dripping cum and how he loves to kitty lick your pussy til you’re a moaning mess.

he loves holding doors open for you as he playfully slaps your ass whenever you pass through the door.

“doll do you think you could wear the red lingerie later on?” he winks at you while plopping a cherry in his mouth.

taeyong likes playing with your tits, holding both with his hands, twisting the nipples slightly with his thumb and index finger.

he knows how to use his fingers on you, hitting your g spot each time, fingers pumping in and out of your cunt.

“you like that you little slut don’t ya?” he grabbed a chunk of your hair pulling on it while fucking you from behind in the studio.

how he loves your moans, he could record them and listen to them all the time.

taking you out on dates, showing you off to everyone.

he treats you like a princess, completely worshipping you.

when he started to fall in love with you, he wasn’t sure at first how to react but as soon as he got more comfortable with the fact that he loves you the more he got clingy with you.

a lot of kisses and cuddles is what you get for him, sharing a blanket and sharing each others comfort food.

back hugs, oh how you love them but taeyong as well.

“you look gorgeous today doll” he kissed your cheek while his hand rested on your back.

he liked talking about marriage, liked seeing your eyes light up whenever you looked at dresses in the shopping mall.

taeyong takes you on vacation a lot, sometimes in korea but also abroad.

“i’ll love you till the day i die” he promised you, and definitely kept that promise, cause he will never love someone like he loves you.

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rik0shii · 23 days ago

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Can you write walk era nct 127, as that cool bf hcs? Like they are those effortlessly cool bfs but also sweet? Pleasee (* >ω<)

NCT127 HEADCANONS

here!!<3 reposts and comments are appreciated

Taeyong

• Effortlessly cool in every way—his style is always on point, and he carries an aura of confidence without even trying. You can always catch him rocking some sleek outfits, with crazy hair and a subtle smile.

• When it’s just the two of you, though, he’s all about showing you his soft side. He loves to run his fingers through your hair or hold your hand in quiet moments, like when you’re walking down the street or on a late-night drive.

• Loves staring at you when you’re not looking, just soaking in how beautiful you are. It’s subtle, but when you catch him, he’ll smile softly and say, “You’re perfect.”

• He’ll never hesitate to tell you “I’m here for you, no matter what.” He’s protective in the most caring way and always looks out for your well-being.

Jaehyun

• Charming and cool, Jaehyun can turn heads effortlessly with his smile and smooth moves, and he always has that cool aura—sunglasses, denim jackets, you name it.

• He is smooth but genuinely sweet with you. He loves to surprise you with little compliments like telling you how great you look, even when you think you’re just casually hanging out.

• Loves holding your hand in public, and he always makes sure you’re close. His favorite thing is to casually whisper something sweet in your ear when you’re out, making you blush.

• “I’m lucky to have you” is something he often says, but always with sincerity. He’ll get quiet in the soft moments, staring at you with nothing but love in his eyes.

Johnny

• Johnny is the definition of laid-back cool—he’s tall, he’s got that effortless style, and he owns every moment he’s in. His confidence makes him magnetic, but his soft spot for you is unmatched.

• When he’s with you, he’s the ultimate sweet boyfriend. He loves to spoil you with little gestures like bringing you your favorite snack when you least expect it or surprising you with random sweet texts.

• He’ll hold your hand or hug you tight just because he wants to be close. He’s tactile, always making sure you’re comfortable and reassured.

• “Everything is better with you around,” he’ll say, and it always feels so genuine when he does. He’ll also randomly say “You’re amazing, you know that?” to remind you how much he cares.

Doyoung

• Doyoung carries himself with a natural coolness, looking sleek and stylish without ever being over-the-top. His fashion is clean, and his demeanor is always poised, but when it’s just the two of you, he’s so much more than that.

• He’s gentle, always checking in on you to see if you’re okay, especially when you seem down. Doyoung is the listening ear when you need someone to talk to, and he’ll do small things like fixing your hair or giving you a soft back rub when you’re stressed.

• “I’ll take care of you,” is something he says when you’re feeling overwhelmed, and he means it deeply. He loves making sure you feel safe and appreciated.

• In private, he loves quiet cuddles, where he’ll softly hold you and just let you rest in his arms. He’s always the first to tell you how much he appreciates you.

Yuta

• Yuta is the cool, carefree rockstar. He has that bad-boy style down to an art—leather jackets, messy hair, and an attitude that screams confidence.

• But when he’s with you, he’s incredibly playful and teasing, always calling you cute nicknames or making you laugh with his spontaneous humor.

• Loves to surprise you with spontaneous kisses, playful nudges, or showing up with something you’ve been wanting for a while. He’s always thinking of ways to make you smile.

• When he looks at you, you can tell he’s soft underneath all that rockstar coolness. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he’ll say, often without any hesitation.

Mark

• Mark’s naturally cool—he has that effortless chill vibe and a style that is simple but looks perfect on him. He can walk into any room and still feel like the center of attention, but he doesn’t care about that.

• Mark’s sweetness comes in the form of little gestures. He loves to hold your hand in public, and he always finds ways to subtly let you know you’re on his mind, whether that’s through a text or bringing you something small you like.

• “I’m really glad I have you in my life,” he’ll say, sometimes quietly, when you’re alone together. He’ll also randomly tell you “You look so good today” with that shy smile of his.

• Mark is super affectionate when it’s just the two of you—expect a lot of hugs and snuggles during movie nights or late-night talks.

Haechan

• Haechan is the mischievous, cool one who knows how to keep things light-hearted. He has that fun-loving energy that makes everything he does seem like a good time, and he’s always on the move with his effortless style.

• He’s constantly teasing you in the most playful ways, but it always comes with a wink or a cheeky grin that lets you know it’s all in good fun.

• When he’s with you, though, he’s incredibly sweet. He loves randomly pulling you into hugs, kissing your cheek, and just making you laugh.

• “You know you’re my favorite person, right?” he’ll say when you least expect it. He might act like a goofball, but underneath it all, he’s obsessed with you.

Jungwoo

• Jungwoo has that warm coolness about him—he’s approachable, relaxed, and always making everyone around him feel at ease. His style is simple but sleek, and his confidence comes naturally.

• When you’re around, he’s all about making you feel comfortable. He loves holding you close, whether it’s just casually resting your head on his shoulder or cuddling while watching a movie.

• Jungwoo’s love language is all about subtle but heartfelt gestures—randomly calling you to check in, leaving little notes for you, or saying sweet things like, “You always brighten my day.”

• When you’re together, he’s the one who makes sure you feel secure and loved, and when he looks at you, you can tell that he’s completely infatuated with you.

There you have it! All of NCT 127 members, cool and effortlessly amazing on the outside, but incredibly sweet, caring, and loving on the inside when it comes to their significant other. (* >ω<)

#nct johnny #nct 127 #nct x reader #nct 127 x reader #nct mark #nct taeyong #nct jungwoo #nct jaehyun #nct yuta #nct doyoung #nct haechan #bg kpop #nct 127 headcanons #nct headcanons #riikoshi

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sunshyni · 3 months ago

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oooi sun, como vai? ☀️

tava pensando aqui… será que eu posso pedir um hc dos 127 reagindo a reader tirando a blusa na frente deles?

i'm tryna make you wifey...

notinha da Sun - você pode pedir qualquer coisa, Anon 🙏 Eu tava escutando “Juliette!” do ph-1 e tive ideia pra essa, tem todo um contexto perai, wait ✋

o cenário para todo mundo é o mesmo - eles estão em uma viagem entre amigos e haverá uma festinha para comemorar o aniversário de um dos integrantes. A festa é temática, e coincidentemente, em um sorteio que fizeram, vocês ficaram com as fantasias de Romeu e Julieta.

obs - vai ter pt.2 com o restante dos membros 🙏

Taeyong

Você tomou um susto ao olhar para o espelho de corpo inteiro do quarto e dar de cara com Taeyong e seus grandes olhos te espionando. Até uns cinco minutos atrás, ele parecia estar em um sono profundo, daqueles em que sonhamos com unicórnios e tudo mais. Mas, no momento, ele abraçava uma almofada, encantado por você.

— Você tem uma pintinha fofa nas costas, não tinha percebido — ele disse.

Você sorriu enquanto se cobria com a camiseta que acabara de tirar, as bochechas vermelhas, meio envergonhada. Nunca tinha ficado tão sozinha com Taeyong antes, mas seus amigos insistiram que vocês dois deveriam compartilhar o mesmo quarto enquanto os demais dividiam outro cômodo, a sala e a cozinha do aconchegante Airbnb que alugaram.

— Vem aqui, quero conhecer ela.

— Deita aí — ele pediu, e você obedeceu, deitando-se de bruços na cama em que ele estava. Ele traçou sua pele com a palma da mão, sentindo a maciez e a textura. Inclinou-se um pouco para beijar a pintinha em questão, afastou seus cabelos propositalmente cacheados, devido à sua personagem Julieta, e beijou gentilmente sua nuca.

— Você é tão cheirosinha, Julieta.

Johnny

— John, eu tô presa! Minha camiseta enroscou na presilha, sei lá — você disse, mentindo, obviamente. Havia comprado uma lingerie nova na semana anterior, esperando que seu namorado pudesse apreciá-la durante aquele passeio com os amigos. Johnny quebrou o combinado de vocês de ficarem de costas um para o outro enquanto se trocavam e te ajudou a desenroscar o cabelo da camiseta que você mesma embolou.

— Pronto, senhorita — ele disse, mas não conseguiu tirar os olhos dos seus seios cobertos pelo delicado sutiã rendado. Você até ajeitou a postura para inflar o peito e se exibir para ele. Era a visão perfeita: Johnny com uma camisa social que, por algum motivo, tinha mangas ao estilo pirata, apenas de cueca boxer e com o cabelo bagunçado. Ele quase babava como se estivesse diante do Fantasy Bra da Victoria's Secret.

— Porra, desculpa. Não consigo parar de olhar.

— Que bom, são seus mesmo — você respondeu com um sorriso, acompanhando o olhar dele.

— Posso tocar? Tô me sentindo um garotinho do ensino fundamental.

Você gargalhou, levando uma das mãos dele ao seu seio. Johnny ficou boquiaberto, e você sentiu vontade de se trancar naquele quarto com ele pelo resto da noite.

— Ah, Julieta, você não vai sair desse quarto tão cedo.

Haechan

— Eu não vou esperar uma hora pra entrar naquele banheiro. Se vira aí que eu vou me trocar — você disse para o seu ficante/quase namorado (você nem sabia direito o que vocês eram).

Haechan bufou, revirou os olhos, mas se virou. Meio incerta, você começou a levantar a camiseta, mas parou no mesmo instante para conferir se ele estava espiando. Haechan virou no mesmo momento.

— Ai, para. Eu já te vi de biquíni, qual a diferença? — ele perguntou.

Você suspirou, tentando esconder um sorriso. Ele percebeu, também sorriu e se levantou, parando diante de você.

— Posso te ajudar?

— A tirar uma camiseta? — você perguntou, e ele assentiu.

— Sim. É uma coisa difícil de fazer. Você pode se enrolar no tecido e ficar sufocada. Só tô prevenindo um desastre.

Ele inventou, e você sorriu de verdade dessa vez, deixando um beijinho casto nos lábios dele.

— Nesse caso, acho que vou ter que tirar o sutiã também, né?

Os olhos de Haechan brilharam, e ele imediatamente assentiu.

— Certamente, Julieta.

Jaehyun

— Ai meu Deus, desculpa! Eu achei que o banheiro estivesse vazio — Jaehyun disse, fechando os olhos.

Mas ele não havia fechado a porta do banheiro ainda. Você riu, puxou-o para dentro do cômodo, e ele finalmente fechou a porta atrás de si.

— Obrigada. Eu realmente não tava a fim de pagar peitinho — você comentou.

Ele abriu os olhos, tentando se concentrar no seu rosto, mas nunca havia visto seus seios de perto, sem sutiã cobrindo-os, então a tarefa se tornava impossível.

— Tá pagando pra mim.

— Você é meu namorado, Jaehyun — você respondeu com um sorriso, de repente consciente da exposição e escondendo o busto com os braços.

Jaehyun fez beicinho, se aproximou e beijou sua testa gentilmente.

— Não esconde, não. Eu quero ver.

Sussurrando, ele se aproximou ainda mais. Você o deixava sem ar, sem palavras, apenas com pensamentos voltados para você.

Ele afastou seus cabelos com delicadeza, beijou seu pescoço, sua clavícula e deixou um beijo tímido em um dos mamilos, o que te fez sentir cócegas. Ele sorriu, tão vermelho quanto você.

— Acho que a gente vai se atrasar um pouquinho, Julieta.

#sun favs #sun asks #nct pt br #nct fanfic #imagine nct #nct headcanons

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yunoclips · 2 years ago

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I noticed in your sub!jae hc you said that jae would probably be embarrassed by squirting clear liquid when he’s pegged, do you have any hcs on members who would like it? lovely work as always 💖💖

Hey anon!! There are acc a few members that I think would love it. Nd of course thank you for the kind words and support <3

Taeyong

He actually loves it. You were fucking into him so roughly one day. The pleasure building up in his stomach was so intense that it started to become painful. He had never experienced anything like this before , he thought he was gonna pee so he tried to warn you. Knowing what was about to happen you had just cooed at him and told him to let it go. It didn't help that his cock was also caged. When he finally released , he was in shock. White spots started to blur his vision. His head was pounding and he couldn't breathe. His moaning turned into quite little squeaks every time you thrusted in. Taeyong loves to be one with his femininity when he's with you. So seeing himself squirt made him feel extra special. Not to mention the fact that you were in his ear whispering things like "Look at you, my pretty yongie squirting all over himself like a girl." He swore his soul left his body when you said that.

Haechan

Another one that gets joy from it. He had pissed you off that day and needed to be taught a lesson in obedience. You were fucking into him from the back , landing rough spanks to his ass. You had grabbed both of his arms and pulled them back , using them as leverage. He couldn't jerk himself off , which of course left him upset until he felt you hit his prostate head on. His head was stuffed in the pillow but the second you nailed his spot , he let out a painful mewl. You continued your attack on his prostate , milking orgasm after orgasm out of him. It honestly felt so good that it started to hurt , after time went on the pleasure building up so deliciously that one final thrust sent him into a land of unconscious. He had screamed so loud into the pillow that you were scared that he was actually hurt , until you felt liquid on your knee. You looked down underneath him and the bed had a huge wet spot. Haechan was completely boneless and fucked out.

Renjun

He had been riding you for what felt like ages. His body had gone on autopilot. His mind was blank and his thighs were in pain , shaking on either side of you. The penetration was hitting his prostate so deliciously , he couldn't get his self to stop. He was crying in frustration. Trying his best to give himself a mind blowing orgasm, you watched in amusement before you decided to give in. You grabbed his hips and started to thrust up into him with vigor. He immediately collapsed onto you. Face falling onto your neck , feeling his warm tears rub off on your skin. Pained moans exited his mouth. You kept hitting his prostate with such precision. Before you knew it , you could feel clear liquid squirt on your stomach. Renjun was now fully sobbing clutching onto your shoulders , shaking like a leaf. Ever since that day he yearned for that feeling constantly.

Mark

He's someone who wouldn't think about it but when it finally happens , would be in complete bliss. It had been one of those days where Mark was extra extra stressed. When he came home he had pleaded for you to fuck him until he couldn't think anymore. And of course you gave him what he wanted. He had been laid flat on his stomach , body relaxed. Taking in all the pleasure he was receiving. You fucked him for so long that he started shooting blanks. He was cross eyed , drooling into the pillow trying his hardest to grip the sheets. He was babbling incoherently into the pillow , a mix of Korean and English none of it making sense. You continued your movements until you had noticed that he had completely stopped making sounds but his mouth was agape. His eyes were rolled into the back of his head. His entire body had became numb. You were concerned for a second before you started to see wetness spread underneath him. From that day forward , he would always look forward to that kind of experience anytime he was stressed.

Jaemin

It had been a normal day. You two were having sex just like you always would. His legs were pinned against his chest while you gave him hard and slow strokes. Nailing his prostate every time you would pull out to the point where the tip was the only thing left in him, only to thrust back in completely sheathing yourself in his warm and wet hole. He was gripping your arms alarmingly tight. His thighs started to quicker on either side of you. A wanton of throaty moans leaving his chest. His eyes started to slip before trying to refocus them. His ears started to ring. His eyes crossed and a dopey smile was painted across his face. In the next second he felt warm liquid squirt over his abs and drip down to his chest. He felt exhilarated

#dom!reader #nct smut #sub!nct #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #answered #yunoclips answers #mark smut #taeyong smut #jaemin smut #renjun smut #haechan smut #sub!mark #sub!taeyong #sub!jaemin #sub!haechan #sub!renjun

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xomakara · 1 year ago

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Come On Over

SUMMARY | Haechan doesn’t want to be seen as a cute, little baby boy to you so he asks Johnny for help to seduce you. PAIRING | Johnny x Reader x Haechan RATING | Mature GENRE | smut with little plot, CONTENT/WARNINGS | age gap (5 years between reader & HC), threesome, profanity/strong language, filthy dirty thoughts, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), dirty talk, praise kink, pet names, vaginal penetration, anal penetration, fingering LENGTH | 5,291 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | So yeah, here’s another Johnny (and Haechan) one. It’s obvious who my bias and who my bias wreckers are hahaha.

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“Y/N, come here!”

You turned away from Taeyong to look at Johnny. You were surprised to see him smiling with all his teeth and eagerly waving you over. You took one more look back at Taeyong who was still staring up at you. You shrugged and made your way to the tall man.

“What do you want, Suh?” You crossed your arms over your chest. “If you’re planning on playing another trick on me with the kids then I won’t be able to stop myself from punching you in the face.”

“Why are you always so mean to me?” Johnny asked before chuckling. “What has this gorgeous man done to you that he gets treated like this?”

You rolled your eyes, a smile on your lips. “Nothing but try to get under my skin every time we see each other.”

“He does.” He leaned against the wall of the waiting room where you stood. His hand reached out for yours, intertwining his fingers with yours as he brought them together. “But he must’ve did something right if he got someone as amazing as you.”

“I swear Johnny, you’re making it harder for me to hate you.” You lightly punched his shoulder. “But seriously, what do you want?”

“Well,” He ran a hand through his hair, not meeting your eyes. “I just wanted to tell you that you looked beautiful today.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. How in the world did you look beautiful right now wearing baggy jeans, a hoodie and your hair in a tangled mess of a bun? “Do you need to get your eyes checked or something? This has to be a joke right? Which kid are you playing tricks with? Jaemin? Chenle? Haechan?”

“Y/N, you always look pretty in my eyes no matter what you wear.” Johnny stepped closer, his warm breath tickling your ear. “I know I don’t have to say this, but you’re the most beautiful woman in the entire universe and there isn’t anything anyone can ever do to change that.”

He stopped moving away from you as he gazed down into your eyes. You could feel your body reacting to his presence. You then grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him towards you. “Okay, what are you and Haechan planning?”

“Awhhh…” Haechan frowned as he made his way to you. He enveloped you in a hug, looking down at you. “I was waiting for you to kiss each other.”

“You’re such a weirdo.” You pinched his arm. “Seriously though, what’s going on for Papa Bear and Baby Bear to bother me?”

Haechan smiled sheepishly. “Johnny-hyung was teaching me some new skills.”

“What new skills? Flirting?” You looked up at Johnny as he snaked his arms around your waist. Johnny nodded his head and you looked back at Haechan. “Haechan-ah, you don’t need to learn how to flirt with girls. Your personality is enough to make anyone fall for you. Have you seen the stylists and other female staff members swooning over you? I bet they all have a crush on you.”

“But what about you noona?” Haechan asked as he joined in on the hug. “Don’t you think that I’m hot too?”

You cooed at him. “Haechannie, you’re just my little baby bear. But, I might consider changing my mind when you’re older and mature.”

“No fair.” Haechan pouted as he dropped his arms to his sides. “Now I’m feeling sad.”

“That’s what you get for trying to pull off those puppy dog eyes.” Johnny laughed.

You slapped Johnny’s arm. “Stop trying to teach Haechan bad things.”

“Can’t help it.” Johnny muttered as he lowered his lips to yours. You felt butterflies erupt inside of you. This man had such an effect on you. You hadn’t been kissed by anyone in a long time since everyone on the staff was either married or dating someone else.

You never imagined dating an idol. You were just hired to be a manager and nothing more than that. But, you couldn’t deny how attracted you were to Johnny. It wasn’t just because of his good looks. There was just something different about him that made you melt inside. He intrigued you and it was driving you crazy.

It took all of your strength not to wrap your arms around his neck and run your hands through his messy hair. After a few seconds, he broke apart from you, grinning.

“How are you going to kiss and make me feel more sad?” Haechan grumbled.

“Awhhh, my poor Haechannie.” You held out your hand. “Come here, let me give you a big hug.”

“How did hyung ever manage to get you?” Haechan muttered as he stepped into your arms.

“Is my Haechannie jealous?” You chuckled as you hugged him tighter.

“Maybe…” He whispered into your hair.

You let out a laugh giving him a quick squeeze before letting him go. You looked at both Johnny and Haechan. “Go and get ready, you two. You’re about to perform soon and I don’t need the stylists to hunt me down.”

“Yes, ma’am.” They both saluted you as they walked towards their dressing rooms. You smiled softly to yourself as you watched them walk away. Ever since becoming NCT’s manager, you learned to appreciate every moment that you spend with them. No matter how stressful things got, you knew deep down that these boys meant the world to you.

You plopped onto one of the couches next to one of the stylists and laid your head on her shoulder. “I’m so tired, eonni.”

“Me too.” Eunjung sighed as she wrapped her arm around your shoulders. “I really need a vacation. I’m so stressed out lately. Everything is getting overwhelming and I’m afraid I’m going to explode.”

You sat up as you rubbed your forehead. “You shouldn’t be working so hard, eonni. We should just take a week or two off from work and just relax.”

She laughed. “You think the guys will last without you for a week?”

“They can go and bother Taeyong.” You said. “He did say those are his children.”

“Even so,” she sighed. “I’m sure two of your boys will miss you.”

“Oh, hush.” You laughed. “I doubt it. Johnny, I can understand missing me but Haechan?”

“What do you expect? He’s always hanging around Johnny. Haechan is like a son to him.”

“You make it sound like Haechan is my son.” You laughed.

“I know he acts like one sometimes.” Eunjung winked. “And you do treat him like one. We all know you love him.”

“Fine, I’ll admit it. I loveeeee Haechan.” You cackled. “I think he has a little crush on me so he’s always hanging around Johnny.”

“He probably does.” She smiled. “Are you going to be able to deal with the stress once their album drops?”

“Hopefully I’ll have a couple of weeks off after that. That would be nice. Just spending time with the boys doing whatever they want to do. Maybe going somewhere exotic.”

“Hmm, maybe.” She hummed. “Wouldn’t that be nice?”

You shook your head as you lay your head back onto her shoulder. “Let’s hope that I have the chance to do that.”

“Of course you do.” Eunjung smiled. “Now, how much longer until they start?”

“Not too long.” You muttered. “A couple minutes at most.”

After their successful stage and returning to the waiting room, Haechan trailed behind Johnny. “Hyung, please? Can’t you help me?”

Johnny ran his fingers through his hair. “You heard what Y/N said. You don’t need any help flirting with the girls. They all love you.”

“But…” Haechan scrunched his nose as he crossed his arms. “I wanted Y/N-noona to like me.”

“She does like you, Haechan.” Johnny smiled.

“She treats me like her child.” Haechan frowned. “I want noona to see me as a man.”

“She sees you as her baby boy.” Johnny countered.

“No!” Haechan yelled as he threw his arms out. “I am not a baby anymore! I want her to see me as an adult and love me for who I am.”

“You know you have to fight Johnny for her attention, Haechan.” Mark hollered as he leaned against the door frame. The other guys let out chuckles.

“It’s not fair!” Haechan complained. “Please, can’t one of you show me some support?”

“Is my Haechannie complaining again?” You walked into the room, Johnny enveloping you in a hug and kissing your forehead. “Want Mama Bear to make you feel better?”

Haechan pouted as he sank to the floor. “No.”

“Why?” Johnny grinned as he pressed his chest against your back.

“Because if I’m feeling sad, I’d rather not have you rubbing it in.” Haechan grumbled.

“Johnny stop being mean to Haechan.” You placed your hands on his cheeks, and playfully pinched them. “Besides, Haechan doesn’t need any encouragement to flatter girls. He has no problem seducing them.”

“She’s right!” One of the stylists yelled out, laughter erupting throughout the room.

“I wouldn’t say seduce, noona.” Haechan shrugged. “Most of the girls just wanted me to pay them compliments.”

“Well, there is a difference between flattery and seduction.” Johnny stated as he ruffled Haechan’s hair. “It’s okay to be a little forward, Haechan.”

“So, that’s what I need to do then?” Haechan narrowed his eyes.

“Sure.” You smiled. “Just make sure you are not crossing any lines.”

“I won’t.” Haechan vowed. “I promise.”

The rest of the day flew by pretty quickly. Before you knew it, it was already time to go home. Your stomach growled loudly causing the others to look at you curiously.

“Are you hungry, babe?" Johnny asked as he nuzzled his face against your neck.

"Yes, actually." You sighed as you wrapped your arms around his waist. "I haven't eaten anything today."

"Then why don't we go grab dinner?" He suggested. He looked at the rest of his members. "Anyone else hungry?"

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go eat!" Yuta nodded enthusiastically. "We've been rehearsing for hours. Our bodies are dying."

"Please feed us, noona!" Jungwoo whined. "You're killing us!"

"Says the guy who eats twelve slices of pizza at a time." Taeyong mumbled under his breath.

"Let's just order a lot of food so that the guys don't complain." Johnny smirked.

You giggled as you pulled away from him. "Sounds like a plan."

The boys piled into the van and headed towards the nearest restaurant. A while later, you were sitting in a booth enjoying the company of your guys. You listened as Doyoung recalled an event from last week, Yuta and Taeyong argued over who ate the most ice cream earlier that day and Mark pretended to choke on his water when Jungwoo tried to bribe him to switch seats with him. Jaehyun and Johnny were in deep conversation about a drama they watched and Haechan was giving you weird looks but you pretended not to notice them.

When the company assigned you to be NCT's manager, you dreaded having to keep an eye on so many members. But now that you had gotten used to it, you didn't mind watching over them as much. Although they could be rowdy sometimes, they were all very kind hearted people. You often get headaches with Dream but what did you expect? All the idols were crazy.

When you and Johnny started dating, everyone made a huge fuss over it. To be honest, you weren't surprised. Everyone loved Johnny, majorly his fans, of course. Not only was he extremely talented but he also possessed a beautiful soul. Most of the members thought of him as their big brother because he was the second eldest out of the whole group. Haechan thought of him as a second father figure.

You had grown close to most of the boys over the years and even though you were not romantically involved with any of them, you felt like family to them. As manager, it was your job to protect them and ensure they stay safe. And that is exactly what you were going to do. However, there were times where it was tough to keep a straight face especially when they argued about trivial things such as who would get to sit beside you during mealtime. Or when they teased each other mercilessly. Those moments made you smile and laugh a lot.

After dropping off the boys at their dorms, you drove back to your house. You pulled into your driveway and parked your car. Leaning your head back, you stared at the night sky before turning off the engine. You grabbed your bag and locked your car doors. Walking towards your front door, you sighed as you slid your key into the lock.

As soon as you opened the door, you stepped inside the dimly lit house. It was empty since no one lived here except for you. After putting your bags down, you went into the kitchen and made yourself a cup of tea. Looking out the window, you couldn't help but wonder if Johnny was still awake. He had said he would call you but he hadn't called yet. As if on cue, your phone started vibrating and you checked the caller ID and saw Johnny's name flash across the screen. Without hesitation, you answered the phone.

"Hey, Johnny."

"Did you get home safely? Are you getting ready for bed?" Johnny asked.

"Yup. I'm home. What are you up to?" You sat down at the table as you sipped your hot tea.

"Haechan wanted to stay up and play games." Johnny chuckled. "But I convinced him to go to sleep instead."

"Look at you taking care of him. How cute." You smiled.

"That kid is really growing on me." Johnny agreed. "But I still can't forget what he said to me earlier."

"What did he say?" You asked curiously.

"He said he wants you to see him as a man and not as her baby boy." Johnny replied, letting out an amused laugh.

"I think he has a major crush on me, Johnny." You laughed. "Which I find adorable."

"Don't encourage him, Y/N." Johnny chuckled. "If you tease him, he'll end up coming onto you more."

"And is that a bad thing, babe?" You asked. "Are you jealous of Haechannie?"

"Jealous? Of course not!" Johnny scoffed. "However, I can understand how frustrating it must be for him."

"Me too." You admitted. "I know I should treat him like an adult since he is one but he's just so cute! But when I see you two together, you just give me father and son vibes. I can't help but to squeal."

"Am I too old for you?" Johnny joked.

"Definitely not!" You shook your head. "In fact, the older you get, the hotter you become."

"Oh, great." Johnny groaned. "More pressure."

"You're welcome, babe." You laughed.

"I miss you." Johnny admitted.

"I miss you too." You replied back. "Can't wait until tomorrow when we can spend more time together."

"Same here." Johnny paused. "You remember what you told me earlier? About Haechan?"

"Of course." You confirmed.

"Good." Johnny took a deep breath. "So, about that…"

Your heart skipped a beat as you prepared yourself for whatever he was about to tell you. "About what?"

"Are you free tomorrow?" Johnny asked softly.

"Since you guys don't have any schedules... Yeah." You replied.

"Good. Then can you come swing by the dorms? The others will be out tomorrow." Johnny requested. "There's something important I'd like to discuss with you."

"Okay." You agreed. "Anything for you."

"Good. Thanks, Y/N." Johnny smiled. "See you tomorrow."

"Bye, Johnny." You hung up the phone and threw it on the table next to you. "I wonder what he wants to talk about..."

"Oh god..." You moaned out as you bit your bottom lip. You looked down at the mop of hair that was between your legs.

"Baby, you like that?" Johnny whispered into your ear, his hands wrapped around your body. "You like having Haechan eating you out?"

"Mmm... Yes." You whimpered.

"Tell him how much you want him to lick you out, baby." Johnny urged.

You moaned louder, your hips moving faster as you rocked against his tongue. "Haechan, please... Please..."

"Shhh..." Johnny soothed. "Keep going."

You continued moaning as you grinded against Haechan's mouth.

How in the world did you end up in this situation?

You came to the dorms just as Johnny asked only to find that all the guys were gone for the weekend apart from Johnny and Haechan. Apparently, the other members were staying at an event that lasted all weekend. Johnny and Haechan had other schedules to attend so they were the only ones left behind. But, according to Johnny, he invited you over to discuss something important regarding his youngest member. When you arrived at the dorm, you'd never expected to be leaning against Johnny's hard chest and Haechan on his knees between your legs pleasuring you. You knew that Johnny and Haechan were close friends but this was definitely beyond your expectations. But right now, you weren't thinking about those details. You were focused on what was happening right in front of you.

"Fuck, Haechan," You gasped out as you pressed your thighs tighter around Haechan's head. "Fuck, that feels good..."

"Like this?" Haechan hummed against your pussy.

"Uh huh... Like that..." You replied breathlessly.

"Baby, you look so hot squirming in pleasure as Haechan tastes you." Johnny said as he kissed your shoulder.

"Johnny..." You whimpered. "It feels so good... It's driving me insane..."

"Such a dirty girl, aren't you, babe?" Johnny murmured against your ear. "Haechan's not your precious baby boy no more, is he? Is he?"

"No!" You exclaimed, thighs tightening further around Haechan's head.

"Good." Johnny breathed out. "He likes to lick your delicious pussy, doesn't he? Don't you love licking her, Haechan? Licking that sweet little pussy of hers?"

"Mmm... Mmmm..." Haechan hummed as he slowly moved his head. "She's so delicious..."

"Ahhhh..." You moaned loudly. "Harder... Faster... Lick my clit..."

"Johnny," Haechan whimpered, "Her pussy... It's dripping wet. So fucking wet..."

"Yes..." Johnny groaned, squeezing your breasts harder. "Take every inch of her pussy in your mouth, Haechan. Use your fingers, your tongue, everything."

Haechan's face remained buried in your pussy as he continued to eat you out. His tongue moved back and forth, teasing you with its movements. Your toes curled up as you tightened your thighs even more around Haechan's head. You arched your back and let out a loud moan as Haechan slipped a finger inside of you. A whimper escaped your lips as you leaned your head back on Johnny's chest, eyes shut tightly.

"Jesus fuck," Johnny growled. "My poor baby girl."

You snapped your eyes open to find that Johnny was already starting to pull his shirt over his head. You grinned as you watched him throw his clothes away. You snaked a hand behind his head to pull him down for a kiss. The moment your lips met, your body trembled in anticipation. Johnny ran his fingers through your hair, stroking your neck and jawline. His lips gently grazed yours as his tongue flicked at your bottom lip. You parted your lips slightly and felt his tongue slide against yours. His tongue traced along the seam of your mouth before sliding inside, tracing the outline of your teeth. His lips sealed around your tongue as he gently sucked on it.

You let out a moan as Haechan slipped another finger inside of you. He alternated his fingers, teasing you with his long strokes. His fingers slid inside of you easily as your wetness coated his digits. Your breathing became heavier and heavier as you grew more and more turned on. With every stroke of Haechan's tongue, every movement of his fingers, your arousal grew stronger and stronger. You could feel yourself start to tremble, becoming weak in the knees as Haechan licked your slit. His fingers started making circles around your clitoris while his tongue slipped back and forth across your slit. You bucked your hips against his fingers as your orgasm grew closer and closer. The tip of Haechan's nose rubbed against your opening as his fingers quickly increased their pace.

Suddenly, you screamed as you climaxed, the walls of your pussy contracting wildly around his fingers. Waves of pleasure washed over you as your orgasm exploded within you. You closed your eyes tightly as you trembled uncontrollably.

"Holy shit," Haechan moaned.

"Oh my god," You whimpered as your eyes flew open again. "Haechan, I can't take it anymore."

"Good." Haechan smirked. "That means I did a good job. Right, hyung?"

Johnny let out a laugh. "You did good, Haechan. But I think Y/N needs more. Can you give her more?"

Haechan nodded, standing up momentarily to discard his clothes. He then helped Johnny with discarding your clothes as well. Once you were completely nude, Johnny positioned you so that you were straddling his lap, your breasts pressed against his naked chest. He grabbed your ass firmly and held you there as he pushed his cock deep inside of you.

You cried out in pleasure as you sank down onto his length. You couldn't help but smile widely at the sensation of being full after having been stretched out by Haechan's fingers.

"Oh my god..." You panted out as you tightened your grip on Johnny's arms.

"You like it when I fill you up, baby?" Johnny purred into your ear. "Do you like feeling me deep inside of you?"

"Oh god..." You moaned out. "You feel so good inside of me."

"Haechan did such a good job with your tight little cunt, didn't he?" Johnny teased as he thrust upwards. "It fits so nice and snugly inside of you. Just like a glove."

"Mmmmm..." You sighed happily. "I'm glad I decided to visit. My pussy really needed to be filled."

"Haechan feels left out. Don't you think he should get some attention too?" Johnny murmured. "What do you say, Haechan? What do you want to do? Fuck her in the ass?"

"Noona?" Haechan asked you softly. "Do you want me to fuck you in the ass? Hyung has given permission, hasn't he?"

You've had anal with Johnny before, so it wasn't anything new. And, besides, Haechan seemed eager to try it. You'd be lying if you said you didn't want to watch Haechan fuck you in the ass. "Yes, Haechan. Please. Fuck me in the ass."

A huge grin spread across Haechan's face as he swiftly moved forward, pushing his cock between your cheeks. You shuddered at the contact of his skin against yours. Johnny stopped thrusting up into you momentarily so that Haechan could push himself fully inside of you. As Haechan sank deeper and deeper inside of you, you gasped out as he pushed into your rectum. "Oh my god," You cried out. "It feels so good..."

The three of you stayed like that for several moments before both of them began slowly pumping in and out of you. You held onto Johnny's arm as Haechan pushed his cock in and out of your anus.

"Y/N, baby..." Johnny whispered into your ear. "Look at us."

Your eyes shot open to find that Haechan and Johnny were looking directly at you. Their eyes were glazed with lust as they stared at you intently. There was no way you were going to ignore them as they pleasured you. They wanted you to watch them, to watch their faces as they fucked you. So you forced yourself to meet their gaze as you rode their cocks, letting their hardness plunge inside of you.

Both of them made sure that you saw their entire bodies. Each time Haechan thrust inside of you, he would make eye contact with you as his hips pounded against your ass. Every time Johnny rammed his cock inside of you, he also made sure to look at you. He smiled smugly each time his cock went deep inside of you. Even when you couldn't see their faces because of the angle of your bodies, you could still hear their voices.

"Noona, look at me. Look at my face as I fuck you," Haechan instructed.

"Mmhm," You hummed in reply.

"Watch me pound you into oblivion, Y/N," Johnny breathed. "See how much you turn me on? See how hot it makes me to see you bouncing on my dick?"

With every word that came out of their mouths, your arousal grew stronger and stronger. You wanted nothing more than to please these two men. In fact, you couldn't wait until you were able to finally cum. You gripped their cocks as hard as you could as they alternately thrust in and out of your ass and pussy. You took turns kissing the both of them, allowing your lips to linger against theirs. You couldn't stop thinking about how amazing it felt to have their cocks filling you up, satisfying your urges as you rode their cocks. The sensation of having their cocks go deep inside of you as they moved back and forth against your body was absolutely intoxicating. You could feel your nipples hardening as Johnny pinched them and sucked on them. You moaned as Haechan sucked on your neck and bit your earlobe.

"I wanna cum in you, baby," Johnny grunted. "Make you cum all over our dicks."

"Hyung..." Haechan spoke up. "Can we move positions?"

"Sure," Johnny answered. "I don't mind switching places."

You let out a whine as Haechan withdrew from you and crawled up on the bed to lay on his back. Johnny withdrew from you as he watched you crawl up Haechan's body and straddle his waist. As you slid your pussy down Haechan's cock, you looked at Johnny who was watching you with lustful eyes.

"Oh, look at that cute ass of yours, baby girl." Johnny groaned. "Haechan stretched you out real good, didn't he? Look at those pretty titties jiggle as you bounce up and down on his cock. I love seeing that."

You shifted your weight to sit up higher on Haechan's cock, giving Johnny a better view of what he was missing. You then began bouncing up and down faster on Haechan's shaft, moaning louder and louder as you brought yourself closer to an orgasm. Suddenly, Johnny moved forward and plunged his cock into your asshole.

"Fuck!" You yelped. "Johnny, fuck! Oh god, fuck..."

"Hahaha," Johnny laughed as he began slamming into you rapidly. "Oh, I like this position too. Baby, your ass feels so good around my cock."

As Haechan slammed into you relentlessly, Johnny continued ramming into you relentlessly. You held onto Haechan's toned arms tightly as your juices dripped down his shaft. Johnny kept going, pounding his cock into your ass, taking whatever he could. Finally, after what felt like hours of fucking, you felt an intense pressure build up in your abdomen. You cried out as you rode out your orgasm, screaming in pleasure as the warmth of your own release washed over you. You could feel both Johnny and Haechan tense up as they released their load into you. When you finished cumming, you collapsed down on top of Haechan's body, breathing heavily, Johnny laying next to you. The room was filled with the sounds of you and the boys panting as you tried to catch your breath.

Finally, you looked down at Haechan who was staring at you with an expression of pure bliss on his face.

"I guess my Haechannie is a man after all." You said, Johnny letting out a laugh.

"Did I do good, noona? Did I make you happy?" Haechan questioned.

"Yes, Haechan." You responded, giving him a quick kiss. "You did an excellent job. It was...the best sex I ever had."

"Well, it's always fun trying something new." Haechan replied. "And, besides, Johnny gave me some great pointers."

"Really?" You grinned, turning to face Johnny. "And what was that?"

"Just trust me." Johnny said with a wink. "You'll find out soon enough."

"So I'm assuming this is going to be a regular occurrence?" You mused aloud. "I mean, you two are obviously going to want to fuck me every chance you get now that we've done this."

"What do you say, Haechan?" Johnny asked. "Do you want to fuck Y/N again?"

"If that's what Y/N wants," Haechan replied with a look of adoration.

"What do you say, baby girl?" Johnny purred, his hands running up your legs. "Do you want to continue this fun?"

"Yeah, definitely." You said excitedly, placing your hands on either side of Johnny's head. "We can play later tonight. We'll have plenty of time to take care of our horny urges. For now, I just want to shower and cuddle with the both of you."

As you crawled off of Haechan's body, you could see that both of the boys shared a similar look of relief. Neither one of them wanted to leave your side. After all, it was clear to them that you belonged to the both of them. The three of you walked to the bathroom together, neither of you saying a single word. Once inside the shower, you all embraced, the three of you enjoying each other's company under the warm water. While you all enjoyed your time in the shower, you could still feel the lingering effects of your previous encounter with the guys. All throughout the shower, you constantly reached for each other, finding it difficult to keep your hands off of each other. Once you stepped out of the shower, Haechan wrapped you in a towel while Johnny dried you off with another towel. When the boys got you dressed, they let out a sigh of relief as they ran their hands along your curves.

After making your way back to the bedroom, you sat down next to Haechan and leaned into him. "Thank you, Haechan. Thank you, Johnny. That was..."

"Amazing?" Johnny offered.

"Yes. Amazing. And I'm so happy that I came to visit. Thank you both for this experience."

"Noona, do you still see me as a boy?" Haechan asked, causing you to raise your head from where you were resting it on his chest. "Or do you now see me as a man?"

"After that performance?" You laughed. You leaned up to give Haechan a kiss. "A man, Haechan. A man who will do anything to please me."

"Hey, don't be hogging my girlfriend now." Johnny placed his hand on Haechan's shoulder as he watched the two of you passionately kiss. "She's my woman, too."

"Alright, alright. Stop being jealous of each other." You giggled. "Now come here and give me lots of cuddles."

Once you had both of the boys cuddled up to you, you reached down to grab Haechan's hand and put it on your stomach. Then you reached over to grab Johnny's hand and place it on your stomach as well. You squeezed their hands and intertwined your fingers with theirs. You gently rubbed their hands as you continued to talk to them.

"I really do feel blessed that I was given such wonderful people to call family." You said. "And the feeling is mutual. The feeling is very mutual."

At that moment, you thought that everything was perfect. Life couldn't get any better than this. Your world was complete with the two people that meant the most to you: Haechan and Johnny. The three of you laid there, holding hands and enjoying each other's company as you drifted off to sleep. As you fell asleep, you could feel the warmth of the three of you as you slept peacefully.

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