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haechanhues · 1 year

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Corrupted

pairing : haechan x (fem)reader

genre : smut.

warnings : established relationship (kind of). corruption kink. porn without plot. oral (f. & m. receiving). unprotected sex (please practice safe sex). choking. haechan!dom / reader!sub dynamics. reader is a brat. marking. the endearment ‘good girl’ is used. body worship (in a particular way). also this is like the first time i’ve actually tried to write smut so if it’s terrible be nice about it pls and thank you. minors do not interact.

summary : all you can focus on is him and how much you wish he’d corrupt you like so many times before.

word count : 4k

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part two

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The sunset view from the car is beautiful. The chewy orange blending within the whitewashed light blue. It’s truly heaven on Earth, you imagine. An infinite picture of how glorious the world can be. Yet, your attention isn’t on the sky. Nor on the beautiful red wine dinner you had tonight. You were neither drunk nor high. What you were, was a woman in need of her man to wreck her. To have his way with her in a way she believes only he knows how.

Said man lazes back into the leather car seat, eyes half lidded and dragging across your body with an appreciative gaze. The hand that was lazily drawing naughty pictures along the fabric of your silk dress all night now has a grip on your hair, experimentally squeezing and tugging at the roots.

You eye him dutifully as he wraps the soft strands around his fist, his tongue peeking out to swipe against his bottom lip. Your pussy aches for him. But you wait, betraying the need in your body in order to please him.

It’s a skill of yours, to still look so innocent whilst you’re on your knees in front of him. So compliant. So soft. Even though he knows what you taste like when your mouth is drunk on lust and your cunt is dripping with arousal. What you smell like. What you feel like.

And it’s all thanks to him.

You are the result of his corruption.

He smirks a little at the thought, letting his fingers cascade down your face, tickling the skin before he grips harder at your hair, the skin around his mouth becoming taut as he uses a bit of force, ‘My good girl.’

God.

Pleased with the nickname, your palms brush over his stomach, his body slightly tensing as you make to grab at the waistband of his pants, tugging at them pleadingly. With a dark look smoothed over his face, he drags them down, eyeing you with challenge as he’s left in only his boxers.

Feeling a rush of bravery, your knee slips in between his legs and your mouth claims him. His lips are soft and your body heats at the feeling of his. Surprise overtakes his features only for a second, but lets you take charge, not bothered at all by your longing. Your head tilts as your tongue licks against his, timid and unsure. He only smiles at your hesitance but doesn’t make any effort to take the lead.

Accepting his smile as permission, you feel a surge of confidence and deepen the kiss yourself, your tongue more confidently brushing against his own, the subtle taste of cinnamon almost bursting in your mouth. You can’t help the way you melt into him, your fingers reaching upwards to sift through his gorgeous locks of hair before your nails drag down his neck and across his shoulders, electrifying him with pleasure. He hums into your mouth, planting both of his hands on your hips with a firm grip, holding them in place. You want nothing more to sit on his lap and to feel the fabric of your panties lick across your clit, but you remain kneeling. It’s torment. Your chin drops onto the curls on his head and your lips together in a futile attempt to keep quiet.

But he knows you so well.

It’s almost like he designed the way you felt pleasure. How you thought about pleasure. Every sensation was designed by him.

Feeling your need, his right hand drops from your hips and you shudder at the way his palm dawdles down your front until it meets the skin on the back of your thigh, every hair on your body raising with anticipation. Taking his time, his fingers are a caress as they circle the expanse of your upper thigh before his palm slots in between your thighs like a puzzle, his thumb kissing your slit.

Your breath hitches and you pull a little away from the kiss, your mouth opening at the feeling. Your thighs press together and it causes the most delicious feeling of torment to crash behind your eyes. His eyes flutter open as he gazes at you knowingly, his pupils blown wide and the tongue that runs across his bottom lip teasing.

“You alright, baby?” He asks, his voice laced with such a dark lust, you almost moan at the sound.

“Mm-nnng,” You whimper against his mouth as his fingers cup your sex and your hips jerk involuntarily, ‘Yes.’

‘Yes’ He mocks in a high pitched tone, and it’s so red the way he says it. Almost murderous. The colour of blood. The texture of velvet.

His fingers circle your clit over your panties, teasingly sweeping and igniting the growing feeling in your core. Little mewls of lust escaping your mouth as you throw your head back, exposing your throat to the man in front of you, his eyes dancing as your wet arousal coats his fingers. His breath tickles the length of your throat as his mouth hovers over your neck, enjoying the way moans are being pulled from your chest when his fingers enter you. No matter how much he wants to wreck you with his fingers this very instant, wreck you with only his hands until you forget your own name, he wills his hand to halt its ministrations. You whine, wanting him to move, needing him to move. Always needing. Just the way he likes.

Haechan paints your throat with his kisses, groaning at every reaction, feeling his cock become harder and harder with every experimental touch. Sweet kisses pull breathy giggles from your throat, your own hands cupping and squeezing at your tits. Open mouthed kisses have your hips seeking out their own pleasure, rolling back and forth in his hold in search of that delicious friction. More desperate than you have ever been. Pleading with him to have his way with you. Please. Just please. Kisses where his bottom lip dawdled behind the rest of his mouth to meet each new press of his lips had you a fidgeting mess, your hands grabbing at anything. His elbows. Arms. Hair. Your dress.

Your pretty but pesky dress.

‘Take off your dress,’ Is a whisper as much as it is a demand and he removes his hand from your core. Haechan swipes at the bottom of his mouth with the very same fingers that were dripping with your wetness, your arousal and the taste of your cherry lip balm left behind on his lips.

Obedient and docile, your thumbs hook around the end of your dress, pulling it upwards, letting the man in front of you appreciate the way your body is slowly being exposed to him. With a lick of his lips, his thumb pulls down at your bra, your nipple perking up excitedly. His thumb circles your left breast lethargically, gazing at the way your breast dimples with the slightest press of his fingertips. It’s when he touches the nipple that your back straightens and your eyes fall shut briefly. You await the torture you know he’ll make you endure. Instead, his thumb remains gently stroking, approving of the way your nipple starts to harden under his flirtatious attention.

Unable to help yourself, with his hand still remaining at your breast you reach forward to kiss him again, this time much sweeter and innocent than the previous. Seemingly. He abides by it, loving the way you smell. Loving how warm you are. You’re liquid honey and he’s nothing but weak to it.

Suddenly a slight rush of pain in his lips has him looking at you confused and pleasantly surprised, coming to the conclusion that you’ve nipped at his lips playfully whilst he was lost in your kiss, wearing a smile so daring and so like the cheeky girl he knows you can be. He can’t help the slight smile that graces his lips when you attempt to soothe the small bite you’ve subjected him to, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips in apology, one that leaves his mouth tingling. You could kiss him for hours - how soft his lips were, how perfect, how him.

Those were the lips that have you brought you to heaven so many times after all. It’s only fair to pay tribute.

He exhales as you fall to your knees in front of him again, his erected cock as hard as it can possibly get, pleading to be removed by the constraints of his boxers.

And you pride yourself on being a good listener.

Your palm reaches in and pulls his long cock out, your mouth watering at the sight. He’s so pretty. Much prettier than you’d think a cock could be. So effortless pretty.

With a mouth with a mind of it’s own, you lean forward, licking a large stripe from the underside of the shaft, licking upwards to meet the tip. Haechan hisses at the sensation of how warm your mouth is, his knuckles white. You smile, wrapping the tip of his cock with your mouth, tasting the slight taste of his pre-cum with a little moan. Though you make no effort to suck him off. Only mouthing around the tip of his cock.

Impatiently, he grips the back of your head, seeing your willingness to thoroughly enjoy his sounds of equal frustration and pleasure. Needing to punish you, he hisses, ‘You enjoy teasing me, huh? Think it’s fun?’

Without waiting for your response, his hips lift and his hand pushes down on the back of your head, groaning at the true feeling of your mouth and throat. Your mouth opens wider to allow for his cock to have access. A surge of pride rushes through him. You take him so good. So well.

Pleasure overtakes his senses as he grips harder at your hair, daring to go deeper each time he pulls back. Sadistically loving the way you gag around his cock and the crescent moons your nails leave behind on his legs. The ends of your hair has fanned outwards and they tickle against his skin. He smiles as he slides out of your mouth to briefly check on your state of being, loving the way your chest is heaving with every large breath of air you inhale and exhale.

There’s his good girl.

‘So good to me, baby, aren’t you?’ He licks his lip again, your fucked out expression only managing a sweet, obedient nod.

Taking that as permission he continues to fuck your face, thrusting back and forth with more vigour, groaning at everything. The warm and wet feeling of your mouth. Your tongue rubbing along the tip. Your desperation to see his pleasure. To reach that feeling where he has no control at all and you have it instead.

Knowingly, his waist drops as his posture straightens, his cock falling out of your mouth. It’s messy and your thighs squeeze together at the thought that your mouth had been there. Your mouth was on that pretty cock. That cock was down your throat. And you loved every second of it. He did too. You look at him as if he had disappointed you, yet he only looks at you expectantly. Waiting.

Your turn.

With a fixation on the tip of his cock, you kitten lick it once again. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek at the teasing you can’t help but commit. But his annoyance disappears as your hand reaches up to wrap his cock in a fist, gliding back and forth along the slick shaft. Your mouth opens and your tongue extends, his cock almost bouncing in the cave of your mouth and against your tongue. He groans at the feeling and you look at him.

So innocent and yet he can see what corruption has done to you. He exhales a small laugh, his fingertip brushing at your cheek. You can’t help but smile back at him, getting slightly bashful as he takes the time to admire you. His smile only widens at you, looking at you in a way that you can’t help but pause your naughty ministrations to slump forward to rest your forehead on his hips. He cocks his head. You’re shy again.

Not letting your bashfulness get completely in the way, your hand returns to its back and forth and you line kisses on his shaft as an apology. But he’s not mad. Not really. You’re starting to get desperate again. Your mouth laying claim over his cock, gagging as you take him deeper and deeper. He moans with such a feral ferocity that you can’t help the whine that escapes you, lighting him with sensual fire.

He needs you. Now.

‘Lie down,’ He orders, motioning towards the leather seats. Swallowing, you follow his orders, your legs slightly spread apart. With a smack of his lips, he peels your underwear down your legs, the air cooling against your exposed slit.

His ring clad fingers pry your thighs further apart, letting his body fit between them unabashedly. He smirks at the sleek arousal almost dripping out of your pussy, taking great delight in the way you eye his fingers and mouth. Long ring clad fingers. Soft, wet and pretty mouth.

Smugly, his arms hook under your thighs and pry them apart even further, allowing easy access to complete ruin. Your greed for it evident in your eyes. Drinking him in.

The first kiss to the inside of your thigh has you whimpering and he lets his kisses float against the skin.

‘Move....please, move.’ You plead.

He gloats against your skin, licking against the outer lips of your pussy. It tickles but all you can let out are whimpers. Unable to tame the beast inside of him anymore, he licks at the swollen clit. Loving the way you writhe for him.

Your mouth gapes open at the sensations that overtake you. Pure pleasure running through your veins and taking your body as a hostage. You can hear the sounds Haechan makes when his mouth comes into contact with your pussy. Messy popping sounds that drive you to unspeakable lengths and back with each swirl of his tongue. He sucks at your clit like the lollipops he consumes was made for this one purpose.

You moan loudly as he licks one torturously slow long stripe along your sex before blowing on it. A shot of cold air has you electrocuted and your mindful grip on the seats has turned almost violent on his head. Your hips grind onto his mouth enjoying the feeling of his tongue. Untamed. He slaps your ass swiftly and you gasp as flecks of delicious pain jolt your body into attention.

His mouth pulls away from you in challenge, his eyebrows dancing as you glower at his retreating figure, ‘I’m just getting a condom, baby.’

Your glower deepens and you reach for him again, pulling at his collar. A dangerous and risky move. Sometimes it gets you punished. But you’re incessant. Begging for him to continue. Pleading for him raw. Always wanting him.

He smirks as he theatrically places his middle finger on the hood of your clit, enjoying the way you squirm ‘You’re always needy, aren’t you?’

He’s teasing and he doesn’t expect you to respond. Not when his mouth returns to suck at your clit and his fingers dip into pussy. You’re relentless and you’re moaning so loudly at the pleasure he can’t help the way his need to have you come on his mouth transforms to a primal sort of want. He curls his fingers with trained precision thrusting in and out whilst his mouth is kissing and sucking at any angle that has you screaming louder.

Trapped in a gaze like molten lava, coming is the easiest thing you’ve ever done. Like a knot becoming undone, your legs and arms loosen and your head falls towards the flat surface of the car seat. Yet you’re not finished. You know you’re not. You may of had his fingers. You may have come on his tongue. But you wanted to be wrecked by his cock. You wanted him to completely have his way with you. To fill you up. Your desperation is silent this time as you remain in your position, waiting for him.

Haechan places a soft purposeful kiss on the inside of your thigh, a contrast to the dark chuckle with a sardonic texture that tickles the skin. He’s slow and his eyes are burning into you with a heated challenging glint, ‘Have you been taking your birth control?’

You bit your lip as you nodded.

‘Good girl,’ He purrs, letting the words affect you like his hand would. His mouth shining with your arousal painted on his mouth. With a last parting kiss to your thigh, he straightens, letting his clothes slacken.

Soaking up the way you’re watching him, he brings both his hands through his hair before removing his leather jacket and t-shirt. You marvel at the subtle lines of muscle along his abdomen and stomach. Snickering at the pleading eyes of yours, he shuffles closer, letting you grip his hips and grounding him against your pussy, moaning at the sensation.

‘Impatient,’ He murmurs, dragging his boxers completely down his legs before tossing them to the side. He glowers at the way you blink at him innocently and he knows he’s going to have to set some rules. Splaying out the total length of his hands on your stomach before beginning its ascent to the place he wants it, collaring your neck.

‘I think I’ve been lenient with you tonight, yes?’ He cocks his head, his tongue briefly licking at his bottom lip and your eyes zero in on the action, incredibly horny. Glaring down at your lack of focus, his pelvis thrusts into the gap between your legs and his hands slightly squeezing at your neck, noting the way your eyes roll back in pleasure, ‘Answer me.’

‘Yes,’ You nod, the obedient little lamb once again.

He’s so hot. So incredibly mouth watering in front of you like this. Dominating and devilish.

‘So you’re going to be a good girl for me?’ Haechan demands and you nod. You just want him. Need him. Forever needing him. Only him. If he wanted a good girl, he’d get a good girl.

'Yes,’ You whine, your voice increasing in both volume and pitch.

Haechan’s eyebrows lower in warning before grabbing his cock in his hand and gliding it across your slit once, his tip grazing your clit. You mewl as you grip your thighs in a tighter hold, the pain barely registering as he lines his cock up to your entrance before slowly easing into you. The groan that escapes both your moans has your smile widening. You feel so full and complete. You watch him, wanting to see the way he looks at you. However, his focus is stolen by the way his cock disappears into your cunt before bottoming out. Both your stomachs pressed up against each other has you feral. He’s so beautiful.

‘Fuck,’ He moans at the way your pussy clenches around him. His eyes close for a sweet second before he’s moving, thrusting in and out of you at a slow pace. Your chin tilts upwards as you let out a sound of satisfaction.

‘Faster,’ You beg, grabbing onto his shoulders in preparation, clawing at the skin.

He pecks at your neck with a feather like kiss, before he positions himself to thrust just the way you want him. He enters you hard and fast and you can’t help your strangled scream, ‘Fuck.’

Haechan groans as he continues to steal your identity in exchange for the pleasure that has your body in a chokehold. Your legs hook around his waist, bringing him closer and your mouth finds his neck, biting and licking with every devilishly wolfish drag of his cock into your tight cunt. A playground for all your sex bites and kisses. Marking him.

‘You and your fucking marking,’ He sneers into the crook of your neck. He’s not one for visible marks, but you are. You like the way the colour of his skin changes because of you. How they stake claim. With a reprimanding growl, he lays his palm on your stomach, needing to absolutely wreck you of words. His cock thrums as your cunt swallows every hard thrust. All you can do is moan, finding it physically impossible to mark him. All you do is moan and mewl, whimper and scream. So many songs of pleasure and he’s the one making you sing them.

Your eyes are glazed over like honey and your lips swollen, he muses down at you with a sweet look in his eye, ‘Words....can you remember them, baby?’

Eyebrows furrowed, open mouth, swollen lips and a tightening grip on his waist. No answer. His musing smile drops off his face as he stares cruelly at you. As if you’re his prey. His hips drive into yours faster and harder, driven by your sounds and the tightening of your pussy. You’re close, ‘You don’t need them when you come anyway.’

He’s right. Because he’s brought you down this road many times before. Your body is shaking with your orgasm, wet and pulsing with heat. Legs and feet tensing, grabbing at the car seat under you with a tight squeeze. Your pussy clenching around his cock tightly and it takes all of his power not to become undone by the effect your orgasm has on his cock and how much he wants to come.

But he stands no chance, because you’re looking at him with your innocent eyes of worship, like a fox, as if the both of you aren’t currently fucking in his car. His orgasm rips through him like a new skin, and you’re smiling at the way you feel his cum coat the walls of pussy. He feasts upon it.

Only when he feels himself soften and his breathing return to normal does he wipe at your leaking sex with his t-shirt and check for any marks that he might’ve left behind, ‘Did I hurt you?’

‘You could never hurt me,’ Your words and tone are soft. You’re glowing, he notices. So beautiful.

His smug smile is teasing, not taking you seriously, opting to ignore your beauty by pretending like it’s normal to be this enraptured by someone. His initial reply is halted by the way you look at him with only gentle eyes. Like you always do. It used to anger him, somewhat. He wasn’t the best guy in the world, not really, everyone knew it and yet, you never treated him like he was anything less. He closes his eyes and his smile tilts towards fake, ‘I could.’

You lean into kiss him, just a chaste kiss, one that isn’t heated nor desperate. One that’s sweet like you and difficult for him. But you know he’d do it. However, he’s distracted by your eyes. With a trained kind of gentleness, his finger skims along your eyelashes, admiring the new length, a small smile on his face ‘These are new.’

You smile, your words singing in your head like a mantra. Haechan can think the worst of himself. See himself as the big bad wolf that brought the innocent girl down to rot. See himself as the bad guy before the good guy swoops you off your feet. See himself as the embodiment of corruption.

It’s true, he corrupted you. He did. He’s the man that’s fucked you in your kitchen. Fucked you on his desk. Even now, he’s the guy who’s just finished fucking you in his car. He’s fucked you so much that he’s ruined any other guy for you. You can’t even entertain the idea of somebody else.

But you’ve also corrupted him. He doesn’t realise how gentle he is with you. How sweet and how caring. How he protects you. How he’s always willing to try or to readily sacrifice a part of his world for you. How he has made your pink love red and beating.

Those innocent eyes of yours. So obedient. So compliant. How ready they were to show him how to love and be loved.

author’s note : is it normal to want to bury myself in a hole. asking for a friend. this was originally supposed to be for valentine’s day or my birthday or haechan’s birthday! but you get it now instead! yay!

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nctsjiho · 4 months

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Get Up

cw: none || era: January, 2023

❀ In those moments of uncertainty, when you don't even know if all your efforts aren't just a waste, Haechan decides to stick with it. Even if everyone has seemed to lose hope and he may be starting to lose hope as well...

He aimlessly traced patterns on her palm all the way to the centre of her hand trying to drown out the conversation outside the room. He really did not want to eavesdrop, but it wasn’t like he had the choice. The shouts were drilling into his ears like an unwelcome guest forcing their way in.

“As her grandmother I feel like I have the right to have her near before I won’t be able to see her at all!”

“Oh! Now you want to step up and be a grandmother? After shunning me for marrying a foreigner! You wanted nothing to do with me or my family and now we want nothing to do with you!”

“How do you know she doesn’t want me in her life? The whole reason she is in this hospital is because you made her feel unwanted!”

Haechan closed his eyes as if that would help him block the discussion. When that didn’t seem to work he let his gaze fall on Jiho. She looked like she was sleeping peacefully. Too peaceful to Haechan’s liking, but he couldn’t do anything about it.

“Eomma, I know I messed up as Jiho’s mother, but– I want her to be with her family in France. If… if she doesn’t wake up, I want her to be with the people she loves.” Jiho’s mother pleaded with her own mother.

“And what about her members?”

“Do not act like you care about them! This is only about you. You want to seem like a great grandmother, but you couldn’t even be a good mother.”

Jiho’s grandmother scoffed, almost amused at her daughter’s words. “Seems like we have a thing in common after all-”

“Just leave! Jiho’s coming to France with me and her dad and that’s that!”

Although it sounded like that’s where the conversation would end, the mother and daughter pair continued to shout at each other. Haechan could hear the nurses come by multiple times and try to get them to quiet down, but the two were in their own world and didn’t pay any mind to anyone else. Luckily Jiho’s room was in a more private sector of the hospital and despite the noise, Jiho’s mother and grandmother weren’t causing too big of a disturbance.

Resting his head on Jiho’s shoulder, Haechan continued to absentmindedly trace patterns on Jiho’s palm. He made sure not to put too much weight on Jiho’s shoulder or hand, but enough to let her unconscious body know he was there.

“I’m sorry you have to hear them fighting…” He mumbled tiredly. With a quick glance up, he saw the clock nearing the end of the visiting hour. “I wish they could stop as well.”

As if in response to his words, Jiho’s hand softly twitched. Her fingers tensed slightly, making the motion as if closing her hand into a fist before they relaxed again and returned to their normal state.

This movement would have Haechan jumping up, his heart rate would quicken, he’d be speechless before yelling for a nurse or doctor causing a whole commotion in this part of the hospital. If it was the first time he definitely would’ve done those things. He would’ve because he did. A bit over a week ago, that same exact thing happened. Those same exact movements happened and then he did those same exact things. Now, almost two weeks passed and Haechan knew he shouldn’t be excited to see her hand move. Sure, it gave him some hope, but after the fifth time, Haechan knew this wasn’t a sign of her waking up. It just was a sign she was still alive and at least not getting worse. She wasn’t getting much better either.

A hand suddenly appeared on Haechan’s shoulder and his gaze shot up to meet the green eyes that resembled Jiho’s so well. Jiho’s father — adoptive, not biological — looked at him with a soft yet sad smile. He eyed the clock and Haechan gave him an understanding nod.

The idol gathered his things and walked towards the door before stopping at the sound of Jiho’s father’s voice. “Thanks for continuing to come as often as you can…”

Haechan’s English wasn’t perfect but he understood enough to get the gist of his words. These past few weeks Jiho’s father often said a few words whenever seeing Haechan at Jiho’s side. Even when Haechan didn’t fully understand, he always felt the gratitude the father held for Haechan’s actions.

“I know the others are slowly losing hope… I can imagine it must be just as hard for you to stay hopeful as it is for me and my wife, but we thank you for visiting still. Whatever happens to Jiho… she will know you were there for her. She might not be able to say it, but I know she knows.”

A few heavy moments passed after he said that before Haechan responded with a quiet nod. That was enough for the father as he turned away, trying not to show the emotion in his eyes. He turned to his daughter, sitting next to her and fixing the stuffed animal Haechan had gifted her to sit snugly under her arm. Haechan couldn’t make out what he started whispering to Jiho — it was probably in French anyway — so he decided to make his way out of the hospital room.

It was almost funny how now that Haechan was in the hallway where the two women were still bickering and yelling at each other, Haechan couldn’t hear a single word. They were so loud when he was in another room, but now that he was in the same space, it was absolutely quiet. He bowed at them without much thought and intention behind it before leaving. The two women barely noticed Haechan go as they continued to yell loudly at each other. Still Haechan didn’t hear. He wished Jiho didn’t have to hear it either.

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mayaflowerxs · 2 years

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LESSON OF THE DAY

Synopsis: In his twenties and finally getting himself in a committed relationship means the lack of experience. And for being the best step sister you are, you help him get better by teaching him. A twisted way to have him wrapped around your finger.

Warning: SMUT . Stepbrother!Haechan x Stepsister!Reader. Cheating, swear word usage, manipulation, dumbification, jealousy, squirting, nonconsented recording, reader overall an antagonist, a hater and just not a good person. A slight Mean Girls reference ;)

Pairing: Haechan x reader

JUNGWOO

Masterlist: NCT AFFAIR SERIES

The spoon in your hand was gripped tightly. A large scowl on your face that you find impossible to cover up, eyes icy cold as you watch Haechan feed his girlfriend as if she isn’t capable of doing it herself. A scoff leaves your mouth as you manage to cover it up with a cough. Looking down at your food you continue eating. It’s not that your not happy for him, heck it’s a miracle the boy finally managed to get himself a girlfriend. The family worrying that with Haechan’s overly jokester side may result with him staying single forever and yet now that he’s finally here, with a girl by his side you really wished you’d go back in time to the times where you gave him hell for not being able to pull anyone. And now as the days go by you have no peace in your own house. Every damn day she’s here and her high pitched laugh makes your eyes roll once again, how you haven’t strained them yet is a mystery. You and Haechan don’t have the most solid relationship. I mean he’s a bit of a nerd. His friends have even created their own club because no other real clubs would accept them even though he claims they’re ‘too cool’ for the real deal. Hours constantly spent playing video games and binge watching anime. Reading whatever special edition comic book they purchased and spending all night on the phone squealing like little girls talking about their favorite part.

You were used to the boy that you constantly fought to get to the bathroom first. The one you bang on your wall to get him to shut the fuck up and the one you’ve encountered a few interesting run ins with. Several times you seen your step brother wearing little to no pieces of clothing. And while you, someone whose completely different from him. One who dares pretend you too aren’t ‘family’ because of how much of a loser he is, you have to admit he has a smoking body. One you tend to fantasize doing such vulgar things to you. Nights and nights spent locked in your room, hand down your shorts and eyes closed shut as your mind runs wild with the image of Haechan and his body. So maybe seeing him with a girlfriend is just ruining that for you. You no longer can see him as the dork who tries to prove to you that he can be considered hot. Trying to flex his arms and take cringy selfies. Now he’s Haechan, the guy with a girlfriend that can’t seem to stop sucking his face. She’s ruined him. Her disgusting lips on his, always finding a way to climb on his lap right as you enter the area. Pouting her lip injected lips to feed her and fake a baby voice to get him to do whatever she wants. He’s a loser yes but not a bitch.

And if he were to become a bitch. It certainly wouldn’t be with someone who has spent her daddy’s money to shove plastic in parts of her body that didn’t need them in the first place. And so when his girlfriend finally leaves and he comes back with a goofy looking grin on his face, you simply throw a pillow at his face to remove the idiot look off him. Without a word, retrieving yourself back to your room.

In college you’d expect it to be different from high school and in some cases yes. Thing is, the one thing that hasn’t changed yet is the status one has. Haechan is bunched with the geeks, nerds, and losers. Bottom of the list that is far from where you stand. Popular, rebellious, daring and witty. Many know you for many reasons. Good and bad and it’s why so many want to get a piece of you. To have the glory and say they got close with you. As ‘friends’ or hookups. You were seen as an ultimate trophy. And while you have a reputation to maintain, Haechan cared for no such thing. Partying? Nah. Getting high with friends on a random Tuesday? Nope. Shoplifting on a Thursday night? Nuh uh.

You don’t really understand where your mother and his father got the idea that you two would mix well. You two lived two completely different worlds, you always held some sort of resentment toward him. He was too good, too nice and too pure. You hated how caring he was. How forgiving he seems to be and it irritates the hell out of you. You practically see the bright white aura vibrating off him. But it’s also something you find endearing about him. A Friday night can end with you stumbling into the arms of said guy. Calling him in the middle of the night, pleading for him to give you a ride home and even though he told you the previous party it’d be his last time and with you promising that you wouldn’t get too drunk he still came to pick you up regardless. A hoodie over him, looking so soft and cuddly that has you craving him all over again. Wrapping your arms around him as you give his cheek a big smooch.

“Haechanie!” You squeal excitedly as you walk out the large house and into his arms. A small disappointed sigh comes from him but helps you stand regardless. “My feet hurt.” You pout, “Well you shouldn’t have worn heels and especially be out this late. Thought you promised no more.” Whining when he begins to nag, you nuzzle your face in his neck. “Carry me?” A thing you also know about the said boy is how difficult it is for him to say no. And at times like these, almost every attempt of yours end in your favor. Arm gripping behind your thighs, lifting you off the ground as he wraps your legs around your waist you try to ignore the throbbing feeling. Biting your lip as he makes his way back to his car. The lust was obviously building and the closer the proximity was the closer you just wanted to rip his clothes off him.

Coming home, Haechan managed to walk in without getting you two caught. House dark and quiet as he makes his way upstairs. You still cradled, arms secretly around his neck as your hot breath blows his skin. Chills that rises down his spine. Gulping as he tries to kick your door open and settle you down. You didn’t want to pull away, fuck you just wanted to beg him to take you right then and there. His messy fluffy hair and glasses propped on his nose was too much to you. How does the dork manage to get you so turned on? Taking off your heels and grabbing a wipe to take the makeup off. Pulling at the duvets to get you under but you whine, “Haechanie the dress.” Helping you get out of it, you lean in closer until your faces are only an inch apart. You hold back the smugness when you notice him gulp. Eyes going back and forth between your eyes and your lips. “Goodnight.” He quickly kisses your forehead and walks out. A bit confused that you didn’t give back a snappy remark at how soft he is. Something you always made it clear you hated.

You couldn’t take it anymore. Another fucking day with her here, hands gripped tight as she was practically grinding her ass on him. So ticked by her presence you made your way out of the living room and into the bathroom. Dialing a number you least expected, “Hello?” Lee Jeno, one of Haechan’s loser friends. Also apart of his dorky club, also a hacker. “It’s me y/n.” You say monotonously. “Oh! H-Hey y/n, I didn’t expect a call from you.” “Were you expecting any calls at all today?” Before he can stutter out another response you cut him off. “Listen I need a number, can you find it for me?” Hearing rustling from the other line, “Yeah sure! From who?” “The mother of Haechan’s girlfriend.” “Jenna’s mom? Why do you-“ “Jeno can you give it to me or not?” “N-No! No! I can, hold on just give me a second.”

A few minutes go by before another number was dialed. A few seconds later and the phone picked up. “Hello?” “Hey! Is this Jenna?” “No, Jenna isn’t here this is her mother. Who’s this?” “Oh! Well I’m Katie from Planned Parenthood, I was just calling to say that I have her test results. Please have her call at the earliest convenience, thank you!” Hanging up the call right after, you walk out the bathroom and back into the god forsaken living room in which didn’t take much for another phone call to happen. Eyes directly at the tv screen as Jenna answered, beginning to panic when she can’t seem to make her mother calm down. “I don’t understand? What are you talking about?” You can hear the shouting coming from the other line and with a proud smirk, you quickly wipe it off as she stands up abruptly. “I’m sorry I got to go, something’s come up. Sorry babe.” “Oh it’s okay! We can always hang out tomorrow-“

“Tomorrow? But Haechanie I thought you were going to come to my recital?” You say sadly, sad eyes as you stare into Haechan’s. “Oh that’s right I did say yes to that. I’m sorry Jenna, some other time?” Nodding her head, she grabs her things and goes to lean in for a kiss but you’re quick to stand up and ‘accidently’ knock into her. “Oops I’m sorry! Man I can be very clumsy.” “It’s okay.” She whispers, giving him one last goodbye as he walks her out. When the door finally closes you relax. Watching Haechan go back to the living room, you eye him. Hands to himself and pink cheeks. It’s obvious how inexperienced this boy is and how easily flustered he gets.

Going to sit next to him, you gain his attention immediately. “Hey.” He smiles warmly at you. “Are you a virgin?” His eyes widen at the sudden question, “What? Why would you ask such a question?” He laughs nervously. Face turning red with embarrassment. The little control you had quickly goes out the window as you climb onto his lap. Hands raised as he grows rigid. “Y/n! What are you doing?!” Cupping his face you lean in closer, “Have you ever wondered what it feels like to have your dick wrapped in a nice tight hole?” Gulping, he finds it hard to place his eyes at. Too embarrassed to look at you and too flustered to look below your face. And yet pathetically, his cock hardens at your naughty words. “Don’t say such things!” He tries to scold you. “Why?” “Because this is wrong- oh!” Tilting his head back as he feels you grind on him, face leaning down to peck kisses on his neck. Tiny hairs lifting at the touch. “My pussy’s throbbing for you baby.” Shaking his head, he sets his hand in your hips. Wanting to push your away and instead keeping you in place.

“We can’t do this y/n, we’re family now.” “We’ve never been family Haechan. Don’t act like you haven’t peaked through my door while I was in nothing but in a bralette and panties. Like you don’t fuck your pillow and whine my name.” Tsking, you take his hand and shove it down your shorts. A small groan escapes him as his fingers immediately gets covered in your slick. “My baby boy is all grown up, he’s got himself a pathetic girlfriend who’s obviously trying to take things further but you won’t. Tell me Haechanie, is it cuz you never been inside a cunt before?” Moaning he drops his head to rest on top of your breast and nods. Patting his soft hair, biting your lip as his large hand grips firmly on your hips. Loving the feeling of his hands, feeling yourself slowly go crazy for him.

“Poor baby so inexperienced, you want a lesson from me mhm? Want to learn how to fuck like a man?” Nodding his head pathetically he mumbles a soft please. “Can’t hear you.” “Please y/n. Please teach me.” Satisfied with his answer, you get off his lap. About to protest but he shuts himself off when you pull him by his collar. “Let’s go to your room baby, want the memory of finally becoming a man to stay in the bed you sleep in.” Haechan was painfully hard, pants tight for his comfort and it’s sad just how quick he fell under your trap. Eyes filled with nothing but a plead to fuck him senselessly. Pushing him back on the bed as you lock the door behind him. Climbing on top of him when you begin your assault on his neck. His breathing quickening as his chest heaved. Hands going back to holding onto you for dear life, eyes closed as he savors the feeling of your lips on his skin. Growing oblivious to you pulling out your phone and propping it on his nightstand. Camera app opened and facing you two in which you press play. A little gift you plan to make for his dearest Jenna.

“Touch me Haechan. Feel my breasts.” Guiding him up to cup your boobs , love seeing the hunger in his eyes. Love how captivated you have him. Taking your shirt off to give him a better view, push up bra working wonders for you. Giggling, you wipe the slight drool that falls out of his mouth. “So cute, all needy and drooling. You want me Haechanie?” Not trusting his voice he goes to nod but you have none of that. “No Hyuck, use your words. You want me?” “Want you so much.” He whimpers. Pecking his nose, you sit up and take off your bra. Letting your breasts fall freely, grabbing his hands to squeeze them. “Play with them baby, pinch my nipples feel how hard and sensitive they are for you.” He couldn’t help but arch his hips up. His hands felt great against your tits so great it’s sending shock waves to his dick. A rather loud moan emits from you from the unexpected thrust. “Fuck Haechan do that again.”

Obeying you he lifts his hips and he too lets out noises of pleasure. Biting his bottom lip to keep him quieter but a slight slap from you as you grip his cheek. “I wanna hear you Hyuck, be a good boy and be as loud as you can fucking get.” Taking off his shirt you lean in to start sucking large red hickies from his neck, not going lower until you find his soft spot he can’t stop taking large deep breathes. A red trail going down his chest, licking right above his waistline as you look up at him. Meeting contact with him as you proceed to undue his belt. Pulling his jeans back, a wet patch there that you can’t resist to lick. “Oh fuck!” He gasps at the sudden feeling. Head thrown back as his thrusts up again. “Hold my hair back baby while I suck every last drop out of you.” You tell him and go to pull down his briefs. His hard cock springing back to lay flat on his chest. Tip red and veiny, large and screaming to be touched. Feeling bad for the many years it’s only action it received was Haechan’s hand. Feeling his warm hands come to take a hold of your hair, gentle with it as he makes sure to hold every strand of it. Watching a few drops of precum ooze out of him, a hiss coming from him when you grab his dick, hips out of control as his legs begin to squeeze you in place. A smack to his thigh has him releasing his hold on you.

“Be good Haechan.” You tell him sternly as you lick his entire underside of his dick. A loud moan can be heard throughout the room, a proud smirk as you look over to the camera. Haechan in all his glory shown naked on his bed with his stepsister giving him head. Noises one never heard come from him. Dropping your saliva down on his tip as you use your hand to cover his entire eight inches wet. Veins getting more prominent and glistening by it. Tiny little feathery kisses planted on his tip, love teasing the shit out of him. Love seeing how far gone he’s getting. How loud you can make Haechan when it’s all just begun. Love how you are pleasuring Haechan and not her. You were going to take his virginity away and you will be showing Haechan no other woman is good enough for him. A silent promise that by the end of the night, Haechan will become yours and no one else’s.

“Please!” Haechan pleads as the teasing is getting too overwhelming. Tears begin to brim his sockets as he tries very hard to not hurt you by fisting his hand. “Fuck my throat Haechan.” “Don’t wanna hurt you.” He mumbles. “You wanna fuck like a man? Then satisfy your lady, and I say. Fuck. My. Throat.” Having no other self control, he fists your hair and begins to force his inches up your mouth. Beautiful grunts come out of him with how great your mouth felt wrapped around his cock. His hand can’t fucking compare to the warmth and wetness of your mouth. Your tongue licking his cock even when it’s brutally slamming the back of your throat. The feeling so great he’s nearing his release so soon. Feeling blessed having no reflex, you let Haechan fuck your throat until his body pleads no more. Eyes always on him and his face scrunching. Brows furrowing and Adam’s apple becoming prominent. Sweat beginning to form on his forehead, a sight heavenly to you. “Angel I’m close.” He whines. Going to pull out, you grip his hand and push it away. Gasping when you begin to bob your head, sucking your lips to tightening your lips around his large girth. Tongue flickering back and forth around his tip as your hand goes to work for the rest that can’t fit your small mouth.

Going so fast Haechan is left gripping the sheets tightly. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He chants like a mantra. Head thrown back as he feels himself pour his semen down your throat. Looking back down and falling in love with you swallowing every last drop. Licking his tip clean and opening your mouth to show him not a single drop was left. Kissing his lips, he kisses you back just as needy and with want. Growing more confident he wraps his arms around you. Pulling you closer as he shoves his tongue in your mouth. Feeling and tasting himself, large hands cupping your face as his thumbs caress your cheeks softly. When letting you pull away for air you feel sex driven like never before. You’ve never felt so much desire to fuck someone until now nor the thrill of foreplay. And yet currently in your step brothers bed, him lying obediently underneath you. You just want to fuck him all day and night, with absolutely no breaks.

But this is all a teaching lesson. Haechan can’t be experienced if he doesn’t learn and while you really just want to hop on his dick, you force yourself to be patient. “Lay back down baby.” Doing as he was told, he waits needily for your next decision. Surprised when you begin to crawl up to his face. “Wanna be good? It’s time you repay me baby, eat my pussy.” He froze, confused on what to do next and he doesn’t start working you up until he feels your hand pull him closer to you. Shocked by how well he was doing, a pro working his game as if he’s done it a million times before. Room getting louder and louder with the combination of your moans and the slurping sounds Haechan’s creating. Hands gripping you down firmly on top of his face, needier than ever and hungry for more of you. Never did he think he’d love pussy so much and now here he is going crazy for it. For you.

This wasn’t his ideal way of losing his virginity. He always wanted it to be special and for that he thought special meant romantic and soft and yet having you suffocating his face with your cunt couldn’t get anymore romantic for him. Sucking and nibbling has your thighs shaking, body screaming for the upcoming release. Mouth hanging wide as your head is thrown back. In pure bliss by his mouth working wonders. “So good!” You praise him, something you notice brings him great joy. Proven right when he begins to nuzzle his face closer, refusing to tilt his head back for a breather. Loud sucking noises are heard and your moans turn into slight screams. Hands gripping the bed frame tightly as your entire body jolts. Hips lifting off his face that he quickly pulls back down. Forcing you to take every inch of his tongue shoving its way up your hole. Walls clenching and the familiar euphoric feelings washing over you. So strong you begin to see spots. So much spots. Finally pulling away to breathe, Haechan still doesn’t stop his assault on your clit. Rubbing harsh circles to get you to cum again. The idea of squirting on his face fascinating him. And with scrunched brows, he rubs figure eights quicker and continues to lick until you couldn’t anymore.

“Baby no more - God!” Words cracking and short breathes squeaking you feel another strong build up and before you can fully process it, you’re climaxing all over his face. So wet it was underneath you. Pillow drenched and thighs covered in your essence and still Haechan took every drop gratefully. Cute puppy eyes looking up at you, silently asking if he did alright as if he didn’t just get done fucking the daylights out of you with just his tongue. Climbing off him, chest heaving as you lie on the bed on the opposite end of him. Desperate to try and catch your breath that you don’t predict Haechan’s sudden moves. Chucking the drenched pillow off the bed and wrap your legs around his waist, he leans down to suck dark hickies on your neck. A confidence you never seen in him. Taken you by surprised but still enticed by it. A hand lazily run through his now wet hair. Hips softly grinding into yours, a moan from both mouths when your sensitive genitals touch.

“Need you y/n.” He whines in your ear. Lifting his head to look you directly in the eyes. Not being able to contain himself and leans down to kiss your lips. Loving the taste of your lips, obsessed with every part of you he can’t seem to feign ignorance after today. Feeling the passion through his kisses, a loving attraction one that screams how whipped he is for you. Pupils dilated as his brown orbs showed softness. Vulnerable looking face that looks at you for reassurance and guidance. His touches so gentle and kisses holding lots of meaning, how on earth could you ever deny him?

“Fuck me Hyuck.”

He does it gladly.

“Oh ! My…f-fuck…” Haechan can’t seem to put words together as the feeling of your walls wrapping themselves around his girth. So sensitive he fears he won’t last as long as he hopes. Having to freeze and compose himself which you give him time. A hand caressing his cheek, legs spread wide for him to have as much space as he wishes. “Take your time- Shit!” You didn’t expect the sudden hard thrust into your core. Each one, another harder and faster thrust has his pelvis coming in contact with yours. Your arousal completly covering his entire dick. So wet you’re almost confident the neighbors could hear. You couldn’t control yourself, your moans keep getting louder the more your stepbrother pounds you. He knows your body so damn well in such a short time. Knows how to angle his hips to fuck the blissful feeling into you. Thighs smacking into his as his hands keep you firmly on the bed. Wanting to see your face contort into pleasure every time he plunges his cock into you. Needs to know he’s doing a good job in satisfying you.

His thrust begin to falter its pace. Sloppier and quicker as he begins to reach for his high, shaking his head as he keeps tensing. “Not coming until you do.” He says huskily, eyes drawn between your swollen cunt and his slick covered cock. How well you fit him even with how big he is, proud you took him so nicely . Like you were meant for him and only him. Leaning down to peck your forehead, even with his lustful eyes he still shows fondness for you. “My angel.” He mumbles as he begins to shake from the need to fuck his cum in you. An arm wraps behind his neck, “Cum with me baby.” You whisper to him, nodding he applies most of his weight on top of you. Arms hugging you closer to him as he rests his chin on your shoulder. Soft kisses trailing up to your neck as he keeps pounding into you, biting his lip when he is reaching his end.

“Fuck! Fuck!” He breathes out as ropes of his warm white cum shoots deep in you, a slight bulge forming in your abdomen of the tip of his dick. Releasing around his dick you feel yourself get full. When you thought it was over he continued shooting more cum into you, so much pent up he concludes. Looking down to seeing some oozing out of you. Groaning as he lazily fucks into you, a slight frown forms when he sees more of his cum is slipping out of you. Pulling out, he is quick to salvage some of it with his fingers and shove them inside you. Pecking your stomach in comfort when you let out a loud whine. Gripping the messy sheets, eyes forced shut and head laid flat on the bed. Trying your hardest to not fall into subspace.

Feeling arms wrap themselves around you, you are picked up and engulfed in Haechan’s warm embrace. Plump lips pecking your temple as he pushes back your hair from your face. “Did I do good?” He asks nervously. “So fucking good. My good boy.” You play with his hair, seeing a small twinkle. The cute adorable smile and dorkiness making its comeback to him. Cheek covered in tiny kisses from him, you lay in his chest happy you achieved your goal.

You haven’t sent the video yet. You felt it was too soon, you wanted to make sure Haechan was yours all the way and it seemed to be proven correct by the subtle touches and clinginess he shows. “I see you two are really getting along!” Your mother claps her hands happily as Haechan’s father smiles warmly. She wasn’t totally wrong. The days they aren’t home it’s spent with your back blown and Haechan close to losing his voice by how well you suck him. As the days go on it’s even gotten riskier. At night when the desires are high, you couldn’t give a damn that they were in the next room to Haechan’s. A hand covering his mouth as you bring a finger to your lips. Bouncing on his cock as the bed slightly rocks into the wall, his hands already gripping tightly and securely around your hips.

During the day when they’re downstairs doing god knows what while you’re too busy being railed by Haechan in the bathroom. A leg lifted as he fucks you up on the sink, large mirror giving you two a full view of the sins you two were continuously making. Even in the same room as them you two dared touch each other. A movie night that has you two sharing a blanket ends with him shoving his fingers in your cunt and you fisting your hand around his hard cock. Finger furiously teasing the tip. At school you two even ditch your friends to go have sex. Janitors closet, bathroom stall, empty classroom. You two were sex addicts for the other. Haechan can’t stay away from you he needs you all the time. He feels sad when he can’t hold you. Something as simple as hugging you is a necessity for him and so when his girlfriend comes around and she’s the one hogging him rather than you he can’t help but find it irritating. He wants you and only you. No woman not even his girlfriend who he thought the world of can compare anymore. He’s falling in love with you and he doesn’t know whether he should worry or not but when the day ends and he’s back in your arms he know longer cares.

And so when Saturday came, roughly awaken from his dream of you. A loud shouting coming from the front door, he isn’t as bothered for the reasoning behind it. An angry looking Jenna, phone in hand showing him the video you sent her. An hour and a half of you two fucking each other’s brains out. Eyes bloodshot and hot tears smearing her mascara, arms wrapping around his mid waist that he soon identifies them as yours. A prideful look on your face as you lay soft kisses on his bicep. You weren’t worried nor anxious. Sending her the video was just the confirmation that Haechan was now officially yours and no matter what she has to reprimand him of, he won’t care.

“How could you!”

A shrug from him, had him closing the door in her face. Turning around and smiling down at you. Both parents out on a five day business trip, five days to show each other some more how well you two mix. Five days to show you how much he loves you and five days to show him you indeed have him wrapped around your finger.

“I love you.” He plants a kiss to your lips.

“So much.”

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headintheclouds-posts · 1 year

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Desperate moans escape your mouth as you grasp at him to feel more.

The moment he kissed you the whole world fell away, it was like you were walking on clouds. You shared a single breath as his fingertips ghosted your jaw.

“Haechan” you managed to choke out as he used a knee to separate your legs.

“Be patient my love” he responds grinding himself between your legs.

“I can’t, I need you”.

Impatience dripped from your voice as you cling to him, desperate for him to take you in an instant.

“Wait my love, because when you finally feel me, I want you to feel all of me, including the parts of locked away” he whispers before lifting you and laying you back on the soft mattress.

And with that, the most incredible night of your life begun.

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yoddream · 2 years

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[11:09 PM] The apartment door swung open as Donghyuck stepped inside with his arms full of bags. You started to get up to help, but he made this noise that was between a strangled yelp and a full-on screech. He waddled his way to the kitchen before dropping all the bags on the counter, and then he ran back to close and lock the door.

“I could’ve helped,” you commented.

“You still can. C’mon, I can’t put it all away by myself,” he replied with a grin.

Groaning, you got off the couch and shuffled over. Donghyuck had a system in the kitchen (even though you’re the one that did most of the cooking) and would whine every time you put something in the wrong place. The only problem was that he would change the system every few weeks without telling you. You’d since given up trying to get him to stick with one and just deal with the surprise of your ingredients missing.

“No, that goes in the cabinet closest to the hallway now,” Donghyuck said when you moved in the opposite direction.

Biting your tongue, you followed his direction and put it in the only empty spot. The next item in the bag stopped you in your tracks. It was one of your favorite snacks, and Donghyuck couldn’t stand them. He thought they were disgusting, but you loved them. When you found the box that you already owned, it felt like it should be replaced soon.

“Did you buy these?” you asked, fully knowing the answer.

Sure enough, Donghyuck gave you a weird look. “They’re in the bag, aren’t they?” He turned back to the fridge that he was currently stocking. “I moved them the other day and felt that the box was light, so I picked up another one today.”

Your heart felt so full. You stepped forward and pushed him against the counter before kissing him deeply. He made a noise of surprise before reciprocating. When you pulled away, there was a dazed, confused look on his face.

“Not that I didn’t enjoy that thoroughly, but what was that for?” he asked.

“For buying my favorite snack,” you told him.

“Really? All I did was buy some more.”

“Yeah, but you thought to pick it up even though you don’t eat it. It means a lot when you do stuff like that,” you tried to explain.

“What, buy you food?”

You shook your head with a smile. “No, when you notice I need something, or when you look at something at the store and buy it because you remember I like it. Like, you buy it without me asking for you to grab it for me.”

Donghyuck smiled. “I’m glad I can bring you that little bit of joy. “

“Me too.”

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inyourdreamzen · 1 year

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psycheyn · 2 years

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3:17 am

pairing: lee haechan x reader

warning: suggestive, hyuck talking about masturbation

"what?" he said, not convinced at all about what he learned about you.

"look, it's impossible you haven't masturbated all your life. you even got a boyfriend last year! he didn't even get to third base at all?"

"hey! language!" you pushed him on the side.

"and what's third base?" you ask but you didn't let him answer.

"nevermind, that's rhetorical. don't answer." you drink from your cup before you speak again.

"i know it's weird but really. i haven't done that." hyuck rolled his eyes.

"oh please. you didn't even try?"

it's not like you didn't try, actually you did. but it doesn't really make you feel good so you forget about it and didn't try it again at all.

but of course you don't know how to tell your bestfriend that.

"well..." you started but didn't finish.

"do we really need to have this talk?" you said, putting your palm to your head. "you're my bestfriend for pete's sake!"

"and yet i tell you all my sexcapades!—"

"that i didn't voluntarily want to hear, yeah?"

"okay, fair enough. but y/n," he said.

"you needed to let off steam. you almost punch renjun yesterday!"

"i don't really see the connection here, hyuck."

"sexually frustrated people tends to become more irritated than usual. and you are. they even become edgy— which, by the way, is also you. and i know it doesn't really explain well why i know you're sexually frustrated but trust me, i know it when i see one."

"just, give it a try again, you know." hyuck nudges at you.

"ugh. stop it! i'm not doing it again. the first time i did it felt... wrong. does it supposed to feel hurt?" you asked.

hyuck looked at you with his eyes widening but he laughed it off.

"oh my god, now you're talking!" he said, grinning.

"and to answer your question, no. that's not pain at all, sweetie." he walks up closer to you to bend over just enough to be leveled within your ears.

"that's pleasure. it's gonna build something up and when it's done, you'll get to come."

your mouth falls slightly open because of how he said it so sexily. you might even be wet down there just because of his vulgarity but you act as if you didn't faze at all.

"a no is a no." you emphasize. he backs away not too far from you, eyes full of amusement because of you and your actions.

"your body says otherwise, though."

"what?"

"you bet." he says, grinning. he isn't looking at you anymore instead, he's looking at your legs trying to close it in a subtle way that you thought he won't be able to notice.

"look at that. so much for a firm no, yeah?"

(シ. .)シ

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gfksn · 2 years

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☆ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐆 ! — 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐂𝐊 (ft. park jisung)

genre: fluff, non idol au

word count: 947

extras: slightly aged down characters, a tinge of angst

“c’mon y/n, join the game,” your little brother begged, waving your phone in front of you. “forget it jisung, i’m not gonna play your stupid roblox game.” “please y/n, it’s really fun, i promise.” you let out a loud groan and snatched your phone from his hands, “fine, but just this once,” you warned, “ i can’t believe i let you download this stupid game on my phone.” you joined the ‘adopt me’ game your brother was oh so excited about and customized your character. “so, what am i supposed to do?” you questioned, running around aimlessly. “first, you gotta go to the nursery and collect your starter egg, you can choose either a pet or a baby, then-“ “wait wait wait, a baby? how the heck is a baby hatching from an egg like that?” jisung clicked his tongue and took charge of your phone, now controlling your character, “just let me handle it okay.” you watched attentively, trying your best to understand what he was doing, but decided to let him do what he needed to. after a few minutes, your brother finally returned your phone, having prepared almost everything in the game for you, “here you go, just be careful when you’re trading okay.” “yeah yeah, i got it.” you mumbled, quickly ridding your house of the horrendous decor job your brother had done. little did you know, you should’ve listened to his warning.

you’d eventually gotten the hang of the game, easily doing tasks such as taking care of your pet dog, exploring the area, but most importantly, trading. it came so easy, maybe a little too easy. you were approached a random boy, by the user ‘haechan2006’, asking to borrow your pet for something “super important” and promising to give you a rare item once they’d returned it. you reluctantly agreed, having grown attached to the virtual pet even after playing for only a few minutes. the person happily took your pet and…that was it, they simply took your pet. “what are you doing? that dude just stole your dog!” jisung yelled, “what?! are you serious right now?” you quickly moved your character, running after the scammer who was now way ahead of you. “ugh that bastard! did i seriously just give my dog away? i can’t believe i did that!” you ranted, now getting closer and closer to the culprit. the boy immediately stopped once you’d caught up to him, turning his character to face yours. you angrily typed in the chat: ‘gimme back my dog’, which — much to your dismay — was replaced by a bunch of hashtags. the ‘haechan2006′ user replied with a ‘lol’ that only made your blood boil. you groaned loudly and jisung patted you on the back in an attempt to calm you down, “let me handle it okay.” you took a deep breath, handing your phone over to your brother. after what felt like ages, jisung finally ended his negotiation with the boy, earning him your pet in return. the ‘haechan2006’ ran off and jisung handed your phone back to you, “i got your dog back!” his voice seemed to be filled with glee, but his expression said otherwise. “you okay, ji?” you asked, gently stroking your brother’s hair. he shook his head, face saddening, “i got your dog back, but it was only because i gave mine to him.” that’s it, that ‘haechan2006’ user was going to pay. “don’t worry bud, we’ll get your dog back.” jisung looked up at you, eyes shimmering, “really?” you cooed at his cuteness and lightly pinched his cheek, “promise.”

two days had passed and your plan to get jisung’s dog back was finally in action. you scrolled through the ‘people’ list in the server, searching for ‘haechan2006’. once you’d found him, you sent a friend request eagerly waiting for him to accept it. and he did! “this is too easy,” you mumbled to yourself as you checked your friends list. you teleported to your new friend and approached his avatar with yours before sending in the chat: “wanna trade?” the boy accepted and you both entered the trading screen. after seeing what he was willing to give you, you went back to the chat and sent: “i want the dog back”. the boy immediately said no, about to back down from the trade, but you quickly stopped him, offering him a pretty rare egg. as expected, his greed got the better of him and he resumed the trade. he selected the dog to trade along with some others items, making you laugh to yourself. “oh haechan, greed truly doesn’t get you anywhere,” you traded a normal ground sloth fossil egg with a simple gift and collected your brother’s dog. “take that haechan!” you yelled as you made your avatar run away as fast as possible. “jisung, c’mere quick!” your brother bolted into the room, “what happened?” “i got your dog back!” you squealed, pulling your brother into a tight hug. he hugged you back, the both of you now jumping around, “really? thanks y/n, you’re the best.” “anything to see you happy ji.” you returned to your place on the bed and patted the spot next to you, “c’mon, you can watch me play for a bit before we trade later.” jisung happily crawled onto the bed, snuggling up to your side, he hummed softly before letting out a confused noise. “uhh y/n, that’s not my dog.” “what do you mean? your dog is right here.” he was joking, right? he had to be. jisung leaned in and took a closer look at the item on your phone, then shook his head, “that’s a toy dog.” “HAECHAN!!”

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multifandomania · 4 months

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Echoes of Love by Missus_Athena (multifandomania06)

✓ Part 2/4 of Star-crossed Lovers [SERIES]

✓ Haechan x Ryujin

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ghostofhyuck · 2 months

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Taguan ng Anak series 4

Idol! Donghyuck x coffee shop owner! reader

Summary: Donghyuck was a dreamer. He dreams of becoming an idol someday. You know that as his childhood friend turned girlfriend, that’s why you let him go.

But he also has other dreams, which is you. To have a family with you. Can his other dream still come true?

cw: mentions of pregnancy.

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“Thank you for today’s hard work!”

“We’ll see you tomorrow!”

“Fighting everyone!”

Donghyuck watched as the backup dancers left the practice room one by one. They were laughing and chatting, excited about going to this barbeque place nearby. Donghyuck could only hold on to his stomach as it grumbles — he’s starving but he’s on a diet right now.

“Hey,” a soft nudge removed his hands from his stomach. “Starving yourself is different from dieting, okay? Go eat something and then burn it with exercise.” a long-time friend and the head choreographer of his team, Ten said.

“Ugh hyung! You know how mad Johnny-hyung will be if he finds out that I ate something,” Donghyuck complains. Sometimes, his manager Johnny can be strict especially with taking care of his body.

Ten rolls his eyes, “I’ll tell him to cut you off some slacks. Your concert’s in a few days! If you fainted due to starvation then I’ll give him an earful lecture.”

Donghyuck only pouts. Giving time to think about it.

“Come on now! My treat! I heard that there’s a new coffee shop near this studio — I passed by the place and the smell was something!” Ten suggested, tugging the idol out of the dance studio.

“Hyung~” Donghyuck complains.

“If Johnny lectures you, he'll have our divorce papers sent to his office the very next day,” Ten mischievously grins. “Now come on!”

Donghyuck doesn’t fight anymore and follows Ten who keeps on lecturing him about maintaining a figure that is not all about cutting his food intake. Their feet found their way towards a coffee shop painted sky blue and had a huge teddy bear displayed on the window. Donghyuck couldn’t help but smile at how oddly unique the teddy bear was.

“Welcome — oh. Hello.”

Donghyuck's eyes went wide. Stopping his tracks when he saw you by the counter.

“Good, it’s just you here,” Ten smiles, scanning at the menu plastered on the wall. It was handwritten neatly on the blackboard, Donghyuck knows that it was your handwriting and the doodles were also made by you.

“Can I have one large americano please and oh, the glazed donuts looks delicious, I’ll have two please but can you wrap the one as a takeout?” Ten said casually, not even noticing Donghyuck’s stare at you.

You ignored Donghyuck’s piercing gaze, punching the older guy’s order.

“That’ll be 16,800 won,” you simply said, trying to fake a smile as you accepted Ten’s card.

“Wait a second. Hey Hyuck, what's your order?” Ten turns around to Donghyuck.

“I got it from here hyung, find us a table please,” the younger one says, shooing his friend away who seems to agree with him somehow.

You only roll your eyes. Trying your best to pretend that he’s just a random customer.

“I’ll have the taro latte and matcha brownie please,” Donghyuck says.

You didn’t say a word, punching his order.

“How have you been?”

“That’ll be 14,900 won sir,”

“Wow, you’re unbelievable,” Donghyuck mocks. “Do I have to remind you that you’re the one who broke up with me?”

“Yes, that’s why I am ignoring you,” you smiled sweetly. “Your order’s 14,900 won. I’ll just put it in your friend’s card too.”

“Really, you broke up with me with no valid reason over a text! You think I’ll let it slide that easily!?” he taunted, raising his voice a little bit. It was a good thing that it was a graveyard shift and it was only you who’s manning the shop.

“Donghyuck,” you whispered. “You’re an idol, I’m just a girl who’s working at a coffee shop. You have everything in this world, a breakup from your high school love shouldn’t change a thing.” you handed him the receipt and was about to go to the kitchen when the back door of the coffee shop opened.

“Mama!” a tiny voice shouts, making you run towards the voice. Your daughter sometimes gets so excited that she might trip while running.

“Haesoo, I told you to stay put inside the office,” you went to your knees and smiled endearingly at your daughter.

“But I’m bored! I want to go home,” she pouts. You tried your best to find an excuse when a shadow hovered over both of you. That’s when you realised that you made a mistake.

“You…” you looked up to see Donghyuck standing in front of you. His eyes locked on Haesoo who you immediately hid behind you. But your daughter seems to have caught Donghyuck that she slipped out of you.

“Oh you’re Haechan! You’re that idol,” Haesoo excitedly shouts pointing at Donghyuck who was in disbelief. Tan skin, bright eyes, and the set of fucking moles on her cheeks — the child looks so much like him.

“Yah, is she…I — she looks exactly like me!” Donghyuck shouts as if he’s not an idol. It was really a good thing that you’re the only person working during that hour.

“Hey, what’s going on here…” Ten’s voice trailed off as his eyes wandered at Haesoo who’s staring at Donghyuck, still starstrucked.

“What the fuck,” Ten whispers. Hands covering his mouth, gagged apparently.

Donghyuck was a dreamer. He wanted to sing. He has loved singing ever since he was a kid, which leads him to performing at many events. On your little town’s festival, on school events, or just any occasion that will give him the opportunity to showcase his talent.

He also has another dream — you. You were his childhood friend. Neighbours, classmates, friends, and eventually lovers.

Loving Donghyuck was the easiest thing that you could do. It was as if it was a natural thing for you to do. You know all his fears and deepest secrets and at the same time, he has seen you at your lowest and most fragile moments.

Eventually, Donghyuck has to choose between his dreams. When he heard that he was accepted as a trainee for one of the biggest agencies in South Korea, you don’t know whether you should be happy for him or not. You know what will be the end of your relationship if he becomes an idol, he’ll be in the spotlight and having a girlfriend is considered to be scandalous.

But Donghyuck fought for you. He wanted you to be part of his dreams, he was willing to keep everything a secret because he loves you so much that he doesn’t want to let you go. And so did you, so in the remaining years of his trainee life, you two shared a secret affair that made your love stronger than ever. You even moved to Seoul just to support him which has been the hardest for you especially when you’re balancing college too.

You didn’t tell Donghyuck that the reason why you broke up with him was because one of the staff of their agency caught you two. You weren’t threatened but instead, you were told that for the sake of Donghyuck’s career, you have to break up with him. Seeing that he’ll be debuting soon. You knew that it was best that you don’t go in his way.

And weeks later, you realised that you were right when you found out that you’re pregnant. You were scared at first but asked help from your family who helped you. You went back to your hometown and soon, everyone knows that you’re carrying Donghyuck’s child. They didn’t feign any disgusts to you but instead helped you in raising Haesoo especially when they know how much it hurts you that you have to let go of Donghyuck.

Haesoo was raised to be loved by everyone, the same way Donghyuck was raised to be loved by everyone. You wanted to stay in your hometown but when your friend pulled you into opening a coffee shop, which has been your long-life dream, you couldn’t miss the opportunity.

But it seems like fate is pulling the strings because somehow, you’ll end up meeting Donghyuck after many years.

“I’m angry!” Donghyuck shouts with annoyance. “You hid all of this from me! Do you know how devastated I was that I wasn’t even happy that I debuted!?”

From the outside. The coffee shop’s signage was written closed. Three tables away sat Ten and Haesoo who seemed to be enjoying each other’s company.

“I want to be his godfather!” Ten exclaimed, gushing at how cute Haesoo was.

While you and Donghyuck sat at another table. He says he wants to talk but it seems like his emotions are still all over him.

“I can’t believe it! I mean, look at her! She’s so cute!” Donghyuck shouts. “And you hide her from me!? I wasn’t there when she was a baby! I didn’t even carry her when she was a baby!”

Now Donghyuck was being overdramatic. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Donghyuck you know the reason why I hid her from you,” you said with a serious tone.

“Why!? Because you think I’ll choose you over my career?”

“Yes! That is why I made a choice for you! You were about to debut! I don’t want a child to stop you from achieving your dreams!” you shouted back.

“Stop that,” Donghyuck calmly said.

“I’ve known you ever since I was a kid, I know how much you love performing and becoming an idol. That’s why…I have to make a choice for you. I know that you don’t want to choose so that’s why I did that.”

“You’re stupid you know that?” Donghyuck sneers. “You’re so so so stupid. Do you even know me that much? You know that you’re also my dream!”

You stop when Donghyuck stands up and pulls you away from your seat. Confused, you didn’t even notice how Donghyuck’s hands slipped perfectly to yours.

“I may have achieved my dream of becoming an idol but you’re still the dream that I want to achieve the most,”

“Donghyuck —”

“I love you so so much. Don’t ever let me go again, okay?” Donghyuck promises to you. “I don’t care if I get scolded by my managers, just stick with me this time okay? You’ve fought for me, now I’ll fight for you.”

“You’re such an idiot Donghyuck,” you said breathlessly. You know that no matter how many times you say no to him, Donghyuck will come running after you.

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot,” he teases.

And even before you can even speak, Donghyuck holds your cheeks gently and crashes his lips onto yours.

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haechanhues · 9 months

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Corrupted II

pairing : haechan x (fem)reader

genre : smut.

warnings : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. unprotected sex is implied (sorry. protection is key) dom!haechan x sub!reader. y/n is horny to the point of no return she’s basically a unicorn. y/n is a brat and haechan is a bit more firm in this but he’s still whipped. dacryphilia. marking - mentions of marking. oral (f receiving) public sexual acts with a sprinkle of exhibitionism. mayhaps crumbs of toxicity and possessiveness but like- it depends on your views. if i missed anything let me know!

summary : all you can focus on is him and how much you wish he’d corrupt you like so many times before.

word count : 4.6k

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part one

main masterlist

playlist : angel pt 1 - jimin ft nle choppa, kodak black, jvke, muni long / chaconne - enhypen / friends - chase atlantic / it won’t stop - sevyn streeter

The honey dipper in your hands twirls as you stare mindlessly at the sticky golden brown substance dripping back into the container. Memories of this morning flicker through behind your eyes like film strips.

It had been his lips that greeted you first thing this morning, pressing little kisses down your neck and through the fabric of your sleeping clothes. All the way to the slither of exposed skin across your torso and filling your panties immediately with your arousal.

You hum, your fingers raking through his thick hair and squeezing at the roots. His dark eyes flicker upwards to see the hooded tell tales of your eyes and he growls before he slots his mouth over yours. An action you are all too happy to reciprocate.

Your eyes roll at the feeling of his tongue brushing against yours, the hairs on your arms rising at the tingles he leaves behind. Your left palm cups his jaw, following his lead at the best of your abilities, your right hand however, in comparison is a lot rougher, yanking at his hair with fueled desperation.

He smiles slightly into the kiss, pressing deeper into your mouth. The slight taste of citrus lingering on his lips has your whole body buzzing with nerves. Haechan grunts at a particular pull of his hair and his own hands envelop your wrists to pin them against the bed. Your head falling backwards as you pant at the much needed oxygen filling your lungs, leaving you lightheaded.

Haechan smirks from above you, watching the way your eyes are dusted with morning lust. You expect him to say something, anything but he doesn’t.

“Please-” You beg, finding the silence unbearable. The weight on your wrists flipping into your core.

The man cocks his head to the side in faux wonder, “What are you begging for?”

Your face scrunches up in despair as you writhe underneath him. His stare on you dark and you want to do nothing more than leave bites all over his throat, only to soothe it with the drag of your tongue. You want him to touch you, to push you over the edge with his fingers, his tongue, his cock, anything.

“Please,” You say again, hoping that the whine in your voice is enough for him to feel appeased, “Please.”

But, it’s not.

It never is.

“I need words, baby,” He’s stern and his eyebrows are raised in challenge. Daring you to release filthy dirty words from your sternum and into the air between the two of you. Something he knows your friends would have a heart attack over.

You swallow, “Your-…hands-”

“Hmm?” Haechan mutters as he lets his right hand trail from their hold on your wrist gently, “You want it?”

“Yes-” You admit.

His thumb reaches your face first, swiping across the bottom of your chin before getting caught on the plush of your bottom lip. Your mouth drops slightly open instinctively and his eyes narrow at the way his thumb meets the tip of your tongue, “Here?”

You shake your head to which he tuts before he lets his hand drop to your throat, wrapping around with a small squeeze that causes your thighs to clench together, “What about here?”

You let out a sound of retort again and Haechan loves the way he can hear your slightly constricted breath and how it thrums underneath his fingers. His eyes widen playfully, “But you liked it so much last time?”

You pout at his teasing and unconsciously cover his naughty hand with your free hand, letting your fingers tangle within his. Haechan sighs with faux disappointment as you lead his hands down your stomach to the place you need him. He stares right at the plead in your eyes as his finger hooks onto the waist band of your panties and lets the weight of his hand drop. Your eyes flutter shut as a stray finger brushes against your clit.

“You tell me you want it first and then I’ll give it you,” His voice is hardly teasing anymore and his facial expressions are set in stone. Pretty eyes stare into yours like a siren pulling you into the deep. His hands, frozen.

“I want your fingers,” Haechan tongue curls into the roof of his mouth, early celebration lacing his eyes dark and devilish. The beginning of a smile written so clearly in the corner of his lips.

“Where?” His voice tilts upwards as if his words are smiling with him.

“Inside me,” You say, breathless due to his gaze alone. Watching the way his face subtly changes with every filthy word that your mouth conjures. Reading what captivates him. Using it. Devouring it so he can devour you.

Haechan isn’t prepared for the hammering need he feels at your next words. The feeling of them. The power of them. The complete corruption of them.

“Please ruin me with your fingers,” You plead.

He groans then, a husky, “Good girl,” escaping his mouth before he slides two of his fingers into your mouth. He lingers a bit, basking in the feeling of your tongue rolling against his skin and your lips sucking on his fingers.

He removes his fingers from your mouth, watching the way a little bit of drool escapes and your ignorance to it all. He has all your attention and he thrives off it. Batting your legs open with his other hand, your knees bend to expose your pantie-clad pussy and the excitement in him grows. Hooking your panties aside with his thumb, he swipes his wet fingers down your sex. Drinking in the way your breath hitches.

You let out a surprised moan as he sinks his fingers into your pussy and Haechan’s eyes fall shut at how wet you are. How warm you are. He falls further forward so his body towers over yours, trapping you into the moment. He thrusts his fingers deeper, listening to the moans you make and enamoured by the wetness dripping down his fingers and onto his knuckles.

He picks up pace, feeling your walls suck him in with every pull. As he curls his fingers, you thighs start to shake and your hands clamp firmly onto his wrists. Your mouth opens into a higher pitched moan and his own mouth can’t help the wolfish grin that decorates his whole face. Your eyebrows are furrowed and you’re there but not really there.

Too focused on your pleasure.

Too focused on the orgasm that wants to break free from your core. To claim his fingers and make your whole body rumble with pleasure only he can give you.

Only he recognises the telltale vibrations of his phone but he ignores it, too lost in the way your mouth finds the heartbeat of his wrist and bites down on it, marking the skin. Haechan winces but continues his ministrations, his eyes on the prize.

Your head thrown back, preferably shaking. Letting out your deeply hidden sadist tendencies by clawing at his back or decorating his whole throat in your token love bites. Claiming him as yours to corrupt with your pink love.

You and your marking.

His phone buzzes again and he wants nothing more than to take it out on your pussy, short temperedness briefly filling him.

Your hands squeeze at his wrists, your lips restricting your whines from reaching a pitch high enough to break glass. He has half a mind to punish you later for it.

Buzz.

Bu-

He reaches for his phone angrily, reading the contact name with an angry huff before answering it, ‘What?”

His fingers stop and you stare after the guy in front of you, betrayed. Close to tears. Cheeks warm but all for nothing. His hand skims over the skin of your thighs, and you relax, basking in his gentle apology and affection. Missing the conversation, completely.

With a last farewell, he places his phone into his back pocket and you perk up at the possibilities of what he’ll do to you. How he’ll apologise to you. Instead, he licks his lips before pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I’m sorry, baby.”

You feel pain the size of a bowling ball drop straight onto your gut, wounding you. All that manages to escape you is a soft noise of complaint as he gets up from his position, “You were such a good girl for me, baby. I know. When I’ll come back, I promise I’ll reward you.”

He left you after that with a soft look in his eye and softer lips. You were too surprised to really whine. To beg and to plead or to quickly get yourself off on his shoes as he stood there. But to no avail.

You had then tried to pleasure yourself in the shower but only had his fingers in mind. Yours didn’t compare. Neither the shower head. Your new vibrator in need of charging. It seemed that nobody nor a higher power wanted you to come. And it was complete bullshit.

You had showed up to brunch with a furrowed expression, one that had your friends on edge. You had softened up marginally with every bite of food that entered your stomach but you still thought about him.

His fingers.

His lips.

His cock.

It made heat rise to your cheeks. Usually, your sex life didn’t interfere with your ‘outside’ life. Because never did Haechan leave you unsatisfied. Until now, and you were floating in your prolonged desire to come.

Your friends quickly came to the conclusion that Haechan had upset you, had all but jumped at the opportunity to voice their complaints. Comments that you heard time and time again. Comments that weren’t a secret to him either. It wasn’t as if they didn’t like Haechan. They did. He was attractive, charming and confident. They just didn’t like him for you.

Their angel in white.

Their pretty innocent in pink.

But that didn’t matter. You liked him for you.

After a momentary distraction that trailed from what was initially supposed to be a girls’ brunch turned into a self care day. One that softened you up and had you practically in love with your girls and what they meant to you. It made you feel so good that you were willing to follow them to the party down the road.

Straight into the proximity of Haechan again.

Haechan and his friends. The ones that stole him from you. The ones that have stolen him for the whole day.

Your friends sigh at the way your eyes light up at the sight of him, but make no effort to walk closer, opting to glare in his direction and dawdle towards the kitchen instead - in his line of sight. A reminder that he had a good girl in need of her reward.

But he doesn’t see you.

Mark does.

You almost forgive him for being the reason why you failed to come this morning.

Haechan licks at his bottom lip, attention focused on his spread of cards with a contemplative hum. His eyes raise at Mark’s nudge against the side of his legs before his own eyes follow to the older boy’s line of sight. You, sitting alone on the kitchen bench, looking all the more delightful than this morning. As if that were possible.

His lip curls into a devious smirk before he rises from his winning streak, abandoning it in favour of approaching you. You who is currently distracted by the twitching light above you, completely unaware of the presence behind you.

Haechan loves the way goosebumps bloom across your skin at the barely-there skim of his lips against your naked shoulder. You’ve got perfume on. The perfume that he brought you for your birthday. The type of perfume that gets you fucked in less-than-private areas.

Dangerous.

“Hi baby,” There’s a purr in his voice as he greets you and you fall into his gaze. So easily. Like prey. His eyes begin to darken when he observes how fucked out you look. Fucked and unsatisfied, apparently.

You pout at him, grasping at his clothing roughly before casting an angry look at his friends who are busy paying attention to the card game in front of them, “They’ve hogged you all day.”

“You need to learn how to share,” He nips at the tip of your ear before he blows into your ear. The action makes you shiver and he takes great pleasure in the way you’re practically melting at the slightest act.

“Haechan,” You plead and he can’t help the smirk that crosses his face. He can’t help teasing you. Especially when you grip at the elbow of his jacket so desperately.

“Okay, okay shhh” Haechan comforts, rubbing at the remnants of the goosebumps on the round of your thighs, “I’m here now. How long have you been like this?”

If you weren’t completely burning from the sinning thoughts running amuck , you would be sending Haechan straight to hell with the stare you inflict him with, “This morning.”

Haechan makes a non-committed hum and it takes all your self control not to fall to your knees and beg to let him take you in the kitchen right here right now. Your lips press together at the sensation the tips of his fingers leave behind on your skin and disappear underneath the fabric, slotting themselves in the most torturous place.

His middle finger traces circles against the skin of your inner thighs painting your whole body with heated need. Your hands grip at the fabric of his shoulders, bunching the rigid leather in a tight fist. He presses into you, your hair fanning out against the cool kitchen bench. His other arm slides to support your lower back refusing to let logic wipe the haziness from your thoughts and eyes.

He’s so enraptured by it.

How you smell.

How you’re whining in his ear.

Being such a good girl when he hasn’t even started yet.

“I missed you today,” He whispers, hooking his fingers into your panties, pulling at it and marvelling at the sound and feel of your arousal coating his fingertip. Your mouth falls open and he takes the chance to slot his mouth over yours. You return his kiss with desperation, immediately slipping your tongue into his mouth.

He only manages a chuckle before your kisses turn more forceful. More daring. More purpose driven. Teasing him with everything that drives him crazy. His smile sinks from his face as the kiss gets heavier. He consumes you and you consume him right back.

His thumb presses directly onto your clit causing a jolt of electricity to run straight through your body, your fingertips set alight. Your legs hook around his waist as you rut against his hand. Your bones heavy with want and plead.

“Woah,” A startled voice drags Haechan’s face away from yours, his attention quick to flit to the interruption with eyes sharpening with every second away from your lips. You chase after his mouth, stealing his breath away and he has to use the hand that was keeping you still on the counter to collar your throat.

You let out a short mewl and rut your hips forward in search of friction, either unaware or dismissive of the intruder. Haechan’s eyes briefly flicker back to you, shushing you with with a fond but sharp noise. He lets his fingers drop to your chin, absentmindedly pulling at the skin.

All you can focus is him.

His eyes.

Burning like fire, staring into your soul.

His fingers.

Long and beautiful, and yet you can’t help but think his fingers would look better inside you.

Wrecking you with them.

His wrists.

His tongue.

His neck.

Everything burns now. In the most delicious way. Your core, a fireplace and your thoughts, the embers.

You roll your hips towards his fingers again, enjoying the rush of realisation reach Haechan’s face. You don’t care about the location. Nor do you care about who’s watching. You’re too far gone.

But Haechan does.

“Get the fuck out,” He hisses, making sure the intruder scurries off before he returns to you.

“Please,” You plead, “I want you.”

Haechan bites his lip and leans into whisper directly in your ear, “Baby. There’s too many people here.”

“I don’t care,” You huff, trying to lure him into you by playing with his jacket and pulling him closer.

A part of him found pleasure in your words. You were his corrupted little thing. His good girl. His angel. His liquid honey.

Emphasis on the his.

He didn’t share. Not you. He didn’t doubt that some other drunk would walk in here and find you in a less than virginal position if you both continued to let the sexual need win.

“Fuck me where you wanna fuck me, Donghyuck, just pick a place and do it fast,” It was the most bratty thing you could say. One that warranted punishment - if he so desired. His eyes narrowed at you and your little fuck-me eyes.

Where did his good girl go?

His tongue swipes at his lower lip before he cocks his head to the side, eyeing the bedrooms that line the hallway. An idea strikes and you can see the way it lights his face. He leans in closer, enjoying the way you swallow at his closeness and your eyes follow his line of sight, “See that door over there? With the stickers? The decoy sock? That, my sweet girl is Mark’s room.”

Your back straightens and Haechan can feel the way your chest presses against him excitedly.

He had no idea you were such an unforgiving spirit underneath the sweet girl everyone knows you are.

Or that you craved him as much as he craved you.

You lead him to Mark’s room, the energy around you pixie like. He turns you around just as the door opens to press his lips against yours heatedly. You return his kiss with a fervour that makes him smirk. He presses further into you, feeling something akin to pride at the way you focus on his kiss. The fire in your eyes burning through your skin.

He groans as you take charge even as your knees start to weaken yet your kiss remains hungry. Desperate. So desperate. He shrugs his jacket off before helping you out of your clothes, letting his eyes explore the perky swell of your tits and the marks from another rendezvous expose themselves to him.

He loves the way you maintain eye contact with him when he lies you on the bed. Your gaze hooded and impatient and yet so trustworthy.

So trustworthy with a guy like him.

He can never get over it.

Hasn’t since he met you.

Doubts he’ll start anytime soon.

You watch him, biting your bottom lip as you wait for him to undress and have his way with you. Eat you out until you are writhing filthy in another man’s sheets. Watch you suck him dry and come in your mouth. Fuck you in a way that will send the both of you straight to the devil in handcuffs.

He stares at you in thought before he smooths his hands over the skin on the back of your thigh. He exhales deeply before he adds more pressure, the movement running straight through you like an electric current. Your pussy left tingling with anticipation.

His hands find its final purchase behind your knee, folding you slightly so that you’re spread completely open for him.

“Now, don’t get it twisted,” He’s stern and it sends another rush through you, “This is an apology for this morning. Talk to me again like you did in the kitchen- sweet girl I will fucking ruin you, you understand me?”

You almost moan at the words alone but nothing beats the way his mouth on you feels. How he licks a stripe up your pussy and grins at the way your whole face crumbles in pleasure.

Your hands grab at anything available. The sheets. Your tits. His hair. He moans into your pussy at your harsh grip and his eyelashes flutter. His eyes are dark as he drinks you in and you, you are fire. Your chest is glistening with sweat and Haechan’s hair tickles your navel as he sucks at your clit like a man starving from thirst.

Your legs try to close around his head but his grip on you is as stern as his warning. Your back is arched and you can feel your heartbeat in your cheeks and your throat. Your sounds are relentless. Changing with every method he brings you to heaven.

He removes his mouth from your pussy, his tongue licking at his lips that are coated with your first orgasm of the night. The easy orgasm. He’s breathing hard yet you’re breathing harder. Your chest rises as you collect yourself, feeling you have been saved.

“You good to keep going, baby?” He asks, at your more than excited consensual hum, the gentle grip on your ankles tightens, “It’s going to cost you. Don’t make a sound.”

Your eyebrows furrow and the questions must be evident on your face because it only encourages him.

“Not a single sound-” He warns, raising his body to his knees and pulling his shirt upwards. The metal chain around his neck standing out amongst his smooth sun kissed skin. You surge forward to connect your lips again and he lets you chase after his mouth, deepening the kiss so you can see how good you taste on his tongue before he disconnects himself.

With his eyes narrowed on you and your reaction alone, he plunges his fingers into your pussy, coating his fingers and his palm with your come and lathering it along his erect cock. Your breath hitches and he cocks an eyebrow in warning. Your eyes widen hurriedly pleading for his forgiveness.

Haechan finds it cute.

There’s nothing to forgive.

Not really.

Anything you want, he’ll give it to you.

“Do you know why you’re not going to make a sound?” Haechan wonders and pretends to ponder over your silence with disappointment, “No?”

He bounces the tip of his cock along the slit of your pussy enjoying the way your lips tightly press together in an attempt to be good for him. To abide by the rules he set. He sinks inside you slowly, enjoying the way you swallow him whole.

He huffs a breath of pleasure before he leans into whisper, like it’s a secret, “Because I want to see what happens when I take your moans away from you.”

He suddenly thrusts into you and the force of it has you seeing stars. Your mouth is wide open in a silent cry as he picks up speed, dragging his hips back and forth with such a delicious pace that you fear you look possessed past the point of exorcism.

At a particularly hard thrust, a strangled whimper leaves your lips only to be squashed by Haechan himself covering your mouth with his hands that are still coated with your come. His bangs shielding his eyes from your silent apologies as he keeps thrusting in that one place that drives you absolutely fucking crazy.

Your hands clamp around his wrist, nails digging into his skin as your whole body tightens in preparation of your orgasm. Your breathing has begun to fasten and your hips try to meet his thrusts to the best of your ability, hoping, really fucking hoping that he manages to come as well.

You cry into his hand as he thrusts faster, your throat burning with effort and coming up dry. Haechan is only spurred on by the little noises that manage to pass the borders of his hands and he feels the tell tale signs of his orgasm approaching as you go wriggle wildly beneath him.

At your orgasm you relax, eyebrows furrowing with a slight wince as Haechan rides both of your orgasms out before he pulls his cock out and collapses next to you, his hand falling away from you.

Slightly concerned by your silence, he peeks at your face, eyeing for a cue on your feelings. His mouth quirks upwards smugly as he sees your eyes glittery with unshed tears. He really can’t help but chuckle softly, rubbing at the top of your cheeks with a gentle brush of his finger.

You turn to him and your forehead falls onto his shoulder, exhausted, “I’m so embarrassed.”

“Why’s that?” He asks gently, using an abandoned pillow sheet to wipe at the come between your thighs. Your teeth grits at the sensitivity before your mouth swirls uncomfortably in your mouth, only comforted by his gentle insistence, “It’s just us...no need to be embarrassed. You can tell me anything. If you didn’t like i-”

You shake your head, “No! No- I- just....that guy who caught us with your hand up my skirt. I’m so mortified. I was literally-”

Haechan snorts, “Why? He’s not getting any-”

You chortle out a giggle before disciplining him with a quick slap to his shoulder, which he pretends hurts a little. You circle your finger onto the slightly reddened area to trace a gentle butterfly as an apology.

At your kinder than kind eyes that have the whole word Haechan needs in them, he presses kisses to your cheek repeatedly, “Is my needy baby no longer needy?”

Your chest rustles as your mind whirs for what it desires, “I feel like chips.”

A chesty laugh escapes him as he listens to your request, “Chips!”

He stands from the bed, grinning at you as he gets changed again, watching you with such fond eyes of both disbelief and affection.

“Yeah! What’s wrong with it?” You bicker back, enjoying the way your heart beats in your chest when he looks at you with an endeared look like that.

He shakes his head as he dawdles out the door, “I just fucked your brains out and you want chips.”

You thank him with a scandalised and giddy giggle and that’s all he needs to collect your chips like he was made to be your delivery man. He shuts the door softly before he trudges through the hallway alone, the smile on his face that is purely reserved for you and you only melting with every step.

Mark’s expression drops as Haechan returns to them with messy hair and a celebratory grin, “No fucking-”

Haechan grins, “We’ll clean up when we’re done.”

Mark’s face drops even further as Haechan cackles and grabs at the last bag of chips before he makes his way back to Mark’s room. His eyes waltz across the room with disinterest before he pauses in his stride at a familiar frame.

Too familiar.

He’s standing in a circle of other guys - about five nameless and therefore faceless bodies that Haechan ignores as he places a firm grip on one of their shoulders, holding him close as he leans in to whisper, “Remember me?”

The grin Haechan sports right now is so different to the one you see. So different.

The guy shakes as his eyes scan Haechan, nodding hurriedly and at that affirmation Haechan leans in, “If I find you talked about her in any way...I’ll fuck you up.”

The warning is clear. Haechan’s face is as hard as a brick and that is all the intruder needs to agree with the terms. This time, Haechan smiles before saluting the boy and walking away. The unforgiving little brat underneath your innocent eyes, a secret between the two of you once again.

Because, only he gets to see how far his corruption has run deep.

author’s note : so uhm it’s not quite june.. but i did have quite a bit of fun writing this and then again, not at all. it was a weird time but here we are. i also tried to edit it but like i’ve got midnight brain (translation : no brain cell function that has any real worth) but that’s probably all i’ll write for this couple unless i get a really good idea but i’ve got another haechan story incoming.

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nctsjiho · 1 year

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Trust Me One More Time

genre: angst, parent!au pairing: Haechan x oc, Haechan x female!oc, idol!Haechan, ex-idol!oc cw: (bad) parenting; arguing; talks about "giving up"; this is a really heavy fic (imo) with a heavy but hard to explain plot without spoiling it all, if u read this fic, feel free to stop whenever you feel uncomfortable

This is NOT part of the same NCT addition!JiHo AU. Think of this as an alternate version of that universe or part of the imagine series I have done so far under 'writer.answers'. If you are stumbling upon my blog for the first time, this is a standalone fic u can read pretty much without knowing anything about my oc.

❀ Being new parents isn't easy. Still being able to care for his child while being an idol, Haechan can't seem to understand the mother of his child's struggles.

“Don’t cry, baby,” the new father cooed as he walked towards the cot, having just returned from work. He leaned over the bed to find his son’s restless body. Despite not being able to move much, the little baby had mustered all his strength to reach his tiny arms out once he saw his father. “What’s gotten you so upset?” Haechan asked with a pout as he brought the baby up in his arms. “Let’s get you something to eat.”

Haechan ignored the figure on the couch as he decided to retrieve a bottle of milk for his child first. When he returned to the living room he sat down on the couch, still skillfully handling the baby in his arms and started to give him his milk. “There you go,” he whispered softly before turning to the mother of his child.

“Why didn’t you feed him?”

An exhausted, emotion-filled sob left Jiho’s lips. “I tried, but he wouldn’t eat,” she told him while she still didn’t make eye contact with him.

“How long ago was that?”

“I don’t remember.”

Silence filled the rather dark room, only lit up with a small yellow-toned table lamp. It wasn’t a comforting silence. The tension between the two adults was only thickening, so much so that it seemed like Dongmin—their child—felt it as well. The 4 month year old had stopped drinking for a significant amount of time, causing Haechan to look back down at him which seemed to comfort him as he started to drink again. “So what? Were you planning to let him starve? He’s eating just fine now.”

“It wasn’t that long ago,” Jiho whispered again.

“Maybe he’s scared because you’re acting like that.”

That's where the conversation ended for the moment. Haechan finished feeding the baby and moved him to the nursery where another cot was. He waited for Dongmin to fall asleep before returning to the living room, where Jiho still sat.

“This is exactly what I mean,” he sighed and blatantly motioned over her form. “You’re sitting there like you’re straight out of a horror movie. With your hair in your face, wearing the same clothes that you’ve been wearing for a week now. Jiho!” he suddenly yelled her name, getting her to look at him. “Get a hold of yourself.”

Haechan was almost begging her at this point, he was getting tired as well.

“I tried—”

“Try harder! This isn’t just any child, this is our child.” By now, Haechan had kneeled down in front of her. “You’ve always been amazing with children. What’s different now?”

“He’s… our child.”

Haechan shook his head as if he was in disbelief and moved even closer to Jiho. He pulled her legs down off the couch away from her chest and wrapped his arms loosely around her waist. “All the more reason for you to love him. You love him don’t you?”

“He doesn’t like me.”

“It’s only been 4 months, Jiho,” he told her as his hand softly caressed her lower back. It had become a habit since during the last months of her pregnancy she always complained about her lower back and he always gave her massages for it. “You just need to spend more time with him—”

“I’m always here! Haechan, I’m the one who gave up on being an idol for this. I’ve been with him ever since—”

“You never call Dongmin by his name.”

Jiho pushed Haechan away and threw her head back in annoyance. Once she sat back straight, causing Haechan to see her face again, he could see that angry tears were running down her cheeks. “Your son hates me.”

“He’s our—”

“HE’S NOT MY CHILD!”

Those words took Haechan by surprise. In his shocked state he couldn’t even notice Dongmin starting to cry in his nursery—probably having heard the commotion from his parents. “How could you say that?”

“I had to give up everything! I stayed with him ever since he was born and did everything for him because you said we could do this. You said we would be great parents. I— I’m not a good mother, Haechan,” she confessed.

“I can’t get him to eat anymore. He won’t take bottles from me, he doesn’t even like me holding him. He cries the whole day if you aren’t here. How can I be a good mother if he doesn’t even like me?”

At this point Jiho had crashed onto her knees on the floor and started sobbing. The Jiho that was crying in front of him wasn’t the Jiho Haechan used to know. She wasn’t the girl—now woman—that he once fell in love with.

“Then try harder.”

Hearing those words, Jiho looked up at him in disbelief. Haechan was hovering over her with a hard to read expression on his face.

“What?” Her voice sounded a lot smaller than she expected it to sound.

“I’m not here to work the whole day, to provide for our son only for you to sit here and cry because you’re having a hard time feeding him. Maybe if you breastfeed him like the doctor told you to, Dongmin would trust you more.”

Confusion washed over Jiho as she didn’t expect Haechan to suddenly turn on her and sound so condescending. “What are you talking about? You knew I never wanted to breastfeed even before he was born. You knew this.”

“I want to help you Jiho, I really do. I know that we should’ve been more careful, that you put your trust in me and it’s my fault that we have a child now, but Dongmin is beautiful. He was an accident, but he’s the happiest little accident that I cannot get myself to regret. I know I broke your trust before, but ever since we found out you were pregnant I’ve never left your side. Can you please trust me again? We can do this together, okay? Isn’t that enough?”

Haechan had pulled Jiho closer to him, holding her by her forearms as he asked for her trust once again. However, Jiho started to shake her head.

“It’s not enough, Haechan. I’ve been scared ever since I found out I was pregnant. I’m still scared and you haven’t acknowledged it until now. Hell, I still don’t know if you realise it. The only reason I haven’t— the only reason I went through with it all is because it’s made you happy.”

“I—” Haechan stopped himself from speaking, feeling frustration rise in his body once again. “Let’s talk about this during dinner, okay? You order whatever you like. I’ll go check on Dongmin, we woke him up again.”

Jiho didn’t respond, but Haechan didn’t wait for a response anyway. He had already turned to go to the nursery, where he found his little boy crying once more. The baby was a bit fussy, but instantly calmed down once his father picked him up and swayed him around for a bit. “Your momma is a good person. She’s just really scared and appa hasn’t been very patient or considerate of her. Don’t tell her I said this, but I still love her very much.” Haechan chuckled a bit at how pathetic he sounded, but quickly shrugged it off. He placed a soft kiss on his son’s forehead before placing him back down in his cot. Dongmin fell asleep instantly.

Haechan took a little moment to regain himself before walking back into the living room. “Jiho,” he called out for her, but there was no response. “Jiho?” When she still didn’t answer and he couldn’t see her when peering through the door to the kitchen, Haechan decided to look through the whole house.

He checked Jiho’s room first. Haechan had never stood still by the fact that her room was pretty much empty since the first day they moved into the house. It had none of her personality and although Jiho was more of a minimalist, Haechan remembered how her dorm rooms from the time she was still an idol were filled with little trinkets. She used to always hold onto meaningful—and even meaningless—gifts from the members and fans. This room only held a bed, a dresser, a bookshelf and a chair she would read those books in.

Moving on—not forgetting to knock on the bathroom door and checking if it was empty—Haechan walked through all the rooms in the house until he reached his own bedroom. His room was right next to Dongmin’s nursery, only separated by an ensuite bathroom.

“Jiho?” He pushed the door open hoping though not expecting Jiho to be inside. As he predicted, there was no one in his room. He looked around and noticed the two pictures on his dresser. One of them was of him and Jiho while they were still coworkers. They were younger, though not by much and they seemed incredibly happy. The second picture was of them a few weeks after Dongmin was born. Haechan was the one holding Dongmin while Jiho sat next to him. She looked visibly tired in the picture, something that Haechan hadn’t noticed before. He also realised that in every picture that they have together, Haechan was always the one holding Dongmin. The only exception being the picture of when the doctor handed Jiho Dongmin when he was just born.

Returning to the living room, Haechan had dialled Jiho’s number, hoping she would pick up and explain she was just picking up some food at their favourite Thai place down the street. Something stopped him dead in his tracks though, when Haechan noticed something missing. It took him a second to clock what he had seen—or had not seen—before he set out in a panic.

The sweater he was wearing the whole day and had dropped on one of the chairs in the living room when he returned from work was missing. He walked towards the front door and Jiho’s shoes—the ones that she could slip onto easily whenever they decided to go on a quick walk—were gone. “Ji…”

With a deep, shaky exhale, Haechan slipped on his own shoes and ran towards the neighbours door. At the urgent knocks on the door a woman in her mid to late 30’s opened the door and asked what was wrong. “Mrs. Choi, please look over Dongmin for a while. He’s sleeping in his cot in the nursery.”

Mrs. Choi nodded quickly. “What’s wrong? Where is Jiho? Is everything okay?” she fired the questions as soon as she noticed something must’ve been horribly wrong.

“I don’t know, I— I’ll be back,” Haechan yelled out in a hurried stuttering mess before running down the stairs towards the street.

He started taking off to that favourite Thai place over there, only to be confronted by the sign he forgot about. Closed permanently in big black letters letters on the door. “God damnit,” Haechan cursed, turning around and starting to run the other way, not knowing where to go.

“Haechan?” A familiar voice stopped him.

With a relieved sigh, Haechan ran up to the old owner of the Thai restaurant. “Sir, have you seen Jiho?”

“Your wife?” Not having the time to correct the older man, Haechan nodded. “I’m sorry, Haechan. I haven’t seen her. Why? What’s—”

“I’m sorry! I have to go!” Haechan yelled as he hurried further down the street continuously trying to reach JiHo’s phone that she wouldn’t pick up.

Sweat was beating down his face and if he wasn’t so preoccupied with other thoughts, he would’ve thought he was close to having a heart attack with how hard his heart was beating. “Jiho!”

When he finally reached the park he frequented with Jiho and Dongmin, he stopped to catch his breath again. He took a few moments, his hands were shaking violently.

“Jiho… I— You’re an amazing mother. If there’s one thing I want you to know, then it would be that you are the bravest woman I know. You trusted me despite me giving you the life you hated. Yet you still stuck with it. You still try to take care of Dongmin despite having a hard time. If you were a bad mother— You would’ve given up by now, but you didn’t.

“I don’t deserve you, Jiho. But— Dongmin needs you. He needs a mother like you. Please… Jiho please don’t give up. I love you—”

Beep beep beep~

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S/N: idk what tag to post this under so for now I'll use jiho.writings and post it on the main writing masterlist under it's own thingy. Might be subject to change, so if u don't find it under that masterlist it will be on my main pinned masterlist.

masterlists: main masterlist || jiho.writings masterlist

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hazyhae · 2 months

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indica dreams | ldh

plug!hyuck x fem!reader ft. bestie jeno and cousin johnny

summary: when you finally decide to do something about your sleeping problem, your best friend suggests weed as a solution. he introduces you to donghyuck — a plug who makes it his personal mission to teach you everything there is to know about it.

wc: 11.7k 18+ mdni

cw: fluff, mild angst, smut, weed/marijuana use in multiple forms, unprotected penetrative sex (wrap it up!), creampie, oral (receiving), flirty down bad soft dom!hyuck who's highkey a simp, dirty talk + voice/praise kink, reader has sleep problems and is a chronic overthinker, reader has a bad trip on weed, tender loving and reassurance, baby/sunshine/my girl as petnames

you turn over in your bed for what feels like the hundredth time, eyes shut tight as you groan in frustration. you open your eyes and feel around for your phone, blinding yourself once the screen faces you. 4:23 a.m. great.

when your alarm set for work blares just a few hours later, you feel as though you shut your eyes for only a few minutes, reluctantly getting up to start your day.

this has been happening for a while now — maybe 1 or 2 months? you’re not sure when exactly it started, but you know the stress from work has been affecting your sleep schedule terribly.

you’ve tried melatonin — huge headache the morning after. other methods you tried led to something similar or didn’t work at all, and it frustrates you to no end. after another day of fighting to stay awake at work passes by painfully slow, you sit on your bed brainstorming with your best friend over the phone.

“i think we’ve gotta do something about the stress, then maybe the sleep will come with it?” jeno’s voice rings through the speaker. you can tell he’s just waking up, evident in his low voice and delayed responses.

“like what? quit my job?” you ask sarcastically. “you know i can’t do that.”

“i know, not that.” you can almost hear him shrug. jeno never has any problems sleeping, being able to sleep through the night and even take a nap or two throughout the day with his work from home job.

a lightbulb seems to flash in his head as he lets out a small gasp. “wait,” his voice sounds closer to the phone speaker, and a few seconds later, your phone buzzes with a new message.

6:06pm jenjen: dongfuck 010-xxxx-xxxx

“dongfuck?? who the hell is that?” you ask, confused and almost slightly irritated.

“oh shit, i forgot it sends the contact name and everything,” jeno laughs. “anyways, i think the answer to your problems is some good old weed.”

you pause. it’s not as if that never crossed your mind, in fact it has even before your sleep problem came about.

you never entertained the interest as no one in your friend circle knew enough about weed for you to feel comfortable trying it for the first time and you haven’t had the energy to go out as much, giving you no chance to meet someone who does.

“i could be down? but what do you know about weed, lee jeno?” you ask your friend suspiciously.

“no, not me,” you hear him tap on the phone for emphasis. “that’s where my buddy dongfuck comes in.”

you don’t know why, but your gut feeling tells you that you might be in for more than just a good night’s sleep.

lee donghyuck

the new contact in your phone apparently belonged to the resident stoner of his friend group who hustles as a local plug, and while jeno had his thoughts about the guy, quoting pain in the ass and corny flirt, he couldn’t deny that he knows more about weed than anyone he’s ever met. and as much as jeno talks shit, you know how he’d be if he actually hated the guy.

you had texted the new number nervously, asking if he could give you the basics on getting high, and he had responded with “it’s too much to text” and an address. jeno trusted the guy, so you did your best to brush aside your nerves.

it’s your saturday off when you arrive at the address he sent, triple checking that you are at the right place. your gps leads you to a building that looks like a 2-story house. it’s so lowkey that you probably would have walked right past it if you weren’t looking for it, but upon closer inspection it has a very minimal but aesthetic exterior, with vines running alongside the house’s entrance.

“NCTeaHouse” a sign reads right above the door, and you peek inside the small window in the door to see the interior. your mouth forms an o as you realize the house is in fact a store.

the front door opens suddenly, almost hitting you in the face as you step back in surprise. a dark haired man with rounded glasses peeks his head out from behind the door.

“oops, my bad. __ right?” he asks, a little unsure.

“yeah, and you’re donghyuck?” you ask, taking in the man who looks to be around the same age as you.

“just hyuck is okay, come on in!” he says cheerfully, opening the door fully. “i was wondering when you were gonna come in, saw you wandering around the entrance for a good 5 minutes,” he chuckles.

your face gets hot at the knowledge that he saw you like that. “i was making sure it was the right place, okay?”

he hums and leads you in, and you take in the view of the shop around you. it’s tiny, but warmly decorated, browns and earth tones dominating the space with boxes lined along the shelves and few displays in the middle of the shop. he goes behind the front counter, bent down as he rummages through a box.

you take a look at products at the register, finding that they are different tea bags. glancing back at the displays, you recognize the other boxes to also be different tea brands, and some other products you don’t recognize.

“is this where you sell?” you ask, seeing that he’s still looking for something.

“oh no, not here, this is my side job. we sell tea, coffee, and some other stuff.” he gets up with a smaller box in hand, leaving the register as he beckons you to a back room. “but it’s my cousin’s shop, i just help here when i can.”

the back room is also warmly decorated, simple with 2 couch chairs, a table with a coffee maker, and a tiny fridge with a small burner on top.

“you can sit in one of those chairs, do you want some tea?” he asks. you decline politely and sit as he places a kettle on the small burner, turning it on before sitting on the other chair.

“aren’t you working right now? i don’t want to take up too much of your time,” you ask worriedly, not expecting the address he sent to be his workplace. he shakes his head.

“nah, trust me, we barely get any customers, and if they do they’ll ring the bell out front,” he says, waving his hand. “anyways, jen told me you wanted to learn about weed? what do you want to know?”

you feel your face get hot again. you know quite literally nothing about weed, and to admit that to a friend of a friend is a little embarrassing. but again, if jeno trusts him, so do you.

“to be completely honest.. i know nothing about it. i just know i have trouble sleeping at night and jeno suggested it might help,” you tell him.

“so just for sleep?” he asks.

“well, yes.. and no,” you start. you finally have the opportunity to learn the ropes from someone who actually knows what they were doing, but would he be down knowing you were starting from ground zero? he peers at you, noting that your expression looks a little conflicted.

“hey, no need to feel shy about it. everyone has to start somewhere,” he assures.

his words have more of an effect on you than you would expect, feeling touched at the reassurance of someone you barely know. it’s crazy how one sentence can have you feeling like you can trust him with whatever, but you nod in response.

“i think.. i’d like to learn at least the basics about weed, or even more if you’re willing? i’ve always been interested but never had the chance to explore it, but something tells me that’s what you’re all about,” you let your inner thoughts spill. he noticeably lights up at your words.

“and you’re absolutely right! trust me, as long as you’re willing to learn, i’m more than willing to teach,” he chimes, excited for someone who could potentially be as into weed as he is.

like you, none of his close friends really indulge in the substance, and it’s not like he can smoke on the regular with his customers, so he feels genuine excitement at the prospect of a weed buddy.

the sight of his lit up face at your curiosity really reassures your decision to trust jeno’s recommendation. as if on cue, his kettle starts whistling and he gets up to turn off the burner.

you watch as he pours the water into a mug he had set to the side. your eyes trail over his outfit: a comfortable looking brown hoodie paired with some ripped jeans that hug his long legs just right.

your eyes move back up to his face, only to see him staring back at you with an eyebrow raised.

“like what you see?” he asks with a teasing grin. you groan to hide your embarrassment, now seeing what jeno meant when he called him a corny flirt. but you really were checking him out, so you quickly try to come up with an excuse.

“i’m just thinking you don’t really look like you’d be a plug,” you redirect. he shakes his head.

“and what do you think a plug should look like?” he asks, face the tiniest bit more serious. the question surprises you.

“i guess, a little scarier?” you say quietly. you do imagine a plug being that way — quiet, intimidating, maybe a few tattoos. definitely not the man in front of you with his big brown eyes behind a pair of silver framed glasses, fluffy hair and even fluffier hoodie. he laughs at your answer.

“and that is where you are wrong,” he tuts at you, waving a finger. “stoners come in all shapes and sizes, and this plug of yours just happens to be incredibly charming and handsome.” he wiggles his eyebrows at you, and you can’t hold back your laughter.

aside from the last part, his words ring true, and you feel a little silly at your preconceived notion. one of the main things that has stuck out from him so far is his lack of judgement, and it’s something you admire. maybe this really is a good thing for you.

“anyways, when are we gonna start these lessons?” you ask, returning to your original goal.

“we can start now if you’ve got time,” he smiles, taking a sip of his tea. you check your phone, noting that not too long has passed since you arrived. you don’t have any plans besides trying to catch up on sleep, but you know that will probably be futile. why not?

“i’ve got time,” you let him know, and he meets you with a bright smile. he gets you some water, telling you to get comfy for his “weed 101” course.

“so let’s start with sativa vs. indica.” he types something in his phone, pulling up a slideshow. “all weed will fall into one of these two, or a combination of some sort.”

“you didn’t have to make an entire presentation??” you gasp. he must really be that eager to teach you.

“just let it happen, trust the process,” he insists. “anyways, you’ve got that sleeping problem, so anything indica would be your best friend,” he explains, showing you different examples on his phone.

“and what about sativa?” you ask, and he grins.

“that, my friend, is what you smoke when you want to have fun.”

you quickly realize that there is so much more to weed than you initially thought.

he jumps from topic to topic on different strains, smoking vs. edibles, joints vs. blunts, pipes vs. bongs — it was a lot. your head spins as you try to recall all the information he’s given you, and he takes notice at the shift in your demeanor, even if you try to feign the same eagerness you had coming into it.

“is it too much? we can take it slower, break it into sessions maybe,” he offers. you’re really wowed at how down he actually is to do this, and if you’re being completely honest, hanging out with an attractive guy while learning about and potentially indulging in some weed plus hopefully getting a good night’s sleep out of it? it sounds too good to be true.

“won’t that be taking too much of your time?” you ask worriedly.

“i’m true to my word, as long as you’re willing to learn, sunshine, i’m all yours,” he says, mouth pulled into his same grin as he downs the last bit of his tea, probably cold now after hours of talking. “plus the next few times you come, i’ll bring my stuff so you can try it out.”

you know you aren’t immune to his charms, and your face warms at the affectionate words. despite the corniness jeno complained about, hyuck had a way of keeping you on your toes while giving you an odd feeling of ease.

“i think i’d like that a lot, thank you hyuck,” you beam. an alarm on his phone rings, and his eyes widen.

“it’s already time to close? time flies,” he says getting up from the seat to start closing up shop. you get up too, ready to head home. “wait,” his voice halts you.

“are you hungry?” he asks a little timidly, a stark contrast for how casual he’s been this entire time.

you’ve been there for a while, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t starving at that point. “yeah definitely, my last meal was breakfast,” you recall.

“okay sit tight, then. dinner’s on me, let me close up really quick,” he smiles, and before you can protest, he’s rushing through the break room door. a smile rests on your own face. you pull out your phone to check the time, seeing messages from jeno.

4:29pm jenjen: u ok? he didn’t eat you did he

5:50pm jenjen: dude wait are u ok neither of you are responding to me 5:50pm jenjen: don’t replace me ):

7:15pm you: stop you big baby we were just having a good conversation 7:16pm you: ngl i’m glad you introduced us, i have a good feeling about this jen (:

even after you insist you pay for your own and treat him as thanks for his lessons, hyuck stubbornly refuses and pays for the entire dinner bill. as he pulls up to your apartment to drop you off at home, he places a box in your lap before you exit his car.

“tea?” you ask, eyeing the box. reaching over to your lap again he taps on the box, punctuating his words.

“this right here is something i mixed up a while ago. i’m not the biggest edible person, so when i don’t feel like smoking, i’ll drink some of this. there’s barely any weed in it, but steep it for like a minute and try some an hour or two before you sleep.”

he looks incredibly proud of his own creation, but you’re a bit conflicted. it’s difficult to meet his energy when you’re nervous at the thought of trying weed for the first time on your own.

you don’t voice your nerves, not wanting to dampen his excitement. he’s already given you a lot and you just met the guy.

“thank you hyuck, i appreciate it.” you open his car door, getting down with the box in hand. “see you next week?”

“no problem at all, try that and let me know how it goes okay? i’m kinda not the biggest texter, so call for anything,” he says softly. “i’ll see you next week, sunshine.”

with the nickname sending a buzz through you, you close his car door, padding up to the front of your apartment complex before turning to wave. he waves back, flashing his headlights, and he doesn’t leave until you’re completely inside.

you go into your kitchen, placing the box on your counter. you open it, pulling out a paper accompanied by little tied sachets containing an assortment of dried leaves.

steep for two minutes with boiling water, can steep longer if you want a stronger tea.

-h

you smile to yourself. lifting a sachet to your nose, you note that it smells like a regular bag of tea. he did say there was barely any weed in there, so maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try?

you double back on that thought. you really don’t know how you’re gonna react to it, and the anxieties crawl back up your throat. what if it doesn’t turn out well, and you’re all by yourself with no way of getting the substance out of you?

you don’t want to risk it. you put the contents back in the box and place it in one of your cabinets. maybe you’ll invite jeno over to try it with you so at least you’d have someone with you if it all goes wrong.

you get ready for bed, hoping that the night brings you even a little sleep.

your hopes are unfounded when you wake up to a call from your manager, begging you to come into work to help fix an urgent problem. she promises you double pay and breakfast, and reluctantly, you accept.

you head to work with only the idea of some extra money in your pocket keeping you going, but you know already the second you step foot into your work building that you will be fighting for your life for the next few hours.

by the time the sun has set, you’re dragging yourself through your apartment door, wanting nothing more than to sleep for the next 24 hours. you change out of your work clothes, hopping straight into bed and closing your eyes in hopes that sleep will take you.

when your eyes open an hour later, frustration bubbling at your throat from an hour of tossing and turning despite your utter exhaustion, you rip your sheets off, heading to your kitchen.

you open a cabinet, taking out a familiar little box. you’re willing to give this a try — anything to get some good sleep. but anxieties still run through you as you take out your phone to text your best friend.

8:35pm you: jen wyd?

you wait for a few minutes staring tiredly at your phone until a message pops up.

8:41pm jenjen: out with jaem what’s up?

you sigh, letting your friend know to forget it, and open the box. there sits a familiar note, and you trace over the neat handwritng.

call for anything. hyuck’s words ring in your ears. before you know it, you’re moving on autopilot and repeated ringing sounds through your speaker, his name displayed on the screen.

rrrring. rrrring. with every ring you feel more anxious, debating on just hanging up and resorting to melatonin, and when it reaches his voicemail, your heart sinks.

you end the call, placing your phone in your pocket and deciding to look for your forgotten sleep supplements. you don’t even take more than a couple of steps when your phone starts buzzing. you answer without even checking the id.

“__? what’s up?” his voice rings through the speakers and relief floods your system.

“hyuck, sorry to bother, but are you busy right now?” you ask.

“free for you, and not a bother, don’t apologize,” he says, and you can hear the smile on his voice. your cheeks twitch into a slight smile at his sweet words, but the tiredness seeps into your words.

“i’m gonna try your tea.. i’m so exhausted and i can’t sleep but i’m just so nervous about trying this by myself — oh and i called jeno but he’s busy — i’m sorry i ju-” your sleepy spiel is interrupted by his voice.

“woah, woah, sunshine, let’s slow it down a bit. no need to apologize for anything, really,” he assures.

you feel as though you could cry from the combination of relief and sheer exhaustion, now a little calmer explaining your circumstances and nerves at your first time having any sort of weed.

“hey, go ahead and try it, and i’ll stay on the phone until you fall asleep, okay? you can tell me if you’re feeling bad or weird or anything and i’ll be right here.”

“promise?” you ask hopefully. it’s not ideal to be asking someone you’ve known for literally a day to stay on the phone with you, but your tired mind and body scream sleep over shame.

he laughs. “you’re so cute, yes i promise.” you try not to show how much of an effect his words have on you, masking your stirring feelings by warming some water.

in the next 20 minutes, you’re sitting in bed with a cup of hot tea, taking small sips and letting the aroma waft as you chat over the phone. he’s right, the tea tastes nothing like the pungent scent of weed you are familiar with. his tea is calming and herbal.

“tell me about your day,” he requests, and you start from the call from your manager in the morning, explaining how some intern almost cost your company a client under your project, and you had to save their ass.

“you’re too good for them,” he says smugly.

“you’re just saying that, but thank you,” you reply, and he denies it, whining slightly.

“i would never say anything i don’t mean,” he asserts. he acts offended that you would even insinuate he was only flattering you, and you try not to read too much into his words, now halfway through your cup of tea.

“how about you tell me about your day, hyuck?” you ask, changing the subject.

he’s happy to talk about his day, lamenting spending his entire weekend at the shop, but explains how there were a group of unique customers today.

“this guy came in with a few friends, asking us if we have anything that could calm animals?? i honestly don’t know shit about pets but i don’t think tea and coffee are safe.” you chuckle at his animated telling of the story. “he had reeaaally nice eyebrows, though.”

your cup now sits empty on your nightstand, your head resting heavily on your pillow as you listen to him. he’s so expressive, and you hum in response to his ramblings. you have no thoughts besides how pleasing his voice is to your ears.

your eyes feel heavier and heavier as his voice sounds more and more distant.

when you wake up to your alarm set for work chiming the next morning, you feel the most rested you have in months. checking your phone, you see a missed message notification.

10:48pm hyuck =) : sleep tight, sunshine

a while has passed since your first go at the tea, and it’s three weeks until you are able to see hyuck again. at the beginning of those three weeks, you found that every couple of days hyuck would call, checking in on you. the first few calls never lasted as long as your first did, but soon you found yourself wanting to hear more of his voice.

you started to ask him how his day was before he could hang up, and after a few times of sharing back and forth, nightly calls to talk about your days became a routine.

in all honesty, you wanted to see him sooner, but the work days kicked your ass and different friends made plans on your days off. despite the chaos in other parts of your life, it felt like your nightly calls were what got you through the tiring days.

you were almost out of tea, and resorted to having the tea every other day to save. something must have shifted when you met hyuck, as even without the tea, sleep came much easier with the exception of a few days.

when you call hyuck on a friday night after work, hoping to restock and spend some time with him over the weekend, he meets your request with enthusiasm.

“didn’t realize you missed my lessons so much, my #1 student,” his teasing rings over the speakers.

“actually, youtube is sounding really good right about now,” you reply, putting up a flat tone at his remarks.

“i’m kiddinggggg jeez, come to the shop around 6 tomorrow? dress warm, we’ll try something new,” he instructs, and you agree.

sitting in your living room, you take a sip of the usual tea, noting that you’re down to your last bag. you drift off to sleep that night, and instead of the anxieties you had felt the night before the first time you met him, excitement floods your system at the thought of seeing him.

the next day’s lesson brings you to a new location, still NCTeaHouse, but the cozy back patio behind the store. strung up hanging lights are already lit, given how the sun has started to set, and the lounge couch makes it look like an ideal hangout spot.

“if you see me napping back here one of these days, you better not say anything,” you joke with hyuck.

“you’re always free to, as long as i’m invited,” he winks and you’re shaking your head at his unabashed self. you’ve gotten a lot more used to his flirty words, coming to expect at least a line or two during your nightly conversations.

“anyways, you’re probably wondering why we came out here tonight.” you nod, and he lays the contents of his pockets on the small table in front of the two of you.

“i thought we could try smoking today, if you’re comfortable,” he grins, arranging everything on the table, and you’re impressed by the assortment.

he’s got different bags of weed, wrapping papers, lighters, and little tins. he gets right into explaining, pulling out the contents of the tins. he holds up two rolls, one a little thicker than the other.

“this right here is a joint, it’s just weed. this thicker one is a blunt. it’s got nicotine in the paper so the high is a little different.” he hands them to you to look at and continues. “i prefer blunts, but depending on what you put in them, a regular joint would probably be better for someone who hasn’t smoked before.”

you never doubted jeno’s words, but hyuck really is living up to your friend’s praise of his weed knowledge. you nod in understanding at his clear explanations, handing them both back to him. he sets aside the joint and starts to put away the blunt until you stop him.

“let’s do the blunt,” you quickly interject. despite wanting to go with the more beginner-friendly option, something in you wanted to do what he liked. maybe that way you could get a little taste of his world.

“wait, are you sure? it might be a bit harsh,” he warns.

“trust me, i can take it,” you say stubbornly. he pauses almost unnoticeably with an unreadable expression at your words before it shifts into a dubious look.

“if you say soooo,” he teases. you slap his arm lightly, huffing as he laughs before getting up to grab some water before you begin. he settles back into the couch once he’s back. he picks out a blunt and his lighter, turning to you with a more serious expression.

“this high will probably feel a bit more intense than anything the tea could do, so just take it easy okay? if you start feeling bad, please tell me,” he emphasizes. “promise?” he holds out his pinky.

you nod, linking your own pinky around his. he tightens the hold and you feel your heart tighten a bit in turn. the emotions whirling in you are too complex to decipher, ranging from slight anxiety at the thought of actually being high to gratitude for hyuck’s reassurance.

“just watch, okay?” he places the blunt between his lips, lighter flicking at its edge as he inhales for a few seconds. he holds the smoke in, rotating the blunt a few times before straining his neck up to exhale a hefty cloud of smoke.

the sight leaves you breathless. hyuck is attractive, and of that you have been sure since the day you met.

but this hyuck, sitting next to you in his black leather jacket and dark jeans on the baggier side stirs something inside of you. it’s just one hit, but you’re outright entranced by his movements. he brings the blunt back to his mouth for another hit, and flicks it on an ash tray sitting on the table as he holds in the smoke.

your eyes don’t leave his hands, adorned in a few simple rings as he moves as if it’s just muscle memory, smooth and rehearsed. he again lifts his head to release the smoke, and this time you can see a vein that trails down his thick neck as it comes into full view.

what is likely not even half a minute feels like an eternity to you, and it takes a couple calls of your name to snap you out of your trance.

“earth to __? wanna try now?” hyuck waves his hand in front of you, offering the freshly ashed blunt.

“just a couple seconds, and not too strong of a pull. hold it in for a few seconds before releasing the smoke,” he instructs as you pick it out of his grasp. you nod, bringing it to your mouth.

you do as he says, pulling only for a few seconds before passing it back to him, intending to hold the smoke in. you don’t get to that point though, for as soon as the two second mark hits, your throat constricts as you involuntarily cough up the smoke you pulled from the blunt.

curses leave hyuck’s mouth as he quickly puts out the blunt, scrambling to hand you the water he brought earlier. you take it quickly, letting the water soothe your throat as you continue coughing between sips.

“are you okay?” he asks, worried expression on his face.

“i-i’m good, i thought i was gonna do better than that for my first one though,” you admit sheepishly.

“hey, we’ve got a lot of time to practice,” he reassures.

you’re not sure if the weed is already hitting you, but the warm hanging lights seem to illuminate his face even more. his fingers play with a silver chain laying on his white shirt.

“do you want to try another? or are you good?” he asks, peering into your face to check for any signs of dicomfort.

“i’ll try one more time,” you resolve, and he grins, firing the lighter back up. he holds the blunt up in front of you, and your hand moves to grab it, but he doesn’t let go, keeping it steady in front of your mouth.

“go for it, sunshine,” he gives you the go ahead, still holding it for you as your mind screams at the intimacy. you lean forward a bit to take a small hit of the blunt, trying to ignore his eyes burning into you. you make sure to inhale a little less than the first time.

“goood, just like that, now hold it in for a bit.”

you lean back into the chair as hyuck brings the blunt to his own lips, taking a drag out of it as he watches you carefully. this time, your throat doesn’t constrict, and you blow the smoke upwards emulating his earlier movements.

“that’s my girl,” he praises, smile stretched wide. you were doing so well, but his praise catches you at the very last bit of smoke leaving your throat, causing a hitch in your throat as you lightly cough.

he hands you the water again, patting your back as you curse under your breath.

“don’t worry, it’s still your first time, and i’ve heard coughing after smoking gets you even higher,” he coos, pats turning into gentle circles on your back.

you feel hyperaware of his touch, but when his hand separates from your form a piece of you longs to have it back. you glance at him as he takes another hit. you might not necessarily know what feeling high feels like yet, but whatever you’re feeling right now might just be it.

the anxiety and gratitude you felt coming into the smoke session has melted into something else — a desire of some sort that you can’t put your finger on. you know that’s not from the substance now in your system.

all you know is that the fuzzy feeling in your body and mind along with the dark-haired man next to you is something you could get used to.

after that day, something definitely shifted. you see hyuck a lot more, and every time he comes more than excited to teach you something new.

the next time you see him it’s pipes. he came prepared with two — one for you and him, and sent you home with the one you were using once you got the hang of it, insisting it liked you better.

another time is bongs. this one was pretty hard for you to get a hang of, and his hands guided yours on how to hold the bong and when to take out the bowl. it was hard to stay focused on the steps with his casual physical contact, so you’d have to revisit that.

one of the days, he even brings his dab rig set up to show you. you were completely lost with this one, and he didn’t force it, just assuring you that you could always come to him and he’d have it all ready and set for you.

he takes pride in showing you his creations, and is always quick to affirm you as you learn. while he never explicitly said he was doing it, you could tell after the first time you smoked that he wanted to find ways to make smoking a little easier on you.

you recall a specific day you came over to the shop, promised the “hyuckie special” by its namesake over the phone the night before. you were surprised to see someone other than hyuck in the shop once you arrived, especially since it was after hours.

“are you the one donghyuck’s been bringing around here?” a tall man with ashy brown hair tucked behind his ears stood behind the counter. he was really handsome, but also slightly intimidating. the tattoos on his exposed arms reminded you of your initial idea of what a plug looked like.

you muttered a timid yes as you approached the man. he definitely looked a little older than you and hyuck.

“johnny, i’m the owner of your little love nest,” he joked, hand reached out to shake yours.

you shook his hand, introducing yourself as you tried to tell him you’re just friends. before you could, hyuck busted through the front door, eyes going to your joined hands.

he stomped up to you, throwing an arm around your shoulder as you stepped back from the counter.

“what are we talking about?” he asked, pointed look at johnny. johnny just laughed loudly, clutching his stomach as you stood there, confused.

“relax lover boy,” he regained composure, turning to you. “thanks for keeping him busy, i should’ve known something was up when he stopped texting me every week whining about the shop.”

hyuck’s hand tightened around your shoulder, and he started tugging you around the back.

“don’t listen to him, bye,” he called not even looking back. johnny just waved, trying to keep down another laugh at his cousin’s erratic behavior.

“bye, __, see you around!” he waved, you returning it as best you could as hyuck pushed you through the door. as soon as you reached the back patio, a sulky hyuck started grumbling.

“you won’t be seeing him, he’s barely at his own shop anyways.” he plopped down on the couch, emptying his pockets as usual.

a lilac colored tin stuck out among his materials, and you picked it up to see what it was. his familiar neat handwriting spelled out your name.

“made that one for you, think you’d really like it,” he noticed you observing it, sulkiness gone.

a floral, herbal scent wafted to your senses once you opened it, and inside you saw a few joints.

“that’s the hyuckie special — or should i say the __ special?” he pondered, taking them from you to show them off. “i know you secretly prefer joints so don’t argue with me, but this one is a custom blend of a hybrid strain and dried lavender, you know, for your sleeping problem.”

you didn’t know what to say besides thank you over and over, touched at his consideration and the fact that he made a blend just for you. only for you.

from then on, that special blend quickly became your favorite as it really did help you relax a bit more. he would have his blunts of choice while you settled on the special formula made just for you.

your time with hyuck definitely shifted, but it wasn’t the only thing — something in you shifted as well.

that desire you felt that first night you smoked only burns brighter and hotter — the phone calls aren’t ever enough anymore, you need to see him, to be with him. even with a busy schedule with work and other friends, you make time, because being with him feels like nothing you have ever felt before.

somewhere along the routine of monotony in your life, maybe you subconsciously pushed yourself to the back of your priorities. but with hyuck, the way he takes care of you just makes you feel so prioritized, so seen.

he remembers your favorites and preferences even if mentioned only in passing, teases you with inside jokes only he could know, follows up on any gossip or worries you share, picks you up and drops you off at home, and never lets you pay for anything — food or weed alike.

you’ve never had an easier time falling asleep, with or without weed, and you can only assume that this connection with hyuck gave you a way of navigating the anxieties and negative feelings that plagued you. he felt like your person.

you could swear jeno’s eyes could fall out of his head from how wide-eyed he stares at you as you tell him all of this, from the generous lessons to the custom blend to your complex feelings growing by the day.

“you better not tell him any of this,” you warn, but jeno’s expression is still in shock. “what is it?”

“are you sure we’re talking about the same guy? hyuck? like lee donghyuck??” jeno asks in disbelief.

“yes?? who else would i be talking about?” you’re confused by your best friend’s reaction.

“no fucking way, because the hyuck i know would never do any of that. i don’t even think he knows when my birthday is,” he says.

“to be fair, i don’t think he knows when mine is either?” you offer. jeno looks straight into your eyes, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“no i mean to say — he doesn’t pay anyone that much attention, even his friends, and i know he’d never willingly shell out his weed money, let alone every single time you’re together,” he explains. “i thought the weed lesson was gonna be a one- or two-time thing, not a whole series.”

you didn’t think so either. the time you spend together isn’t even lesson-like anymore, with it just being smoke or tea sessions with endless conversation. there’s no clear definitions, but you know you need to ask jeno’s opinion.

“do you think he likes me? like likes me?” you ask your best friend. it feels silly to ask like that, to have feelings that makes you unable to think of anyone else.

but you ask even though you think you know. you’d be blind to not notice his actions, the look in his eyes, and johnny’s insinuations. jeno’s surprise at his special treatment of you is just further confirmation.

“honestly, in my eyes he’s down bad, but do you like him?” jeno asks, unsure if he’s liking where your conversation is going.

you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t. somewhere along the course of this whole thing, that desire that planted the first time you ever met him grew every time afterward and bloomed into something you could no longer contain.

you never tried to deny it, but you’re realizing this is your first time actually admitting it. you look down, suddenly shy under the focused gaze of your best friend.

“jen, i do. i really do like him,” you confess, entire body warming at the quiet declaration.

jeno’s quiet for a second before letting out a groan in response. you look up to see him with a hand over his face.

“what’s wrong?” you’re slightly offended at that response, but jeno just shakes his head.

“nothing, just always knew he was a corny flirt, just never thought you’d eat that up,” he muses. “he’s annoying, but he’s not a bad guy.”

“should i tell him?” you ask, hoping for advice. jeno shrugs.

“that’s up to you, i don’t know what your relationship with him looks like besides what you’ve told me,” he replies, not giving you an answer you so desperately want. “what i do know is i’ll kick his ass if he ever hurts you, and you can never replace me. got it?”

you lunge at your best friend, squeezing him affectionately and barraging him with promises of unchanging friendship.

you sit at your dining table reading the label of a little bag.

“a friend left this at mine the other day and told me to keep it, but i don’t fuck with weed so you can have it, little miss stoner,” jeno had said, giving you a bag of gummy edibles before dropping you off at home after dinner.

you thanked him for it at the time, taking it with you inside. edibles are the form of weed you are least experienced with. hyuck had explained them briefly, but you’ve never done them with him since he doesn’t really like them too much. he reasoned that smoking helps him control his intake better.

you’re feeling a little daring tonight, however. you have a lot more experience with weed now, and your tolerance has definitely risen.

though you’re a little nervous about trying them without hyuck, it’s too late to call and you feel a bit more confident at your weed capabilities. the you from the beginning of this weed journey would be surprised at how much you’ve changed.

it’s just a little gummy, how bad could it be? plus you have the next day off, kicking that worry. you pull out a single pineapple gummy, splitting it into halves before eating one. you settle into your couch, turning on your tv to let the edible kick in.

when an hour passes and you still don’t feel anything, you’re confused. you look up how long it takes for an edible to hit and check the package for an expiration date, but everything seems fine. has your tolerance risen that much?

you pick up the other half of the gummy, looking at it carefully before deciding it wouldn’t hurt to have a little more. the dosage per piece is not anything concerning, so you eat the other half without thinking too much.

when your eyes start to blur in the next 5 minutes, you know you’ve made a mistake.

you’re glued to your couch, staring at the ceiling as the high runs through your body, feeling a slight tingle from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, coming and going in intense waves. your thoughts race, and 99% of your thoughts are consumed by hyuck, hyuck, and hyuck. **

an uncertain amount of time has passed, your phone forgotten somewhere in your apartment, but you feel like you’re in an endless cycle of a million thoughts turning into no thoughts at all, all while your body is experiencing such a new, yet heavy feeling.

the smoking high is definitely different from this edible high, and you start to understand why hyuck prefers the former.

you don’t feel like you’re in control of yourself at all, and the feeling is entirely too overwhelming. the second half of that edible hits, with the high intensifying and your thoughts jumping yet again.

a feeling of dread runs through you.

you had been doing well keeping a general positive/neutral train of thought on that first half of the edible, but the second a single negative thought hits you, you find yourself unable to stop the spiral.

why did you do this to yourself? don’t you need to focus on other things? are you going to let this be another thing that drags you down? what does hyuck really think of you? do you really think he feels the same way as you?

you fight back against your own thoughts, wrestling to tell yourself that everything with him has been nothing with good, but the intensity of this high brings an entirely new side to all of this — paranoia.

hyuck had explained before that paranoia could come with being high, but you had overtime forgotten the possibility. being high has given nothing but good times and relaxation, but all of that could probably be attributed to the company you had getting there.

you don’t even realize you have tears streaming out of your eyes until your hand comes back wet after rubbing your face.

it’s all too much, and more than anything your mind screams that you need hyuck.

you force yourself to get up, hazy eyes looking for your phone, spotting it on the dining table.

12:27am. hyuck should still be awake gaming, and you can only hope that he is. you crumple to the floor as you quickly find his contact and call him.

only one ring passes when he picks up.

“what’s up, sunshine?” his voice rings through the speaker and you can hear the click of his mouse and keyboard in the background. immediately a sense of relief washes through your body, slightly breaking through the high and has the tears flowing harder than before.

“h-hyuck,” you sob, and immediately the sound of clicking stops.

“are you crying? what’s wrong? are you okay?” his concern makes you want to cry even more, but more than that you want him here with you.

“hyuck, i-i took an edible and i think i took too much and i’m so overwhelmed right now — i can’t stop thinking and crying and i’m just so scared,” you weep, and you hear rustling coming from the phone and the clinking of keys before you’re even done with your sentence.

“stay on the phone with me, baby, i’ll be right there, what’s your apartment number?”

he really knows you like the back of his hand. somehow, he knows that what you need most is him. even if he didn’t know that, the fact that he’s rushing over without you even having to ask helps you shut down the voices that tell you he doesn’t care.

10 minutes of affirmations and sweet words come as you cry, trying so desperately to hold back from telling him everything you’ve been feeling, including what you feel about him.

when his call cuts off with a knock at your front door, you stumble over to let him in, legs having fallen asleep from your position on the floor as you called him.

as soon as you open the door and see him, hair freshly washed and in a hoodie and sweats, the anxiety leaves you like a spell. his glasses are slightly fogged, and he’s catching his breath from rushing up here.

the second he gets a glimpse of your puffy eyes and tear streaked face, he comes in, enveloping you in the warmest, tightest hug.

you immediately melt into him, wrapping your arms around him as he leans back against the front door. you stay there for a few minutes, emptying your eyes out as he comforts you.

“hey, why is my pretty girl crying? what are you so scared of? i’m right here,” he coos as one arm remains securely around you as the other hand alternates between patting your head and massaging the back of your neck.

when the tears seem to have subsided, he waddles over with you still in his arms to your living room couch, and you remain firmly attached to him. he checks your face for anymore tears, and when he finds none, sits you on the couch to get you some water.

“where are your cups?” he asks, checking the cabinets, and you tell him there’s bottles in the fridge. you look at him from your spot on the couch, and immediately feel your heart pang.

this is the first time he’s actually been inside your apartment, but you can’t help but think that he looks so perfect here — that your living space somehow feels more complete than it ever has.

when he sits down with you, handing you tissues and water, he has a hand on your arm, rubbing up and down as you gulp down some water, only now realizing how dry your mouth is.

“so you wanna tell me what’s going through that pretty head of yours? and who you got these edibles from? because i know it wasn’t fucking me.” some agitation peeks through his otherwise neutral tone, but his eyes are serious as he waits for your answer.

you tell him about how jeno gave it to you, and hand him the package as he reads the label.

“you had one piece right? that should be fine, but it looks like you might be a bit more sensitive to this since it’s your first time with edibles.” he scolds you lightly, tapping your forehead. “still, i wish you would have called me to at least be on the phone with you when you tried it.”

“i-i wanted to, trust me. but it was late and i thought i could handle it,” you explain.

“that’s why i hate those things, only take them when i really want to feel high as shit, but look what they’ve done to you, baby,” he frowns, going back to rubbing your arms up and down. “any weed needs, you come to me, okay? don’t need my girl going to others for that when i’ve got more than enough.”

my girl.

you realize in your hazy state that his usual “sunshine” has been replaced with other, more endearing, names — my girl, my pretty girl, baby. the sound of his voice has always been addicting to you, but the affectionate names leaving his mouth take it a step further.

you want to hear more. with a boldness that could only be fueled by the weed still running its course through your system, you lean into him, laying your head on his shoulder.

“can you call me that again?” you murmur into his shoulder.

“what?” his voice right next to your ear sends chills all over your body.

“you know.. your girl.. i really like how that sounds.” immediately he’s separated from you, hands holding you at the upper arms as he looks at you with wide eyes.

“what?” he repeats again, and you could almost laugh at how shocked he looks at you mentioning a name he called you.

“your girl.. or baby too..” you say, dazed. you are definitely coming down from your high, but the ensuing sleepiness is making you even more honest. but more than anything, you want to be honest with him right now.

“wanna be your baby, hyuck.”

he lets out a pained groan at your words, running a hand over his face.

“__, you’re high as fuck. you don’t know what you’re saying,” he says, bottom lip between his teeth.

“i know what i’m saying,” you hook your finger around his chain, tugging him a little closer. “i want you to be my baby, too.”

you lean in, closing the distance between you as your faces hover just centimeters from each other. hyuck holds his breath, eyes darting from your glossy eyes down to your lips. he can’t help it, eyes getting hazy as you close the distance, kissing him.

he returns your energy, pressing closer to you with his hands grasping your waist. he moves to deepen the kiss, but after a few seconds the pressure on your waist increases, shutting his eyes tighter before pushing you back slightly.

“i hope you still mean this in the morning, because i want to be yours too,” he has a slightly pained smile. “but you’re so high right now, i don’t want to do anything you’d regret once you’re sober.” you whine at him trying to kiss him again while he stops you, holding your shoulders.

“don’t tempt me, you don’t know how hard you’re making this for me, baby.” he gets up, tugging you up along with him. “let’s get you to bed, sunshine.” he lets you lead him to your bedroom, his hands set on your shoulders, and you plop down on your bed, eyes already heavy.

you hold out your arms to him.

“sleep here tonight?” you ask, and he groans after slapping a hand over his eyes.

“you’re testing me,” he chokes out. you jut out your lower lip, but your eyes threaten to shut any moment.

“i’m not testing you, i just want to wake up to you, is that too much to ask?” in his eyes, you look so cute cuddled up in your bed, eyes begging him to stay. his heart soars as he realizes the sight he’s seen in his dreams could be a reality, starting now.

“i really can’t win against you, just give me a second.” he leaves for a little while, turning off the lights throughout your apartment and making sure the front door is locked before sliding into bed with you.

he immediately pulls you by the waist closer to him, and you, drifting to sleep, cuddle into his chest.

“i won’t do anything okay? don’t worry about anything,” he promises sincerely.

“thank you hyuck.. thank you..” you mumble a bit, nuzzling into him further, sleep taking over. he just holds you tighter.

“sleep tight, sunshine.”

that’s the last thing you hear before you enter into a deep, deep sleep, feeling secure and warm wrapped up in hyuck’s arms.

you wake up to soft snoring and long arms wrapped around you, and as you rub the sleep from your eyes his face comes into full view.

hyuck is sleeping so peacefully in front of you, and if one thing remains from your raging high last night, it’s that hyuck just fits perfectly in your space, it feels overwhelmingly good in his arms, and you want him here always.

“i like you,” the words come out as a whisper as you brush some hair from his forehead. he pops one eye open, elliciting a gasp from you.

“all good, sunshine?” he asks, and you nod. in a second he’s closing the distance between you two, laying a tender kiss on your lips. his arms tighten around you as you lean into him, letting yourself indulge in his warm kisses.

“this isn’t a dream right?” you ask sleepily, and he chuckles at the way you open and close your eyes to see if he’s still there.

“you dream about me?” he grins, and you hide your face back in his chest, nodding slowly. “good, because i dream about you too.”

any sleepiness you had has dissipated completely, and you feel like your heart would explode if you met his eyes right now. his hand, however, meets your chin to tilt your head back up.

“i like you too, by the way, if it wasn’t already obvious,” and with his own confession he meets your lips once more.

it takes a while for the two of you to get out of bed, with both of you dozing off and on, sharing lazy kisses and cuddles until hyuck’s stomach starts rumbling.

“maybe we should get something to eat?” you suggest, starting to slip off the blanket. he’s quick to try and stop you, but before he can catch you you’ve stood up, tugging hyuck by the arm.

“5 more minutes, pleaaaase,” he whines, arm going limp at your efforts to get him up.

“it’s already almost dinnertime, hyuck,” you check your phone, surprised at how much time has passed. his glasses sit next to your phone on the nightstand. while you’re distracted, he sits up at the edge of the bed, looking at you with a darker expression.

his hands trail down your waist, squeezing lightly once he reaches your hips. you drop your phone to be met with his hooded eyes trained on your lips. his eyes meet yours, and your breath hitches as he tightens his grip on your hips.

“i think i’d like to eat something else,” he whispers, leaning into your neck, peppering kisses from the bottom of your chin down your throat. you let out a surprised whimper at the sensation, chills running down your arms.

you move your head down, wanting to kiss him, and as if he reads your mind, his lips meet yours with a passion mirroring the one from the night before.

“lay down, let me get my fill, sunshine,” he urges, feeling himself already incredibly hard at the thought of himself between your legs.

“we’ve been in bed all day, we should take showers and eat first or something,” you start, but you’re cut off with a sharp tug, hyuck pulling you beside him. he sinks to his knees by your legs hanging off the bed.

“later, i need you so bad, you have no idea.” his hands move under your shirt as he loops his hands in the waistband of your sleep shorts.

“do you want this, baby?” he asks as you lean back on your arms, meeting his pleading eyes from his spot between your legs. you gnaw on your lip, already feeling the dampness on your panties. you do want this. so bad.

“i want you, hyuck,” you give him the go ahead. he’s more than willing to give you everything you want and more. he pulls your shorts down your legs, groaning at the sight of the wet patch on your underwear.

he pulls that off as well, spreading your lips with his pointer and middle fingers as he admires your core.

“stop staring, it’s embarrassing,” you look away, hips shifting as you feel yourself getting more and more turned on by the second.

“just admiring, baby,” he states warmly, glancing up at your embarrassed expression as he wraps his arms around your legs, hands digging in as he grabs at the flesh of your thighs.

he leans in, licking a stripe from your entrance up to your clit, ending his trail with a swirl of your bud. you moan out at the sensation, clutching at your sheets as he really gets his fill.

he’s messy, tongue going from prodding at your entrance to his face moving side to side over your clit. a growl leaves his throat as he feels your hands move to grip his hair.

“you don’t even know what you were doing to me last night, baby,” he groans into your cunt. “had me going fucking crazy.”

one of his arms unwraps from your thigh, hand pushing at your legs to keep them spread as his long fingers prod at your entrance, one entering you slowly as you grip his hair even tighter. he drags it in and out of you in time with the circles he licks around your clit.

“you’re my baby, right?” he asks, voice sending vibrations through you. he inserts another finger into your entrance and curls them into you, feeling around for a spot that will get you moving just right. he’s stretching you out so well, getting you prepared, wanting you to feel good.

you can’t even respond, already feeling your mind start to wander off, feeling a high so different from every other one he’s shown you. he finds a spot that makes you squeal just a bit higher, and he pistons his fingers in and out to hit that spot just right.

“where’s my sunshine from last night? the one hanging on to me, cute as fuck,” he recalls your high state, how you just melted into him in a different way from how he had you now.

“come on, one more time, don’t you remember? wanna be your baby, hyuck,” raising his voice to a teasing tone in a half-hearted imitation of you. his fingers don’t falter in the slightest.

“please sunshine, let me hear that again?” your mouth, open from the cries leaving you, can’t form any words. he leans down to lay a hard suck on your clit, sending you over the edge as you cry out, legs clamping down on his head as he rides out your orgasm.

he detaches from you as your legs drop, and he stands up between them to get a full view of you fucked out for him.

“fuck, baby, you look so fucking good right now. straight out of my dreams.” he palms himself over his sweats, feeling like he could burst any second, before ripping off his hoodie.

the sight of him standing over you, silver chain lying on his bare chest, is also something out your own dreams. you can feel yourself clench seeing his cock straining through his sweats. you catch your breath, mustering the energy squeeze him between your thighs.

in a second he’s pulling his sweats down, hard member slapping his stomach as he lays it on top of your core, admiring how it looks on your body.

“does my pretty girl need to be filled up?” he teases, pushing your legs up as he starts to tease at your entrance with his tip. you want it so bad, need it.

“then let me hear it, you’re my baby, right?” he lets his tip catch onto your entrance as you gasp.

“f-fuck, hyuck, i’m your baby! i’m your ba-” the second half of the word comes out as a shriek at the feeling of him entering you, bottoming out right away thanks to his prep. the feeling of being so full winds you, stealing the air from your lungs.

he hisses as your pussy grips him, throwing his head up. you can see the vein on his neck protruding, thick neck strained as he tries to get himself in check.

“relax for me, please baby,” he pleads through gritted teeth, circling your clit. “can’t move like this, i’ll cum too soon.”

you breathe in and out as the two of you try to reel it in, and his hips start to move slowly as he feels you adjust to him.

“you’ve been my baby since the day we met,” he breathes out. “since the time you told me you could take it.”

his voice has always been addicting, over the phone, in person, sober or high, but the way he talks to you in this moment just stirs something in your gut. you can’t stop yourself from clenching at his words.

“oh, you like when i talk to you like that?” he pulls out to push you up so your legs are no longer hanging off the bed, making his way to hover above you as he re-enters you.

“you’ve always been so good for me, always so eager to learn, always so willing to take everything i give you,” he lowers himself as he says this straight into your ear. his hips pick up the pace again, hissing at the clench from his words.

“can you, f-fuck, can you take it now?” he breathes out as he feels himself reaching you deeper and deeper.

“i-i can take it, hyuck, i can take it,” you moan out, tears pricking at your eyes as you shut them tight. he’s fucking you so well, and you can only moan as you do just that — take everything he’s giving you.

“you know ’d never do any of this for anyone else, o-only you baby, just wanna make my girl happy,” your heart clenches at his words along with your pussy.

“thought m-my heart was gonna stop when, shit, w-when you called me crying,” his words come out more choked as his hips rut against yours more desperately, starting to feel his own high coming.

“need to be with you a-always, be the only reason you’re crying.” you can only chant his name and yes as you feel the band in your stomach start to get tighter and tighter.

“i’d fucking do anything for you, i’m yours,” he chokes out, and your nails dig into his back.

“i’m your baby, i’m yours, i’m yours,” you repeat, brain unable to form anything else. his kisses your neck before moving his head back above you, his chain swinging against your face as his pelvic bone slaps against your clit harshly.

he moves his head up to kiss you deeply, messy remnants of your own arousal still on his toungue. the bed is creaking under the harsh movements as you get closer and closer.

tears stream down the sides of your face as the band snaps, sending you hurling over the edge as your back arches, gripping onto him tightly.

he curses under his breath repeatedly, hips stuttering to push through the tightness as he cums inside with a loud groan, pushing his head into your neck as he fills you up completely.

he goes limp on top of you, lying there for a bit as you both catch your breath. his softening cock is still inside of you, and you can feel yourself getting drowzy until his stomach rumbles.

he hisses as he pulls out, rolling over to lie down next to you. you turn your head to look at him, entire body spent. your eyes meet his, so soft and full of awe. he looks just as worn, but little do you know, he’s just getting started.

“round 2 after dinner?”

the next morning, a half-asleep hyuck nuzzles you to wake you up, having set an alarm for your work shift.

“sleep okay, sunshine?” his morning voice is deep and groggy, and it’s taking everything in you to not call out for the day.

you feel pretty well rested until you realize how sore your entire body is as soon as you try to wiggle out of his bear hug. his arms wrapped around you are unmoving as he tries unsuccessfully to fully wake himself up as well.

forcing yourself to sit up, you rub your sore back. his hands are still stubbornly attached to your form.

“like a baby,” you reply. you grab your phone, checking your schedule for today, concluding that it’s flexible enough to take a sick day. you text your manager, settling back into hyuck’s arms as you tell him you’re staying home. eyes still half-closed, he presses kisses into every part of your face his lips can find.

“good.” his response is simple as he speaks with his actions, pulling you in closer as the two of you drift back into sleep.

you’re content knowing that your mission to get rid of your sleeping problem was a 100% success, in more ways than just through weed, and that it’s ending with you having more than you could have asked for.

end.

a/n: if you got to the end, thank you so much for reading!!! i know i say this about every fic i've written, but this one was truly truly self-indulgent. it's my first full fic for my ult, longest fic yet, and a birthday present to myself :')

i really appreciate all the support for everything even though i have long gaps between releases. i have had sm fun, and i hope you all enjoy!! this one's more plot than porn but it's def getting a pt2 that's the opposite (it's already planned). thank you again, feedback always loved and appreciated!!

disclaimer: know your limits when consuming weed of any kind. also not all edibles are bad and can be so chill, just for my personal experience my own tolerance of edibles is low compared to smoking 😭 reactions/tolerances vary among people (edibles work better than smoking for many!) but pls be in safe place or with trusted people if you are trying weed for the first time !!!

-coco ♡

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GLASSES & JEALOUSY

Synopsis: You’re in a great relationship w/ the team captain Mark Lee. But there’s something keeping you two from moving forward, a hint of jealousy and the old childhood friend.

Warning: Smut! Like lots of it. Bit of angst and harassment involved. Obsessive behavior, stuck up kid, complications, jealousy , neglect, Creampie, choking, use of ‘baby’ & more. Religion involvement. Corruption kink. (It’s literally so bad I’m so sorry!)

Pairing: Mark x shy ‘innocent’ reader

Read this first to better understand -> YANGYANG

Series Masterlist: 90’s Love Franchise

“Fuck Mark!”

You yell out in ecstasy. Eyes rolled back, hands gripped on the sides of the sink. Legs wrapped around your boyfriends who’s currently balls deep in you. Your glasses slowly falling off of your face. Oh god just seeing you like this had Mark coming right then and there. The adrenaline rush becoming too much for him.

He absolutely loves how fucked out you look because of him. You see you’re like the school’s it girl. Highest grades of the entire school. Never once missed school nor gotten any referrals of any kind. The sweetest and some might even say the most ‘innocent’ girl in the campus. You can do no harm and will do anything to help others. All you want is to go to your dream university and live a great life because of education. Yeah no. When Mark set his eyes on you it was in the 9th grade. He just got into the team but in order to get himself situated he had to hand his forms into the coach who was at the time printing more scouting papers, who would later file them into the school system. When entering he saw you in there reading. He didn’t know who you were since you came from a different middle school.

It all progressed when he started asking around and later figured out who you were. Your name stuck in his head. And when he learned more about you his fantasy in becoming friends with you and maybe even be more than friends progressed. His dream came true when you two became friends by the end of the year and spent all summer hanging out. He was your first and took his absolute time with you. Making his goal to taint each and every part of you one by one. He loves how cute and adorable you get when it comes to your studies and passion for your future. But it becomes so overbearing he has to fuck the overwhelming feeling into your poor little pussy. And now here you two are.

In the 11th grade with him fucking your brains out in the shower rooms. Mark just won yet another game the fourth time in a row and is currently celebrating it with you having your walls tightly wrapped around him. “God I love your cute ass” he whispers into your ear. Nose colliding into yours as he pounds into you harder. Your tiny moans filling into his ears as it only encourages him more to have you sobbing for him. “Markie it’s too much baby.” Your mewls barely go heard. Growling, he pulls your shirt down and proceeds to suck your tits. Making sure to have your chest filled with marks everywhere. A reminder for the next time he has you this way how good he fucked you the previous time.

“Markie!” You gasp, arms wrapped around him tightly as your orgasm gets the best out of you. “Yes baby. Fuck I love you, god I love that sweet cunt of yours.” He rants. Feeling delirious the more he fucks his orgasm into you. “Shit. Shit!” Attaching his mouth into your neck as his load explodes into the condom. Both of you guys breathing heavily as sweat consumes you guys. Pulling him off of your shoulder, you pull him eagerly into a kiss. Loving those sweet lips that makes you dizzy for more. Pulling back slowly, his once lustful eyes are back to his cute dorky self. “Cutie” he mumbles softly. Giggling, you become shy and hide your face in the crook of his neck. Laughing, feeling his chest rumble softly. He sets you down softly. Planting a loving kiss to your temple.

“We better get going. One of the guys might come in. Don’t want them seeing you like this.” Nodding, you start to dress yourself up. In the mirror, you see yourself. Hair disheveled but makeup still on point. Fixing it a bit you also fix the position that your glasses were currently like. Pulling up your skirt and short sweater that showed a bit of the hickies Mark left you. Smiling contently when you feel your baby’s arms wrap around you. Kissing your shoulders softly. “Why must you wear such revealing clothes?” He asks you in mumbles. Catching it still, you snort and turn to face him. “What?” “You just look so damn ravishing it’s hard to not fuck that cute pussy of yours.” Smacking his chest you scold him, “Mark!” “What? I’m just saying. You know I don’t lie baby.” “Yes but do you have to be so blunt and bold?” “Baby I just fucked you in the shower room and you’re worried that I’m being too bold?” Lost for words, you shrug your shoulders and cuddle yourself into his chest.

He laughs and hugs you tightly. “Just wish you wouldn’t wear this type of clothing” he tells you. Lifting a bit of your skirt, getting a peek at your red thong. Holding back a groan and eyes rolling to the back to his head. “Does it bother you that much?” “No, but the guys at school are pigs, who knows what they’re thinking when they see you.” “So you’re embarrassed of me?” You tell him slowly. Pulling back to face him. “No! Of course not it’s just you know how the boys in school are-“ “And I need to change because of how the boys act? It’s not my fault the male species are pigs and can’t be decent people for once.” “Baby don’t take it the wrong way-“ “Mark have you seen the way girls behave towards you? They kiss each and every floor tile you’ve ever stepped on. The way they drool over you when you take your gear off and your stomachs gets exposed for like a second yet you don’t change your ways.”

“Yeah but that’s different-“ “Different?” “Baby please hear me out-“ “You know Mark I don’t understand really. You don’t want me wearing these sorts of clothes because you’re afraid boys might think dirty things of me or try to do something to me. Yet it’s not a problem when girls do it? Have you ever stopped to think how I feel? How you don’t seem to care when they do the same thing you’re afraid guys will do to me?” Going quiet, you scoff and pick up your bag off the ground. “Call me when you’re done being hypercritical.” Walking out the shower rooms. You make your way out. Ignoring his calls after you. Getting in your car, you quickly get out of the lot before he reaches your vehicle. Seeing a hurtful looking Mark in front of the stadium.

After hours since you got home to an empty house, you hear your door bell ring. Getting out of your seat from your current studying. You go down the stairs and open the door only to be met by a regretful Mark in frame. A clear vase with stickers filled with pretty cosmos. A bag of gooddies hanging on his arm. “Forgive me please?” Grabbing the vase from him, you let him in and close the door behind him. Walking past him and into the kitchen, where you add a bit of water for your favorite flowers and leave them by the window sink. Turning around, there stood a pouty Mark. Face to face where they were only centimeters away. “I’m sorry baby. I didn’t mean to offend you and I know I wasn’t being fair to you. I just worry for you and don’t want you to get hurt by those jerks. I’m also sorry for not doing anything when girls do that to me I promise I won’t let them get away with it-“ cutting him off, you wrap an arm around his head and pull him into you.

Dropping the back of food on the floor, he grabs your waist and picks you up. Arms underneath your bottom as you deepen the kiss. A sigh leaves his mouth, already have missed your lips. Pulling away when you guys were running out of breath. “So…am I forgiven?” Giggling, you nod and kiss his nose. “Yes you big awkward baby.” Rubbing noses with him, he chuckles and flashes you that cute smile you fell so madly in love with. “Good because I couldn’t go on with my day knowing you were upset with me.” “Well i’m not anymore.” “Want to Netflix and Chill?” He asks you, wiggling his brows at you. You laugh and smack his shoulder. “Get those dirty ideas out of your head!” “I can’t you’re too hot to not think this way. So…yeah?” Biting your lip, you nod at him. Not needing any verbal words. He sets you on the ground and picks up the bag of food.

Squealing when he picks you up suddenly. Legs on his shoulders as he runs up the stairs and into your room. Closing it behind him and plops you onto the bed. Grabbing your remote, he gets comfortable in your bed and turns on the tv while you go through the bag he brought. He knew exactly your favorite kinds of snacks and bought each and every single one of them including his jersey. “What?” Showing it to him, he looks over and sees you holding his shirt. “Oh yeah, I know how much you love wearing my jersey and since I had to wear it today, I washed it and brought it back so you can continue wearing it.” He says like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Leaning over, you kiss his cheek. Not seeing them turn a slight shade of pink because you began to take off your shirt. That same groan he held back earlier wanting to erupt again when he saw your matching red bra. Putting on his jersey, you threw your shirt on your dirty basket of clothes. Climbing on Mark’s lap in which he swallows. Eyes rested on you. “You do know that we haven’t gone to the Netflix part yet right?” Laughing, you couldn’t contain it, snuggling him in kisses he laughs with you and hugs you tightly.

“God I love you, you know that?”

“Sure do handsome”

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“Mark my p-parents - oh fu- Are here.” You say in between gasps. Jersey lifted to reveal your bra, in Mark’s fists as he has you pinned onto the bed. With a rapid pace he is ramming into you. His chain dangling, every once and a while coming contact with your cheek.

Not being able to get through the movie you two chose to watch. “Come on baby, cum for me.” He says. Breath hitched as he concentrates in satisfying his baby and him. Ignoring the fact that your parents were home and most likely going to check up on you. Mouth wide open as you became lost for words. “Markie we’re going to get caught-“ feeling your orgasm hit you, legs wrap tightly around his waist as he grabs your wrists and interlocks his hands with yours. In your ear, he mumbles how good you’re taking him. “Y/n sweetie! We’re home!” You hear your mother call out to you from down the hall. “Markie-“ “Fuck baby I’m coming shit!” He whispers.

“Hi sweetie!”

“H-Hi mom!” You tell her. Opening the door to your room in which you are on your bed. The movie still playing and your snacks displayed out on your bed. “Having a movie night?” “Yep, thought I should treat myself tonight.” “I’m glad, me and your father brought Chinese food if you want some?” “I’m okay thank you.” “Of course it’ll be on the counter if you want it later. Is that a jersey?” “Oh yeah, my favorite team” You tell her nervously. “And Mark I’m assuming is your favorite player?” “Yep!” “That’s nice, well I’ll let you back to your movie and snacks. Night sweetie.” “Night mom!” closing the door behind her, you let out the breath you had held in. Mark crawls out from under your bed. Smirking as he climbs back onto the bed he just fucked you in.

“Oh no mister no more dirty humping for today.” Whining, he gets under the blankets and cuddles. “But not even-“ “No” “How about if I eat you o-“ “Mark!” You scold him in whispers. “Alright fine but tomorrow if I’m horny can’t promise you I can keep it down.” “Markie if you wake up with blue balls and close to tears I might just think about it.” Huffing, “So I’m your favorite player huh?” “Actually no it’s Sungchan but since I don’t have his jersey -ouch!” Feeling him smack your bum when he heard you mention Sungchan he holds you tightly and kisses your jawline. “I’m kidding baby” you snicker at him. “You better be. Can’t be naming my teammates especially when I just fucked you in my jersey.” Blushing, you looked away from him.Giggling at you, he runs a hand through your hair and feeds himself. “So cute.” Ending the night with a cuddling boy in your arms.

In a hurry, you rush into the corridors of the school. Always liking to get to school a little earlier than most kids arriving 10 minutes before the bell rings was already late for you. Rushing to your locker you huff as you try to open it. Frowning when it wouldn’t budge you begin to tug at it, “Open” you say underneath your breath. “Left baby.” You hear your boyfriends voice come from behind. Furrowing your brow you step aside as he opens your locker for you. “Since when have you known my code?” “Since that pretty little head of yours tends to have trouble holding in anymore info.” With a smile you boop his nose and begin grabbing the items needed for your first period. Feeling his arms wrap around your waist he nuzzled his head in your shoulder. Rocking the both of you slowly side to side. “Is there something you want to tell me babe?” Closing the locker behind you, books propped against your chest.

Gladly taking them out of your arms, Mark holds your stuff as he leans in and pecks a kiss on your lips. Cheeks becoming rosy as you still aren’t too used to the affection. No matter how long you two have been together you still can’t get over how flustered you get when he shows you affection. Mark wasn’t seen as the type. And even before you two dated you thought Mark wasn’t into you by how distant he was. As if there was a border between you two. The first ever pda he showed you was right before he asked you to be his girlfriend. Rubbing away the ice cream on your cheek as he leaned in to kiss you. Even the memory of it still has your stomach all tingling. Propping your nose higher on your nose, you mutter a small thank you to him.

“Remember the newest friend I made yesterday?” “Oh yeah who helped knock some sense into you?” With a short chuckle he nods. “Can you uh, help her fit in with us? I mean given that you’re one of the few girls in the group and I know she’ll need a new girl friend and all, I mean that’s if you’re totally fine with that. I don’t want you to think you have to or anything-“ pecking his cheek you giggle and nod. “So cute when you ramble.” Groaning he turns away from you. “Y/n!” “What?” You laugh. Seeing how shy and nervous he gets when you return the affection, not really handling it well which results in him to become pouty. “Okay where can I meet her?” “Her locker should be somewhere near the entrance.” Nodding you go to grab your books from him but it only results in him backing away. “I’ll take these.“ “But-“ “Nothing. We have first period together so you go get yourself a friend and I’ll see you in a few okay?” Nodding you smile at him as you part ways with him.

“Since when do you bring your stuff with you minutes before the bell?” Jeno raises his brow. “Oh come on Jeno don’t be so slow. Don’t you see how nice and organized the notebooks are? Mark couldn’t have done that.” Scoffing at Ten he sets the books down and takes a seat next to the guys. Haechan and Sungchan were currently out on the grass playing a simple game of catching and throwing a football. Picking up one of the notebooks, Winwin reads it out loud. “Y/n.” “Aww!“ Haechan says loudly. “So cute you’re even carrying her stuff, my boy is whipped!” He screams, shaking his hands in adoration. “Shut it.” Mark huffs. Having to put up the rest of the minutes with their constant teasing he rushes out as soon as the bell rings. Shaking his head when he hears them say, ‘Go Jack! Run to Rose!’

“So how’d it go?” Mark asks setting your stuff down. Having seats next to each other you look up at him with a pleased smile. “She’s sitting with us at lunch.” Tilting your head to the side and flashing him a smile. A habit you do when you’re content. Chuckling he nods, “I’m glad you two got along.” “Baby?” “Yeah?” “You’re books…” looking down at his desk the realization that he forgot his stuff at the locker settled in. Jumping out of his seat, “Oh shit!” Running past the teacher who had just entered, freezing mid greeting when he looks at his student rush out the classroom in confusion. Looking back at you which he knew he spent most of his time with, you only sit back in your seat and giggle.

“Markie we have to go back.” You whimper. Trying to push him back and walk out, he grips his hold on either side of you. Caging you as he continues to assault your neck. “We still have three more minutes.” “Yes but we need to get our stuff and go to lunch. You know I have to find my new profound friend-“ gasping when Mark picks you up and puts his crotch against your heat. “Feel that my love?” He whispers low enough for you to hear. “You did that.” You felt dirty. You shouldn’t be doing this. The fact that this isn’t the first time is even more wrong. You go to church, the people there see you as goodie two shoes and now here you are making out with the ice hockey team captain. You should be shoving away and say to wait til after school but the proximity of being so close to him can send you haywire. Head fuzzy as all you feel is lust. “Don’t you want me?” He asks you in a low tone. Whimpering as he puts more pressure on you. You wanted him but the many risks you guys had taken was too many. But you wanted him close, you wanted his mouth all over you.

“Markie your mouth.” “What about it baby? Say it. Say what’s on your mind.” Seeing the smirk on his face he expected you to beg him to do something to you. While on campus he’s seen as this dominant guy. Who knows what he wants and will fight for it. Knows how to take control and won’t put up with anyones bull. Whereas at home he becomes this pup who constantly wants your attention. Pouting when you don’t say ‘I love you’ back quickly after he says it. Lifting up your shirt, you pull your bra down. Mark’s breathing becoming raggedy as soon as you reveal your breasts in front of him. Brushing a hand through his hair you lift his chin to look at yours. That damn innocent look that’s naturally there on your face looking at his heated face. “Please suck me.” You plead him. With a groan, he feels his pants tighten. Most definitely getting blue balls.

Without another say. He leans his head down and begins sucking on your tits. Squeezing the other to give it an equal amount of attention. Slowly grinding into you as he only gets more sexually frustrated. Sucking harder and harder the more he thinks about fucking his cock in between your tits. Your moans getting louder, he looks up at you. The stern look he gives at his team mates to quit it was thrown at you. The small custodian room can only hold so much noise. Mouth wide open when he flicks his tongue on your nipple. Hickies forming everywhere, hearing the bell ring you whine. You wanted more time with him. God damn it you wanted him to fuck you right then and there but that couldn’t be possible. “Come on Mark-“ a sound of disapproval when you try to pull him off you. Pulling you closer with his arms as he as he buries himself in your breasts.

When he felt content that is when he pulls away. A proud smile on his face when he sees you tired out, chest heaving as there were beautiful purple marks on your chest. Cupping your face he kisses your face gently. “My baby.” He coos. Helping you to fix yourself up you two walk out after making sure no one was around.

“What’s going on?” You ask Mark. Both girls rush out while a confused Yangyang stands alone. Mark shakes his head, if only his friend really got the hint. “What?” Yangyang asks him. “And I thought I was slow.” Tilting his head at your boyfriend. Mark turns to you and smiles at you warmly. Pulling you in his lap as you happily ate your lunch. Kissing your shoulder gently while conversing with the guys. “Jeno gimme.” You huff when he keeps snatching a utensil out of your tray. Chuckling he continues to pester you. Finding humor in your annoyance. Wincing when he feels a kick on his shin. Looking over and seeing your boyfriend continue to talk with the other guys as if he wasn’t the one who kicked Jeno. Finding it boring, Jeno gives your stuff back and finishes up the homework needed to be due in math. “Still struggling?” Scoffing he nods. “You don’t know it.” “Why don’t you ask your best friend?” Shaking his head softly as he stares at his nails. “She’s too busy with her boyfriend. Wouldn’t even have the time.” He says with a sigh. It was no news that Jeno has had the biggest crush on his girl best friend but it seems that she’s never returned the feelings. Boyfriend after boyfriend he had to come face to and never once was he one of them. What really broke him is when he accidentally walked in on her and her boyfriend making out. It still hurts him but his only way to cope is to imagine him being in her boyfriends shoes. Him being the one to make out with her and love her.

With sadden eyes you reach over and rest your hand on top of his. You couldn’t imagine being in his shoes. How heart breaking it would be to see Mark with other girls and never once seeing you as an option. A potential crush even. Mark didn’t need an explanation to know what you were thinking, with a hand rubbing your side you look back at him and see him sending you a soft warm filled smile. Returning it, you blow him a kiss and continue eating.

Jogging onto the park grounds. You rush to the swings, in a race to beat Mark to them. “I won! You’re slow.” You shake your head in fake disappointment. With a smug look, he accepts the defeat. He knew obviously if he were to actually try, you wouldn’t even make it to the grass while he had already gotten to the swings. Love seeing the pure happiness on you was all he ever cared for. Strived for too. “Oh darn baby I’m losing it.” He sighs while walking over to the swing next to you.

“Push me Mark.” Quirking a brow at you, he chuckles. “Aren’t you big enough to swing yourself.” Pouting, you huff and go to push yourself. Looking up when you feel a hard surface hit your back. Well more like Mark’s abs. Taking a hold of the chains, he lifts you up and begins to push you. Loving how nice the air felt each time you went down. Laughing each time he tickles you once you meet back to him. wanting nothing but take a picture of the scene, Mark can only stare in awe. Not realizing his love for you is only expanding rapidly.

“Okay! Okay let me push you.” You announce, trying to stop yourself from swinging. He grabs on the chain, taking your spot. You wrap your arms around his neck. Kissing his temple, you go to pull back and begin pushing him. “Markie.” You giggle when he keeps a hand on your hand. Attacking you in kisses all over your face. Desperately trying to hide your face in his neck from the sudden attack. Finally letting his hold on you go, you fix your hair. Laughing along Mark who only teases how flustered you already got because of him.

While doing so, your smile drops immediately when catching sight with someone from church. Better yet from your religious classes, son of your parents friends, Eric. You didn’t really have a problem with him but a bad trait of his was that he used every single information about you to your own disadvantage. Anything about you he uses to get you in trouble if you needed to. In this case, Mark would be the cause for you being heavily grounded and shamed for. You weren’t allowed to date until you became of age and lose your virginity until marriage. Your parents even bought you a purity ring, and while they believe you’re keeping this holy promise. Mark laughs mockingly at the ring every time he’s pounding you onto any surface he happened to push you up on. Mark knew of you keeping your guys relationship a secret and he isn’t upset. Instead he’s very understanding, but Eric. He’s never met Eric. And god what an awful timing.

“Mark walk away, quickly.” “Why? Something wrong?” Tapping his shoulder to quickly get him up. He does so upon filled with confusion. Muttering lots of ‘what’ and ‘everything okay’s, pushing him to get going but it became too late when Eric had caught sight on you.

“Y/n! Wow long time no see!” He greeted you. “Oh! Hey Eric! I see you’ve changed, like loads of it.” Waving you off, Eric was no longer the scrawny boy he was back in your guys religious class. He too worse glasses and now changed to contact. Curly brown hair now straightened and jet black. Muscles blushing from his arms and seemed to have grown 5 inches. “You too, I see you still keep the glasses around though.” He playfully nudges the glasses you’ve had for years now. Swatting his hand you groan. Rolling your eyes playfully you smile at him awkwardly. Forgetting what was at stake, Eric’s eyes set onto Mark’s awkward figure. Still having no clue who the hell Eric was to you.

“And this must be…?” “Cousin!…my cousin’s friend. Yeah, he uh has trouble with his math homework but given it’s too stressful for him we’re hear to kinda help him relax a bit.” You chuckle nervously. Eyeing you, Eric nods reluctantly. “Oh…okay. Well whenever you’re done tutoring him contact me. Definitely need help on my homework too, Bio really can be a pain.” “Will do.” “Well, I’ll leave you guys to it. Bye Y/n, bye…” “Mark.” He says seriously. No smile, no expression. Nodding, “Mark. Nice seeing you two…oh and by the way what cousin of yours exactly?” “Jeno’s! Yeah pretty tight friends. Why?” “Oh nothing. Just wondering.” Flashing you one last smile before walking off, you let a breath of air you didn’t know you were holding.

“Cousin’s friend mhm?” “I’m sorry baby.” You pull him into a hug. “He’s a son of my parents friends. I knew him from my religious classes, always wanted us together. My parents thought me being with a good kid would influence me to be just like him.”

“And you don’t want him knowing about us because…” “C’mon Markie use that big head of yours.” “Wow is my angel catching an attitude?” He raises a brow. You laugh and pat his chest. Resting his forehead on top of yours, staring into your eyes as he waits for you to continue.

“He’s like my parents personal stalker. Anything I do he goes and tells them. Heck I don’t even have to do anything bad but he still manages to make it suspicious enough that my parents scold me for it.” You mutter. “I’m sorry you’re stuck having to put up with that.” Shrugging, he kiss him unexpectedly. “Doesn’t matter I have you…that’s all that matters.” Nodding approvingly, he intertwined your hand with his and left the park. “My place baby? Or do you got to go home.”

Checking the time on your phone, you shrug. “Guess I got some time left before I must actually be home. Your place it is.” Letting you in his car, he closes the door after you buckle up. While he drives off, the familiar bulked figure lingers in the park. Seated on a bench far away, he eyes the leaving vehicle. Didn’t catch you two become cuddling but did see you guys leave. Deep down he knew what you said was a cover up, and he was going to get to the bottom of it all.

Sitting on the cold bleachers. You watch your boyfriend practice with his team mates. Hearing the clashing sounds of bodies hit one another, ice being scraped by the stick. Taking off his helmet, his silver gray hair sticking to his forehead. Chest heaving he looks over to where you sat. Winking at you, dropping the smile when you hear loud squeals come behind you. Turning around, you see three girls had sat behind you. Wondering who they were here for, it was made quite obvious the second Mark had walked up to you. “I’ll be out in 10, wanna wait here?” Silence overtaken the room once the guys had walked into the locker rooms. Feeling the intense stares from the girls behind you, you shyly shake your head. Standing up and going to walk off, Mark grows confused.

Going to run after you, he stops when he hears a voice call for him. “You did great out there.” The one in the middle said seductively, twirling her hair as she flashed her lashes at him. One on her right glares at you as you turned to look back at your boyfriend. Sighing, you don’t let him catch up to you or what you thought he would and leave the stadium.

It definitely took longer than 10 minutes.

And by the time he did finally get out, he wrapped an arm around you. Your energy was lowered and you didn’t like it one bit. You didn’t like the reason for it was because of some possessive girls who think they had a shot at your boyfriend. Shaking the terrible feeling off, you go on your tippy toes and kiss his cheek. Smirking at you, he pulls you closer to him. Kissing your forehead continuously as he moves both of you guys side to side. “Love you baby.” He tells you softly. Lifting your hand up to where his arm rested on your shoulder, you interlock his fingers. “You hungry?” You had asked him. When he nods, you pick up the pace and lead him outside.

“Good because I’m starving and I really wanted to eat at this place I heard from Jeno’s friend. Would really like to check it out.” Following him, the two of you made your way on out. By the next morning, you did your usual routine in getting ready for school. Only this time, going down the stairs you stop as soon as you see Eric standing there with your parents. “Eric?”

Flashing you a smile, your mother besides him claps her hands. “Y/n great news! Eric will be attending your school! Isn’t that great? You two can make up the time you lost and finally reconnect. I’m sure you two will have a blast knowing you guys can spend more time with one another.” Jaw slacking, you merely nod as you watch your parents be glad having Eric to be going to the same school as their daughter. Your father patting his back as he bids you two in a great day at school. “Aren’t you glad sweetie?” Your mother asks you. Eyes silently telling you sternly to say something nice. Nodding, you send a small tight smile at Eric’s way. “Great! Well since he’s already here, I figured he should take you to school.” “Oh mom I don’t think-“ “I’d love to do that.” Eric interrupts you.

Turning your head, you see him already staring right at you. A chill run down your arm at the way his eyes looked at you. As if he was examining every bit of you. Gripping your backpack tighter to you, you nod hesitantly. “Okay then.” With an excited grin, your mother walks the both of you out. Getting into the passenger seat, you look out the window. Not bothering to speak to him and you only wished he didn’t try to make conversation but rather turn up the music.

“So how have you been?” He breaks the tension, barely. Nodding you answer him quickly. “I’ve been okay. Doing me. And you?” “I’ve been good!” The awkward silence began to settle in again and all you could’ve hoped is for the ride to come to an end soon. “So um…why’d you move schools?”

“Well I didn’t really like my old school and my parents said the one you went to was very nice so I had asked them if I can go attend there and they said yes. So now I’m here.” Smiling at you, head turning to you once the car comes to a red stop light. Not speaking anymore, you look out the window once again. Head running through thousands of thoughts. How were you going to keep seeing Mark if Eric’s going to be attending the same school as them. As soon as he finds out the truth you’re done for. Not only that, you knew for a fact Eric will be listening and watching at all times. Worse, your boyfriend happens to be the school’s Hockey team captain. Anyone and everyone speaks on him and his beloved girlfriend even the staffs and teachers.

Biting the inside of your cheek each time your nerves kick in, leg bouncing rapidly. You turn around to look at the boy driving when he begins to chuckle. “What’s got you so nervous?” “Me? Nervous? I’m not nervous.” You shake your head. Fidgeting with your hands, averting your eyes. “Please I know you so well. You’ve always did the little things to tell you right away.” “So you’re saying I have a tell?” “Oh yeah, the leg bouncing, chewing the inside of your cheek, fidget of your fingers and eyes averted all of it. Come on, what’s going on inside that pretty little head of yours?”

Ignoring the compliment, you shrug. Never one to be good at lying you only managed to come up with a decent cover up that wasn’t necessarily a lie. “Just wondering how things are going to be with you around.” “Is that bad?” “No! No, it’s just last time we went to the same school was back in elementary school.” “Ah yes 6th grade I remember.” Remembering the memories of you two in elementary, Eric laughs at a faint memory of you both.

“You were so small, you still are but. Everyone saw you as the innocent one, so many wanted to be your friend because you never judged anyone. And still you’re still the ray of sunshine I know you to be as.” His hand rests on your knee momentarily. Heart beat stopping, now even more tended to be near him. You never understood if he was naturally this touchy. But whatever his reason was, you moved your knee away from him. Playing it off to make it seemed like you were adjusting yourself. Seeing the familiar school come into view, you grabbed your backpack and prompt it on your lap. When finding a parking spot, you notice a few had already started staring at the unfamiliar vehicle. You original plan was just to get out, thank him for the ride and go but you knew your conscious wouldn’t let you especially since he’s new.

So when getting out, a few whispers were already starting. You and a new guy which no one ever saw around, people found him attractive. Seeing him help you with your books as he smiles down at you. Something people already consider coupley looking. “Did they break up?” You heard one whisper to their friend and you only hoped Eric didn’t hear it. Picking up speed to go inside, Eric doesn’t speak on it. “Will you help me find my classes?” Looking between him and the hall guiding you to your locker, you wanted to tell him to go to the office, knowing they had students who were qualified to help new students around. But not wanting to seem rude, you merely nod. “Thank you!” He grins at you and follows you to the direction of the office. When entering the staff there ignored you guys. Doing whatever it was on the computer. Hearing Eric clear his throat, the few other students there needing assistance as well watch him through the corner of their eyes.

“Excuse me ma’am, but me and a few other students are in need of assistance and it seems like you can attend us if I’m not mistaken?” The cranky old woman about ready to snap at whoever dared try ‘demanding’ her for help stops herself when seeing him. “Oh! You must be Eric Kim! I’ve met your father, very professional man and if I may admit an overall gentleman. How may I help you?” Ignoring the other students who had arrived before you guys furrow their brow. “Came here for my class schedule miss.” “Oh please call me Mrs. Kang.” “Of course Mrs. Kang.” Seeing how easily Eric manages to woo the cranky staff no one really likes being dealt with, you’re glad you two manage to leave the office rather quicker than you anticipated.

“Wow.” You say. “What?” “Oh it’s just, she’s so…” “Cranky?” “Yeah. And you managed to simply decay all of that.” Laughing he shrugs his shoulders. “You should thank my father, if it wasn’t for him we would still be there waiting.” “Well thank you Mr. Kim.” Handing you his schedule, he begins to ask you series of questions. “Any of them we share together?” “Oh um …well wow we share quite a lot.” “Oh yeah?” Eric’s voice slightly pitched from his usual tone.

“Yeah only classes we don’t share is our last two. Guess first period we should be heading off to.” “Guess we shall-“ “Oh no wait! I have to put some books in my locker.” “Okay well I’ll come with, I mean I don’t know my way around so.” “Okay yeah.”

More whispers were made the more the hallways got packed. Ignoring it, you quickly rushed to your locker. “Woah what’s the rush?” He jokes, leaning on the locker next to yours. “Oh I just don’t like being late it’s all.” Nodding, he watches you take out your stuff in your locker. Grab what you needed, you were ready to close it and go. “Y/n hey!” You hear a voice say behind you. Turning, you come face to Jeno’s best friend. The same one he’s having a crisis loving head over heels for. “Oh hey!” Eyes looking past you, she raises a brow. “Oh! Um this is Eric! He’s a childhood friend of mine. Just transferred today.” “Well hello nice to meet you and hope you have a nice time here. Well I should get going, hey have you seen Jeno by any chance?” “No sorry.” “Oh well, haven’t been able to come in contact with him at all. Hope he’s not ignoring me.”

“Ignoring you? What for?” “Oh well we had this stupid argument last night and- it’s whatever I’ll tell you some other time. Bye you two!” Waving her goodbye you watch her disappear into the crowd of students. Turning to face your friend, you give him an awkward smile as he only simply stares. “Shall we get going?” “Yeah let’s go.” Walking side by side, you two stay quiet for the time it takes you two to get to your class. Eyeing the proximity your shoulders had, when brushing into each other’s you try making more space but it seems the more you guys walk the space keeps lower each time.

“Oh hey, I forgot where’s my locker?” Stopping right in front of the classroom, you sigh and lead him into the direction where his locker was at. “So sorry just got caught up in my own head.” “Don’t apologize, maybe it’s you being nervous. It is your first day here after all.” “Yeah, maybe so.” When opening his locker, you hear the bell ring. Great you’re late. You’re never late to a class. Hope your parents won’t nag you for the first and only tardy you got yourself. “Hey, since it’s my fault you’re late how about you get going.” “But don’t you-“ “We were already right infront of the classroom, I know where it’s at. It’s okay.” Sending you a reassuring beam you nod. “Okay see you in class.”

Rushing back into the direction of your first period. You mutter a quick apology and make your way to your usual seat in the back. The spot you and Mark sit at. You were nervous to what Eric would think and if anything you wanted to advice Mark to act natural but seeing he wasn’t here only had you more anxious. When the door opens you had hoped it was your boyfriend. “My apologies ma’am, it’s my first day and-“ “Oh no need dear! Eric Kim right?” “Yes ma’am.” “Please take any seat, and I’ll be there to catch you up on some lessons yeah?” You were kinda astonished on seeing how easily Eric managed to charm people. Like it was in his genes. Eyes catching yours, he walks over and sits next to you. A few students watched him walk by them, heads turning to follow his every move. Whatever Eric held surely had a hold on anyone really.

“Hey partner.” He greets you. Before you can answer him, the door opens again. Hearing another apology but this time sounded more rushed and out of breath. “So sorry ma’am.” “Fell asleep again Lee?” Your teacher scolded him. Putting his hands up, he grins at her. “Guilty as charged.” A few giggles come out of the girls sitting up from. “Mhm go sit.” Nodding, he makes his way over to his usual seat next to you but freezes mid way when seeing Eric in his spot. Confused and shocked he looks over at you. You didn’t know what to say nor how to act natural with Eric being right besides you. Not getting anything out of you, the teacher scolds him to just sit already. Having no other choice but to sit next to one of the girls who immediately give their friend a giddy expression knowing the Mark Lee is sitting besides her. As the class begins you feel Mark turn back and give you a few glances. Still wondering what Eric your childhood friend was doing here all of a sudden but you don’t give him any glancing back as you also noticed Eric constantly turning his head to look at you.

Oh how awkward it was getting now. If only you could prepare yourself from the madness that was about to occur soon.

For most of the day, Eric was attached to your hip. It seemed wrong just how much you wanted him to leave even for a short amount of time and what made things worse is your friends silently asking you for an explanation. You felt Mark watching your every move and anytime he wanted to walk over to you, your eyes would widen and shake your head at him. By lunch hour, Mark sat at his usual table. Glaring daggers behind the head of the new guy whose back was facing him. He had asked you who you normally sit with and thankfully your friend managed to sit beside you in a whole different table, alongside her was Yangyang.

The spork in a tight grip as he watches Eric getting too close to his girlfriend. “What’s up with the new guy? How does four eyes know him?” Jeno tells him. The pet name is what he’s called you for years now. “Said he’s the son of her parents friends. Don’t know why he suddenly moved here but I can’t be seen with her when he’s around.” “Wow that must suck, especially with him practically hogging over her.” A slight pinch from Ten and Jeno winces. “Don’t worry about it Mark, I’m sure he’ll find friends and leave her alone. Gosh it’s pretty funny how jealous you get.” When seeing you get up and make your way out of the cafeteria, Mark ignores the rest of his friends and follows you.

About ready to enter the woman’s bathroom, you shriek when a pair of arms wrap around your waist. Lips immediately imprinting light kisses on your neck. Giggling, you pick up the familiar cologne and snuggle into your boyfriends embrace. “Miss you.” He mutters into your neck. Rocking you two slightly side by side. “I missed you more. Really wanted to hug you, to kiss you.” A kiss to the lips and Mark groaned. Something about you had him driven crazy and with a simple kiss he already wanted to do such dirty actions to prove his love for you.

“Why’s he here?” He tells you. “Eric?” Nodding merely, you see the seriousness in his face. “Well he said he wanted to go to a better school and his parents agreed this school was it.” “What does that mean for us?” “What do you mean?” “Baby you said he can’t see us…like this.” Sighing, you turn around to face Mark. Cupping his face you peck his nose.

“I know Markie but it’s only temporary. He’ll find friends and with due time, I can hopefully trust him enough to tell him about us. Pray he won’t tell my parents.” Nodding reluctantly, Mark kisses you again. Pulling your waist closer to him, you moan when feeling his crotch grow. “Dirty boy.” You tell him. Sucking on your neck, he hugs you tightly to him. “You love me.” Giggling, you quickly pull away when you hear voices come into the hallway. A smirk on Mark’s face, you shake your head. Seeing a few students walking down to pass you two, Mark walks over to you. Wanting to touch you, but you reject him.

“Mark behave!” You whisper shout to him. Tickling your side, you flinch with a smile on your face. The students watch you two fondly as they wish they can be in a relationship as lovingly as the one you were in. “I can’t stop baby, you’re irresistible.” Grabbing your hand before you go to move away from him. In love with the giggle that leaves you when he twirls you around, keeping you put in between his arms. Leaning in, he kisses you not caring if anyone else were about to see them. “Hey Y/n.” You hear the familiar voice of Eric’s say in the distance. Quickly pushing Mark away and turning to face the lockers, you pick your head up when Eric walks over to you guys. Thankfully hadn’t turned the corner yet if not you would have been toast.

“Yeah?” “Just wondering what was taking you so long…oh is this Mark?” Quirking a brow at your boyfriend who Eric thought stood too close to you. Something he already wanted to have a talk to you about. “Yeah! This is Mark, he uh came to ask me a question he had on one of his assignments.” “Oh well hello Mark, think it would be much more appropriate to ask you such questions at the hour you two meet up don’t you think?” Not expecting a cold reaction come from Eric you give him a look in disbelief. Mark on the other hand, fisted his hand in his pocket, biting his words back before he nods slowly when seeing a pleading look coming from you. Respecting your wishes and going along, “You’re right. I’m sorry, see you after school Y/n.”

“Actually I don’t know if you two can meet up after school, kinda wanted her to help me join a few clubs and sports and what not, here in school.” “Then you do it yourself-“ “You know that seems like a good idea Eric!” You quickly interrupt Mark. Standing next to Eric as you speak up again, eyes looking straight into Mark’s.

“The more clubs you join and sports you’ll help your college application. And will also keep your mind off of things. Won’t be so bored all the time.” You nod. Mark understanding you wanted Eric to join in order for you two to spend more time, he smiles. “Okay I understand. I’ll see you sometime later then.” Bidding you goodbye, Mark doesn’t bother even waving at Eric and walks off. Eric quickly puts on a smile when turning his head towards you. “Lunch is almost over, shall we get going?” And you agree.

“I don’t like him.” Mark says bitterly. Him and the team getting a break from practice, taking his helmet off and he tells the boys all about how Eric manages to snatch you away every possible chance he gets. “Maybe he only has her as his friend. Besides didn’t you say she was suppose to help him join clubs or whatever activities the school has?” Ten tells him. Yangyang sitting next to him shakes his head, “What if he’s interested in her?” Snapping his head up at him, Mark turns serious at the thought of someone trying to take you away from him. “Don’t be ridiculous Yang, Mark said they’ve been childhood friends. If he was interested he would’ve done something a long time ago.” Sungchan tries to reason mostly for the sake of his captain who looks like he’s ready to hit something.

“No Yangyang is right. I mean I never heard of him and now he suddenly bumps into her and boom the day after he attends this school? AND you know what she told me, that he’s like this spy who always needs to keep tabs on her and if she does anything, even breath the wrong way he goes running to her parents. Like he’s this strict babysitter.” “Okay so maybe he’s not into her more like trying to ruin her life by being a taddle taler?” Sighing, he runs a hand through his hair. “Whatever this guy is trying to get at isn’t good I know that for sure.” Hearing the whistle blown by their coach they set their water bottles down and get back on the ice rink.

You on the other hand arrive home tired. Eric took his sweet time deciding what he wanted to do and even tried convincing you to join an activity with you. Just wanting to go home you made the decision to say yes with joining him in the pottery club. Excitedly telling you all the pots and vases he’s made when he joined it at his old school all the way home. “How was Eric’s first day? Oh I hope you two had a splendid day!” Your mother said excitedly. Clapping her hands as she demanded every little detail. “It went alright.” You mumble to her tiredly. “Just alright? Oh come on! I’m sure having your childhood friend be in most of your classes had to have been fun.” “Yeah I guess so…wait how do you know he has most classes with me?” “Oh his mother called the office, yeah Eric himself wanted to have as many classes with you. Said he worried to lose his way around and what’s a better way to keep himself on track with you constantly by his side right?” Nodding reluctantly, you send her a forced smile and walk up to your room.

Closing the door behind you, you plant yourself on top of your bed. Eyes demanding sleep, you don’t bother to do anything else but sleep. Sleeping until the sun had gone down and the ice hockey team captain once again climbs onto your balcony and into your room for the umpteenth time. Watching you sleep fondly, he moves a few strands of your hair behind your ear. Climbing in bed with you, he pecks your forehead softly. Pulling your sleeping self into his arms as he kisses your head. Waking up from your nap, you smile at him tiredly. Pickering your lips for a kiss which he doesn’t deny you of. “So cute.” He tells you softly. “No you are.” You mumble to him, nuzzling your face in his chest which you feel a rumble from him laughing slightly.

“How was your adventure with the prince of snitching.” Snorting, you lay on your back. “Exhausting. I really missed you guys, all I had to endure was him constantly talking about himself and the things he’s done before coming to our school.” “Would think so. Just by how he dresses screams narcissism.” Sitting up, you face him. “But enough about him, I don’t want to think about him just you.” A small smirk forms on his face and he tugs at your shirt. “Just me? About what baby?” Holding his shoulders, you climb onto his lap. Arms come around you securely. “About loving you. Really missed being near you. I know pathetic right?” You joke as you avoid eyes with him. Face heating as your ears turn red. “Well I guess I’m pathetic too since I missed you so much too.” Leaning closer to you, he kisses your cheek. “Just hope I’m your pathetic loser forever.” Smacking his bicep, he laughs and kisses your nose. “Of course you’re mine forever and I am yours but no need to call yourself that. You’re not a loser.” “So I am pathetic?” “Your words not mine.”

Spending the few remaining hours until your mother comes to barge into your room, putting face masks on each other. Letting a shriek out because of the coldness, you giggle as Mark makes roaring noises for the tiger mask he has on. “You make a cute panda.” Mark boops your nose, grabbing his phone as you two take many pictures through the mirror in front of the bed. In the bathroom, a puddle of water is caused by constantly splashing each other. Music playing from your phone on the bed, using foam to cover your face with it Mark smirks at you as you pout at him. Letting you get him back, hair up in a small ponytail using the many scrunchies you have for such occasions. By the time you two were freshened up the knob to the door began to wiggle. Eyes widening as you hear your mother call out your name from the other side.

“You need to go!” Grabbing his sweater and phone you push it up against his chest as he still tried to put on his shoes. “Y/n? You okay in there?” Opening the window wide enough for him to slip out, he struggles when he has to juggle many things in between his hands and hold the railing.

“Y/n?! Talk to me dear.” “I’m coming! Just changing it’s all!” Still hearing the jiggle going on on the door knob you push Mark out. “I’m going to fall!” He shrieks when he almost loses his balance. Dumbfounded when you give him a rushed peck to the lips. “Love you, so sorry though.” “For what?” Letting out a shout when you push him, closing the window shut and open your bedroom door. Confused look on your mothers face as she looks inside the room. “You okay? Thought I heard a shout?” “Nope no shouting in here? Maybe one of the neighbors kids you know how loud they can be.” Nodding reluctantly, she walks in and sets a few grocery bags on your bed.

“Here’s the supplies you needed, your father just got home.” “Okay I’ll be down in a bit.” Kissing your forehead, she walks out of your room with the door open. Letting out a sigh you jog over to your window and see Mark was no longer there. Silently hoping you pushing him off didn’t injure him too badly.

“Ow! Ten!” “I’m sorry but that’s most definitely going to be swollen all day tomorrow if you don’t let me treat it!”

Currently on the couch weeping in pain, the team took the time to hang at the oldest’s house. Parents work in the afternoons so house stays mostly vacant. Few were eating, others on the phone and the rest playing video games. House was semi calm but it wasn’t until their captain walked in slamming the door open and limping in when everyone got up to attend him. Certain he had gotten jumped until they were told it was because of an breaking and entering accident.

“I wasn’t breaking and entering.” Mark mumbles as Yangyang constantly tells him that. “I was visiting my girlfriend and now I’m stuck with an injured leg.” “How can you be so reckless Mark? You know we have a game in a few days right?” “Her mother was coming in and she needed me out as fast as possible.”

“Y/n pushed you?” Jeno asks him. “Yes but she didn’t mean to get me injured!” With a groan the boys sit back as they can only hope their captain gets better before the game. If wanting to get into finales they had to win this upcoming game for sure to even get involved in the tournament. “If you have to sit out swear she will have to take your place!” Winwin exasperates. Snorting at his comment, Mark shakes his head. Grabbing the bag filled ice from Ten and gently sets it on his ankle. Wincing the more pressure is added on it.

“Yeah maybe she will have to.” Mark tells them after he forcibly removed the ice off of him, can no longer endure more pain.

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“And so I told my mom, it’s already difficult enough having to jog between sports and clubs. Now you want me to run the committee for the annual carnival hosted for charity? Come on now.”

Boredly playing with the food on your tray, you watch Mark laugh at a joke one of the boys had said. The scrunch of his nose has you holding back an aww as his eyes brighten up. What you would do to just go over and cuddle him, but you couldn’t.

“Y/n are you listening?” “Huh? Oh! Yeah, you were saying Eric?” Eyes looking down at the tray, you wait for him to continue. A silence from him has you lifting your head, a certain look on his face as he watched Mark’s table. “Eric?”

“He’s been looking at you for a while now.” He says a bit coldly. Looking over and catching sight of Mark glancing at you, looking away after a bit and focusing his attention back on his friends. “M-Maybe he has a question about a worksheet of his.” Proceeding to get up, you quickly grab his wrist. “What are you doing?” You tell him with wide eyes. “Going to tell him to stop staring. It’s rude and impolite to be watching someone especially a young lady.” Tugging him back when he tries to walk towards his table you get up quickly. “Eric no! Stop please don’t make things more difficult than it should be.”

“Y/n, I don’t like him. He just doesn’t seem like someone you should be associating with.” “Eric, I’m sorry to come off rude but.” Letting go of his hand, you cross your arms, eyes back on the floor to avoid contact. “You can’t tell me who I can and can’t socialize with. Sorry you don’t have a nice feeling about him but I do. I know him more than you do and Mark has the best intentions when it comes to me.” “Best intentions? You make it seem like you two are more than tutor and tutoree.”

Shaking your head quickly, you clear your throat. “No! Mark’s…simply a student I have to tutor. It’s all, nothing more nothing less.” “So he’s not your friend?” Feeling conflicted, you take a few seconds to come up with your response. Mark had seen your sudden shift to stand in front of Eric and he didn’t like it one bit. He’s been watching your every movement since the moment you frantically tried to tug Eric back. Biting the inside of his cheek as he tries to stay away but when even Yangyang the most oblivious one noticed the sudden shift in you and Eric, Mark waited no more. Getting up to check up on you, he froze when hearing your next words.

“Mark’s nothing to me. Don’t worry Eric.”

Eric had seen him behind you. And he was left even more content knowing Mark had heard. Nodding, his eyes kept going from you to Mark. “I’m glad.” Confused, you turn around to see Mark standing there disheartened. Shocked, you go to take a step closer to him but stopped when he shakes his head at you. Leaving you there, guilt and shame washes over you. You wanted to explain yourself and yet it seemed like the world was preventing you from doing what you wanted.

“Come on y/n, we don’t want to be late for pottery club.” Handing you your backpack, he puts an arm behind you and leads you away.

Getting more worried the more the club went on and still no response from Mark. Phone in hand and the many unresponded texts. Ignoring Eric who seemed pretty confident in the vases he’s made so far. The girls next to him watching him closely and throwing a few compliments his way. The times he’s tried talking to you they quickly avert it to them which you were glad. You weren’t in the slightest bit interested in speaking with him. Looking at the time and seeing you still had a good hour and a half. You huff, blowing the strand of hair getting in your face.

Mark was in practice currently. He was only on the other side of the school, you could just talk to him right now. Would make sense why he isn’t answering. Of course! Grabbing your bag, you quickly exit out the classroom. Not paying mind to Eric’s call out to you. Jogging through the corridor, opening the doors leading into the ice rink. Hearing a few shouts and laughs from the guys. Walking further in and you get a glance at them. Not practicing but huddled by the bottom of the bleachers chatting. Getting closer you see a few other people there. You saw Mark in sight and made your way over. You needed to speak to him, to explain yourself. And yet while you were in the pottery club worried how he was feeling, you stopped in your tracks seeing him so happy. A grin on his face as he joked with his friends and worse, seeing him not the least bit minded that one of the many fan girls of him had her arms around him.

You wanted to be upset with him. And man you were but was he doing this because of what you said? Does he really think you’d stoop so low and bad mouth him? Surely he has to know you didn’t mean it. His eyes moved from his friends to you. Your eyes move from his to the arms currently wrapped around him. It seemed as if Mark had gone stiff. He didn’t know what to do and yet when he sees you walking off he panics. Hearing the girl whine behind him, he harshly tugs his arm away from her when she tries to resist. “Quit it!” The group goes quiet as they watch the captain run off after you. Slamming the door open wide.

“Y/n!” Grabbing your elbow, you pull away from him. “Leave me alone Mark.” “Please stop walking.” Trying to pull you by the waist, you begin to thrash. “Stop touching me!” Tears began to pour down your face, frustrated and clearly upset had you lashing your emotions out. Wanting nothing more to breathe in fresh air, feeling suffocated especially when your boyfriend can’t seem to give you space. “You have to hear me out-“ “I didn’t mean it Mark! I did it to make sure he did nothing to you and this is how you repay me! By letting some chick feel you out! Is that how little I mean to you?!” You shove him back. Eyes going red the more you cry. Looking at you with desperation he shakes his head.

“No! No you mean everything to me-“ “No I don’t! This is exactly what I was talking about Mark you have no respect for me! You let anyone get too touchy with you and can’t seem to understand just how disrespectful it is for me!”

Swapping his hands away from touching you. You turn to walk away, whining when he pulls you in again. You go to shove him away when you get moved away from him harshly. “Didn’t you hear her?! Stop touching her!” Eric’s angry voice tells Mark. “Shut up Eric this has no business involving you!” Shoving him back, Eric gets in his face. “Anything that has to do with y/n is my business.”

“Eric stop!” You try to diffuse the tension.“Quit pretending she’s your girlfriend!” “And what if she was? Why don’t you run back to your prissy friends and dance your way back on the ice alright? Y/n’s better off disassociating herself from you.” Angry, Mark swings on him. A hard punch to the face and chaos breaks. Pleads to stop fighting wasn’t enough. The blood and bruises is all your head can permanently print in your head. Hearing the loud punch hitting skin and bones and the lockers being rattled with the more they press each other on with.

“Get away from my girlfriend you creep !” Mark yells at him. The rest of the team had managed to separate them apart, never really seeing Mark this angry. Only the one time they managed to lose their win streak for the tournament. “Mark stop! Stop! This can cost us the tournament enough!” Ten demands him. Jeno held him back while Sungchan got in between them. “Eric please just go.” Glaring at him, he goes for your hand. This only angers Mark more and goes for him again. More of the guys go to push him back, yelling at him to control himself. “She’s not going anywhere with you!” “She will because I said so. Y/n, come with me now.”

“Y/n don’t listen to him!” Running a hand through your hair frustratingly you look between the two. “Y/n let’s go, your mother won’t be happy hearing about your stay with this freak show.” Eric told you. Your heart drops at the mention of your mother finding out the truth. Everything was happening so fast you no longer knew what to do. A part of you simply wanted to leave and yet the other didn’t want to leave Mark alone even though he had the guys. “Y/n please.” You hear Mark plead, feeling as he was in the brink of breaking down. He knew just how bad things got and he can’t let you walk away from him. Not when he needs to sort things out with you even with how bad things are.

“I’m sorry. I have to.” You whisper to him, shaking your head as you let Eric drag you away. Breaking your heart seeing his so distraught watching you leave him. Turning your head in hopes it’ll be easier to leave him there, you don’t notice more tears begin to run down your face. “You made the right . I told you he was bad.” Eric tells you. Getting in the car, you look out the window. Deciding to stay quiet you hear him sigh. “Your mother won’t be happy hearing about this.” “No, don’t tell her.” “I have to y/n, such things can’t happen. You are way too good for that and your mother needs to know to make sure you will never hear of that boy again. He deserves to be punished, taken away of his scholarship or kick him off the ice hockey team. Something to teach him a lesson-“

“Shut up Eric!” Shocked, his mouth slightly opens. Eyes widen as he turns to you. “You ruin everything! You can never seem to mind your business! Things were so much better when you simply fucked off!” Getting out of his truck, he goes to grasp your wrist. Moving it away from him, you slam his car door shut. Rolling the window down he shouts your name.

“Get in the car y/n!”

Ignoring him, you run back inside. Mark wasn’t there and it only had you stressing to find him. “Sungchan where is he!”

“Boys locker room-“ not letting him finish his sentence, you bolt it over there. Opening the door where the guys stood, they quiet down when seeing you. Walking past them, you hug Mark tightly who sat on the cold bench in the middle of them. One by one they make their way out to give you two space. Pulling you by the waist, he holds you as tightly. “I’m so sorry” he cries. “I’m sorry too.” Pulling you on his lap, he lays soft pecks on your collarbone. “She didn’t mean anything. I was angry, I didn’t want to hear you out and I didn’t care whether they were crossing the line or not because I just wanted to forget your words and I know that doesn’t justify my actions but-“ cutting him off, you grip his face and kiss him.

“I should’ve come clean from the beginning. You didn’t deserve having to be hidden from my family simply because I was too much of a coward to confront them.” “And I shouldn’t have lost my temper and hit your…friend.”

“Fuck him, he’s nothing to me.” Laughing, he smashes his lips onto yours. Wincing when you accidentally kneel into his side. “You okay baby?” Nodding, he tries to kiss you again but you cover his lips with your hand. “Lift your shirt.” “I’m fine baby-“ lifting his shirt, you gasp when seeing a bruise begin to form. “It’s all my fault.” “Don’t start y/n, I chose to fight him. And I don’t want to brag or anything but he’s got it much worse. Not only is he narcissistic but a sore fighter.” Giggling, you pull his shirt down carefully. Feeling him push your glasses up, he lifts your chin up as well. “I love you. Please know that.” He mumbles near your lips, “I love you too. Please remember that.” Sealing those words with a kiss, you feel him smile during it. “What now?” He asks you wanting you to comfortably make the next step.

“Guess we tell my parents about us before Eric does.” You respond nervously, eyes set on your hands. Nervously playing with your cuticles, his large hand on top of yours to stop you. A finger under your chin he lifts it up. “I’m ready whenever you are.” He smiles at you warmly, kissing him you felt just the slightest bit of relief.

Arriving home, you make Mark wait outside. Wanting the process of introducing him to come smoothly and not all at once where chaos will break lose. A reassuring squeeze from your boyfriend and you go inside. “Mom? Dad? I’m home!” You hear the tv on, on low volume and the smell of food yet it was silent. And when walking further inside, the living room comes in view and sitting with your parents were none other than Eric himself with his parents.

“Mom?…Dad?” “Take a seat, dear.” Your mother said sternly. Eyeing the empty spot furthest away from them, you reluctantly take it. The looks on your parents were enough to know Eric revealed everything to them, “Mom I can explain-“ “Save it. How could you y/n?” Her tone stern and eyes cold.

“I said no dating, and to hear it from Eric all the things you’ve been doing behind our backs?” “Mom please-“ “Enough!” Your father shouts, flinching as he stands. “We spent day and night to raise you the right way and this is how you repay us?! What else have you been doing Huh? Drugs! Were you partying? All those study sessions were those lies too!”

Tears brim your eyes as you stand. Shaking your head as you try not to cower, “Dad please just let me explain okay? I came here to tell you guys the truth I wanted to tell you myself today before Eric did but he beat me to it-“ “Don’t lie! Eric did the right thing to come to us or who knows what else you’d get yourself into.” Disgust was all over your fathers face. Glaring at you with such anger, eyeing you as he couldn’t believe all the things Eric had told him.

‘She may be doing more than simply dating’ Eric’s voice rings in his head. Looking down at the purity ring he bought, he walks over you. Taking a step back that hits the couch. “Give me the ring.” “What?” “Give me the ring!” Shaking, you take off the purity ring and hand it to him. Lifting it up to your eye level, “Did you break it? The promise the ring signifies?” Growing quiet, you look over at the others in the living room. Each not daring stare into your eyes but all equally disappointed in you. “Answer me!” Flinching, you sob. “Dad-”

A smack. A loud smack is heard throughout the house. Foot tapping rapidly as Mark waits for you to let him in. How much longer must he wait? He can’t help but worry the more he waits. Windows closed off by the curtains, and even when it seems suspicious to everyone who may pass by, he pressed his ear up to the door.

You cry. Desperate to hold it in as your father walks over and throws the ring into the fire pit. “Sixteen years down the drain with you. Everything your mother and I have given you, all for the best and you took it for granted.” “Dad please, I didn’t mean to disappoint you but I love him-“ “What do you know about love?!” “More than you! All you do is lock yourself in your office all day, when was the last time you and mom went out on a date that didn’t end in less than an hour?!” Going to raise his hand again, your mother intervened. “Please, enough. No more.”

“Don’t you hear? Listen to your daughter! How disrespectful she’s gotten! And it’s all because of that damn boy! I told you it was best if she was homeschooled or best, was enrolled in catholic school. Better the nuns beat some sense into her!” “Hitting her won’t change her ways.” She tries to reason. “It could! Maybe she’ll understand for once her place in this house and to never disobey us again.” Gripping your arm you yell at him to let go. “Dad you’re hurting me!”

“Hear me when I tell you, you will never see that boy again! You will go to boarding school if you must, you will listen to Eric as he is a responsible child unlike you! He will keep an eye on you and anything he finds out he will report to me! You are grounded for the rest of the school year young lady.” About to respond to him, the door opens. The others look up and watch as Mark walks in.

“Is that him?” Your father seethes. Letting you go harshly as he makes his way over to Mark. “No! Stop!” Your mother and Eric’s father are quickly to pull him away. Mark stays put as your dad begins to curse him out. “You ruined my daughter! I will not let you ruin this family!” “Honey, please.” Pushing her away, you are quick to pull her to your side.

“Mr. y/l/n, whatever you feel about me, I accept it. But you shouldn’t take it out on your family. Especially y/n.” “Like hell I do! She’s a disgrace to this family! Better I had a boy.” You wince at his rejection but silently cry to the side. Eric now standing by you with pity. Worried eyes as he looks at the scene unfold.

“I love your daughter sir. I really do and it wasn’t right we went behind your back but we weren’t doing it to dishonor everything you’ve done to help y/n and the family. We worried you wouldn’t accept us, your daughter has always been responsible.” “Responsible? Alright tell me young man, have you two had sex yet?” Your eyes widen as you shake your head at Mark. Fearful of what your father was capable of if he admitted it, but Mark only smiles at you sadly and goes to say yes.

“No, they haven’t.” Eric speaks up. Looking over, everyone in the house does so. “And how do you know?” Your father asks him. “Because I heard y/n speak about it. She told her friend, she wasn’t ready yet. No matter how much she loves Mark she wanted to wait.” He speaks ignoring you as you watch him cover you up. Showing little to no shock as you the turn to your father who eyes you. “So why did you insinuate it?” “I was jealous.” He murmurs.

“Son? Explain yourself? This is so unlike you.” His mother tells him. “I didn’t like the idea of y/n with Mark, so I lied so that they would separate but instead I only brought more damage to your family. I’m sorry Mr. Y/l/n, they really are being responsible.” “Doesn’t change the fact she lied to our faces and kept this to herself-“ “Dear, try to understand her. She didn’t like the idea of disappointing her father. We did the same when we were young remember? It took you a long time to face my father.”

The room grows silent, your father watched Mark slowly approach you. Taking your hands, “I’m not lying when I say I love your daughter sir. I really do care for her and only want to keep her happy. Just give me a chance, give us a chance to prove to you that we are serious. We aren’t being reckless.” Eyeing the two of you so close, the anger slowly dissipates. Turning to your mother as she silently asks him to let it go.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, taking a step towards you. Taking your hands from Mark’s, seeing the already forming bruise he curses himself for doing that to you. “I shouldn’t- I was just- I’m so sorry.” He pulls you into a hug. Standing warily, you pat him lightly. “I shouldn’t have hit you, no reason to have done that and I’m sorry. I just got so angry and…” looking between you and Mark he sighs.

“I don’t like the idea of you dating but, I should’ve expected it to have happen sooner or later. Just, promise me you’ll be safe?” Nodding, you force a smile. He knew it was but it was enough for him. Your forgiveness wouldn’t come easy but he as okay with that. Eric’s family soon dismissed themselves as they take their son away. Disappointed scoldings to him on their way out. “And you.” He turns to Mark, “Take care of her.” “Of course.” Mark shakes his hand, a bit taken aback when he gets pulled in.

“Does it hurt?” You shake your head. Bruise covered up by makeup, the stadium loud already as the bleachers begin to fill up. It was time for the game to start soon, and Mark still hadn’t changed into his gear. Instead sitting next to you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear and inspect the injured part of your cheek worriedly. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there in time to stop it.” Shaking your head, you kiss him. “Just glad it’s over.” You tell him. Mark nods, a small silence falls upon you two. “He’s getting therapy. Was told the stress had been triggering his anger. Even going to marriage counseling with my mother.”

“That’s good.” “Yeah.” Lifting your head up from his shoulder you smile at him lazily. It’s been a week since the argument, you and your father hadn’t talked much but he’s been trying to get more involved in your life and do little acts of helps for you to forgive him. Eric had moved away again, this time since his parents had to go to Italy for business. Had heard much and for that you were glad. “Don’t you got a game to win?” Mark smirks and winks. “Of course I do-“ Mark stops in his tracks when he looks down and sees the jersey you were wearing. “Hell no.” He says, taking your hand and off the bleachers. Giggling you whine as Mark drags you away. “Stay here.” Standing outside the locker rooms, he rushes in. Ignoring his teammates demanding him to change already. “Going hold on.”

Going through his jerseys, he picks one out. His favorite one on you and runs out. “Mark-“ grabbing your hand and pulling you two in a closet, he locks it behind and begins to lift the jersey off you. Laughing you whine as he throws the jersey on the floor harshly. “It was just a joke! I didn’t think you’d take it so seriously.” You giggle as he puts his on you. Grasping each arm to pull through each arm sleeve hole. “Ha ha what a great joke to wear Sungchan’s jersey.” Smashing your lips as soon as he pulls his jersey down, you cup his face and lean in closer. Pulling you up and setting you on top of the counter, you cross your legs around his waist.

A groan let out as you pull him closer. “Fuck.” He rasps out when you run a hand down over his crotch. Messing up his hair the more you run your hand through it, disheveled and fuzzy as your lipstick gets smeared all over his lips. Sucking hickies on his neck, red lip marks all over his neck. Grinding into you as he loses himself to you. “Nooo.” He whispers frustratingly as you pull away. “Sorry, you have to game to play.” “But you gave me blue balls.” He fakes a pout.

His throat dries when you spread your legs. Shorts that were very easy to pull down. “Win this game and I’ll let you take me anywhere, anytime right after.” Groaning, he rolls his eyes back and falls into your stomach. Giggling as he wraps his arms around you. “God you’ll be the death of me.” Lifting his jersey you’re wearing and planting a soft kiss right on the spot he most adores. Just below your belly button where he sees the outline of his tip get fucked deep in you. “I’ll be back in a few to fuck the shit out of you.” He winks and kisses you. Setting you down, and the two of you part.

So he may have lied to his future father in law about not having had sex with you but at least he was honest that he would do anything to keep you happy. And when the time ran out, the crowd roared and his team cheered for yet another victory. His eyes immediately settled on yours. Taking off his helmet as your hickies on his neck gets exposed the earns many screams and whistles of approval. Biting the inside of your cheek as you squeeze your legs, not paying to mind anything your friends were saying as you two kept eye contact. A smug grin appeared on his face as the many ideas came to mind for what the rest of the night shall go for the two of you, happy he shall make you.

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