Yall will never believe it,,, but I’m actually working on smt rn 😈😈😈 another Haechan fic (no one’s surprised) inspired by Round&Round because its trending and i’ve always loveddd this song
It's ok if you take some time we'll patiently waiting for you but you have to give us another part of just one more you can't keep us hanging 😭
Ahhh okay to be honest I did have a lot more planned for this story but my motivation just fell off so hard,,,i dont want writing to feel like a chore so unless i refind the motivation to finish it properly this will most likely be the ending :,)
Pairings - Fratboy!Haechan x reader (lowkey x dreamies)
Word Count - 3k
Content Warning - smut (obvi), angst, slight corruption kink, dacryphilia, oral (f receiving). fingering, drinking, loss of virginity, Fratboy! Haechan (kinda), Toxic!Haechan, mentions of drowning (what??) pls Imk if I missed anything
Summary - You curse your new neighbours for partying what feels like every night, the booming bass making it impossible to sleep. Fed up, you finally ask them to turn it down, but when you're forced to make a seemingly harmless deal, things spiral faster than you ever could've imagined.
A/N - I know I took forrrrever to post this but hopefully it makes up for the wait <3 Also this is most likely the last part :,) new stories coming soooooon
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Haechan rests between your thighs, looking up at you as he waits patiently for your consent, his fingers lazily tracing little shapes around your exposed skin above the waistband.
You bite you lip, before finally giving him a nod to continue, your face heating up as you do so.
He smirks, wasting no time pulling off his sweatpants off your body.
The cold air tickling your skin instinctively makes your legs close, but his big hands carefully pry them back open.
He slowly lowers his head down between your legs, your gaze fixated on his every movement. How he manages to look so handsome in every moment still blows your mind.
Kisses start to litter your inner thighs, gradually growing closer to where you’re craving his touch the most. Your eyebrows scrunch, your need for his touch, for him, becoming unbearable.
“Please.”
Is all your able to say, your voice wispy and breathless.
He looks up, meeting your eyes mischievously, giving your thighs a squeeze, making you squirm.
“Be patient, princess.”
He lowers his head back between your thighs, his nose lightly grazing your bundle of nerves. Your hips moving slightly at the small stimulation.
Seeing you react this way, he can’t contain himself any longer, his tongue running up your slit before swirling around that same bundles of nerves. His lips wrapping around and starting sucking rhythmically.
Your body jolts, and his hands quickly move to hold your hips still, pressing them against the bed to ensure he’s in full control.
You tilt your head back in bliss as he continues to eat you out, this feeling of pleasure unlike anything you’ve felt before.
Your hands jump to his hair as he hits an especially sensitive area, your fingers tangling between his soft black strands.
You tug lightly and he lets out a small groan in response, the vibrations against your core pushing you closer to your climax.
“Haechan..I’m gonna…”
You try your best to warn him but you find it painfully difficult to get out a sentence without moaning between each breath.
He continues to devour you, his hooded eyes looking up to meet yours. The lust encapsulated in his eyes send you over the edge, as your body lifts off the bed as your head falls back.
A string of moans and obscenities tumble from your lips as you cum on his tongue, his gaze never leaving your face as he fully takes the moment in.
You pull him back up, needing desperately to kiss him again, and he obliges. His tongue pushing past your lips as you taste yourself.
He pulls away to get a better look at you. Your eyes glazed over, cheeks red and glowing from the sweat.
“Just when I thought you couldn’t get anymore beautiful.”
He says, his voice laced with a sincerity you hadn’t heard from him before.
You kiss him again, this time more slow and passionate rather than fast and hungry.
Suddenly, he breaks away from you, pushing himself off his bed. You look up at him confused, and he smiles at you, though winces slightly as he readjusts his pants.
You eyes follow the movement, landing on the clearly painful tent in his jeans. You fumble with your shirt nervously at the sight.
“Don’t worry, I’m just gonna take a quick shower to take care of this.”
He says in a joking but reassuring tone, able to sense your nervousness to go any further.
“Are you sure?”
“Nothing I haven’t done before.”
He teases, causing you to roll your eyes in response. He makes his way over to the bathroom taking his shirt off as he goes.
You watch his back muscles flex slightly at his movements, but only for a second before the door closes behind him.
Reality finally hits that your laying in his bed, in Haechans bed, half naked, after he just ate you out. And now he’s in the bathroom just across from you “taking care of himself”.
You stand up, the whole situation making your body heat up again. You look to the balcony, and decide some fresh air might help. The image of Haechan in the next room making your body even hotter.
You step out, the cool air kissing your exposed legs. You lean against the wall, listening to the music drift up from downstairs as you close your eyes.
“Y/n?”
You jump, the voice having come from seemingly no where. You look around, your eyes finally meeting Jaemin’s, who’s standing on the opposite side of the balcony.
You pull Haechans oversized shirt down, praying that no wind decides to come expose your naked bottom half.
“What are you doing out here?”
You asked confused, as you thought the only way to access it was Haechans room. But as you look around you realize the balcony is longer than you’d initially realized having two additional doors connected to it.
“Just came to get a better view of the party, I’m trying to scope out some fresh prey.”
You look at him with a disgusted look on your face. He looks back over to you and laughs once he sees your expression.
“Relax, I’m joking, kind of. Plus don’t act all high and mighty now.”
His gives you a knowing look, gesturing with his head towards the door you just came from.
You follow his gaze, your heart speeding up as you realize how much of Haechans room can be seen through the windows.
You look back and him with a slight panic and he snickers with a shit eating grin at your reaction.
“You freak.”
Is all you manage to say, embarrassment creeping up your body and seeping into your bones.
“Last I remember, you were the one who walked in on me and stayed to watch.”
“I didn’t stay to watch!”
You retaliate.
“Oh come on, you definitely stayed longer than needed.”
You shake your head in distain, having no idea how to deal with someone like him.
“Don’t worry y/n, I haven’t been out here for long. I didn’t see anything either,”
He pauses swaying his head from side to side teasingly, as if he was deep in thought.
“Though, the music up here is much quieter than it is downstairs. Listen you can even hear the birds sing.”
You look away, no longer able to maintain eye contact. He laughs, clearly taking great joy in tormenting you.
You startle as someone knocks in the glass window behind you. You turn to see Haechan standing with a towel wrapped around his waist waving to you to come back in.
Jaemin gives you one last teasing look before walking back through the door he came from. You follow suit, opening the door you came from and walking back into Haechan’s room.
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The cold water splashes your face as you try your best to wake up. You’ve slept in, once again, and now you’re running late to work, one of your worst nightmares.
It’s been a couple days since Haechan’s party and while you’d be lying if you said it didn’t consume your thoughts, you doubt he feels the same way.
After heading home shortly after your conversation with Jaemin, you couldn’t help but expect a call, or at least a text, from Haechan checking to see if you got home safe.
You assumed he was just busy hosting and didn’t have time, but then the next day came and went and so did the next, and the next. Radio silence.
But that was fine, you were so unbothered. So unbothered. It’s not like his head had been buried between your legs or anything.
Alas, you had no more time to dwell on this as you rushed to your car, almost forgetting to lock your door on the way out.
You twist your key to start the ignition, only to be met with silence. You try again and with no avail. Your car won’t start.
You bang your head against the wheel, causing a loud honk to echo through the underground parking lot.
You slam the door to your car as you step out, furiously typing on your phone. There has to be an uber or lift nearby. Fuck you’re already running late and now this.
“You good?”
You look up, your eyes meeting with his dark pupils that draw you in instantly. As if this situation couldn’t get any worse.
“It’s not a good time Haechan.”
You snap at him, your gaze already back on your phone, though it pained you to look away from him. He leans over sneaking a peak at your screen.
“Need a ride?”
Biting your lip, you’re faced with a choice between your pride and dignity, or your job.
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His music blasts, the bass shaking your body and the car with every boom. You were very familiar with his music taste by now, many sleepless nights caused by his ridiculously loud speakers.
Unfortunately, you were in no position to complain, since he was doing you a big favour by driving you to work, especially on such short notice.
Besides you were barely paying attention to the song, your thoughts once again consumed by memories and unanswered questions.
You can’t help but wonder if you should’ve heeded your friend’s warning. Maybe she was right, maybe you were just a challenge for him to conquer and that’s all.
Maybe he was someone you should have no feelings for, someone you should have never gotten attached to, someone you should have never let touch you.
Yet, being in his presence again, smelling his cologne, you could almost still feel the ghost of his touch on your skin, and you can’t help but yearn to feel it again. The memories of the sweet whispers exchanged in his room haunt you.
You see the facility you work at up ahead and decide that if you don’t leave the car right this instant, you’re gonna go insane.
“You can just drop me off here.”
“Huh?”
He responds, clearly not hearing you but also making no effort to turn the music down.
You roll your eyes as you move to twist the nob down yourself, missing his smirk as you do.
“Can I just drop you off here?”
He asks innocently.
“Yeah just drop me off-“
You pause mid sentence finally processing his little prank.
“Ha ha so funny.”
“You better laugh louder than that if you want me to pick you up.”
You shake your head, laughing at his remark. You hop out of his car closing the door. He rolls the window down, looking at you expectantly.
“You don’t need to drive me back too, I’ll probably just get an uber or something.”
A look flashes across his face, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.
“How long is your shift?”
“6 hours, why?”
“Then I’ll meet you back here in 6 hours.”
Before you can protest any further, he zooms off, his tires squealing slightly as he goes.
You sigh, shaking your head, trying your absolute best to ignore the smile fighting its way onto your face. Knowing he’ll be all you’ll be able to think about until you see him again.
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Your shift comes and goes, much faster than you had expected. Haechan had been at the drop off spot, pulling in just as you walked out, a proud smile painted on his delicate features. He always was good at timing things perfectly.
The ride home was much like the ride there. He was calmly listening to music while you fought waging wars in your mind, a battle between your heart and brain (and your pussy).
You walked back together, now without the loud music to fill the quiet space, it’s filled with awkward small talk. Mixed feelings tainting the air between you two.
You now stand in your doorway, the war in your mind has become a viscous bloodbath, a victor finally emerging from the rumble and taking control.
Just as he turns the knob to enter his room, you call out to him, causing his moves to halt.
“Hey, as a thanks for being my personal chauffeur for the day, how about you join me for dinner. I’ll take a turn at being your personal chef.”
He pauses for a second, still holding the door leading into his apartment.
“Cmon, y/n, you know I can’t say no to you.”
With that he whirls around, almost skipping into your apartment, leaving you standing in the doorway.
You take a second to compose yourself before following him inside.
“So whatcha cooking chef? Can we get some kimchi jjigae in here.”
Haechan calls as you enter the kitchen. He looks like an excited little boy sitting at the table just before his parents walk in with a lit birthday cake.
You let out a small laugh at the thought of this full grown man getting giddy about his birthday.
“Alright, coming right up. Do you mind of I play some music? It helps me cook.”
“Of course.”
You sit against the counter and you connect your phone to your house speakers. Cigarettes after sex starts playing softly.
You can’t stop yourself from looking up to check Haechan’s reaction to your music taste. He’s already looking at you, his eyes sparkling before something shifts and he turns away.
“Do you not like this song or something?”
“No, no I actually love it. I’m just surprised you listen to them too.”
“You’re surprised? I’m the one who’s shocked mr. fuckboy actually has good music taste after all.”
He glares at your back at your remark, not that you would even notice, as your focus had already fully shifted to cooking the meal.
“I’m not a fuckboy, y/n.”
“Yeah I know, you’re secretly a soft sensitive boy who listens to cigarettes after sex, right?”
“I know I’m not getting heat from the virgin right now.”
You spin around dramatically, clutching your chest like you’d been shot.
“Low blow, Haechan.”
He rolls his eyes at your performance, trying his best to stifle his grin.
“I’d rather be a virgin that have a body count in the hundreds.”
“It’s actually in the thousands.”
You and Haechan continue bickering and teasing with each other as you finish up cooking. Occasionally he’d stop talking suddenly or would interrupt you to sing along to whatever song was playing.
You were actually blown away by how stunning his voice was, not expecting someone like him to be able to sing like that. He hit every note perfectly. Though you’d rather die than ever compliment him out loud.
After setting the table and placing two bowls down, you go back to the fridge to grab something to drink. Before you can even sit down Haechan had already stuffed his face with the kimchi jjigae.
“This…this stuff is so. good.”
“Wow, thanks for waiting for me.”
You say flatly, as you sit down. He looked at you with a cute pout.
“I tried waiting, but it just smelled so good I couldn’t resist.”
“You need better self control.”
His face falters for a second, before he lets out a little scoff.
“I’m well aware.”
The two of you finish up your meals. Despite everything that has gone on between the two of you, this moment of peace filled you with unexpected happiness. It felt exactly how you imagined all those happy married couples looked dining after a long day of work. Something about it felt so right.
But before you could fully bask in the moment, he gets up. You look at him confused, and he holds up his empty bowl, looking satisfied. He washes it in the sink even though you told him he didn’t need to.
You both stand at the doorway, the feeling of almost awkwardness lingering in the air. It was like both of you were too scared to talk, as it would result in someone leaving.
“Thank you again for the meal.”
He says finally breaking the silence. You smile up at him, the urge to kiss him almost painful. Being in his presence has that effect on you.
He looks down at you, with a sweet smirk on his face, and you can’t help but hope he feels the same way.
You wrap your arms around his neck and lean in towards him.
I love when someone interacts with JOM and i get the notif cuz its like a little reminder to get back on it.
SPEAKING OFFFFFFF i just finished writing another 1000 words so now i just need to proof read and clean up the ending and yall will finally have what youve been fiending for LOL
Not to rush you or anything, bc I know things get busy and writing can take some time because of various reasons (plenty of experience with many of my own reasons...) but I NEED part 3 of Just One More😭
Once again, not to rush you or anything. But just know you definitely have an audience who's impatiently patiently waiting for more because your writing is really wonderful, and we want (NEED) more:) I hope you're doing well and that you had a wonderful Christmas!!!
Not yall reprimanding me like a strict parent 😫😫😫
no but this actually motivated me to finally start part 3 (ik ive promised it sooo many times but its on yall for believing me atp LOL) so im happy to say ive just completed the first 1000 words of pt3 and thank you all for being soooo patient with me
Im gonna eat and come back to finish the rest but dont get your expectations too high that its coming today or even tmrw 🙏🏻 but yall can trust me fr when i say its coming SOON (fr fr this time)
Pairings - Fratboy!Haechan x reader (lowkey x dreamies)
Word Count - 3k
Content Warning - smut (obvi), angst, slight corruption kink, dacryphilia, oral (f receiving). fingering, drinking, loss of virginity, Fratboy! Haechan (kinda), Toxic!Haechan, mentions of drowning (what??) pls Imk if I missed anything
Summary - You curse your new neighbours for partying what feels like every night, the booming bass making it impossible to sleep. Fed up, you finally ask them to turn it down, but when you're forced to make a seemingly harmless deal, things spiral faster than you ever could've imagined.
A/N - part two yippeee :3 sorry it was so late loll
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You slowly open your eyes, immediately closing them again in pain as your head throbs.
“Holy fuck.”
Is all you’re able to say, as you try again to open your eyes, your vision slightly blurry. You reach for where your water bottle sits on your nightstand, only to find an empty space.
You continue to feel around the nightstand only for your eyes to fully adjust, and for you to realize this night stand is black rather than the off white colour you’re used to.
This shock wakes you up fully in a matter of seconds, and you look around an unfamiliar room, in an unfamiliar bed.
“Holy fuck.”
You repeat, the reality of your situation setting in. After a moment of processing, you quickly toss away to sheets, and sigh in relief as you see that all your clothes from the previous night are still on.
You check the other side of the bed hesitantly, patting on a puffy part of the blanket, only for it to sink down upon your touch.
Saying a small thank you to the universe, you climb out of the bed, and walk towards the door. You wrap your hands around the handle and push.
It doesn’t budge.
You twist and push again, still nothing. You try again with your whole body weight pressing against the door, only to here a groan come from the other side.
“Fuck, give me a second, would ya.”
A grumpy voice can be heard through the door.
“Haechan?”
You ask tentatively. Opening the door with ease after hearing a body shuffle out of the way.
“In the flesh.”
He says leaning against the other side of the hallway.
“Why did you sleep outside?”
“I knew you’d end up in my bed eventually , but I excepted me to be joining you. So I think the better question is why did you sleep inside, inside my room. ”
You tilt your head, that is a good question actually. You try to think back to last night, only for the sinking realization that you can’t remember much past the game of truth or dare.
“Oh god, what happened last night.”
Your voice slightly panicked. So many different scenarios start flipping through your head, like a disturbing film reel.
He just laughs looking entertained and surprisingly handsome for someone who slept on the floor all night.
“Does this mean you don’t remember our deal? Tsk tsk, I’m disappointed. No worries though, I remember the deal, so it’s no issue.”
“You made a deal with me while I was blacked out? You totally took advantage of me.”
He raises an eyebrow, tilting his head to meet your gaze.
“If I actually wanted to take advantage of you, I could’ve. You were a mess.”
His words sting, a darkness in his eyes almost consuming you. Though, when he sees your face drop even more, he sighs, rolling his eyes in annoyance and starts to explain.
“Not that long after truth or dare you locked yourself in here and told me to guard the door ‘with my life’.”
Now you look more confused than upset.
“Why would I do that?”
You wonder aloud.
“If I had to guess, it might’ve been from the fact that everyone here wanted to talk to you. Jaemin, Jeno, Chenle, Mark. You won’t alone for more than a second before someone wanted to steal you away.”
Something hangs between the lines as he speaks, a negative emotion your hungover state can’t place it’s finger on.
“Okay…so what was the deal?”
You’re almost scared to ask.
“That you’ll come to my next party.”
He smiles widely, he finds himself hilarious.
“Are you serious.”
“Dead, but the next one isn’t here, it’s at my parents’ house. They’re gone for the weekend and the pool there is sick.”
“A pool party?”
He nods, pushing himself off the wall to move closer to you.
“Now how about you scamper on home. You’ve had a long night.”
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The next day while on facetime with your friend, you decide to tell her about the party. She’s half listening while doing her makeup, but when you mention Haechan she freezes.
“Wait did you say Haechan? Like Lee Haechan? Tall? Black hair? Sarcastic? Sexy?”
“Uh yeah? Why?”
You ask confused, but by the expression on her face, your know whatever your friend is about to say is bad news.
“Y/n he is a known fuckboy. Like he’s in a frat for godsake. You need to be careful around him, I’m serious.”
You roll your eyes annoyed.
He’s Mr. pump and dump, smash and dash, ejaculate and evacu-“
“okay okay I get it, thank you,”
You cut her off, getting the message loud and clear.
“I wasn’t planning on getting with him, don’t worry. He couldn’t get close even if he tried.”
“Didn’t you just say you blacked out and slept in his bed.”
“Okay shut up, it won’t happen again.”
She nods, looking unconvinced. You two continue to chat until you get another call, this time from an unsaved number.
“Wait I’m getting a call, gimme a sec.”
You answer the call bringing your phone to your ear.
“Hello? This is y/n right?”
“Uh yes, speaking?”
“It’s me, don’t get too excited.”
You sigh, his familiar voice teasingly heard through the phone.
“How did you get my number, Haechan.”
“You gave it to me when you were drunk.”
“No I didn’t.”
There’s a long pause.
“…I got it off Jisung’s phone.”
That definitely makes more sense, you know you were black out, but there was no chance you would have given Haechan your number.
“I’m just calling to make sure you’re still coming to the party tonight? I’m already at the place getting stuff ready, it’s gonna be lit.”
“Do I have to go?”
You whine, hoping he’ll take some sympathy on you from how tired you sound.
“Yup! See you then.”
You hear a long tone, signalling he’s hung up. Fine, you’ll go to his pool party, but he never said anything about actually swimming. You do enough of that at work anyways.
Calling back your friend, you quickly update her on who called and what he said. She gave you a worried look, warning you again to be careful.
With the closet doors swung open, you start shifting through your clothes trying to pick an outfit. You get an idea, turning back to your phone.
“Wait, why don’t you just come with me? That way you can keep an eye on this whole Haechan thing and we can have fun for once.”
“Can’t I have an opening shift tomorrow.”
You groan in response, turning back to your closet in defeat.
“Whatever I didn’t even want you to go anyways.”
You tease.
The two of you continue to joke around, her giving you advice on what to wear and you modelling your options.
You end up settling on short denim shorts, paired with a white baby tee. With everything said and done, you tell her good bye before grabbing your keys and heading out to the party
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The house is bigger than you ever would’ve imagined and it is jumping. This party was massive, especially compared to his previous party. People had gathered all over the property, some on the front lawn, some on a balcony up above you head.
You shift your weight between your feet, suddenly feeling nervous. Once again you feel the need to find Haechan, rationalizing your thoughts by saying it’s only to ensure he knows you held up your side of the deal. You were an hour late so he’s probably wondering where you are, right?
You’re barely two steps into the house when you hear someone call your name.
“Y/n! Get your ass over here, love.”
Jeno stands next to Chenle and Mark, the three of them already holding red solo cups.
“Go grab a drink.”
Jeno gestures with his head towards where the kitchen must be located. You shake your head with an awkward smile.
“I can’t drink, and I’m serious this time. I drove here.”
The boys look a little disappointed but nod in understanding. They continue to talk amongst each other, but you can’t listen, your eyes scanning the crowd nonstop.
Mark interrupts your search with a smirk.
“Looking for someone special?”
He teases, but you can tell he already knows who your dying to see.
“He’s outside, near the pool.”
With that you say goodbye, telling them you’ll be back in a bit, and head off towards the backyard.
The music is just as loud outside as it is inside, your ears still not fully adjusted. The pool itself is quite big as well, although there are very few people actually swimming. Most of them just sitting along the edge talking, only dipping there feet in.
The familiar smell of chlorine tickles your nose and you do a quick scan of the pool, simply out of habit when you notice a boy bobbing a bit in what you assume to be the deep end.
“Oh god please don’t actually be drowning.”
You whisper to yourself, your eyes still locked onto him, he was clearly struggling but you were having a hard time figuring out if it was just a prank or if he was really sinking.
Suddenly his head dips bellow the surface and doesn’t return, and you spring into action, running to the edge closest to him and diving in.
Under the water you can see him, still struggling, but his eyes slowly closing. You hook your arms around his, securing him in your grasp, and pinching his nose with your other hand. You kick back to the surface, your lungs starting to burn.
Returning to the surface, you see a couple boys waiting at the edge, you shout instructions to them as you tow the boy in their direction.
Ordering them on how to lift him out, you plunge back into the water, sitting the boy on your shoulder. You tap the deck three times, signalling to the boys to pull him up, and you push him upwards as hard as you can.
They drag him away from the pool and you climb out quickly, following them. You’re fully locked in, having done this a hundred times.
Sitting next to him as he coughs, you run through your typical checklist. He turns out to be relatively fine, just a stupid victim of drinking and swimming, something that should never mix.
As you continue to talk to him, you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn to see Haechan staring at you with such intensity you almost flinch.
“I saw everything, are you okay?”
“Of course, I mean it’s always a little scary but I’m fine. I’m more worried about him.”
“He’s fine, just an idiot. Here, let’s get you dried off.”
You now remember that you’re not actually wearing your guarding uniform. Looking down, you realize your white shirt has become completely see through, sticking to your body, your red bra on full display.
“Yeah okay, thank you.”
With that he grabs your hand and leads you through the party to his bedroom upstairs, weaving between people in crowded places.
“This is my room, head inside. I’ll be right back.”
You open the door hesitantly, turning back for his reassurance, but he has already disappeared. You walk inside to see his room is surprisingly neat. It’s pretty big too, with posters lining his walls, he even has a balcony that overlooks the backyard.
You notice a mirror attached to his closet and walk over to see how much of a mess you look right now. Your mascara is ruined, running down your face like you just watched the saddest movie ever. You hair is soaked, it looks almost intentionally slicked back, except for a stray strand or two.
While fussing with it, you hear the door open, but you pay Haechan no mind as he enters, closing the door behind him. You’re much too occupied fixing your hair.
He comes behind you, brining his head next to yours, staring at your reflection with darkened eyes.
“You look so pretty.”
He whispers, bringing his hand around the opposite side of your head to smudge some of the black staining your cheeks.
“What I wouldn’t give to make your mascara run like this”.
You feel your face heat up, your stomach doing a flip from to his words and touch. You swat his hand away, turning your face.
“Shut up, Haechan.”
He just smirks, and hands you a folded towel. You hastily take it and walk over to his connected bathroom. You lock the door behind you and undress.
The shower itself is heavenly. The water on your skin had became cold, so the heat of the water pouring down felt amazing. You wash your hair and do your best to rid your face of the racoonish look it’s taken.
You finally finish, wrapping the towel just below your shoulders once you’re dry. You reach for your clothes before realizing they’re still soaked. It had completely slipped your mind that you’d need new clothes.
You tentatively open the door, peaking your head around the room. You see Haechan laying on his bed, scrolling on his phone absentmindedly. You call out to him, and he looks up, his eyes instantly devouring you.
“I uh, could I borrow some clothes? Mine are still wet.”
He doesn’t move for a moment, still taking you in. Finally, he gets up, and walks over to his closet.
“Lemme see what I have, I might have some old sweatpants that might fit.”
He ends up picking black sweat pants and a matching black long sleeve, tossing both to you. You catch them with one hand, not daring to let go of the towel.
Slipping back into the bathroom, you quickly change. You check out your new outfit in the bathroom mirror. Both items are way too big for you. Even though the shirt is massive it somehow still hugs the curves of your breasts. You don’t love the fact that you have nothing on underneath Haechans clothes.
You step back into his room where he’s waiting for you.
“How do the pants fit?”
You pull up the shirt slightly with one hand, and pull up the sweats with the other, before dropping them, demonstrating how they drop down landing just below your hip bones.
“What do you think?”
You ask sarcastically. He let’s out a little laugh at your demonstration, stepping closer.
“Here let me help.”
He grabs the waist of the pants, rolling them up once then twice. His fingers ghosting your bare waist in the process. When he finishes, his hands still remain. You can’t help but hyper focus on his touch, on how his warm hands feel on your skin.
Tension fills the air. You look up at him, meeting his gaze. There’s another pause, and you can’t take it anymore.
“Kiss me already.”
You whisper, it’s barely audible, you would’ve wondered if he had even heard you if he hadn’t already dipped down, meeting your lips with his.
His grip on your waist tightens as he pushes you against the wall, his leg moving to find home between yours.
Your mouths move together unison, you feel yourself falling deeper in his trance. Though, there’s still a small whisper in your head, reminding you of your friends words, her warning.
Before you can pay attention to it, Haechan starts to push your body down on his thigh, guiding you to grind slowly against it. His kisses moving to your neck, causing you to tilt your head back on the wall in pleasure.
A hand snakes up your waist to rest on your breast, his thumb running over your bud delicately. A small moan escapes your lips, and you swear you can feel him smile against the skin of your neck.
He continues to attack your neck, his hand squeezing and massaging your breast rhythmically.
You pull his head back up by his chin to kiss him, your lips were feeling lonely.
He picks you up, and your legs wrap instinctually around his waist. He carries you to his bed, laying you down gently.
His arms resting on either side of your head, he looks down on you like you’re a feast for kings and he is starving.
He gives you quick but deep kiss, before moving down your body. His hand moves to the waist of your sweatpants, but you grab it before he can slide them down your legs.
“Haechan.”
You say breathlessly, staring down at him with puppy-like eyes.
“Yes, y/n?”
“I..I don’t want to move too fast.”
He looks up at you, a smirk slowly growing on his face. Your innocence is so cute to him.
“Don’t worry princess, you don’t have to move at all. I’ll do all the work.”
He teases, but he still doesn’t move, waiting for your approval to continue.
You bite your lip. Your friend’s warning ringing through your head again.
Fuck it, just one more night with Haechan can’t hurt.
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Pairings - Fratboy!Haechan x reader (lowkey x dreamies)
Word Count - 3k
Content Warning - smut (obvi), angst, slight corruption kink, dacryphilia, oral (f receiving), fingering, drinking, loss of virginity, Fratboy! Haechan (kinda), Toxic!Haechan, mentions of drowning (what??) pls Imk if I missed anything
Summary - You curse your new neighbours, partying what feels like every night, the booming bass making it impossible to sleep. Fed up, you finally ask them to turn it down, but when you're forced to make a seemingly harmless deal, things spiral faster than you ever could've imagined.
A/N - Ty all sm for the support on the teaser, its genuinely such a big motivator <3
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Your alarm clock beeps, 4:45am glowing in red. You rub your eyes tiredly, crawling out of bed. It feels like time’s moving extra slow as you groggily go through your morning routine.
Finally ready for the day, you grab your work bag and red lifeguard shirt and head out the door to your opening shift at the pool.
Time goes by slowly and painfully, your tiredness making it difficult to pay attention to the early morning swimmers. You spent your time off deck doing some last minutes studying, though you doubt you actually retained any information.
The midterm was rougher than you had expected but you’re sure you’ve at least passed. You felt a slight weight lift off your shoulder as you hand it in, knowing reading break was right around the corner.
You finally arrive home, absolutely exhausted. You change into your lounge wear and instantly pass out on your couch.
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You’re jolted awake, the sound of someone trying to break down your door booming through the apartment.
You scramble to get up, still drossy, as you shuffle your way to the door, grumbling.
“I’m coming, fuck, gimme a fucking second.”
You throw open the door angrily to reveal Haechan standing there.
“You didn’t forget about our deal did you?”
You throw a hand up to your forehead, it had completely slipped your mind. Plus you were so tired upon arriving home you didn’t even have a chance to think about it.
“And after we were so quiet last night too.”
He frowns, shaking his head in disappointment.
You had to admit they held up their side of the deal perfectly, and you weren’t trying to find out how loud they’d blast their music if you went back on this deal.
“Yeah no I’m coming, I just fell asleep.”
His face instantly lights up.
“Are you wearing that?”
He asks gesturing to your shorts and hoodie.
“Because honestly I wouldn’t mind, maybe just comb your hair a bit.”
You run your hands through your hair subconsciously but you quickly stop, annoyed when you catch yourself.
“No I’m not wearing this, just give me an hour to get ready.”
“Make it half.”
And with that he walks back to his apartment, leaving you to bask in your sorrow.
You run your hand through your hair again, checking it in the reflection of a nearby mirror. It did look really messy.
In all honesty, going to a party was the last thing you wanted do to right now, especially since your bed looked so welcoming. But if nothing else, you were a girl of your word, so you hopped into the shower.
The familiar sound of music blaring causes you to hesitate knocking on the door infront of you. You can’t even remember the last time you partied. Always going to school, studying, or working, you never had time to go out and have fun.
You debate turning back around and cozying up back in bed, your word be damned. You shift, turning back to leave, before realizing a boy is blocking your path.
He’s holding two packs of coolers, looking at you with a smirk.
“Where do you think you’re going? Pretty sure the party is that way.”
You sigh in defeat, and go to knock, but he interrupts your attempt.
“Do you really think they’ll hear you over the music? It’s open.”
You look back at him, his sharp eyes staring back in condescending confusion. He had this expensive aura to him that almost intimidated you.
When you don’t break eye contact, he leans forward, and you stumble back startled. He’s inches away from your face, his eyes still blaring into yours, when you hear the door open. You turn and realize he was leaning forward to open it.
He snickers and your reaction and walks past you, holding up the coolers in triumph.
“Let’s go Chenle!”
The boys shout upon his arrival. You feel so awkward, still standing in the door way, not sure if you should walk in or not.
You step inside as the door closes behind you. Taking in the party, you count around 30 people, clearly a smaller get together. Everyone seems to already know each other, your uncomfortably rising by the second.
You can’t help but look for Haechan, hoping to see some kind of a familiar face, despite the fact you two only properly met yesterday.
Your eyes finally landed on his tall figure, dressed in a nice black shirt and jeans. He’s leaned over a girl, whispering something in her ear. You watch as she blushes and squirms under his gaze as he pulls back to look at her.
The whole scene makes you feel off, so you decide to head towards where you imagine the bathroom is. Assuming the layout is similar to yours, you walk through a hallway with several doors lining it, which is way more doors than your hallway has.
You try your best to guess the right room, saying a small prayer before opening the door.
You’re met with the site of a boy sitting with his head titled back, this adams apple bobbing as he lets out a groan. Your eyes trail down to see and girl on her knees at the edge of the bed, her head between his legs.
He looks down slightly as he notices the now open door, and you peeking in. He bites his lip, scanning you up and down.
Breaking out of a trance you didn’t know you were in, you quickly close the door.
You back away from the door, your face scrunching in embarrassment, but your body is pressed against something before you’re able to get far.
Two hands land on your waist, holding you there, as Haechans face comes into view over your shoulder. His touch sends shivers up your spine.
“Whatcha looking for, princess?”
You can faintly smell a mix of alcohol and cologne as his breath tickles your ear. You try to move away but his grip tightens, restricting your movement.
“Relax, I was just looking for the bathroom.”
He lets out a laugh.
“That room definitely isn’t the bathroom, but I’m sure you’ve realized that by now, haven’t you.”
You narrow your eyes at him, silently hoping your cheeks aren’t as red as they feel, still hyperaware of his hand placement.
“Second door on the left.”
He finally lets go, as if giving you permission to leave. You nod at him as thanks and speed walk over to the second door on left.
You stand in front of the mirror, taking in your reflection. You actually pulled together quite well considering the day you had. Your hair and makeup complimented your features beautifully. Your outfit hugging your body in all the right places.
This is just a stupid party, no need to get so freaked out over people getting a little freaky, right?
Your mental pep talk is interrupted by someone walking into the bathroom, not noticing you at first.
You kick yourself for not locking the door, but the boy who just entered was unbelievably handsome, having a cute boyish look to his features, so you can’t be too mad.
“Oh, oh my god, sorry, fuck, I-I uh didn’t realize someone was in here, so sorry.”
You can’t help but laugh as he struggles to apologize, covering his eyes slightly.
“It’s totally okay, I was just leaving anyways.”
He lowers his hands, only now getting a good look at you. He seems to like what he sees as his face lights up.
“Leaving? Already? We could just chill in here a bit.”
You raise your eyebrow sceptically, though he seemed so innocent, it was hard to tell his intentions.
“I just think a break from all the chaos outside would be nice,”
He quickly clarifies upon seeing your expression shift.
“I’ve never seen you before, what’s your name?”
“oh yeah it’s my first time here, it’s y/n.”
He smiles, his pink gums flashing cutely when he does.
“My name’s Jisung, nice to meet you.”
His aura is much more comforting than anyone else’s you’ve encountered at this party so far. He was slightly shy, but still held himself confidently.
Before you can continue your conversation the door is swung open again.
Now Haechan stands in the doorway looking almost annoyed.
“What the fuck is going on in here?”
His tone is humous and teasing, but the sentiment doesn’t make it to his face.
Jisung just rolls his eyes.
“Nothing, Haechan, we were just talking.”
“Well we’re playing a game now so let’s go. Out, both of you.”
He moves to the side gesturing you two out of the room. Jisung walks past him, but when you try to do the same he stops you in your tracks.
“Here, you’ll need this for the game.”
He holds out a red solo cup, taking a sniff causes you to recoil, the smell of liquor burning your nose.
“Oh, I don’t drink.”
“You do today.”
After a moment, you reluctantly take it. Maybe this will help with the nerves you’ve been trying so hard to ignore.
“Plus, if you do well, you won’t have to have any anyways.”
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Around ten of you now sit in a circle in the living room. Haechan stands in the middle explaining the rules of the game. It’s relatively simple, just truth or dare but if you refuse to do the challenge, you drink.
You look around, seeing some faces you’ve seen before. Chenle, Jisung, Jeno, and the boy from the bedroom, the girl being no where to be seen, are scattered throughout the circle.
“Couldn’t we just lie if we didn’t feel like telling the truth?”
Asks Chenle, titling his head.
“Can’t, we must swear on our life to be honest,”
He responds dramatically.
“But if you still feel like being a liar, Renjun is basically a human lie detector.”
He looks to a boy wearing glasses, who waves to the rest with a tight lipped smile.
With that, Haechan joins the circle, sitting on the couch directly across from you. His eyes now locked onto you.
The game starts with the usual stupid challenges, everyone laughing with each other, a playful feeling fills the air. People have yet to ask you anything, most likely due to the fact that they don’t know your name, which you were beyond grateful for.
Unfortunately, this doesn’t last long as Jisung decided you’ve been too comfortable for too long.
“Why hasn’t anyone asked y/n yet? Jaemin, since it’s your turn, you do it.”
The boy who you’d seen receiving services earlier looks over to you, the same scandalous look returning to his face.
“Hmm okay y/n, truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
You answer almost immediately, not daring to risk hearing the twisted things Jaemin would come up with if you had chosen dare.
“Okay, let’s start with something easy. What’s your body count?”
The room fills with the boys talking, trying to guess what the number might be before you say it.
“I’d guess like five? surely not over ten.”
“I don’t know, she might be in double digits.”
“Look at her, I’m saying at least thirteen.”
“She kind of has this innocent aura though.”
The only person not chiming in was Haechan. As uncomfortable as it was having people you just met discuss your sex life, the way Haechan looked at you made you ten times more uncomfortable.
It felt like he could see right through you, like he already knew the answer; that all his friends were wrong. He knew the moment he touched your waist, knew by the way you reacted so sensitively to his hands.
You tried your best to advert your gaze, laughing uneasily. It’s not that you’re embarrassed or anything…okay you might be slightly embarrassed, nonetheless it’s nothing to be ashamed of.
It’s just the thought of revealing something so personal to a bunch of strangers that didn’t sit well with you.
“I think I’m gonna have to drink.”
Your answer is met with uproar, a series of “boo”s following your announcement.
You ignore them looking at the cup in your hand uneasily, before closing your eyes and taking a long chug.
The boos quickly turn into cheers, encouraging you to drink more.
So you do. You finish the cup in that long chug, a boy, apparently named mark, quickly handing you another drink. You pause, but only for a second, before taking it.
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