the one where your best friend gifts you an entire man, and that man just so happens to be in high demand for everyone but you, until now at least.
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requested by anon: “I don’t like getting off on my own.” + “No one’s ever touched fucked me like this,”
wordcount― 10.3k
pairing― stripper!Jeno x afab reader
content― switch jeno, rich/lonely reader, jeno gets kinda in a weird headspace after he cums lmao
note― congrats, you are witnessing the fact that i cannot defend that this is basically smut from start to finish. theres a lil bit of sugar baby jeno at the end tho so…um, also there’s probably so many typos and way too many commas in this but to be fair i was in horny jail and just fucking going.
OH THIS SHIT HAD ME GIGGLINGGGG I DID NOT THINK IT WAS GONNA TURN INTO SUB JENO HEHEHHEEEE i love the way you transitioned it into jeno submitting it was so natural and smooth thank you for this jeno stripper meal
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summary: haechan sees lots of things he's not meant to see, but finally he sees something that has been right in front of him all this time
length: 13,971 words
tags: voyeurism, exhibitionism, slowburn, friends to lovers, masturbation, general perversion, smut
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There were moments Haechan felt like he was drowning.
With finals, working at the restaurant, searching for a job to jumpstart his career, and graduation preparations as the semester dwindles down, Haechan doesn’t have much time to do anything else. Not even his creepy perversions.
He isn’t given the chance for a repeat performance with Jeno and Jaemin, though he thinks about the night he watched them from across the room fairly often. Luckily, things continue as normal with his friends. They don’t treat him any differently except for the morning after all that.
Jeno had cornered Haechan on the front porch of the house before he left. “Don’t tell anyone about this. I know how you get, Haechan. How you were with Shotaro and his girlfriend. Now that you know about Jaemin and I, now that you’ve watched us, just keep it to yourself. Please. We’ll tell everyone when we’re ready.”
Now, that situation back in October was a bit different. Haechan had liked Shotaro’s girlfriend; his actions had been rooted in jealousy. There’s nothing like that involving either Jaemin or Jeno, so Haechan vows to keep his silence.
Sure, some nights when he just needs to relieve a bit of stress he’ll queue up the video from that night of his two friends, have a quick wank before passing out for the night, but he doesn’t get the chance to watch anyone again or even so much as eavesdrop since YangYang and his pretty girl had stopped seeing each other.
Haechan focuses on staying afloat in his life during the last few weeks of the semester. He keeps his eyes on his future, a rapidly approaching moment sitting on the horizon.
Perhaps he clings on to a few particularly happy moments — the lifesavers keeping him adrift in the chaotic sea that is those last few weeks of the semester.
He holds close to his heart the memories from the night he hangs out at the rental house playing video games and drinking (and reminiscing until they’re all crying, but they don’t talk about the tears afterwards); only him, Mark, Renjun, Jeno, Jaemin, Chenle, and Jisung were there that night, just as they had been from the start when twists of fate threw them all together here at the university.
Haechan fondly remembers snippets of moments with friends between classes: dancing and joking around with Shotaro, playing basketball with Chenle and Mark, grabbing coffees between classes with the girl he shares almost all of his classes with — the day that she almost laughed so hard her drink almost came out her nose, all because he’d accidentally smeared the whipped cream from his drink all across his upper lip.
He remembers one of those nights when the season was still fluctuating between hot days and cool, dewy nights. Several of them had gone bowling and then gone for ice cream; it was silly and felt a bit childish as they piled candy on top of scoops of ice cream, all of them talking loudly over each other and laughing until the workers at the ice cream place were glaring at them.
They’d taken their ice creams to go, sat in the park across the street even though the night had grown misty and cold. There were a few small, round tables squeezed together on a square patch of concrete, and that’s where they all sat.
Haechan found himself seated with Jeno and her. She’d spent the last fifteen minutes telling them all she really needed to be getting home, trying to convince Haechan that they should’ve both stayed at their dorms to study for the exam they had the following day. He wouldn’t be convinced of that, and had actually convinced her instead that she needed ice cream. So here they sat, laughing and eating ice cream with their friends even though the night couldn’t be more than a handful of degrees above freezing.
Xiaojun was sitting at the other table, telling everyone who would listen that his mint chocolate monstrosity of ice cream was delicious — covered in hot fudge and Oreo bits and small chunks of chocolatey mints.
Beside Haechan, she wrinkled her nose.
“Not a fan of mint chocolate?” Haechan asked.
She shook her head. “Nope. Tastes like toothpaste.”
Haechan laughed, fully in agreement. “So what did you get?” He looked at the cup of pink ice cream in front of her, the ice cream almost hidden beneath flecks of rainbow and bits of chocolate and something else. “Unicorn Shit?”
She’d glared, Jeno laughed, and Haechan reached over with his spoon to steal a bite of her ice cream before she could protest. It had been fruity — probably strawberry — with brownie and cheesecake, rainbow sprinkles and chocolate shavings. She’d stared in open-mouthed shock as he shoved a heaping spoonful of her ice cream into his mouth.
He’d gotten brain freeze from it, but it had been worth it. Her cheeks had flushed pink with irritation, and Haechan made it up to her by surrendering to her the rest of his own ice cream as he went around to sample the rest of their friends’ ice creams (except for Xiaojun’s MinCho Monstrosity.)
Perhaps it had been the mingling of all of his friends’ germs in his mouth that resulted a few days later in a brutal cold that stole his voice. It was miserable with a headache and congestion and a sore throat for days, and even after most of his symptoms were alleviated, his voice only slowly returned to him.
“Gonna kiss a prince to make your voice return, Little Mermaid?” YangYang teased him one day while Haechan’s voice was still barely more than a raspy whisper. Haechan threw himself at YangYang, trying to wrestle him and steal a kiss, which just ended up with Haechan pinned to the floor while YangYang blushed and shouted that that’s not what he meant.
It takes a few more days, but soon Haechan’s voice is almost completely returned. His voice is still fragile enough as to embarrass him by cracking like a boy freshly thrown into puberty, but that doesn’t hold Haechan back from attending a job interview for a job he desperately wanted. A position at the Moon Corporation, headed by Moon Taeil who had graduated at the end of Haechan’s first semester of university.
He shouldn’t be at all surprised when he walks in and sees her there waiting for an interview. They’ve been studying towards the same degree since the start; she also knew Taeil in that first semester. But she sits there fidgeting while waiting to be called back for her interview, and Haechan knows he should be running over the interview questions he’d been preparing, but he studies her from the corner of his eye instead.
She won’t stop fidgeting nervously, tucking a loose curl of hair behind her ear only for it to fall back in front of her eyes as soon as she bows her head forward. She crosses and uncrosses her ankles, bounces a foot, shifts her weight a little too far when she goes to cross one leg over the other and nearly loses her balance.
Haechan laughs a bit to himself when he remembers that just the night before they’d been hanging out with all their friends. They’d taken a group picture to commemorate the friendship, with everyone all together, and she’d stood right there by Haechan. He’d just simply tried to pose with her, but she’d nearly fallen over as soon as he touched her. He’d steadied her, his hand on her waist just long enough for the picture.
But that was enough.
The rest of the night he could smell her shampoo or her perfume or whatever it was. Like those three seconds of contact had been enough to get her scent all over him. It hadn’t helped when she sat down beside him to sing more karaoke songs. His voice was still a little too hoarse for him to want to damage it more by singing his heart out all night like he really wanted to do, so he’d sat there quietly all night in control of the song selections. But Haechan had wanted to sing along with her when she chose some of his favorite ballad songs.
Earlier in the night she’d made a request to sing “You In My Arms” by Yoo Jaeha, and Haechan had been stunned. He had a little bit of a history with that song, he liked it, and hearing someone sing it (and sing it fairly well) had just been really nice.
He’s still thinking of that, replaying the fond memories of the night before, when she’s called back for her interview. Not even a minute later, someone named Johnny Suh calls Haechan back for his interview.
Turns out Mr. Suh was basically Mr. Moon’s right hand man. He seemed like a cool guy, he took a quick liking to Haechan, and the interview was done pretty quickly with a job offer at the end.
Haechan floated out of the Moon Corporation’s building on Cloud Nine, and it only got better when he saw his friend exiting just ahead of him. She was smiling and glowing, her eyes alight as she tipped her head back to the sunlight.
He probably didn’t even need to ask, but he wanted her to realize he was standing behind her, so he asked, “Well, how did it go?”
She spun around, looking a little startled, but she relaxed as soon as she laid eyes on him, though she still seemed surprised to see him. He watched as her emotions painted a clear picture on her face, the way that a blush appeared on her cheeks and a smile grew on her lips.
She was radiating happiness and a golden glow, like she was full of sunlight. Her hands came up to her cheeks, hiding her brilliant smile a bit as she said, “I got the job!” And wrapped in her happiness, it took a moment before her eyes went a little wide and she asked, “And what about you?”
A little smugly perhaps, Haechan responded, “I got it too, of course.”
Her little warm bubble of happiness looked inviting, and Haechan wanted to be a part of it. So he walked up to her, put his arm around her shoulders, and said, “You already know I could charm my way into anything.”
She screwed her face up, pushed a hand weakly at him as if to push him away. There’s no real force behind it, and the way that the corner of her mouth quirked up a little and she relaxed into him, Haechan knew that she didn’t really want him to move away. Even when she started walking, Haechan stuck with her, and he laughed when she light-heartedly complained, “So I’m stuck with you even after graduation?”
She didn’t sound even remotely serious. As a matter of fact, Haechan thought she might have even sounded a little bit hopeful, but that could just be him putting his own inflection on her words as they repeated in his ears.
It’s a nice feeling knowing that even when most of their friends were going to be moving away, they would at least still have each other. And that’s a certainty as they made a promise to each other standing there on the sidewalk, pinky fingers wrapped together, a light breeze blowing that loose curl of hair in front of her eyes again.
Haechan was tempted to tuck that curl behind her ear, in the same way he’d noticed her doing so many times earlier.
But he kept his hands where they were: one still tucked in the pocket of his nicest pair of pants, and the other hand busy with his pinky sealing a promise with hers.
Graduation arrives so quickly, those last couple of weeks passing by faster than he’d thought possible. And suddenly Haechan finds himself facing the rest of his life.
Before reality has to really start, Haechan and the rest of his merry band of friends galavant off to Thailand for a week. There’s a nice private rental house beside the beach, located a short walk from town, and they have nothing to do all week but themselves while they ignore their responsibilities.
Haechan finds his voyeuristic kink reawakening now presented with ample opportunities in Thailand.
First is waking up to his roommate, YangYang, humping his fist and trying to be quiet in the dark hours of predawn. Haechan watches and grows unbearably hard, but doesn’t touch himself until after he hears YangYang start snoring again, having fallen asleep in the aftermath of his orgasm.
Second, he finds someone’s phone just sitting out on a chair by the pool, and inside of whose it is, Haechan taps the screen, and he discovers whoever it is doesn’t have Face ID or a passcode, so their entire little world sits available at Haechan’s fingertips. He goes looking into their camera roll, initially with the purpose of finding out who it belongs to via selfies, but then…. A more voyeuristic curiosity takes over.
In the photo albums on the phone, he finds videos and pictures of the sort that should definitely be password protected. Faceless videos of a man jerking off, videos of twink boys riding obscene dildos, a couple videos of a petite man fucking a larger man and a few more of the petite man getting fucked from the back with big hands on his tiny waist. And then finally Haechan spots a selfie tucked there in between the sex videos and the innocent other material in the camera roll.
Renjun.
And a moment later, a selfie with Renjun kissing a man on the cheek, a pretty older man that Haechan feels like he vaguely recognizes, though he’s not sure where he might recognize him from.
He watches a few more videos — Renjun showing off a plug, pulling it out of his pretty bare hole; Renjun sitting on a guy’s lap while a big hand jerks them both off; Renjun and a girl fucking in a car; Renjun eating a girl out; the man groaning as he works out at the gym, then Renjun turning the camera down to show off the pulse in the front of his shorts as he walks over to the guy. Again, Haechan can’t help thinking that the other man looks familiar.
Either way, watching the videos makes Haechan’s dick fill out in his shorts.
He didn’t know Renjun was into guys. Sure, he’s not been with a lot of girls in the past four and a half years that Haechan has known him, but there have been a handful of girls that Haechan has heard about. There haven’t been any guys.
How many of his friends are secretly into guys?
Well, he supposes, to some of his friends, he could be counted in that number too.
Haechan returns to a video of Renjun riding a dildo, a long tentacular one with a very thin tip and a thick base. He sits out there by the poolside, watching the way Renjun sinks down on it, his hole stretching to take it all in.
He watches it probably three times (it’s a short video) before he decides he needs this video for himself. So he quickly sends it and a couple more videos — the girl riding Renjun in the car, one close-up video of a sloppy blowjob — to himself in a message, feels his phone buzz in his pocket with the notifications. He opens the videos on his phone, saves them, and then on Renjun’s phone deletes any proof of that having happened.
The third voyeuristic opportunity arrives when he catches Renjun also fucking a girl in the outdoor shower. So he’s definitely not just into guys if he’s still messing around with girls after those latest pictures and videos of him with a guy, Haechan realizes. The girl Renjun is with in the shower has her face hidden from view, her chest against the wall of the semi-enclosed shower, and Renjun fucks her from behind.
Haechan stands just outside the flimsy gate of this outdoor shower, peering through the gap where the gate came unlatched. He sees when Renjun pulls out, when the girl drops to her knees, and Haechan hears the sound of her gagging obscenely around Renjun’s cock. He still can’t see her face — can’t determine if this is a tourist or local girl or which of their friends this is on her knees for Renjun — but Haechan can see the way her hand dips down between her thighs to finger herself while she blows him, a colorful braided bracelet on her wrist flashing to catch his attention. He sees the way she squirts around her fingers, liquid dripping to the ground. Haechan hangs around only long enough to listen to Renjun groan with pleasure as he cums in her mouth, and then Haechan leaves, needing somewhere private for his own relief.
The fourth opportunity is found when he walks into the kitchen one morning to see Mark on his knees, eating his girlfriend out in front of the refrigerator, wasting all that cool air. This time Haechan doesn’t even try to hide himself, he’s too hungover to care about hiding how he wants to watch. And besides, they’re the horny couple getting it on in the kitchen; if they don’t want anyone watching, they should be more careful.
Mark pauses when Haechan pulls a chair back at the table, but his girlfriend just moans and reaches down to lace her fingers through Mark’s hair and pull him back in. Haechan fists his cock beneath the table, cumming in his pants at the same time as she cums on Mark’s tongue.
Afterwards, Mark threatens him and asks him not to mention it to anyone, and Haechan just grins and promises.
Over the week, when he’s not spying on his friends to watch them fucking, Haechan locks himself in the bathroom and watches the videos he sent himself from Renjun’s phone. Not that he wants to fuck Renjun because he doesn’t, but he just really likes watching these videos knowing that Renjun doesn’t know he has them. Plus he likes the sound of the moans, likes the way the girl’s ass bounces in that video in the car. He likes watching the end of the blowjob video to see cum overflowing Renjun’s lips.
He keeps them to himself, and just thinks about how glad he is that he came on this trip purely for his own voyeuristic pleasure.
And then, on their final day, he hits the jackpot. It’s like everyone took a horny pill that morning.
He spots Shotaro and his girlfriend cuddle-fucking in the pool. He notices Xiaojun sitting on the beach with a local girl that took an interest in him, and when he looks closer he sees her hand tucked inside Xiaojun’s shorts while her top is pulled down to expose her tits. Haechan happens upon Jaemin and Jeno jerking each other off while making out in that outdoor shower. And then they’re all drinking that night, toasting to four years of friendship, toasting to their futures, to Thailand, to the happy couples in their midst, toasting to Jeno’s cat, to Mark’s easy ability to laugh, to YangYang’s drinks, to Chenle’s cooking, toasting to everything they can think of.
The night starts to draw to a close when one of Haechan’s comments pisses off Renjun, and he leaves to head back inside. After that, the drinking continues for a little while, but everyone starts to drift away, disappearing into the house to get some sleep before they all head to the airport for their flight in the morning.
Haechan is one of the last to go to sleep that night, and he’s only slightly surprised when he goes to walk into the room he’s sharing with YangYang, but he finds the door locked. A soft moan pours out from behind the closed door.
Kicked out of his own room, Haechan tiptoes instead to the big room down the hallway where the floor has been covered in blankets all week. It’s the overflow room for the friends that there weren’t enough individual beds for and those that jumped onto this trip rather last-minute, so they didn’t get their own rooms and all had to share this one.
Only the faint glow of a small light in the corner provides Haechan enough light to avoid stepping on anyone as he searches for an empty spot.
He finds one at the far end of the room beside one of the girls.
She rolls over onto her back when Haechan lies down beside her. Her face catches the light, and at last Haechan can see who she is.
His friend and future coworker.
They’ve been here before, sleeping beside each other on a trip. Last time it was a bigger, more comfortable bed, but similar to that night, all Haechan can smell is her and something about it speaks to that coil of lust that’s always lurking in his belly.
She turns her head on the pillow, kicks her legs a little, and the blanket covering her shifts, revealing bare legs. She’s only wearing a pair of panties, just a thin tshirt that’s riding up her ribs to reveal her belly.
Haechan stares for a moment at her panties, at the tiny bow adorning the center of the waistband. He grips his pillow, his fingers itching to instead reach out and touch her. But he doesn’t because, although he might be a pervert that enjoys watching, Haechan won’t touch her without permission.
But he will look at her. At the curve of her thighs, her hips, her belly. He’ll admire the light way her lips part, the way that her hair twists around her face.
She lifts an arm over her head, sighing slightly. And then Haechan notices a braided bracelet on her wrist, one that sends his mind reeling back to a few days ago when he caught Renjun with the girl in the outdoor shower.
The bracelet is the same.
It was her?
But she’s… she’s not like that, is she?
Haechan had forgotten, but now a memory comes rushing back, months ago on that Halloween night, he’d bumped into her. She’d been dressed as an angel, and he’d called her innocent because truly he’s never heard much of anything about her sexual escapades. He knows she’s not a virgin. She’d hooked up with Mark and Xiaojun in the past. He’d never imagined she was anything other than perfectly vanilla. Just missionary in bed with the lights off. That type of vanilla.
Not the type to blow Renjun in the outdoor shower of their vacation home where anyone could see.
She’d always seemed so proper and innocent.
But maybe he’s been thinking about her all wrong, and now he’s seeing her in a whole new light.
In the present moment, she moves again. She flips over onto her belly, bringing her knee up so her leg is bent. She’s so close now that only centimeters keep her knee from touching Haechan’s side. He holds his breath to keep from breathing in more of her intoxicating perfume. Already his cock is half-hard just from the smell of her. Like he’s a fucking animal breathing in her pheromones. Not to mention his shocking realization that she’s not the innocent angel he’d believed her to be. It burns in his blood, turning him on even more to think of her now in this new light.
Damn, what is wrong with him?
He stares at her ass for a moment.
And then she makes a sound.
Well, not just a sound.
She says his name.
“Haechan,” is just a sigh from her lips. Her eyebrows furrow together a little.
Fuck, she’s awake.
Her eyelashes flutter as she takes a peek at him.
“Sorry,” he whispers, “There was nowhere else to sleep tonight. YangYang kicked me out of the room we were sharing.”
“Don’t care. Just stop staring at my ass.” She mumbles, hiding her face again in her pillow. “I’m trying to sleep.”
Haechan lies flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling. A ceiling fan slowly turns circles overhead, barely circulating the humid air of the room. He kicks his blanket off a moment later, too warm to keep it on. She shifts beside him, grumbling when his blanket lands over her feet, and she moves a little farther away.
The heat in this room is truly unbearable. Maybe it’s the number of bodies packed in here, or just the low speed of the ceiling fan, but either way, Haechan feels like he’s sweating his skin off. He yanks his shirt over his head, kicks his shorts off, and he lies there on the blankets in just his underwear. The faint air movement passes over his bare skin now, offering a tiny bit of relief, enough that he relaxes and feels himself finally being lulled to sleep.
Until several minutes later he hears a soft sound, so quiet that it could almost have been his imagination. He holds very still, listening more intently to the sound of rustling fabric, to a tiny tiny whimper.
He doesn’t dare open his eyes to take a peek, but he knows that sound. It’s the sound of someone trying to be sneaky about getting off in the room where at least one other person is.
He remembers that Mark and his girlfriend are sleeping in this room. Could be them. It’s definitely a girl.
Someone somewhere in the room coughs and moves around to get comfortable. The other sounds pause for a moment. Haechan holds his breath, waiting.
There.
A sigh.
The sound of a hand moving over fabric, slowly to avoid making too much sound, and then a soft repetitive sound of rubbing fabric. It takes a great deal of his willpower to keep from opening his eyes to take a look around the room. He just lies there and listens, trying to figure out who it is in the room that’s getting up to something.
And then a knee bumps against his leg, matching up with the hitch in the other person’s breathing.
No.
Her? The girl sleeping beside him?
She doesn’t withdraw her leg.
Again, someone coughs. Her knee presses a little more against Haechan’s leg. There’s that quiet rustling of fabric as she fucking touches herself right beside him, and he wants to look. Haechan wants to look right then more than he’s ever wanted to look before. But he holds himself back.
Why is she doing this right now? Right here? She knew he’d been awake just like ten minutes ago, so if she was going to get herself off why wouldn’t she wait a little longer or at least take it to the bathroom?
Not that he’s complaining since he definitely is enjoying it. His cock is certainly paying very close attention, and his imagination is painting a vivid image on the backs of his eyelids.
He can just picture her lying there inches away from him with her panties pulled aside to expose a wet pussy, and that little tight shirt she was wearing dragged up above her tits. His fantasy is certainly influenced by that night back in early October when she sat right beside him in the hot tub, when she sat in the clear light of the kitchen, when she was wrapped in his bedsheets with her head on his pillow. The way her little bralette and panties had been semi-transparent from the hot tub, the way her tits had looked when she was snuggled up in that bed. He’d fantasized about her then, just briefly. But now in the present he can vividly imagine, as he hears a small whimper break through her lips, that she’s lifted one hand up to play with a nipple while the other keeps plunging fingers inside her cunt.
God, is she doing this on purpose?
Did she somehow know that he’d been spying on them all this week? That he’d been thinking about all of them, that he’d spent all day closely watching his friends, that he’d been playing back the sight of her on her knees for Renjun, even if he hadn’t known it was her until ten minutes ago?
Or even more than that… she knew he’d been awake, and Haechan knows that she used to have a crush on him when they first met as freshmen. Maybe the crush isn’t as far gone as he’d thought. Maybe she is doing this now, right beside him, with the intention of him catching her in the act.
Maybe if he opens his eyes now, if he catches her, maybe that’ll go along with some secret plan she’s got. She whimpers again, and it almost sounds like a muffled name, the syllables sounding a lot like his name.
Fuck it.
He’s going to do it. He’s going to let her know that she’s been caught, see what the consequences are.
“Quiet, beautiful.”
It’s not Haechan that speaks.
Renjun’s voice is quiet, gentle yet commanding. A shock to Haechan’s system.
At last he dares to take a brief look. He shouldn’t be surprised really when he opens his eyes and sees Renjun holding himself up to look down at the woman sleeping between them. His hand is curled over her mouth, her hand is curled around Renjun’s wrist where his hand is tucked inside her panties.
Haechan’s ego deflates a bit. He’d really been hoping she was somehow putting on a show for him, but instead, it was Renjun just trying to play with her.
“Renjun, please,” her voice is so small, pleading. Her knee nudges Haechan’s thigh again. He watches through his eyelashes as she rolls her hips off the floor, into Renjun’s touch. “Someone is going to hear.”
“Then be quiet.” Renjun whispers back. “You said you wanted this, do you still? Or do you actually want me to stop?”
Haechan can tell by the way that her thighs snap together, her hips twisting as she rolls towards Renjun, her hips rocking into Renjun’s touch that she still wants this. What part of this is it that she told Renjun she wanted, though? Haechan is curious about that.
She whines, a hand reaching out to clutch at Renjun’s shirt. “Keep going.”
Fuck.
Haechan wishes he wasn’t lying on his back right now. If they look over at him they’ll know that he’s awake and listening as soon as they see the way his cock is tenting his underwear. But if he moves now he won’t be able to see, or even worse they might stop.
So he stays right where he is. He watches through his eyelashes as Renjun tips her chin to slot his mouth against hers, kissing her quiet as his arm starts moving between them. Her legs draw apart, making room to accommodate for Renjun’s fingers, for him to have more room to make her feel good. Haechan watches the way her body moves against Renjun; he listens to how she moans for him. He stares at her ass again, and he feels completely like a fucking pervert as his cock twitches with every moan she makes.
Even though he’s been watching his friends all week, he hasn’t jerked off to any of them really. But right now he wants to more than anything else. Fuck, he might even just cum in his shorts, untouched.
He can’t risk touching himself at the moment, not when he’s exposed like this. Or at least he can’t touch himself properly. But if he moves slow enough, he might just be able to get a hand to where he can lightly apply a gentle massaging pressure to his cock, and if he can just subtly touch himself, that could be enough for him. He’d once had a partner who got him to cum untouched through nipple stimulation alone, though he had been incredibly worked up at the time. But having this happen right here in front of him, so close he’s basically involved, it might just be enough for him to get off to even without properly touching him.
His challenge, if he attempts this, is just going to be cumming quietly without alerting his two friends beside him.
In the quiet of the room, every noise she makes is obvious. When her body moves, the blanket rustles softly. When she whines, even muffled by Renjun’s lips, it’s like she’s right at Haechan’s ear. And as Renjun picks up the pace in finger-banging her, Haechan can hear how wet she is, the quiet wet sounds that plunge Haechan’s imagination into a fantasy. What it would feel like to feel her around him, to taste her, to have her moaning his name while he has her dripping on his cock.
He presses the heel of his palm down against his cock, and pleasure courses through him along his spine straight around to his cock. He can’t move though, can’t roll his hips like he wants to, can’t really jerk off. He can only fantasize, listen, and watch Renjun touch her instead. But that’s okay because it’s surprisingly doing it for him, this looking and barely even being allowed to touch himself.
When she cums, Haechan watches it move through her. The way her body tightens up and loosens, the way she clings to Renjun and pushes him away. She whimpers and then he can hear her breathing, sucking in breaths as she moves onto her back.
Renjun flops over on top of her, smiling brightly as he laughs softly. “Good girl,” he teases, draping his arm across her chest. His hand — the fingers that were just inside her pussy — sits right in front of Haechan’s face.
“Fuck off,” she laughs, but Renjun doesn’t budge. She doesn’t even actually push him away, and his hand just rests there in front of Haechan’s face. He can smell her. He can faintly see her wetness glistening on Renjun’s fingers. Haechan’s fingers twitch, unable to keep from curling around his cock, unable to keep his hand from moving slightly, just brushing it back and forth over the shape of his erection as he breathes in her scent fresh from Renjun’s fingers.
Fuck.
His pleasure crests, and Haechan rolls over onto his side, his thumb stroking against the sensitive spot beneath the cockhead.
With his back to the couple beside him, as he bites down on the corner of the pillow to keep from making a sound, Haechan fills his shorts with cum.
They’re blissfully unaware.
Soon after, their breathing evens out, back to sleep. She even begins snoring quietly, and that’s the music that Haechan falls asleep to as well, forgetting entirely about getting up to clean himself up until the moment he’s abruptly woken in the morning by Mark because they’re running behind schedule for their flight home.
Haechan gets worse in his perversion.
For the first full week after their return from Thailand, Haechan can only think of her. Of that final night and the way that she sounded while Renjun touched her, the way she’d looked in that half light. It would come back to him at the strangest times, and each time he felt like a freak for getting hard over nothing but the memory of her.
It shouldn’t even be his memory.
He shouldn’t have had any part of it, but he did. And he feels like a creep, but he likes it too. He likes the knowledge of that stolen moment, the stolen memories he has from Thailand — that night, the other stolen moments of his friends, the pictures and videos he sent himself from Renjun’s phone before deleting the evidence.
He cherishes those times, and during that brief gap before his career begins at the Moon Corporation, Haechan takes any opportunity to eavesdrop or catch anyone in the act he leaps at. He doesn’t find it as easy as it has been when he was constantly around his friends all the time. He has to take it a bit public, including when he found a slightly older couple on one of the dating apps he’d downloaded ages ago, and they were interested in someone watching.
He’d watched that couple a few times until the wife wanted him to get more involved, wanted to see him one-on-one without her husband, wanted to take him out to dinner. Haechan wasn’t sure if she was trying to turn him into their sugar baby, or if she was just trying to step outside the bounds of the agreement with her husband. Either way, he broke it off with them after that.
There was a time he’d gone to see a movie in theaters alone, and an adult couple had been busy making out and getting very, very handsy down the row from him. Haechan may have touched himself to the sight, reaching his climax at the climax of the movie. There’d been a swept night riding the bus home, Haechan spotted a guy a few rows up from him jerking off.
There’d been a time Haechan, YangYang, and Xiaojun were out at a bar together, and Haechan had found a cute drunk girl fingering herself in the back alley when he stepped out to take a couple drags off a cigarette (which he wasn’t a smoker, not really, unless he was stressed and in a social situation, such as when he’s been dragged out with his friends when all he wants is to be at home jerking off). He’d gotten the cigarette from an acquaintance of Xiaojun’s, but Haechan had gone outside alone, and he stood there to watch the girl while he smoked, coughing when the smoke hit his lungs. He wasn’t used to that feeling, but it turned out he’s more than used to the warm feeling that spreads through him as he gets a hit of voyeuristic pleasure. The girl was masturbating in the alley, either unaware or uncaring that he was watching, and Haechan didn’t look away until she was finished, moaning and panting.
Haechan enjoyed watching them all.
He enjoyed when he watched back the videos he’d taken from Renjun, particularly the one in the car because although Haechan didn’t particularly care about gender, he definitely had a preference for women, and there was just something about that video in particular that piqued his interest out of all those he’d stolen. Though, admittedly, the one of Renjun sinking down on a giant, tentacular dildo had awakened a fascination in Haechan he’d previously not been aware of, sending him down a rabbit hole of tentacle hentai as well as just videos of people taking giant dildos.
And then there was the way that Haechan’s thoughts always came back to his friend, the girl he’d been friends with since they were university freshmen. The one that he’d always imagined to be innocent until he watched her cum on Renjun’s fingers right before his eyes. And he couldn’t get her out of his mind.
That truly became a problem when he finally started at the Moon Corporation, because she was there with him. Her desk was just a very short distance from his in their office.
Every time that he saw her, there he was again, right back in Thailand. Her scent tickling his senses. The soft sounds of her moans and sighs and muffled words pressed to Renjun’s palm. The way that her leg had brushed Haechan’s for a moment in the thick of it. He always thought of how badly he’d wanted to reach over and touch her too, to taste the damp glimmer of humidity gathering on her belly or at her throat.
These weren’t things he ever had thought about her before, but suddenly, he can’t seem to think of anything else when he sees her.
Unsurprisingly and somewhat unfortunately, Haechan sees quite a bit of her. They see each other at work, but also they are friends, so he sees her often outside of the Moon Corporation.
He sees her when YangYang invites their friends remaining in the city to come over to their apartment. When she curls up on their sofa and laughs around a mouthful of Chenle’s special “gourmet” ramyeon. She stretches her feet out across Renjun’s lap while she chats with Karina. Maybe Haechan should’ve been distracted by Karina since she was dressed in a favorite top of his and had been giving him fuck-me eyes since she walked in the door, but he barely spares her a second glance all night.
Instead, Haechan can only notice the way that Renjun was purposely not touching the girl touching him. Haechan can only notice how the cuffs of her jeans have risen enough that he can see frilly-edged socks against her ankle bone, and he feels fucking nuts because in a day and age when he can look at any type of porn he can imagine, he’s going wild over a glimpse of her ankles in frilly socks, like a goddamn Victorian gentleman.
He does, in fact, end up hooking up with Karina that night after all their friends have cleared out. She lingers and does all of her usual tactics of seduction, but they don’t even go all the way, both of them giving up and admitting to themselves and each other that neither one of them is who the other wishes they were.
Haechan sees his friend for the housewarming party Xiaojun hosts when he moves into the apartment right next door to Haechan and YangYang’s.
He watches as she flirts with Xiaojun up until the moment that Xiaojun tells all of them that he’s been seeing a girl he recently met. Haechan watches her shoulders slump in mild disappointment. One of Xiaojun’s culinary school friends flirts with Haechan throughout the night, but he’s just not interested in the pretty individual. Mostly because Haechan has been so close by her all night, and every time Haechan caught a whiff of her perfume he could only think of her spread thighs and those cute panties with the little bow at the waistband, of Renjun’s fingers still wet with her cum.
And again, Haechan struggled to cope with his newfound physical attraction to her. It shouldn’t be like this. They’re just friends, and after all these years — all five-ish years — it would be weird to cross that line now. Right?
Besides, she’s a perfect angel, and he’s a disgusting perv. Even if he did decide to make it clear to her that he now finds her sexually attractive, why would she want anything to do with him? If she knew the truth of the way he’s been behaving since his voyeuristic awakening, she’d never speak to him again.
At work she draws a tentative line between them. For those first couple of weeks, she pretends like she doesn’t know him as more than just a coworker. Haechan lets her play her game, until one day she finally lets slip a story to Yuta, just a funny little story about something her and Haechan had gotten into once upon a time.
Haechan had grinned at the acknowledgement, at the way her eyes went wide. The look she shot his way as he began laughing. She’d pouted and folded her arms across her chest as she leaned back in her chair to look up at Yuta and calmly say, “Ignore him. He’s a dick.” That had only made Haechan laugh harder.
Haechan does his best to ignore the way she draws his gaze inside work and outside. He decides to tuck himself safely behind the walls of his perverted interests. Getting himself off alone to videos on his phone, hoping to come across strangers in public that he can watch.
Eventually, just a few short weeks into his time at the Moon Corporation, Haechan takes his most recent paycheck, and creeps at last over the line into being an actual creep of a voyeur. In some ways, it’s just an extension of the walls he’s been hiding behind, but it’s also an attempt at chasing the high he’d felt that night in Thailand, surreptitiously getting off beside the couple who hadn’t even known he was awake to watch them.
Haechan purchases a few spy cams, and he places them around in a few different locations. Haechan knows it’s wrong, but he is truly past the point of caring anymore. The store sells the cameras in a pack of four, and Haechan knows where he wants them.
He places the first spy cam in Renjun’s bedroom when he visits Renjun’s new place. He hides one in YangYang’s room. And he even goes so far as to leave two hidden cameras in his boss’s office at the Moon Corporation.
Mr. Moon Taeil gets that special treat of having two spy cameras in his vicinity because he has a hot secretary that Haechan likes to look at, so one camera is tucked in the potted plant that sits directly across from her desk, which is technically outside of Taeil’s office, but another camera is positioned actually inside Taeil’s office, angled just right to get a perfect shot of her ass when she leans over Taeil’s desk to give him files and things.
Plus Haechan is maybe hoping to catch them in the act. Several of Haechan’s seniors at the company gossip all the time about how they’re fairly certain that Taeil and his secretary are fucking.
Haechan, disappointingly, finds no evidence of that.
But his other cameras keep him satisfyingly occupied. YangYang, instead of pursuing the professional world of business meetings and the suit-and-tie uniform, has become a full-time bartender at a popular club, so he frequently comes home with company, which provides Haechan plenty of material to watch back, as well as giving him a visual to the sounds he often hears through his bedroom wall.
The camera in Renjun’s apartment doesn’t offer as much action, and he doesn’t witness anything more between Renjun and their friend, to his surprise. Perhaps that had really been what he was hoping to catch a glimpse of. Maybe they’d just been having fun while in Thailand, calling it quits after the trip ended. However, the Renjun cam captures many more encounters between Renjun and the handsome man Haechan had first seen in Renjun’s phone. Actually, if Haechan had to guess, judging by the number of sleepovers they have, he would say that Renjun is in a relationship with the man. He wonders when Renjun is going to introduce them all to his guy because he’s sure they would all like to meet his boyfriend, and Haechan thinks all of this even as he sits comfortably in his room, watching the footage of Renjun getting his face fucked.
He’s not yet reached the level of perversion to be peeking under skirts or peeping through windows. He just sticks to his little cameras for a while until he realizes that there’s really nothing he likes more than actually getting to witness it there in front of his own eyes. That’s the true thrill, he’s discovered. The open inappropriateness of it, that whoever he’s watching is doing whatever they’re doing in a place where he is able to watch. In a public hot tub, in a restaurant, on a college campus, in the bed across the room from him, or literally just inches away from where he’s trying to sleep.
And if the people or a person involved is someone that Haechan knows or already finds attractive? Well, that is what he likes most of all.
An unexpected opportunity presents itself to Haechan when summer turns to autumn.
The Moon Corporation company retreat means a weekend away from the city out in the wilderness at a team-building site. It’s not much to look at really. Just a main building with indoor plumbing for toilets and showers, fully equipped with electricity and wifi for team-building presentations and the like. There’s a small kitchen in there as well.
Part of the first team-building exercise is to pair a junior employee with a senior employee, to build a tent together.
Haechan is paired with Johnny Suh. Johnny is ranked just below Mr. Moon in the hierarchy. He’s tall, handsome, funny, and most importantly, he’s tolerant of Haechan. He puts up with — and has even joined in on — some of the hijinks Haechan has pulled at the office. And while, for the most part, his coworkers have welcomed Haechan since he joined the company in the early summer, Johnny treats Haechan like a little brother.
After everyone succeeds in setting their tents up, the objective becomes everyone relaxing and getting drunk together for the first night of bonding.
“Gather around the bond-fire!” Taeil calls, waving his employees in around where he’s already seated. His secretary sits beside him already, smiling against her beer bottle.
Taeil leads the bonding experience, throwing out icebreakers and encouraging storytelling and drinking and eating. Haechan watches from his seat beside Johnny as their CEO grows progressively more intoxicated. Haechan also notices the way that Yuta and Ten, the two most notorious gossips, are trying to get everyone around them drunk enough that the stories being told are more based on gossip-worthy secrets than anything else. Bonding exercises turn into drinking games as Taeil just sinks into his chair, shining happily but quietly as he drinks a little more.
One of the women had tried to get Haechan to partner up with her for the drinking games, and even after he partnered up with Johnny, she kept offering him to share drinks with her. Unlike most people tonight, he’s not trying to get off his face drunk. Even though they’re all drinking, Haechan knows they’ll have an early morning, and besides, he just doesn’t feel like getting drunk tonight.
Especially when he looks over and spots his old friend.
She’s throwing drinks back like they’re water. Shots of whatever it is that Yuta is passing around, mixing it with beer. Haechan is in the middle of playing a game where they’ve all got a card stuck to their forehead with a famous person they have to try to guess, and he’s three rounds in, which means he’s already taken two shots and is contemplating his answer which will determine if he has to take a third, when he notices Jungwoo hovering in the seat beside her.
Jungwoo’s cheeks are rosy, eyes bright, and he won’t look away from her. Her face is flushed too, her eyes heavy, and she’s slumped in her seat, drunkenly giggling every now and then when anyone speaks.
“So, Donghyuck?” The girl who’d tried to be his partner giggles, leaning forward so her top gapes open a bit, flashing a good look down her shirt. “Who do you think you are?”
The card she has stuck on her forehead has Billie Eilish’s name scribbled on it. A few others also have pop singers. Maybe he should guess a singer too.
“Justin Bieber,” he blurts out the first name that comes to mind because at that moment he’s distracted, watching Jungwoo lean over to whisper into Haechan’s friend’s ear. A funny little feeling stirs in Haechan’s belly – a greasy feeling, like he could be sick watching the way that Jungwoo draws a laugh from her.
“Wrong!” The other woman laughs, filling a shot glass a little too full with liquor, and she walks over to hand it to Haechan, her fingers brushing his with intent as she passes it over. Haechan can see the hungry gleam in her eyes, but he disregards it.
The shot is disgusting, burning all the way down, but he doesn’t care. There’s a different heat that sits in his chest as he watches Jungwoo batted away by her with a laugh and an attempt to scoot her seat an inch away.
Haechan keeps an eye on her as the game continues.
It takes him another two rounds before he correctly guesses Bruno Mars as the celebrity on his forehead, but he doesn’t even care to celebrate. He’s watching Jungwoo brush his fingers along her arm, the way that her eyelids have sunken most of the way closed, Jungwoo leaning in to say something in her ear as her head dips.
She’s Haechan’s friend, and he can’t look away because he’s not fucking likely to let Jungwoo try anything funny with her when she’s clearly so drunk. Not that he necessarily thinks that Jungwoo has bad intentions, he also appears to be pretty drunk, but if anyone is going to make sure she gets back to her tent safely tonight, it’s going to be Haechan.
He’s the only one he trusts with her.
When she reaches for a new beer in the cooler positioned too close to her chair, Haechan stands up and walks over to her. He puts a hand on her wrist, and she blinks up at him.
“You’ve had enough, don’t you think?” He says, crouching down beside her seat. “Unless you’re trying to actually poison yourself tonight, which might be a bad idea in front of the boss.”
Her eyes move sluggishly, sticking to Haechan’s face before slowly roving around the area until she sees Taeil. He’s taking a shot while his secretary watches before she smoothly knocks her shot back too.
“Hey, you don’t have to try to keep up with everyone, if that’s what you’re doing.” Haechan taps her wrist, and she looks back around at him. She sways a little in her seat from the movement. “Lay off the drinks maybe. Try some water instead.”
She stares at Haechan. A long, deep look into his eyes that makes him want to squirm and look away. But he doesn’t. He holds her gaze until she breaks away, staring down at her hands.
She looks small and helpless, and Haechan is reminded of that time months and months and months ago on a night somewhat similar to this. Halloween. He’d been searching for a woman in a schoolgirl costume, and instead he’d found her. She had looked small that night too, and Haechan had been in a teasing mood when he found her sitting on the ground beside the building. She’d been alone, her gaze a little distant.
That had worried him a bit, had caused his teasing and cockiness to falter. He’d been concerned for her, but she’d brushed his concerns off, and he’d gone along with it. He’d made jokes and told her about the naughty schoolgirl he was looking for, and he’d left her to enjoy the rest of the party while he continued his search.
But tonight he doesn’t want to leave.
Jungwoo glances over at them, but the biting glare Haechan flicks in his direction finally pushes the older man to vacate his seat and go bother someone else.
“Can I take you back to your tent?” Haechan asks quietly.
A quiet look of astonishment passes over her features. “Excuse me?”
Haechan rolls his eyes. “You’re drunk, I just want to make sure you don’t trip over a rock and crack that pretty head of yours open, angel.”
She’d been an angel at the Halloween party. He remembers that in detail now. She’d worn a short white dress and a crooked halo, the firelight from the bonfires had glimmered off the glitter brushed over her cheeks and her collarbones and speckled across her breasts. She’d been beautiful. That night he’d been distracted, preoccupied. But he realizes now what he missed that night.
He’s since been awakened.
Even tonight as she sits bundled up in a sweatshirt and jeans beside the fire, Haechan realizes that she’s beautiful. Her eyes are shining, her cheeks pink, and that damn loose section of hair falls in front of her eyes again.
Before she can lift a hand to move the hair away, Haechan is already there.
He can feel her breath on the inside of his wrist. His fingertips brush her cheek on accident. And her hair… it’s so soft as he twirls it around his finger before tucking it back behind her ear. Her eyes flutter momentarily, and Haechan watches the shadows of her eyelashes on his cheeks. There’s a weird feeling in his chest, one that makes him sit down on his ass a little unsteadily right in front of her.
She opens her eyes.
“Fine,” she agrees. “Help me.”
Haechan does help her. He loops her arm around his shoulders, he secures his arm around her waist, and he helps her walk away — although it’s more like he’s carrying her away — from the fire back to the tent he saw her cramming her stuff inside along with one of the other women and Taeil’s secretary.
She crawls inside, toeing her shoes off and then kicking them out the tent flap. She collapses on one of the sleeping bags, and then she blinks at Haechan where he remains silhouetted in the tent’s entrance. “Donghyuck?”
His brain buzzes a little with her words. His heart skips at the sound of his name. Her lips curl into an inviting smile around the carefully formed syllables of his name.
“Are you gonna watch me while I sleep, Donghyuck?”
Is that an invitation?
He can imagine it now, crawling into this tent right beside her. Snuggling up with her in this sleeping bag, bodies pressed tight together. He already knows that he would wake up hard, grinding against her ass like a horny teenage boy. Haechan stays exactly where he is, kneeling outside the tent with his head poked inside.
“Aren’t you gonna make sure I don’t choke on my puke or whatever?” She mumbles, turning onto her side.
“Do you feel like you’re gonna puke?” Haechan asks.
She squints at him in the dark for a moment that stretches out between them before she finally sighs, and says, “I’m fine. Go back to everyone else.” She waves her hand, and Haechan feels the bizarre urge to take her hand and hold onto it.
He doesn’t do that.
Instead he watches a moment longer until it’s clear that she’s fallen asleep. She starts snoring, and he takes that as his cue to leave.
He rejoins the bond-fire, sitting there staring at the flames and the sizzling and crackling of the sticks that Yuta keeps tossing in there. Haechan keeps thinking of the woman in the tent, wondering if maybe he should’ve kept her awake a little longer, if he should’ve made sure she drank water. Was she going to be massively hungover in the morning? Maybe he should’ve stayed, like she said, to make sure she didn’t choke if she threw up while passed out.
Of course, his deep thoughts are interrupted by the woman from earlier who’d wanted to partner up with him. She giggles and drapes herself onto the ground in front of him, resting her arms across his knees as she looks up at him.
“Donghyuck,” she says with a smile.
His lip curls at the sound of his proper name. “Don’t call me that.”
They’re not really friends, him and this coworker. He really only lets his friends call him Haechan. But tonight he can’t handle the sound of his name. Not when it sounds the way she just said it – the syllables slurred and blended together and not in the right voice, not from the right mouth.
She pouts at him, and when he turns his head away to strike up a conversation with Johnny and Ten, she withdraws from the ground in front of him.
It’s not too much later that everyone starts crawling back to their tents.
Mr. Moon is camping in the same tent as Haechan and Johnny although he had not helped them set the tent up earlier. But tonight Taeil is possibly more drunk than Haechan’s friend, so Taeil requires some mild supervision. Before the three of them call an end to the night in their tent, Johnny and Haechan both force Taeil to drink a lot of water and take some medicine for the hangover he’s going to have in the morning.
“What were you thinking, old man?” Johnny teases as he takes the last empty water bottle from Taeil. “You’re too old and too much of a lightweight to be drinking like this.”
Taeil just mumbles something unintelligible in response, and passes out. Haechan and Johnny soon follow suit.
It doesn’t feel like it’s all that long later when Haechan wakes up with the sense that someone has just left the tent. He sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he looks around.
In the dim light, he can see that Johnny is still asleep, but Taeil’s spot is empty, and just then, Haechan also becomes aware of his urge to piss. Taeil had almost definitely woken with the same urge since he’d been force fed so much water before falling asleep, not to mention all of the other drinks he’d consumed.
Unable to deny that his bladder is full, Haechan can’t just fall back asleep, so he follows Taeil back to the guest house or team-building center of their site. It’s got the bathrooms, a kitchen, and even a wifi center.
Haechan enters the building, and he does indeed find Taeil also relieving himself, but he also finds him surprisingly sober and claiming that he’s gonna do some work now that he’s up.
“That’s crazy, sir. It’s still dark. We should both just go back to sleep.” Haechan looks at the time and it’s still really early. The sun won’t be up for another two hours at least. There’s still plenty of time to sleep before they all need to be up.
Taeil just sits down at one of the tables, producing his laptop from somewhere. “Go back to sleep. I can’t sleep anyway.”
So Haechan bids him goodnight, and he starts to head back to the tent.
He hasn’t yet made it all the way back to his tent when he glances backwards and sees someone else walking towards the guest house. They don’t seem to notice Haechan at all, and it’s only when the figure approaches the guest house with the light pouring through the uncovered windows, that Haechan realizes that the person is Taeil’s secretary.
What’s she doing sneaking into the guest house? All the rumors and gossip among his coworkers flood into Haechan’s mind right then. Is she why Taeil was really staying up? Why he’d been so quick to send Haechan away?
Naturally, Haechan can’t deny his curiosity, and he sneaks back towards the building. He crouches down outside the window, and he peeks inside.
The secretary emerges from the bathrooms and takes a seat beside Taeil. Maybe this isn’t worth it. Watching them. Maybe there’s genuinely nothing going on between them, and Yuta and Ten are just gossips for no reason. But still Haechan lingers, he waits patiently, and it pays off in the end.
Haechan watches the tension build between them, watches as the walls and rules begin to crumble, and then with absolute delight, he witnesses the moment when Taeil gives in and kisses his secretary. Maybe things weren’t happening between them before, but Haechan is glad to sit here and watch the rumors finally spark with truth. He sits there outside the window, his hand creeping into his lap as the secretary moves to sit in Taeil’s lap.
Haechan watches Taeil get handsy with her. He watches the way she arches and grinds on their boss. Haechan jerks off, hiding there between the window and a row of bushes, watching when Taeil slides a hand up beneath her shirt, getting a handful of her tits.
Unfortunately, they move things to the showers, which cuts off Haechan’s access to the show unless he wants to go back inside the building and risk them noticing that he’s trying to watch. So instead he stays crouched outside the window and finishes jerking off into the bushes, and he cums and it feels so damn good to let out that release.
He’s gone before they emerge from the showers. He sneaks back to his tent, and slides into his sleeping bag without Johnny even waking.
But now he knows with certainty that something is happening between the hot secretary and Mr. Moon.
His cameras in the office might be of some use.
Within days of their return, Haechan is delighted to find that the hook-up between their boss and his secretary was not just a one night mistake on their company retreat. He captures it on the camera when Taeil invites her into his office for sex. And then he captures a lot more than that too over the following days and weeks.
He doesn’t share it with anyone. Keeps all knowledge of the secret relationship to himself, enjoying playing the voyeur. He’s always got his eyes peeled while at the office or while watching the recorded footage from the safety and comfort of his bedroom. The cameras are getting their usage now since Haechan watches them every chance he gets, searching for anything, watching the cameras back once he’s home to see if he missed anything in the day.
One evening when he’s watching the cameras back, he catches Yuta dropping by the desk of Haechan’s friend just to smile at her and touch her arm, and for a moment his chest burns with this strange sense of jealousy. He’s pleased when a few days later, Yuta keeps on his side of the office, staying far away from her and Haechan’s desks. He’s even more pleased to notice that Jungwoo keeps his distance now as well since after their company retreat.
Still, Haechan watches the cameras, searching for and catching those little glimpses through footage of Taeil and the secretary, keeping it all to himself. But he does drop little hints through teasing comments every now and then. He doesn’t have the good fortune to walk in on them anywhere, though a giddy Ten drops by Haechan’s desk one afternoon to tell him how he walked into the break room and found Taeil and his secretary standing oddly close and moving away from each other quickly when they noticed him.
“Okay, and?” Haechan had asked as he clicked through his emails. “Is that supposed to be proof of something?”
Haechan wants tangible proof right before his eyes. Not grainy camera footage of Taeil fondling her tits. Not a whispered rumor of them standing a little closer than maybe is normal in the break room. He wants something that truly speaks to his voyeuristic desires.
And finally, just days after that, Haechan gets his chance.
He’s had an unofficial meeting scheduled with Taeil since two days ago. Haechan checks his spy cameras through an app on his phone, perusing quickly while he uses the restroom before the meeting, and he quickly discovers something fascinating: Taeil’s secretary isn’t sitting at her desk, but when he checks the camera in Taeil’s office, she’s nowhere to be seen either.
She still isn’t sitting at her desk several minutes later when Haechan arrives for the meeting.
He knocks on the closed office door, and after a moment Taeil calls out, “Come in!”
Haechan enters the office to see Taeil just sitting behind his desk. He closes the door behind him, and as he approaches the desk, Haechan says, “Your secretary isn’t at her desk.” Honestly, he’s full of curiosity as to where she could be. He glances quickly around the room, but sees no sign of her. “I would’ve had her let you know I was coming in, if I’d seen her. She seems to be sneaking away from her desk a lot lately.” Sneaking around with Taeil, of course, but he doesn’t want Taeil to know that he knows that. Haechan chuckles a little before saying, “I swear every time I’m in the break room, she’s in there too. Maybe you should punish her, sir.”
A look of… something crosses Taeil’s face. Not quite surprise, but something akin to it. Just as quickly, the look vanishes, and Taeil laughs. “Is she away from her desk too often or are you, Haechan?”
Damn. Got him there. “Maybe we both are. Forget what I said about punishment.”
After that, conversation turns quickly to the reason for Haechan actually being here. Business and work and boring shit; Haechan is giving Taeil a report. Taeil is pretty quiet while Haechan talks, so when Haechan notices his boss’s face becoming red very quickly, he has to inquire about if Taeil is feeling well. And a few moments after that, a loud thump sounds beneath the desk at the same moment as Taeil jumps.
“Ah, shit!” Taeil curses, and he spins his chair around, rubbing at his leg. “My damn knee. You’re lucky you’re too young for joint pains.”
Haechan doesn’t buy it for a second, so he knows it doesn’t sound authentic when he laughs. “You’re not that old, sir. And I’ve got my own aches and pains, I understand.” Of course, Haechan’s aches and pains tend more towards the ache in his dick while he’s being a voyeur.
He watches Taeil closely before looking back down at Taeil’s desk. Is she under there? Is that why he’d not seen her on either of the cameras? Why Taeil got red-faced and made that thump beneath the desk?
As Taeil turns his chair around and slides his legs quickly back beneath his desk until the edge of the desk is creasing his tie, Haechan stares down at the floor. There’s another small thump, quiet enough that Taeil doesn’t even seem to notice this time. But Haechan notices.
He also notices the glimpse of a few fingers peeking out from the gap between the bottom of the desk’s backing and the floor. A pinky finger and parts of two more splayed on the floor before disappearing once more beneath the desk. Haechan lifts his gaze to Taeil’s face, but Taeil is staring down at the surface of his desk, and in that moment Haechan watches his boss’s gaze transform into one of lustful hunger.
“You can go now, Haechan.” And just like that he’s dismissed with the promise of this conversation continuing at a team meeting tomorrow. Which, if he’s being given the opportunity to make his report in front of the whole team, that’s actually pretty exciting, so Haechan thanks Mr. Moon, but he can’t resist leaving one last teasing comment as he stands up, “I would ask if you want me to leave a copy of my report with your secretary, but she’s probably still in the break room, right?”
Taeil’s laugh and voice are both strained when he says, “You can just leave a copy on her desk. I’m sure she’ll know what it is.”
Yeah, of course she will since she’s listening in on this conversation, probably with her mouth full of Taeil’s cock.
He should get back to work, but instead Haechan ducks into the restroom, into a stall, and he pulls his phone out.
Ah, there it is.
Taeil has his secretary bent over his desk, her skirt pushed up around her hips. Haechan fists his own cock, jerking off hard and fast while he watches them go at it. He watches as Taeil pulls out and shoots stripes of cum across her ass, as he smacks his cock against her ass and smears the cum around. Haechan closes his eyes and plays it all back in his mind, and he jerks off over the toilet until his belly tightens, cock twitching as he cums into the toilet bowl.
He gives it a few minutes for his erection to fully subside and for his heartbeat to return to normal. He flushes the toilet, washes his hands, and heads back out into the office. The secretary is sitting at her desk, tucking her hair behind her ears, her cheeks slightly pink.
How long can they possibly hide this secret relationship from everyone?
“Don’t you think something is going on?” Ten asks later that evening over drinks. A few of them have gone out tonight, for dinner and drinks and gossip. “I know we don’t have proof, but I really think….”
Ten trails off, sipping at his drink.
Haechan’s old friend from school glances over at him with a smirk, and he wonders if she’s thinking of Shotaro and his girlfriend; their friends that were friends until they were something more, and they kept it hidden from all of them for quite some time. Haechan was the only one who knew about it then, just like right now, he’s the only one that knows that Mr. Moon is indeed fucking his secretary.
Ten never gets a satisfactory response from any of them that night, and he’s still grumbling about it as everyone parts ways. Yuta and Johnny sling their arms around Ten’s shoulders, dragging him along with them towards the parking garage they’d parked in. Haechan is about to go that way as well, not because he’s parked there — he doesn’t have a car actually — but because YangYang’s bar is located in that direction, and his roommate could just give him a ride home.
But then he sees his friend turning off to head in the opposite direction from where they’re all heading.
Her shoulders are hunched against the chill, her bag held against her chest as she starts walking off down the dim street.
Haechan’s heart inexplicably lurches in his chest. She’s not really going to walk alone through the city, is she? She’s been drinking, it’s dark and late, and she’s alone. A dozen dark scenarios pop into Haechan’s mind, and before he knows it, he’s jogging to catch up with her, calling out her name.
She twists to look over her shoulder at him, and Haechan’s heart gives another inexplicable lurch. A buzz that shoots from his chest down to his fingertips and toes. He fights the urge to reach out to her as soon as he comes up beside her, struggles to contain the urge to tuck that stray curl of hair behind her ear that always seems to fall into her face. The wind blows just right, and several strands of her hair flutter against her cheeks.
Haechan clenches his hand into a fist, tucking it into his pocket. “Can I walk with you?”
She looks surprised at his offer, but to his delight and relief, she agrees.
She’s only walking to her bus stop at the end of the block, as it turns out. A short walk, but he’d still feel better about it if he accompanied her. He'll walk her there, wait with her, and Haechan knows that even if he has to wait for a bit, he’ll still have plenty of time to then walk back the opposite direction to YangYang’s bartending job before his roommate clocks out for the night. And even if Haechan misses out on the chance for YangYang to give him a ride home, Haechan would much rather make sure that she gets safely to her bus that’ll take her home.
“Well what do you think?” She asks out of nowhere as they start walking. For a moment the city sounds filter into the silence between them, and then she elaborates, “Think they’re fucking?”
Oh. Taeil and the secretary. Haechan laughs, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. “Yeah, they absolutely are.”
“You sound so certain.” She bumps her shoulder against his, and Haechan wonders if she’s just doing it as a friendly little nudge or if she’d drank so much that she’s just a little bit off-balance. “Why?”
Again, Haechan laughs, shrugging. “I have my reasons.”
Now she laughs too, grabbing onto Haechan’s arm as they reach the bus stop, and he swears his fingers go a little numb. Not because she’s holding on so tightly, but because his brain short-circuits when she touches him.
Haechan looks around at the people waiting at the bus stop. There’s an old lady, a weary looking man in a worn suit, and a young mother with a sleeping baby already waiting at the covered bench. Haechan stands there a few feet away from all of them, letting his friend hold onto his arm, trying his best to keep from sinking into her warmth.
It’s a little chilly tonight, so she shivers a bit, snuggling against his side.
He looks down at her. He really looks at her. He admires for a moment the way that the lights of the city at night shine on her. Her eyes are so reflective tonight, shining like stars. The colors of the nearby traffic lights color her cheeks in a myriad of blended colors.
She looks so pretty, and his heart stumbles a little bit in his chest again for the third time in the past ten minutes.
Either he’s experiencing heart troubles or….
He looks quickly away from her, staring out across the street, trying to erase the image of her from his mind. Trying to calm the fluttering of his heart.
What is going on with him? Is he actually sick or something?
He hasn’t had any feelings like this in a long time. Not since before he’d given up on crushing on or intensely lusting after Shotaro’s girlfriend. Not that this is a crush, because that would be ridiculous.
They’ve been friends for years and it’s never progressed anywhere beyond just friends. Yeah, they’ve shared beds platonically, and there was his voyeuristic habits providing him with some good material of her. Maybe it was just that; that’s the source of these strange feelings that absolutely are not a crush. Seeing her in a sexual way has just confused him; he’s thinking with his dick, not his heart. And tonight he’s just… he’s just horny or something, and that mixed with the drinks mean that he’s just thinking extra hard with his dick, not that his heart is fluttering because she’s standing so close and holding him while she smells so nice.
She squeezes his arm again, and his heartbeat leaps in response. Again.
Damn it.
Does he like her? Actually?
“I feel like you see a lot of things that other people don’t, Haechan.” She speaks suddenly, her voice quiet as the words are meant just for him. “I think you keep a lot of secrets. You can share secrets sometimes. I have secrets too. We could trade.”
Haechan looks down again, meeting her eyes as she rests her head on his shoulder. It shouldn’t make his heart beat as fast as it does. They’re just friends. Just friends and coworkers. Even as he tries to convince himself of that fact, he can hear and feel the lie. Does she know? Is she trying to get him to confess these feelings that he’s only realized he has about a minute or two ago?
“Can’t you just share the secret of how you know with absolute certainty that Taeil and his secretary are fucking?” She wheedles.
Ah. Of course. He’d forgotten they were talking about that. Of course that’s what she meant.
That secret.
Even with their history which stretches back nearly five years now, Haechan doesn’t think he can share with her the secret of why he knows their boss is fucking his secretary. How do you tell someone that you’re a fucking voyeur?
“I don’t think you want to know my secrets.” Haechan turns his head away, choosing to stare at the graffiti on the clear walls sheltering the bus stop’s bench. “You wouldn’t look at me the same.”
She snorts. “I don’t know about that, Lee Donghyuck.”
God, he likes the way she says his name. He watches her lips, wondering when she’ll say his name again.
“Maybe I have secrets that would make you look at me differently,” she says. Haechan doubts that anything she could tell him would make him think differently of her, and the look he sends her way surely says that, but she smiles and tilts her face up. “Maybe I could tell you a thing or two that would make you finally see me as less than a perfect angel.”
Like what? Like her and Renjun fucking in the shower in Thailand? Her and Renjun messing around in the dark two inches away from him? If she wants to share those secrets with him, Haechan would be glad to hear them.
“Alright.” Haechan doubts she has any truly dark, dirty secrets that he doesn’t already secretly know, but if she wants to play this game, he’s eager to hear what perspective-altering secrets she might have to share with him. But learning her secrets means sharing some of his own, and the thought of that kind of scares him. He shrugs her off his arm right as her bus pulls up. “Not tonight. though. Let’s keep our secrets just a little while longer.”
“Promise?” She asks, lifting a hand up between them, her pinky finger extended to him.
Haechan pauses.
He doesn’t really want to tell her that he’s a disgusting perv. She’s really going to think he’s so gross. She’ll want nothing to do with him anymore, and given the way that his heart keeps jumping, he’s not so sure he could survive her cutting contact with him. He can’t tell her the truth. He can’t promise her this, can he?
But he looks into her eyes, and she’s just fully alight with excitement. There’s a separate promise in her eyes, a vow that she won’t hate him for what he’s going to tell her someday.
And then, lastly, she says, “Donghyuck?”
Haechan nods jerkily. He joins his pinky finger with her. This is the second promise he’s made to her like this. This, and the promise that they’re in this together. Friends and coworkers and teammates that have each other's backs. So he makes this promise.
“I promise, angel. We’ll trade secrets and truths someday soon.”
She drags their bound hands towards her face, and she smacks a kiss against the back of Haechan’s hand.
Before he even has the time to register or react to that, she’s already dropping his hand and walking away.
He’s simply stunned. Reeling a bit with the ghost imprint of her lips tingling on the back of his hand.
She smiles over her shoulder at him as she walks towards the idling bus, and his heart does these dumb little leaps and swirls in his chest.
Fuck.
Yeah, that’s a familiar feeling. One he hasn’t felt in a while.
She walks away, straight towards the bus without looking back at him, and for some reason he can’t stand the thought of her leaving tonight without him catching one more look at her face.
“Text me when you make it home!” Haechan calls out right as she places her foot on the first step up into the bus.
She looks.
Just a quick turn of her head.
She just waves and then hops on board.
Haechan waits right there, shivering alone in the cool, damp night air, watching her until she’s sitting down.
Fuck. He really…
She peeks out the window and catches him still looking. Her eyes and nose crinkle from her smile.
Another wave, a little smile.
He’s fucked.
That’s what the feeling in his heart and his belly are telling him. Totally and completely fucked because somehow, someway, after years of being friends with her, he’s developed feelings that are quickly racing towards the ridiculous notion of being in love with her.
In love? Did he really just think that?
God dammit. Is he in love?
Haechan walks away.
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a/n: Haechan finally realizing and acknowledging that he has feelings for her?! A monumental step for this guy, honestly.
Of course, the bits with Taeil and the secretary are inspired by the events in workplace (mis)conduct if you'd like to check that out
Comments, likes, reblogs, and all that good stuff are forever and always appreciated! Thank you for reading! Next chapter will of course be posted next Tuesday!
THIS SLOWBURN MEAL IS BEATING MY ASS OH MY GODDDDDD the way this is written in haechan’s perspective is making my head spin dear god his experience of him watching renjun and the mc in the bed was lethal
also i love pathetic loser jealous pining haechan wow
PAIRING: idol!haechan x reader
GENRE: smut
WORD COUNT: 2.4k
SYNOPSIS: the concept photos that your boyfriend posted was enough to have you desperate for him. you're in love with the new look.
CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ content, dom!haechan, petnames (baby + princess), teasing, choking, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, mentions of breeding, exhibitionism, (haechan wanting you to be louder so the other members can hear),
AUTHORS NOTE. happy bday @liz-zo!!!! a lil something special made for you.... have the best day bestie♡ ily soooooo much
You grin to yourself, biting on the nail of your thumb as you stare down at your phone screen, sending Donghyuck a simple love heart emoji before you swipe off his texts to preoccupy yourself as you wait for his arrival, scrolling through the rest of the concept photos that dropped and admiring your boyfriend as you wrap yourself up in his blankets.
The concept photos were enough to send your mind whirling with thoughts, seeing him dressed in a black mesh shirt with a white tank underneath, dark ripped jeans and matching converse made you desperate to have him in between your legs, keeping his dark makeup eyes on you as he eats you out, using his tongue to send you over the edge.
Truthfully, everything that Donghyuck does makes you want him—and you mean everything. When he arrived at your own place a few weeks back wearing the baggiest of shirts and sweatpants, you ended up on your knees for an hour with his cock shoved in your mouth, tears brimming in your eyes as he fucked your throat with the most filthiest compliments and sweet praises.
But there was something about this outfit specifically that was different, the makeup too. The grunge type of look from head to toe leaving you aching and thighs pressing together for any type of friction. You were even debating slipping a hand between your thighs to relieve yourself, to feel something that would help but you refrain from doing so when you heard the front door open and footsteps piling in, loud voices of the boys immediately filling up the quietness of the dorms.
You hear the shriek of Chenle’s laugh first, and then you hear Renjun’s argumentative tone and Jisung demanding that he’s hungry. You can barely make out Jaemin offering to make him something to eat before hearing Donghyuck telling them all that he’s going to his room as you are waiting for him.
It excites you, and it makes you a little nervous hearing the heavy footsteps across the floorboards, heading straight to you and when the door opens to reveal your boyfriend, your breath hitches at the back of your throat, phone sliding from your grip and falling to the covers.
Donghyuck stands in the doorway, dressed head to toe in the exact same outfit he wore in the photos he sent you and in the concept photos, the smirk that’s present on his face does nothing to hide your excitement and arousal.
“Hey, baby” He greets you first as he steps further inside of the bedroom and closes the door behind himself, fingers racing around to twist at the lock and your heart thumps widely at your chest when you hear the ‘click!’.
You struggle to find the right words, unable to even greet him back as you stare at his outfit and you almost drool at the sight, especially when you see the rings decorating his fingers and the black chipped nail polish.
Donghyuck laughs at seeing you so silent, a smug look written across his features as he slowly inched his way towards the end of the bed and he cocks his head to the side, tongue clicking against his teeth.
“Don’t tell me I’ve made you speechless already?” Donghyuck teases, causing your cheeks to grow warm under his gaze. “I haven’t even got to the best part yet” His sultry tone sends a shiver down your spine and you watch as he places his palms on the bed, staring you down with his dark eyes, the eyeliner making his stare more intense than usual. “Come on, princess… Use your words. Tell me what you think”
“You look hot” You manage to say even if it was as quiet as a whisper, still not trusting your voice as you take in his appearance.
“Yeah?” He hums as he slowly pulls the bed covers away, revealing your bare legs in your shorts and the shirt of his that you’re wearing. He grins at that, eyeing you up and his chest rumbles with a deep chuckle as you unconsciously rub your thighs together. “What else?”
“You know what else” You bite back a little, knowing that Donghyuck’s expecting you to comply to every question he asks and you can’t help but feel proud, the corner of your lips twitching upwards as you notice his facial expression drops lightly before he suddenly smiles again, tongue poking at his cheek as he begins to move up the bed, crawling on his knees all while dragging his hands up your thighs, the coldness of his rings stinging your warm skin.
You try to control your unsteady breathing as Donghyuck finds a place between your legs, prying them open wide enough for him to fit in between before resting your thighs on his hips, caging him in instead. The material of his torn black shirt rubs against your skin and you involuntarily squeeze your legs around him, causing his smile to widen.
“I want you to tell me what else” Donghyuck kneads your thighs, his grip tight. “I like it when you use your words, you know that”
You’re melting into his touch, unable to focus on anything else but his hands that are on your skin and the goosebumps rise when you feel his hands glide up, dipping beneath the material of his shirt you’re wearing and massaging your waist, causing your back to arch into his touch.
But the warmth of his hands rips away from your skin before you can fully enjoy it and a whine slips past your lips, open your mouth to scold him for letting go too quickly but a gasp leaves you as you feel his hand slip around your neck, squeezing at the sides and pressing your head further into the pillows beneath you.
Donghyuck’s smiling down at you so prettily despite the grip he has on you and it makes your head swirl, hips raising off the bed to rub over the front of his jeans and he tuts, shaking his head as his other hand comes down to grip your hips.
“You’re so desperate for me. Looking so pretty and perfect acting like this for me” He coos softly, licking at his lips as he looks down to where he presses himself against you, grinning as he hears you whine. “So perfect… All mine. You’re all mine. Can you say it, princess? Say you’re all mine”
“All yours” You pathetically whisper, barely coherent.
“Hm?” Donghyuck hums, leaning in close as he squeezes your throat once again. “I can’t hear you. What did you say?”
“I’m all yours” You say a little louder this time and Donghyuck grins before he leans in to kiss you. The kiss is anything but gentle and sweet. His tongue presses through the opening on your lips to tangle with yours, his teeth bite down and pull on your bottom lip all while keeping his fingers wrapped around your throat, his rings digging into your skin.
You welcome it happily, caging him in between your legs, your arms coming around his shoulders to bring him in closer to you but unfortunately, much to your dismay, Donghyuck doesn’t let that happen.
You frown as he pulls away from you, his grip loosening on your throat and you almost plead for him to come back but the words are stuck as grips the material of the shirt and pulls it over your head, dropping it carelessly to the ground as he mouths at your chest, nipping and biting the skin, leaving marks along the way as he travels south.
His tongue swirls at your navel, causing your back to arch at the sensation as your hands reach down to tangle your fingers through his dark hair, making him glance up at you with a cocky smirk that in any other case would make you scoff, but you wanted him to keep going.
“You like this, don’t you?” His tone is soft despite the hint of tease. His fingers trail over the waistband on your panties, hooking beneath the fabric. “You like me teasing you, feeling you up… kissing you. I bet you crave it so badly when I’m not here” You nod your head almost immediately and he smiles, “Me too, princess”
Donghyuck pulls your panties down your legs but ends up ripping the material due to impatience and it getting caught on your ankles, making you gasp as you stare at the ruined lace before turning to look at Donghyuck with a frown.
He shrugs, cupping his hands beneath your thighs and hooking them over his shoulders, “You know I’ll buy you new ones”
Before you can even clap back to say how that was your favourite pair, Donghyuck’s already attaching his lips to your clit and flicking his tongue over the sensitive nerve. Your back arches, a strangled moan fleeting past your own lips as your head presses against the pillows behind you.
He rotates between flicking his tongue over your clit and licking your folds, keeping his eyes on you to watch your facial expressions and you can feel him smirking against your skin, especially when he feels your fingers tug at his hair.
You’re unable to control yourself, moaning so loudly you feel lightheaded, rutting your pussy against his face even when he tries to hold you down to prevent you from moving, wanting to do all the work himself and your body jerks as he sucks on your clit, curling his fingers around your thighs to pull you in closer to him.
“That’s it, baby. Keep making those sounds for me” He mumbles, wiggling his tongue between your folds and prodding at your entrance, “You sound so fucking pretty for me. You always do”
Your face feels hot at his words, clearly affected by his constant praises and Donghyuck laughs again, holding your gaze when you meet his eyes as he sucks your clit between his lips, slipping his hand from your thigh to push two fingers inside your pussy, curling them up and brushing against your walls.
He scissors his fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out and the sounds makes you feel a little embarrassed but he seems to love it, moaning into your pussy and closing his eyes in bliss as he slurps you up, beginning to rut his confined cock on the sheets beneath him.
You’re slurring your words, unable to come up with a coherent sentence that can warn Donghyuck that you’re about to cum, but with the way your pussy clenches around his fingers he already knows what’s about to happen and he smiles, his pace quickening.
“Come on, princess. That’s it…” Donghyuck coaxes, lightly nipping at your inner thigh. “Cum for me, baby”
Your hips lift off of the bed as you cum and he laughs, pinning you down with his arm to help ride out your orgasm, gushing over his tongue which he happily drinks up through praises, telling you how good you’re doing for him and how you taste so sweet.
He doesn’t allow you to recover from your orgasm as he’s already peeling himself out of his own clothing, throwing them down to the ground and moving to lay in between your legs, hoisting them over his shoulders.
Donghyuck presses in close to you enough to feel his cock nestle between your folds, tip nudging against your clit and you whine, swivelling your hips to entice him, desperate for him to fuck you already but he doesn’t give in just yet as he gently kisses your knee.
“What are you waiting for?” You ask him quietly, bucking your hips. “Fuck me, Donghyuck”
“Say ‘please’” He tells you with a smirk, clearly teasing you and you roll your eyes only for him to click his tongue against his teeth in warning. “Don’t be like that, baby… you know I like it when you say please. Come on… Say it, for me?”
“Please”
“My good girl” Donghyuck praises you sweetly before he eases his cock into you and you gasp at the stretch, the satisfying burn in your core making you moan out in pleasure but it’s soon replaced with a squeal when he pushes in deeper, bottoming out inside you. “Fuck, baby… Feel so good around me. The prettiest pussy. My pretty pussy”
His thrusts are frantic, grip on your thighs tightening as he drives into you, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he watches himself disappearing inside of you and appear covered in your sweet arousal, making him grunt over and over again while you squeeze your pussy around him.
You’re wailing as his cock hits deep, throwing your head back against the pillows and hurriedly reaching up to grip the headboard to prevent it from knocking against the wall when you hear the subtle knocking and Donghyuck hums, one hand letting go of your thigh to curl around your wrist.
“Stop, they’ll hear” You tell him when he tries to tug your hand away.
He tilts his head to the side with a grin on his lips, “Why are you worried about that now? Baby… you were moaning like crazy when I was eating your pretty pussy”
You immediately freeze, clamping up when you realise he’s right. You had completely forgotten they were home as you were too preoccupied with how Donghyuck was making you feel between your legs and you grow hot, the embarrassment flooding through you and you tighten your grip on the headboard, pressing your lips together to not make any more noises.
your lips together to not make any more noises.
“Oh. Don’t tell me you’re feeling shy now?” Donghyuck teases, continuing to roll his hips. “Let it out, baby. I know you like it. Show them how good I make you feel”
“Donghyuck, please—”
“Don’t you want Jaemin to hear?” His words make you freeze, staring up at him with widened eyes and he begins to smirk, nodding his head towards the opposite wall. “His room is right there. He said something about going to his room after making Jisung something to eat… He listens to us, you know. Hearing your pretty little noises as I fuck your pussy, filling it with cum, wishing that it was him”
His words are turning you on, more that you’d like to admit. Something about knowing that his best friend listens to you two having sex occasionally and wanting to be in your boyfriends position is enough to make you part your lips slightly, freeing any sound of pleasure that’s soon about to be let out and Donghyuck grins, leaning over you so he’s inches away from your face.
“Wanna give him another show, princess?” He asks you, gently tugging your hand down from the headboard before he cups your cheek, his thumb dragging down your lower lip before he plants a quick kiss. “Want him to hear you moan and scream my name as I fuck your pussy full?”
AUTHORS NOTE. was talking abt this with @haechrry a while back and i almost passed away so i had to write it. also, a biiiiiig thank you to @dollyji who helped give ideas for chenle and jisungs (mwah). also again this isn’t proofread it’s currently 5am so if you notice any mistakes, no you don’t <3
. . . 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞
mark always has his hand on resting on your thigh, both intentional and unintentional. you learnt over time that this specific form of physical touch comforted him, made him feel at ease, grounded him whenever he was stuck in his own head. the touch comforted you too and you didn't have any problem with it, but it was the strokes of his fingers and the grabbing of your flesh that turned a sweet moment into a moment of want and need. you wanted nothing more than to grip his hand and shove it in between your thighs to where you yearned for him the most.
you're stuck in one of those moments, eyeing his hand that rests on your thigh, watching his fingers drum against your skin as he hums a tune under his breath all while staring down at his phone in his other hand. he has no idea what he's doing to you.
"what are you looking at?" he suddenly asks you and your head snaps up to meet his eyes, noticing that he's staring at with you an unreadable glint. "what's up?"
"nothing" you shake your head, but you press your lips together with a deep exhale as you start to feel mark's fingers knead into your skin. "do you know what you're doing?"
"no?" he frowns before his attention dart down to his hand, realisation creeping over him. "oh" he gives you a boyish grin, something you immediately want to kiss off of his face. "i didn't know me doing something so simple turned you on so much"
"everything you do turns me on"
"i can do something about that, if you want?" mark suggests as he shuts off his phone and places it down, turning to face you fully as he leans in close, "just open your legs a little wider for me, baby"
. . . 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡
he’s just standing there. he’s just standing half naked with a towel hanging loosely off of his hips as he rummages through your drawers to look for his sleepwear. yet there’s something about him standing half naked in your room that has your mind running wild.
the imprint of his cock pressing against the material of the towel has your mouth watering, the water droplets that slide down his chest does nothing to help calm your feral thoughts and you can almost feel yourself beginning to drool when his body turns to face you, throwing a clean shirt and boxers down on the bed.
you watch with hungry eyes as he tugs the towel off his hips, letting it fall to the ground as he reaches for his boxers to put them on but your quicker, leaping over the bed covers to snatch them up, causing him to make a noise of surprise as he looks at you with wide eyes.
“i need to get dressed” he chuckles when he sees you hold the item close to your chest. “baby, come on…”
“i don’t think you’ll be needing them” you say truthfully and you see a smile start to form on his lips.
“and why’s that?”
“because i’m going to suck your cock” you tell him, noticing how his cock twitches at your words. “and then you’re going to fuck me. after that, we’ll shower together to not waste water… and maybe we’ll go for round two”
“yeah? is that right?” he asks you and you nod immediately. “alright. get on your knees for me then and suck me off so i can fuck you good”
. . . 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗢
it's supposed to be a romantic date night with you and jeno, enjoying the midnight sky after a hefty meal and a few drinks, wrapped up in each others arms as you enjoy your alone time together.
but the situation you're in doesn't feel romantic in the slightest, in fact you're feeling a little hot and aroused being pressed up against a railing with jeno standing behind you, chin resting on your shoulder and his arms wrapped around your middle, his body flush against yours as he takes in the scenery.
you can feel him, all of him. his cock pressing between your ass cheeks which is covered by a flimsy skirt and every breath he takes, it presses more into you, caging you between him and the railing.
your pussy aches for him, desperate to flip up your skirt and push your underwear to the side to have him so easily slide into you and fuck you right here in public, for anyone to see, but you know that's not going to happen.
"this is supposed to be a romantic date night yet you're grinding your ass against my cock like a bitch in heat" you hear him murmur into your ears and you mewl softly, doing nothing to stop your actions as you continue pushing back into him and he grips your hips tight, hissing through his teeth. "keep going and i'll bend you over this railing, let the whole city hear you scream my name"
. . . 𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡
the position of haechan laying between your thighs, head resting on your belly as he watches something on his phones screen has you feeling weak in the knees. his breath fans against your skin, his hair tickles you every time he moves, the light pecks he gives you randomly has you squeezing your thighs around his shoulders.
he coos, taking it as a sign of you hugging him and he stokes you, delicate fingers tracing shapes on your skin, not realising the damage he’s causing to you and your poor panties that are probably soaked in arousal, feeling uncomfortably sticky on your folds.
you try to manoeuvre around to get some friction, to feel anything that could satisfy the need for him and the way he slowly turns his head to look at you could almost be deemed as comical if it wasn’t for his darkened gaze.
“i know what you’re doing” he says, completely disregarding his phone as it drops to the bed sheets. “i know me laying between your legs like this is turning you on. Do you think you’re sneaky?”
you cant help but scoff, “You knew yet you didn’t do anything about it?”
“just wanted to see if you’d beg me” he states nonchalantly, pressing his hands on your thighs to spread them apart further, smirking as he sees the damp patch on your shorts. “do it, baby. beg me”
. . . 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡
“fuck, why is this so hard?” you hear jaemin curse under his breath from the kitchen and your brows pull together at the sound, peering your head around the doorframe to see your shirtless boyfriend staring down at a recipe on the countertop, palms flat against the surface and muscles bulging as he leans in to take a closer look.
he grumbles and curses again, mumbling something about the ingredients as he runs his fingers through his hair and let’s put a frustrated sigh, craning his neck back to reveal his adams apple.
the sight, undoubtedly, is arousing. seeing jaemin so worked up and cursing over something so simple has you feeling a little hot and bothered, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you watch him roll his shoulders back with a grunt and he goes to turn, seemingly heading towards the cabinets but stops in his tracks as he sees you, leaning against the doorframe with a familiar glint in your eyes.
“how long have you been standing there?”
“long enough” you answer, clearly checking him out as your eyes roam over his chest and down to his vline where the rest his hidden by a pair of sweatpants that hang from his hips. “what are you doing?”
“was hungry, tried following a new recipe” he explains to you with a grin, drumming his fingers against the countertop as he looks at you, gaze turning sultry. “although if you come over here and sit your pretty little ass down in front of me, i may be hungry for something else”
. . . 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗘
“did you see that? that was such bullshit… what the fuck? how can someone be so dumb? so clueless? i swear, they do this shit on purpose. stupid fucking idiots—”
you’re salivating at the mouth hearing chenle curse out the players on the tv screen, too engrossed in the game to notice how much of an effect his rant seems to have on you.
chenle getting riled up over anything and everything is definitely one of your favourite versions of him, seeing the annoyance and anger swimming in his irises, face red and teeth grit together. he doesn’t get riled up at you per se, it’s at everything else that pisses him off. (even though sometimes, you do wish it was you, hence why you always act like a brat in the bedroom).
eyeing him up, seeing how his jaw clenches makes you want to push at his shoulders to lay him down flat and smother his face more than ever, and with his fists clenching at his sides makes you yearn for him to manhandle you in his grip and have you in any way he prefers.
but it was him clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth and poking at his cheek in frustration that makes you snap, hands gripping his shoulders and laying him back against the sofa cushions, climbing onto his lap and tugging his belt through the loops of his jeans.
“really? that easy?” he chides you, brow raising as if to say he was in disbelief. but with how he’s growing harder beneath your palm, you know he’s feeling the exact same way as you. “come on then, princess. sit on my face while i fuck your mouth”
. . . 𝗝𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚
you’re supposed to be finishing up the latest episode of a tv show, promising to get it over and done with to spill your thoughts and theories with your bestie over text. but you struggle to complete the task when you can see jisung in the corner of your eye fiddle with his hands, twisting the rings that he’s wearing around his fingers and pressing down on his knuckles to crack them all while whispering lowly beneath his breath—lyrics of a song that sounds a little suggestive due to his tone.
you try to not take any more notice but you find yourself in a difficult position with him leaning against you and hearing the whispers so clearly in your ear and the movements of his fingers. you fidget in your seat, clearing your throat as you try to collect your thoughts all while the arousal builds, pussy clenching around nothing as you squeeze your thighs together.
“why’d you keep moving so much?” jisung suddenly asks you and you freeze, almost feeling a little silly at being caught.
“you’re distracting me”
he cocks his head to the side innocently, “i am?”
“yes” you nod. “i can hear you whispering the lyrics to that song and playing with your fingers… it’s distracting”
“is it?” jisung asks again this time, but his voice is low and sultry, causing you to turn to look at him in surprise as he smiles at you. “want me to whisper how much i want to fuck you in your ear while i finger you? i can do that if you want”
You whip your head to Renjun on your left, lingering stuttering over the fingers dancing down Jisung’s button-up shirt.
“Your lip,” Renjun repeats, this time pointing at your mouth.
“My …” You actually face Renjun now and touch your bottom lip, then notice the sting when the skin pulls apart. “Oh, yeah, sorry. It’s just so -“ You inhale sharply. “- hot - warm, right now. Just looking at everyone is making me sweat.”
“Sure.” Renjun nods. “I’m going to get some water. D’you want one?” You nod. “Okay, be right back.”
As you watch Renjun head into the kitchen, Jisung says your name, followed by an innocent honorific.
You hum back, not having heard him properly; you should probably pay attention more, since everyone is deciding where to have lunch.
“Is something on your mind?”
“Oh.” You lick your lips (then wince at the slit breaking further). “Yeah,” you answer slowly. You pull dig into your bag on the floor. “You, um, look hot - warm, Jisung,” you correct, again, halfway, digging the heel of your palm into your thigh. “I - I have a mini fan, if you want.” You bring it up, as a barrier between the two of you because he leaned forward.
“I’m okay,” he promises, then takes off his jacket and undoes a second button. “My shirt is light enough, I think.”
And he’s not wearing a tank top underneath either.
Jeno swallows a quick bite of rice and stares at Jisung, unblinkingly. “I am,” he says slowly. “I’m just wait -“
“Should I find it mildly concerning that you still have your ex’s clothes or more concerning that I fit - Oh, Jisung.”
You emerge from Jeno’s room, staring down the skimpy sports bra, tugging on the equally small athletic shorts, until you bump into Jisung’s back.
Jisung says your name, just as surprised. And you both stare at each other over his shoulder a moment. Then, his eyes dip to your chest. You follow him, briefly scanning his face before you remember how exposed your clothes leave you, and you zip up the black hoodie. Jisung bites his lip and looks at the ground.
“What -“ Jisung inhales. “Are you going to the gym with Jeno hyung?”
“Ye-yeah,” you stutter. “We have a hit class in half an hour.” You bypass Jisung and glare at Jeno. “You should probably put on a shirt before we’re late again.”
Jeno rolls his eyes. “You were naked in my room. What was I supposed to do? Barge in?”
You throw one of Jaemin’s nearby kitchen towels at him. “Just go get ready.”
Once Jeno leaves, Jisung takes his seat and his rice. But he just stares at it.
“You okay, sung?”
“Hmm?” Jisung picks his head up, then stutters back when he sees the back of your hand reaching for his forehead. “No, yeah, I’m fine.” He readjusts his jacket over his broad shoulders.
“Are you sure? You look h - a little warm. I can get you a glass of water.”
Jisung ignores the fact that he lives here, not you. “No, I’m fine.”
But you also ignore him and move around the kitchen island to the cabinets. “You should also probably take off your jacket.”
“I’m -“ Jisung inhales. “I’m not wearing a shirt underneath.”
A cup falls.
It’s plastic, so it is okay, but still, you dropped the cup.
“Sorry.” You put it in the sink and grab a new one. “I’ll - I’ll wash it when we get back.” You walk toward the refrigerator and pause before the dispenser. “We’ll leave when Jeno finishes getting ready, so you can - can take off your jacket and cool down soon.”
“Noona, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said any -“
“Okay. I’m done. Let’s go!” Jeno jumps into the kitchen, snatching a water bottle from the counter.
You place the water cup in front of Jisung and walk toward the door with Jeno. “I’ll, um, see you later, Sung.”
Jisung just lifts his hand in a poor attempt of a wave. And when the door shuts, he adjusts his jacket across his broad shoulders and loosens the zipper.
You tap your fingers into your thighs, teetering on the tips of your toes.
With everyone else asleep, you thought that you’d grab a glass of water before taking over Jeno’s room again (he’s sleeping with Jaemin tonight). It looks like Jisung had the same idea. But you guess jaemjen failed to inform their other roommate that you would be staying the night, given that he screamed when he saw you.
“Are you staying again?”
You nod. It’s 12:40 AM. You could just call a taxi or catch the last bus, but it’s more convenient to stay, and you’ve done it in the past, even with Jisung home. Somehow though, this feels different.
“You don’t mind, do you?”
Jisung shakes his head, no, and a temporary beat overtakes the both of you before he gulps down some water. He zips up his jacket closer to his neck, almost over his chin. You copy him, tugging down the sleeves of your hoodie.
“It’s cold tonight, huh?” you joke. “Be-because it was so hot - warm earlier.”
“Yeah, hot.” Jisung agrees. Then he jolts to the side. “Sorry, did you want some water too?” You nod, and he hands over his cup. “Here, you can use mine, so we don’t waste too many cups. I’m going to head to back to bed.”
You grab his wrist before he can leave. “Jisung, Wait.”
That’s crazy. I could be borderline insane. Like I am trying to be normal
sorry, sorry, I want to be significantly less insane but I literally canNot stop thinking about Him
“Don’t say ‘nevermind’ again,” Jisung begs, long fingers hanging off your wrist.
It’s morning now. Too early to argue with him.
Well, it’s 10:30, but his roommates sleep deep into the afternoon on a near daily basis. And Jisung does too, usually, because he stays up as equally late as them. But not today apparently.
It’s not like you were trying to sneak out or anything. The sun rose, and with it brought the temperature and humidity, forcing you out of Jeno’s pc hellhole, into the kitchen for some ice water.
“Sorry, I was just tired last night, Jisung,” you try to excuse it - grabbing his wrist and holding him hostage for a few minutes in silence. “Just forget about it. I didn’t mean to keep you up.”
Jisung steps closer, a foot between yours. “No, tell me. Please?”
You can see down his jacket from this angle. And oh. He still isn’t wearing a shirt. It’s normal, you rationalize, since he lives here, not you, but lately, it seems like he never wears anything under his long sleeves. It would be easier, colder to just wear a simple t-shirt.
Slowly, you recoil your hands, pressing one to your forehead with the cold sweat. “Jisung, I … “
Jisung tilts his head to the side. And he looks cute, you think. He would look cuter, though, if he zipped up his damn jacket; but you get it, it’s hot, it’s summer.
You shake your head. “I didn’t think you’d let me. You’ve never offered or anything before.”
“You’ve never asked.”
“You’ve never invited me over.”
You and Jisung cross your arms over your bodies, staring at each other. Because it’s true. He has never invited you over to his apartment; it’s always been Jeno or Jaemin, or even, on the occasion, Renjun, who doesn’t live here. Granted, everything Jisung does, he does with his friends, so when Jeno or Jaemin invite you, he comes along anyways or you tag along with his roommates.
“Do you want to now?”
“Jisung, it’s 12:30.”
Jisung purses his lips. “Right.” You already spent the night. “Still, you can see my room if you want. I have two fans running, plus the air con.”
You bite your lip, because you’re curious.
But he’s Park Jisung. Park Jisung who currently is not wearing a shirt and is so innocently inviting you back to his room, despite your initial thoughts.
that’s crazy.
if I wrote this fic, I would call it “warm” or something, idk. Im trying to be normal
You don’t know what you expected from his space, but since Jaemin has the master bedroom, you thought Jisung’s room would coordinate with it, in some way.
Jisung walks behind you, slowly, stepping over some of the loose adidas boxes scattered across the floor. He accidentally trips on a jacket, foot sliding back with the sleeve, and takes you down too. You fall under him, landing on the bed.
“Sorry,” he apologizes immediately.
But he doesn’t get up.
He shakes his hair in front of his eyes, bangs falling loosely over his nose. Jisung tilts his head, to toss his hair back into place, but you stop him. You brush a strand away from his eyes so clearly.
“Sorry,” you apologize too, stuttering your hand back to your side. “I don’t know why I did that. I should go -“
Except you can’t move with him caging you down like this.
“Don’t go.”
Anyways, I am extremely normal. There are normal things happening in his bedroom.
But you find yourself lifting off the pillows to meet his lips again and again, and again. You wrap your arms around his neck, fingers digging into the hood of his jacket. Jisung copies you, too, circling his strong arms under your hips.
You continue making out with him, steadily grinding your hips together. His zipper scratches your stomach, and his sleeves roll further up his arm, exposing his veins to your skin. You can feel him pant into your mouth each time that his lips bite you again.
“Ji,” you whisper breathlessly, as he scoots onto the bed with you, tangling your legs together. “Jisung, please.” He pulls you half on top of him, arms caging you against his chest.
“I’m here,” he promises through a series of pecks before kissing you longly and slipping his tongue into your mouth. “Noona, I -“
“Did she leave already?”
You and Jisung freeze, eyes looking behind you at the door. Jaemin’s feet tread just outside Jisung’s room, then you look back at Jisung.
“No,” Jeno yawns. “I can see her shoes at the door. I’ll wake her up.”
“Shit,” you whisper shout and scramble out of Jisung’s bed, leaving him dumbfounded and self-soothing his arm.
okay, last thought before being normal, sorry. I think about him a normal amount btw.
“Ji - God - Jisung, we need to - Jisung!”
You gasp and roll your entire body on the bed, dragging him with you.
“I need you, sorry,” he apologizes quickly, words dying on your jugular. His hands grip you tightly on the waist, keeping your lower body attached to him too.
“Right,” you agree pliantly. “But please close the door tighter.”
Jisung presses one, two, three more kisses on your neck, the last one wet with his spit, before he complies. And when he comes back, he kneels one leg between your thighs, the other standing off the bed. You prop yourself up on your elbows.
okay. NORMALCY BEGINS NOW BEFORE I SAY SOMETHING INSANE AND UNHINGED.
“No,” you scoff, crossing your arms and half-turning toward Jaemin’s menu scrawl on the refrigerator. “I was just,” you start slowly, to give yourself enough time to formulate an excuse, “wondering what brand of trousers you have. They’re a nice color.”
“Sure,” he plays along.
Jisung walks around the counter and hugs you from behind. Gradually, he seeps into the crevice of your neck, whispering right under your ear. “You don’t have to lie to me,” he tells you, almost innocently. “You’ve already had your hands on me.”
You slip out of Jisung’s arms, a gasp falling from your mouth. “You are so bold today, Park Jisung.”
But he just shrugs, a light smirk tugging on the corner of his lips as he taps his thumbs into the counter. “I stare at your butt too, by the way.”
“Noona,” Jisung whimpers, subtilely pushing you toward his room. He places a palm on your stomach, urging you down the hall, but you stick to his open jacket, practically climbing his tiny waist. “Noona,” he repeats, a little louder, though no louder than a whisper.
You hum teasingly, smirking against his lips. “You don’t want to kiss me?”
“No, I -“ Jisung kisses you, extensively, to make a point. He has to brace a hand on the wall, on his door frame, before he goes too far. Then, when he pulls away, he cups your face, tilting your chin upward, and you stare at him, doe-eyed, blinking slowly.
“Hi,” you whisper, giving him a gentle smile. “I want to kiss you, too, by the way,” you tell him, reaching up to brush the hairs around his ear.
“Good,” he nods. “Good.” Jisung’s eyes dip to your lips, then back to your eyes. “What -“ He inhales. “- What are you doing tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow?” You think for a second, blinking slightly at the ceiling. “I think Jeno and I have another hit class at 7. I’m supposed to meet him here and he’ll drive us there.” You stare back at Jisung. “Why?”
Jisung bites his lip.
“Do you want to stay the night?” he asks. “In my room?”
You climb up Jisung’s torso and rake your nails from the tips of his cheekbones to the back of his head. His breath hitches as you reach his crown, then you fist his hair in both hands.
And he moans, mouth opening more.
“I didn’t know you like this sort of thing, Jiji,” you mumble, crashing onto his lips.
He hums an affirmation, barely closing his lips around yours, his giant hands pulling your ass even closer as he scoots higher up his bed.
“I like your hands,” he confesses, breathlessly. “Do more?”
so normal … what if I write this fic 🧎♀️ I have the time today because I have a practicum later (exam) so I’ll be free for the next, like, 36 hours following my lab 🧎♀️🧎♀️ I could write … an insane ass 12k fic in that time
Jisung raises his hand in the air, and you follow him, catching his fingers with yours.
“Do you ever think of college sweethearts?”
“My parents were college sweethearts,” he confesses and brings your hands down to your stomach. He kisses your bare shoulder and smiles when you turn around to face him.
“Gross.” You scrunch your nose. “Don’t talk about your parents after we just had sex.”
Jisung laughs and tucks your hair behind your ear. You lift the blankets over your chests and creep into the crevice of his neck.
“We just took a nap.” He kisses your nose. “You woke me up.”
“‘You woke me up’,” you mock him, as deep as your voice can go. “Did you know that you snore?”
He rolls his eyes. “Everyone snores.”
“I don’t snore.”
“I can attest, you most definitely do snore.” He laughs again when you glare at him. “It’s cute. You’re cute.”
“You’re cute.”
I don’t Even have an excuse for this. I don’t even know what the point of this was but yeah
i don’t even know what type of like writing this is but it’s so personal and specific it has my rolling my eyes back GAWDDD the one about raking ur fingernails thru his hair is sooooooo
⨯ summary: haechan introduces you to his dealer friend, and mark lee makes it so hard to keep the relationship strictly business. not that you minded anyways.
⨯ warnings: mentions of drugs (weed), some suggestive content, i think thats it enjoy :3
⨯ playlist: cave me in, gallant / half moon, dean / wfm, realestk
⨯ extra content: part two
⨯ a/n: im completely normal about mark lee i swear ty @markonthemoon for furthering my completely normal feelings about mark lee… there might be a part two.
…
It had been at least 3 hours since you had picked up edibles from Mark. Three whole ass hours, and yet he was still laying on his bed feeling less than whole. Who did you buy them for? Were you getting high with someone else? Was it a guy?
The first time Haechan had introduced you to him he didn’t pay it any mind. You were a close friend of the younger male’s situation-ship… Whatever the fuck that was. But it was no more than that in his eyes. You were someone who occasionally bought from him, and you were always so polite about it too. And for some unknown reason, or at least unknown to him, that bothered him. A few weeks later, a not-so-sober conversation with Haechan revealed that Mark had a crush on you. One he denied vehemently. Though he guessed out of everyone he sold to, you were the most ideal to date.
The ring around Jisung’s pretty chain necklace dangles over your eyes, and you follow it, hypnotized until he mentions it.
“You like it?”
He smirks.
You trail up his neck, slowly, appreciating the way his necklace drapes his neck. And he catches you doing so, graduating down to a pause.
“I thought of you after I bought it,” he says, kissing you once, pushing your head into the pillows. Your eyes close instantly, following him. “You’re the first person to see it.”
I think he would make the perfect situationship partner because he is romantic but doesn’t want to be tied down 🙂 so …
Jisung runs his fingers over the side of your hair with the hand behind your head. You lay on his bare shoulder, a little upward into the mattress just to give yourself some extra height.
“You’re so …”
Jisung stops. He stops in his tracks. He stops playing with your hair.
Jisung winces and groans when you rake your nails through his scalp. Gradually, you reach the end of his hair. And yank. Hard.
His eyes pull open, and he stares at you, breath bated, bottom lip catching under his teeth. You scan his face, jumping around the moles on his face until he tilts his chin up and catches your lips.
“Kiss me,” he demands weakly, already taking one. Then, he backs up, a hair away from your lips, and he glances at them. “Please?”
Normal. Normal. Normal. I’m being so normal right now.
You nuzzle into Jisung’s shoulder behind him. Somehow, you managed to manoeuvre him into the little spoon this time. Granted, you can attribute it to his affinity for stargazing - because he lays on his side, just using your hand to trace Polaris, even though you can’t really see beyond his messy hair.
“Zeta, beta, gamma, nu, and back to zeta makes the cup,” Jisung explains softly, dragging your hand back to his bare abdomen. He curls your fingers into a fist, under his palm, and he rubs his thumb somewhere around your knuckles. “It symbolizes going home. Err, not going home, like walking home, but, like, guiding you home.”
You squeeze your arms around his waist and press a kiss behind his neck. And he sighs, sinking deeper against you. “Is this you kicking me out of your apartment again?” you joke - half-heartedly because he might. He might ask you to leave again. And you don’t want to, not yet.
Jisung hums. “No,” he says slowly, then turns around and stares at you a long second before needlessly brushing the hairs around your forehead. “You’re wearing my favorite shirt. Can’t have that leave my place,” he laughs.
You kiss Jisung impossibly frantic, running on a time limit. Both your hands wrap around his throat, thumbing his prominent Adam’s apple. The hold prevents him from drawing away - not that he seems to do so. Plus, your knees trap his waist, caging around his hips as you push him into the mattress.
Jisung falls first, head on the pillows. His fingers creep under your skirt and curl behind your thighs, dragging you down his lap. And his hard on skims your underwear.
Jisung raises his eyebrows when you pull away, his mouth freshly parted, panting.
“Hi.” You smile innocently.
“Hi, baby,” he smiles back, still quirking his brow. Jisung scans your face, then rests his hands behind your ass, pulling you higher up his chest, closer to his lips again. And you brace a palm on his chest. “Why’d you stop?”
um … I know exactly where this is going but I Am Being So , Normal . Right , Now.
Despite spontaneously seeing each other across the restaurant entryway, Jisung grabs your arm and pulls you outside.
But you shrug him off, the moment cold air touches your hands.
“Oh, now you want to talk?” You don’t need to raise your voice, already two steps in front of him. “When I’m with someone?” You point at him, stopping just before his chest. “You’re here with someone.”
“Don’t pretend like you don’t know Renjun,” Jisung accuses back. “And I’m not the one here on a date.”
Park Jisung drops to his knees and lifts the hem of your shirt, pressing a light kiss on your stomach.
“Pretty,” he mumbles, cautiously glancing at you through his lashes. You watch him, biting your lip and brushing his hair. And he nods, lips falling closer to your belly button. He softly licks your waist, prepping the area for another kiss.
I’m sorry. I’m trying really, really hard to be normal about him but he is just so ……. fucking good looking
You slip onto your knees between Jisung’s legs, nails grazing his pretty thighs. He stares down at you, simply watching. Both of you choke on your breaths, leaving his bedroom silent.
And you’re not sure who breaks it first, because as you finally unzip his pants, he gasps.
anyways .
I can’t say it.
They’re gonna do stuff.
It’s going to be … dirty.
But they’re going to do stuff. And I can’t say it.
You turn to Jisung, smile fading once you see him frowning, and put down the gudetama plushy. He stands a little bit further, now, than when you first pointed out the egg section.
“Do you want it to be a date?”
Jisung sucks in his lips, and you cross your arms over your chest.
“It’s not a date,” you assuage him, then recoil when you see that he opened his mouth. “Don’t … don’t worry.”
I was in formed that I am, in fact, not normal about park jisung but I am trying ! to ! be !
anyways.
“Let’s stop here.”
Jisung grabs your upper arm, skidding you down to a halt. You trip a couple steps backward, shopping bags hitting your legs, until you meet him, hand in hand this time, and you stare at your fingers.
“What -“
“I’m hungry,” he explains, nodding at the ramyeon restaurant. “Let’s stop here for a little.”
You bite your lip.
But Jisung threads his fingers between yours, tugging you inside. “This will be a date.” He runs the back of your hand with his thumb. “Don’t worry.”
The ring around Jisung’s pretty chain necklace dangles over your eyes, and you follow it, hypnotized until he mentions it.
“You like it?”
He smirks.
You trail up his neck, slowly, appreciating the way his necklace drapes his neck. And he catches you doing so, graduating down to a pause.
“I thought of you after I bought it,” he says, kissing you once, pushing your head into the pillows. Your eyes close instantly, following him. “You’re the first person to see it.”
I think he would make the perfect situationship partner because he is romantic but doesn’t want to be tied down 🙂 so …
Jisung runs his fingers over the side of your hair with the hand behind your head. You lay on his bare shoulder, a little upward into the mattress just to give yourself some extra height.
“You’re so …”
Jisung stops. He stops in his tracks. He stops playing with your hair.
Jisung winces and groans when you rake your nails through his scalp. Gradually, you reach the end of his hair. And yank. Hard.
His eyes pull open, and he stares at you, breath bated, bottom lip catching under his teeth. You scan his face, jumping around the moles on his face until he tilts his chin up and catches your lips.
“Kiss me,” he demands weakly, already taking one. Then, he backs up, a hair away from your lips, and he glances at them. “Please?”
Normal. Normal. Normal. I’m being so normal right now.
You nuzzle into Jisung’s shoulder behind him. Somehow, you managed to manoeuvre him into the little spoon this time. Granted, you can attribute it to his affinity for stargazing - because he lays on his side, just using your hand to trace Polaris, even though you can’t really see beyond his messy hair.
“Zeta, beta, gamma, nu, and back to zeta makes the cup,” Jisung explains softly, dragging your hand back to his bare abdomen. He curls your fingers into a fist, under his palm, and he rubs his thumb somewhere around your knuckles. “It symbolizes going home. Err, not going home, like walking home, but, like, guiding you home.”
You squeeze your arms around his waist and press a kiss behind his neck. And he sighs, sinking deeper against you. “Is this you kicking me out of your apartment again?” you joke - half-heartedly because he might. He might ask you to leave again. And you don’t want to, not yet.
Jisung hums. “No,” he says slowly, then turns around and stares at you a long second before needlessly brushing the hairs around your forehead. “You’re wearing my favorite shirt. Can’t have that leave my place,” he laughs.
You kiss Jisung impossibly frantic, running on a time limit. Both your hands wrap around his throat, thumbing his prominent Adam’s apple. The hold prevents him from drawing away - not that he seems to do so. Plus, your knees trap his waist, caging around his hips as you push him into the mattress.
Jisung falls first, head on the pillows. His fingers creep under your skirt and curl behind your thighs, dragging you down his lap. And his hard on skims your underwear.
Jisung raises his eyebrows when you pull away, his mouth freshly parted, panting.
“Hi.” You smile innocently.
“Hi, baby,” he smiles back, still quirking his brow. Jisung scans your face, then rests his hands behind your ass, pulling you higher up his chest, closer to his lips again. And you brace a palm on his chest. “Why’d you stop?”
um … I know exactly where this is going but I Am Being So , Normal . Right , Now.
Despite spontaneously seeing each other across the restaurant entryway, Jisung grabs your arm and pulls you outside.
But you shrug him off, the moment cold air touches your hands.
“Oh, now you want to talk?” You don’t need to raise your voice, already two steps in front of him. “When I’m with someone?” You point at him, stopping just before his chest. “You’re here with someone.”
“Don’t pretend like you don’t know Renjun,” Jisung accuses back. “And I’m not the one here on a date.”
Park Jisung drops to his knees and lifts the hem of your shirt, pressing a light kiss on your stomach.
“Pretty,” he mumbles, cautiously glancing at you through his lashes. You watch him, biting your lip and brushing his hair. And he nods, lips falling closer to your belly button. He softly licks your waist, prepping the area for another kiss.
I’m sorry. I’m trying really, really hard to be normal about him but he is just so ……. fucking good looking
You slip onto your knees between Jisung’s legs, nails grazing his pretty thighs. He stares down at you, simply watching. Both of you choke on your breaths, leaving his bedroom silent.
And you’re not sure who breaks it first, because as you finally unzip his pants, he gasps.
anyways .
I can’t say it.
They’re gonna do stuff.
It’s going to be … dirty.
But they’re going to do stuff. And I can’t say it.
You turn to Jisung, smile fading once you see him frowning, and put down the gudetama plushy. He stands a little bit further, now, than when you first pointed out the egg section.
“Do you want it to be a date?”
Jisung sucks in his lips, and you cross your arms over your chest.
“It’s not a date,” you assuage him, then recoil when you see that he opened his mouth. “Don’t … don’t worry.”
I was in formed that I am, in fact, not normal about park jisung but I am trying ! to ! be !
anyways.
“Let’s stop here.”
Jisung grabs your upper arm, skidding you down to a halt. You trip a couple steps backward, shopping bags hitting your legs, until you meet him, hand in hand this time, and you stare at your fingers.
“What -“
“I’m hungry,” he explains, nodding at the ramyeon restaurant. “Let’s stop here for a little.”
You bite your lip.
But Jisung threads his fingers between yours, tugging you inside. “This will be a date.” He runs the back of your hand with his thumb. “Don’t worry.”
The Insight Fallacy refers to the erroneous belief that understanding a problem (i.e. knowing the cause) equates to solving the problem.
will eventually include … college au (this is important and relevant to the plot), older reader (not a heavy age gap but it’s there for thematic purposes), mutual masturbation, vague size kink, choking, spitting, lowkey perv themes, emotional cheating (?), getting together just to break up lol, etc. etc.
🥳🥳🥳 thank you!!! lol, I’m excited to post it … whenever it’s finished … but yeah, I like men a little pathetic!! I think needy Jisung is a great concept and should be explored more 🥳🥳 he’s so cute, in, like, a ‘im so desperate, please, please let me ruin you, I’m begging’ kind of way (I hope that makes sense). He’s a bit more, like, pathetic in the full fic though 😭
The Insight Fallacy refers to the erroneous belief that understanding a problem (i.e. knowing the cause) equates to solving the problem.
will eventually include … college au (this is important and relevant to the plot), older reader (not a heavy age gap but it’s there for thematic purposes), mutual masturbation, vague size kink, choking, spitting, lowkey perv themes, emotional cheating (?), getting together just to break up lol, etc. etc.
let me teach you how to smash was so fucking good ???? i was no joke kicking and giggling the whole time holy shit the amount of like build up was crazy. i love how personal it was and how jisung actually had a backstory that wove into the plot line perfectly and every interaction of the mc and jisung was really natural; they felt like real people! i also just love fics that hone in on a thing that the writers are very knowledgeable about (in this case badminton) and use that to base the interactions around instead of the story only being centered around romantic interactions if that makes sense? makes the story more realistic and easier to get submersed in. also the build up to the smut was amazing coz i was SCREAMINGGG the way you wrote jisung in bed GODDDDDD the praise kink and the teasing w the mc’s underwear still on is something i have thought of before and seeing it in writing had me going absolutely feral. you’re such a good writer and i’m really glad you shared this w us!!:D thank you so much i hope you’re having a great day 🫶
hi uhm I LOVE YOU?????
hehe THANK U LOADS FOR sending this it’s truly made my day week month year 😭😭😭 i’m soso happy you enjoyed it and that the build up felt natural for you! at some point i did think if i was just writing a excerpt of like an english essay rather than a cute and lovely fic with jisung but i’m so glad that you think it was worth the read and that you enjoyed its progression <3 im more than happy to share my work and i hope you have a great day (and week!) too 🫶🏼
OFCCC I LOVE LEAVING COMMENTS 4 AMAZING WRITERS!! and i loved the fact that it was like 22k long fics with slow burn build up is literally the best type of fic 😭 the fact fic writers literally just dish out masterpieces for free is already insane + finding a good jisung fic (esp slutty ones) r hard to come by so i had to let you know this one was crazy good 🫶
