Netflix and Chill (Haechan x Reader)
Warning: SMUT!! (Is this even a surprise anymore)
Pairing: Haechan x Fem! Reader
Summary: Your attractive af neighbor comes over for a movie night, but the scenario quickly changes from Netflix to chill ;))
You were currently running around your living room, dusting the usually unimportant window sill for the 7th time, just to make sure no extra specks of dust made their way onto the wooden surface in the past 10 minutes. The panicked expression on your face perfectly matched your half attained hair bun, giving off classic mother-with-way-too-many-children vibes. Honestly, any other person would think you were getting your place ready for the president, or your boss, or any remotely important person. But no. The only thing on your mind at the current moment was the nervous sensation of not being nearly representable, despite the fact that Haechan was coming in half an hour.
Ah yes, Haechan. The insanely good looking musician boy next door. Practically the Prince Charming of your not so interesting life.
You snapped out of your daydreaming state, adjusting the last frame on the wall before rushing to your room. It didn’t take long for you to realise that you had no idea what to do, inside of the situation that you wanted to call a “first date.” In all honesty, you guys weren’t complete strangers, and this whole thing could be easily mistaken for two friends hanging out. So, naturally, you spent a good moment or two contemplating on what to do. In the end, you opted for letting your brushed hair down, and wearing a hoodie that looked casual enough for a stay in date, but cute enough to look flattering while you munched on popcorn.
You contently hummed, giving yourself a thumbs up in the mirror before going downstairs to wait for Donghyuck. And as if on cue, the doorbell rang twice, not three times because that would seem too desperate, and not once, because that seemed too unimportant.
Taking in a deep breath, you tucked your hair behind your ear as you carefully unlocked the door, revealing a sheepish Haechan. He awkwardly waved, almost shoving the popcorn bags he brought into your arms, making you giggle in response.
“Welcome to my humble abode,” you said comedically, letting the slightly taller boy through the doorway. After locking the door, you gently tossed the popcorn bags onto the kitchen counter as you told him to make himself at home. Haechan hummed in response, taking his shoes off by the entrance and earning himself an interesting glance at his choice of banana socks. You admired his features as he took his coat off, noticing that he was wearing his nice jeans today, taking into consideration that he was usually in either ripped or patched pants. His fashion sense was on point though, just like his perfectly soft looking locks.
Donghyuck looked up at you, giving you a blinding smile once he caught your gaze. You brushed off the gesture as a friendly one, walking him to the couch in front of the tv.
“Did you think of any movies Donghyuck?” You asked as you tossed him the remote, him effortlessly catching it and plopping him self on the couch.
“Nah not really? Oh and call me Hyuck,” he said, almost as nonchalantly as his whole stance. His words made your heart skip a beat, making you stutter as you gave him a response.
“O-ok,” You said with slightly dusted cheeks, almost missing the smirk that he gave you as you turned on your heels to make way to the kitchen. Throwing a popcorn bag into the microwave, you leaned on the counter and observed Haechan’s laid back figure on your couch. The image made your thoughts race, making you wonder what it would be like if the boy was your boyfriend, perfectly fitting in your oddly empty apartment.
You were so enchanted with the way he switched through shows that you almost didn’t hear when the microwave alarm went off. Luckily, Hyuck didn’t see the silly way you burnt yourself while trying to empty the contents of the bag into a giant plastic bowl. The unique salty aroma of the popcorn filled the air as you walked to the couch, throwing yourself down on the spotless piece of furniture. Haechan glanced at you, but continued scrolling through sections, unable to decide.
It didn’t take long for an awkward silence to settle in, both of you on either side of the couch, not making anything but secret eye contact.
“Soooo....” you awkwardly let out, not really wanting to deal with this atmosphere for long.
“Sooo... what type of movie do you wanna watch?” He asked, turning how whole body to look at you.
“I don’t really mind, you choose.”
“How about a horror movie then?”
In that moment you were faced with a really hard decision. Should you agree and try your best not to flinch for an hour an a half, or should you sound like a pussy right now? Your slightly horrified face probably gave everything away, since Haechan gave you a sly smile, turning around and selecting a random movie.
“Don’t worry, I’ll choose a less scary one”
Or at least you guessed so, because for the past 30 minutes, your attention was on the mesmerizing way Donghyuck brought popcorn to his lips. Your eyes watched the way the salty snack made contact with his slightly parted mouth, his eyes still glued on the slowly unraveling plot.
But then, out of nowhere, his eyes darted to the side, directly landing on your lovestruck face. On instinct you jumped back, nuzzling your head in the pillow you were holding.
“Is the movie that scary?” He asked, shifting his figure a little closer to yours on the couch. You distanced yourself, trying your best to hide your slowly reddening ears. You stared at whatever the hell was on the tv, pretending to pay attention as you shook your head at his question.
“Are you sure,” he said in a tone way softer than before, but there was a hint of another emotion you just couldn’t pick out at the moment. You tried your best to keep your eyes from wandering as Hyuck was now seated centimeters away from your tense form. The suspenseful music coming from the tv speakers, and his radiating body heat we’re keeping you on the edge of your seat. You were aware of his every breath, every slight movement, every little gaze. Your heart rate sped up as you nodded your head, answering to his previous statement. Haechan’s body was now closer to yours than you would have ever imagined, his warm breath reaching your neck. You scrunched your eyes closed in expectation, not really sure what you were waiting for. With every second his face was getting closer, your bodies separated by a mere few inches of air.
Hyuck’s almost whisper hit your earlobe, and ohjesusfuckingchrist did it give you chills. You gasped and flinched away from him, finally inhaling the long desired oxygen your body needed. You closed your eyes to compose yourself, Turing around to come face to face with the boy next door. Even though the bright tv screen was the only source of light in the room, it’s weak rays still perfectly overshined Haechan’s sunkissed skin. All rationality was lost long ago, the over exaggerated screamed in the background clouding your thoughts.
The proximity was killing you.
Your noses were almost touching, his warm exhales tingling the skin on your lips. His gaze would dart from your eyes to your mouth, and the way he licked his lips almost made you give in.
“I’m gonna go make us some more popcorn!” You blurted out, swiftly rolling off the couch with the greasy plastic bowl in hand. You glanced back at Hyuck, who rolled his head back on the headrest, closed eyes and a chuckle escaping his mouth. Once you were out of his field of vision, you let yourself breathe, leaning on the counter. Now that you thought about it, you weren’t really sure why you ran away.
Maybe it was the tension? The fact that every second lasted an hour when your eyes locked? The way his smooth hand felt when it accidentally brushed yours?
You shook your head to snap out of your mini trance, running your hands through your hair out of frustration, not caring if you slightly greased it. You turned your body away after giving Donghyuck one last glance, giving your full attention to the microwave. You put the timer on and slightly leaned on the counter, your eyes following the turning motion of the popcorn the way a child followed a piece of candy. You were so absorbed in the decreasing numbers of the timer that you were completely oblivious to the looming figure behind you. That is, until a soft voice murmured something in your ear;
“You’re missing the whole movie, Y/n...” Hyuck’s soft voice creaped up on you once again, but this time you resisted turning around, just humming in response.
You could survive that long. Standing up straight, you rested your palms next to the microwave as you pretended to be interested by the occasional popping corn seeds. Hyuck on the other hand, wasn’t having it. He came closer behind you, his body close enough for you to feel its heat, but just far enough so that there was no contact.
You desperately tried to do anything, but every fiber in your body was on fire, begging for his touch. Every cell on your skin sensitive just at the thought of his hands on you, anywhere. The thoughts were driving you crazy, and the way his mouth was just centimeters away from your neck was making you unconsciously bite your lip. Hyuck put his arms on either side of you, the lustful look in his eyes disguised as hunger for the unimportant snack in front of you.
His right hand sneaked it’s way over your palm, Hyuck entwining your fingers once you failed to pull away.
His soft, warm lips brushed your earlobe, making all your hairs stand on end.
His chest was finally in contact with your back.
At the beeping of the microwave, you turned off the machine, but you didn’t even get to take out the popcorn as Hyuck immediately grabbed your hips, turning you around. You looked up into his hooded eyes as he pressed your body in between his own and the kitchen counter.
“Wait Do- Hyuck, what about the movie-”
Your breath hitched as he abruptly lowered his head, pinning your waist against the counter as his lips almost touched yours when he spoke.
“I think it’s a little too late for that, Y/n,” he purred before closing the distance between you, the contact that you waited for finally happening. His soft mouth pressed against your own, your lips dancing to an unknown rythm as he massaged circles on your hipbones with his thumbs. You brought your hands around his neck, letting your fingers entangle in his hair as you needyly pulled on the strands. He smirked into the kiss, and in a matter of seconds grabbed your thighs, hoisting you up on the counter. As if on instinct, your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling his clothed crotch against yours.
And somehow the moan you’ve been keeping in for a while slipped out. And that was enough to get Haechan riled up. He bit your lip, asking for entrance with his tongue, which you happily granted. As you both played around, you knocked down the long forgotten popcorn bag, and as you turned around to pick it up, you let your finger touch the still hot microwave glass.
“Fuck,” you hissed, retreating your hand almost as immediately as the burning sensation came in contact with your digit. Hyuck took your finger and gently pecked the burnt spot, giving you the softest look before motioning for you to jump.
You did so without thinking, wrapping your arms and hands around his body, letting him carry you out of the kitchen and back to the couch. The credits were rolling on the tv as he placed you down, crawling on top of you.
“Take your top off for me sweetie,” he demanded in a soft yet dominant voice, and your body reacted on its own, your stripped hoodie landing on the floor in seconds. The moment your body was exposed underneath him he sucked in air, smiling down at you as he traced circles on your tummy.
“Fuck you’re so pretty for me,” he breathed out as his fingers ran over your laced bra, finding their way back to your face. He sternly held your chin, making you turn your flushed face and look at him. Hyuck didn’t even think twice before smashing his lips back against yours, one hand lovingly holding your cheek as the other explored your naked torso. The kiss was so long and passionate, you had to pull apart to get some breath back into your body, a string of saliva still connecting your now bruised lips.
Hyuck didn’t mind that he was out of breath, letting his lips trail down your neck and to the valley between your breasts as he unbuckled your bra. You helped him throw it off to the side, trying to hold in a moan when his hands started massaging your chest. You desperately bit your lip as Donghyuck’s hands found their way to your underwear, slowly circling your already sensitive nub. The pleasure was so good it was almost impossible to hold back the sounds bubbling at the back of your throat, but out of nowhere, his fingers stopped moving.
“Let me hear your pretty sounds baby, don’t hold back ok?” He said huskily, but his voice still sounding like a melody to your ears. This time he pulled down your panties as well, chuckling at the way you covered your face once you were completely exposed to him. His mouth was back at your neck, sucking and nipping at the flesh, leaving beautiful art for you to admire tomorrow morning. Then, without warning, he dragged his index finger in between your folds, your juices coating him in seconds.
“You’re already so wet for me baby,” he purred in your ear as his finger slowly slid into you without a problem. A little whimper left your mouth at the sensation you were finally getting, but one finger wasn’t enough. And as if he read your mind, Hyuck added another finger, pumping two disgust inside you before adding another. You finally moaned at the delicious way his fingers felt filling you up, the friction he was creating making your mind go numb.
But his pace was awfully slow, your throbbing core in need for more movement. You bucked your hips against his fingers, grinding yourself against him for a second before he pulled away, leaving you to feel empty again.
“You don’t get to orgasm if you aren’t patient babygirl,” he groaned in your ear, but the way his Jeanne’s tightened around his bulge made you feel like he was the one who wouldn’t be able to last long like this.
Haechan finally gave in, pulling down his pants and underwear in one swift motion, his hard dick springing out and standing straight against his abdomen. He pulled a condom out of his pocket, gently rolling it on before positioning himself in between your legs. He teasingly rubbed his tip against your entrance before looking up at you for approval.
“You ready?” You nodded in response holding onto the seat beneath you, but Hyuck showed no sense of movement.
“Use your words babygirl,” he sternly said, streaking your inner thigh and making you buck your hips up, following his movement.
“Please Hyuck, fuck me,” you almost whined, but the sound quickly turning into a moan as he fully entered you. The room was quickly a mess, full of sounds of skin against skin and low grunts and moans. Haechan sped up, thrusting deeper and deeper with each hip movement. The fucked out look on your face fueling him to go even faster, pulling completely out before slamming his whole length inside you.
“Fuck, Donghyuck,” you moaned, rolling your head back on the armrest as He continued to skillfully move his hips. You felt the knot build up in your core, your walls slowly tightening around his already throbbing cock.
“Y/n I’m close,” he groaned in your ear as he put one of your legs over his shoulder, giving him better access to your sensitive spot. You were bothe seeing stars, chanting each others names as your movements became sloppier and sloppier.
And with one final thrust, Hyuck’s cum shot out as you both reached your climax, your juices spilling out of you like a waterfall.
Though out of context the word meant nothing, right now, when it left Haechan’s mouth, it was as honest as can be. You were both a mess. A sweaty, panting, trembling mess. Hyuck collapsed next to you, a satisfied sound rolling off his tongue before he turned around to peck you on the lips once more.
“We should have done this sooner” you said, turning around to look at the boy who’s been living next door for the past two years.
“Tell me about it,” Hyuck chuckled, nuzzling his head against your neck as his arms lazily draped over your form. You propped yourself on your elbows, reaching out to grab a stray blanket off the floor and covering your bodies with it to preserve the heat. You both looked at eachother, shyly smiling before an idea popped into Hyuck’s head.
“We should do movie nights more often.”
