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SYNOPSIS: You go on vacation with all of Dream and Haechan ravages you in the backseat.
PAIRING: nonidol!ldh x fem+poc!reader
FEATURING: almost all of DREAM
WORD COUNT: ~2k
CONTENT: MDNI, Cunnilingus(EATERCHANNNNN), fingering, breast play, exhibitionalism, cum play(?), pet names(for y/n: gorgeous), heavy teasing, multiple orgasms(can you tell i fw with this BAD), squirting(can you tell i fw with this BAD TOO), if theres more lmk
NOTES: ayeee second smutty fic😛 being a haechan ult myself, I know for a fact teasing and “almost caught” tropes run rampant in his fics, but I can’t help ittttt. It’s just so him😛 but I also just love that trope, it’s so fun(my Jisung one shot being prima facie evidence). Speaking of my Jisung one-shot, if you've read it, these are in the same universe, so I replaced what would be "Y/n" with "Lani," aka Jisung's girlfriend. Sanai is also from the same fic as Mark's prospective girlfriend (should I write something for them too?) Anyways enjoy!!!
» KISSING IN PUBLIC « 0:48 ─〇───── 3:57
DESTIN CONRAD ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻
You’re leaning against the black, soft top jeep—bikini top on display and the bottoms peaking out of your short cover-up skirt. Brown skin glistening, arms propped up against the hood, and eyes squinting, your fingers furiously tap against your phone. The group chat is active despite your separate spring break.
Manon —> I almost lost my life just now
—————— deadass
Sanai —> stop being dramatic
—————- I made her go down a water slide w me that’s it
Lani —> nah that’s trifling
————— we would’ve fought
————— luckily I’m sipping on margaritas in Cabo so you ain’t gotta worry about me
Sanai —> it was lit the smallest water slide
—————- I can’t have a little fun??
Manon —> hell naw
Y/n —> fuck no
Lani —> not if you don’t wanna tussle🤨
Sanai —> so it’s just fuck me then
Y/n —> more like fuck that slide
————- but I don’t know😬
The corners of your mouth lift slightly at your friend’s messages. You get lost in the mini world that is your phone until you feel a hand smack your ass. You lurch forward at the sudden aggression, but your face flattens as you go to look at your boyfriend. “Unnecessary,” you say as you shake your head at his antics.
“Seemed pretty necessary to me, gorgeous,” he shrugs, “I was definitely entertained.” You roll your eyes as he wraps his arms around you from behind. He moves your braids to one side, and he tucks his face into the other. “What are you doing while I’m being worked to the bone?” The work he’s talking about is packing everyone’s belongings in the two cars that are soon to be headed to the beach house.
“Texting Sanai and them,” you reply with a peck on his cheek.
“I’m surprised Mark didn’t bring Sanai along,” he says, reading your texts with you.
“I’m not,” you start, “I mean, Mark doesn’t seem like he’s ready to take her out like that yet, but also Sanai values independence in a relationship. A trip together this early would probably scare her a little.” Haechan hums at your response and peppers kisses along the nape of your neck. “Speaking of surprises, I’m really shocked Jisung isn’t here with Lani.”
“Jisung’s too freaked out and introverted for a group vacay, so I think he would rather keep that private.” The end of his sentence gets muffled by his mouth licking and sucking at your plump skin.
“Oh, but you don’t give a fuck do you?” you say as you push him off. Turning around, you cross your arms at your slight exhibitionist boyfriend.
“Nope, never did,” he replies, too focused on trying to touch you again. Before his lips can make it anywhere near you, you hear a loud voice from afar.
“Haechan, stop trying to fuck Y/n so we can go!” Chenle yells out. Haechan rolls his eyes and drags you to the SUV. He opens the door, letting you in first and following after. He pulls you with him to the very back of the 7-seater when he notices you stopping at the middle seats. You follow, confused as to why he wants to sit in the cramped rear seats. You shrug at his decision, not mad since you get a whole row to yourselves. He unfolds the seat in front of him, returning it to its original position. Everyone begins filing in except for Jeno and his girlfriend, who are taking the Jeep.
“Why am I sitting alone?” Mark huffs.
“Should’ve brought Sanai,” Haechan says slyly. Mark turns his head to glare at your boyfriend. Haechan lifts his hands in defense, breezing past the dirty look.
“Aww, is Mr. Mark upset that Y/n and Haechan didn’t sit with him?” Chenle mocks in a baby voice, “It’s okay, I’ll come sit with you.” Mark rolls his eyes and scoots as far away as possible when Chenle climbs into the back seat. Chenle begins bickering with Mark and threatens to move back to the front seat, but Renjun shuts that idea down immediately. Something about how he “needs peace while driving”—whatever that means.
Renjun starts the 4-hour drive to the beach house Airbnb. You lay your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder, scrolling through whatever interests you. Haechan is busy watching YouTube videos, volume blasting cause he couldn’t be bothered to get out his headphones. Chenle and Mark busy themselves with games, music, and whatever sights pass by as Renjun zooms down the freeway.
Around an hour passes by, and Mark and Chenle have fallen asleep, leaning against either door. Renjun has ramped up his music, and Haechan still has his YouTube videos blasting. You, however, have changed to lying on the seat, legs settled across Haechan’s lap. Your earbuds are blasting Destin Conrad while you try to beat the high score Haechan got on Block Blast. Your focus on the game is slightly interrupted when you feel the movement of a once-stationary hand on your thigh. You take a quick peek at your boyfriend only to see he’s locked in on his video about music theory. You focus back on your game, content with your life currently.
Even though you are busy playing your game, you can’t help but notice how his hand is going higher and higher on your thigh. His fingertips are toying with the fabric covering your bikini bottoms. His hand curves and glides along the inside of your thighs. You divert your gaze back to him, concerned about why the seemingly simple touch is getting closer and closer to your heat. This time, he makes eye contact with you and cocks an eyebrow. You roll your eyes and slap his hand away, making him chuckle.
Defying your refusal, Haechan's hand slowly makes its way back to your thighs, this time under your skirt. He repeats the same movement of rubbing the inside of your thighs, fingertips giving you a whisper of friction every so often. He retracts his hand on his own, but soon moves it past your clothed warmth and to your stomach. He draws patterns—hearts, stars, maybe his name at some point, but you’re too busy trying to distract yourself.
Feeling bold, he jumps to palming your breasts. You look at him with furrowed brows, but don’t stop his advances. His squeezing and rubbing make your thighs clench slightly, but the stimulus is bearable. Unsatisfied with your lack of reaction, he dips his hand into the cup of your top, massaging, pinching, and flicking your nipple. You squeeze your thighs together to appease the ache growing between your legs.
He switches his attention back and forth from each breast when he notices you get too comfortable with one. In response to his gifted pleasure, you kick off your sandals, bending one knee so your foot is resting on his thigh. You replicate his previous actions with your foot, but bolder. You move your foot back and forth over his growing erection, his black sweatpants being a thin layer between teasing and straight foot kink escapades. His actions falter slightly, making him lie his blaring phone to the side and close his eyes.
Haechan grips your ankle and retracts his hands from your swollen mounds. He pushes you away slightly so he can move closer to the center of the seats. He pulls you back towards him, ass on his lap. Your boyfriend spreads your legs, butterfly-like, and starts his teasing again. Light kisses against the knee on his chest, constant rubbing on your inner thighs, and a thumb rubbing circles on your clothed crotch. Your device is long forgotten as you lay your forearm over your eyes and pinch at your own nipple. Haechan hikes your skirt up to reveal your bottoms. The bright floral pattern against your sun-kissed skin is soon forgotten as he unties both sides of the swimsuit. You feel him groan as he spreads your glistening lips.
Your boyfriend pulls your arm off your face, forcing you to look at him. Staring at you with hooded eyes, he spits on his fingers and prods your entrance. He dips one finger in addictively. You let out a small whimper, and he shakes his head with a quick “quiet.” He pumps in and out of your pussy a few times before pulling out slowly to massage your clit. You stare at him intensely, mouth in a straight line. He dips two fingers in you this time, curving just right to press against the spongy flesh within you. He pumps his fingers in you repeatedly and adds his thumb to play with the button of nerves.
You take your free hand to reach into his pants and pull out his length. You use his precum to pump it a few times before you get an idea. Abandoning his dick, you push his hands away from your heat. You circle your clit a few times and pump your own fingers in and out of your hole. Taking the slick that collected on your fingers, you spread it across his dick and begin pumping. His jaw hangs low in shock and pleasure. His eyes squeeze shut as your hand glides over his shaft with ease. “Fuck,” he whispers.
“I thought we had to be quiet?” You mock in a hushed voice. Haechan glares at you and goes back to his abuse; this time, he’s faster. Your pumps on his length falter as you try not to moan. Out of pure spite, you focus all your attention on his tip, hoping to make him short-circuit. He lets out a groan loud enough to make him surveil the car for onlookers.
“You good back there?” Renjun asks.
“Yeah, it’s just too cramped,” Haechan lies swiftly, “my back is starting to feel it.” The only thing he was feeling was your wet pussy tightening around him and your hand jerking him off. Renjun nods, focusing back on the road. Haechan hurriedly pulls your hand off his dick, tucking his erection back in his pants. Pulling his soaked fingers out, you are suddenly pushed up so your back is leaning against the side of the car. Haechan dives into your heat, lapping up your wetness. Your head flies back as he begins to suck on your clit. You grip his hair, pulling him even closer. The flattening of his tongue has you whimpering louder and louder, close to crying out.
Haechan quickly covers your mouth with his hand, suppressing your cries. He lifts his head to give you a break for a moment. Kisses are pressed on your thighs, lips, and right at your entrance. He uncovers your mouth, whispering, “quiet gorgeous,” and grips your neck while going back to sucking your clit. He presses the sides, shortening your air supply and, in turn, heightening your senses. You grip the seat and begin clenching and tightening around nothing. “Fuck,” you whisper as your head falls forward. You jerk your pelvis towards his mouth, your body selfishly wanting more, but your brain is content with the current peak.
Haechan doesn’t let up despite you already cumming on his tongue. He flicks, sucks, and dips his tongue in your wetness. Your pussy is overstimulated, and you feel it everywhere. Your legs, stomach, and fingers are all twitching as you try to escape his skilled tongue. You begin shaking your head at him, feeling your body capping, and you can’t take it anymore. He only catches a glimpse of your pout and shaking before he’s back to lapping you up—pussy drunk. Frantically, your wetness sprays all over his mouth and pools on the seat. Your hand muffles your moans as much as you can as you squirt uncontrollably. Haechan, with his wet mouth, looks up at you with a bright, mischievous smile. You push him away, aggravated and twitching until you’ve mellowed out.
“Renjun!” Haechan calls out, “Can we stop at a rest stop? I gotta piss!”
“Fine,” Renjun draws out, “only cause I want a Coke.” Haechan smirks while you glare at him angrily.
notes : hyuck is into getting degraded yn likes to degradeeee old habits die hard i will never let sub haechan go unnoticed this man likes to be beat hazzah hazzah WHOS WITH ME??? #SaveHyuck
