cw: mark x reader x hyuck, threesome, very little plot, unprotected sex, a lot of mentions of cum, so much cum... this shit is filthy... npr
18+ minors do not interact !
[ 11:44pm ]
it's unclear whether the heat that radiates off of you is due to the alcohol that swims in your system or the pair of mouths that kiss and lick across your body fervently. you can't keep track of all the sensations you feel, mind blurry as you moan and pant, writhing restlessly between your two best friends.
kneeling on the mattress in front of you is mark with one hand pumping his flushed pink cock, the other squeezing your boob—the one that isn't in his mouth. his eyes are half-lidded and staring into yours, watching the way your face contorts each and every time hyuck slips a finger into your impossibly tight cunt.
the younger of the two boys who sits behind you, presses his swollen erection to your ass. meanwhile, his fingers are lost in your panties, thick digits alternating between pumping into you and rubbing your pulsing clit. your grip on his wrist tethers you, nails digging into his arm whenever something feels a little too good.
the night had started much differently: a movie night had dwindled into banter after hyuck's complaints that the movie mark picked out was awful. defeated, and knowing it was practically impossible to argue with hyuck, mark proposed that you guys get some wine and just talk instead, which was fine... until each of you were about three glasses in.
mark's fingertips began brushing your thighs, higher and higher, following the hem of your skirt that at some point, you stopped pulling down. hyuck's lips were whispering teasing comments in your ear, his arms snaking around your waist—something he usually did sober, except this time, with much less restraint.
you weren't oblivious; slightly past the point of tipsy? yes, but never oblivious. you leaned into their touches, giggled and blushed at their flirty passes, batted your eyes as your thighs pressed together...
just as you noticed the bulge in mark's pants, hyuck's wine-stained lips were on yours.
"d'you like that, baby?"
"yes," you reply so quickly that it's almost pathetic, letting your head fall forward and onto mark's shoulder. your eyelids are squeezed shut as your hips roll, grinding down into hyuck's hand and back against his dick.
he lets out a grunt, sliding his free hand all the way up your spine until it wraps around the base of your neck. he pulls you back up to him then moves to hold your throat, pressing his chest against you and attaching his mouth to your shoulder.
you whine out when he withdraws his fingers from between your legs, using your slick to rub his tip in circles. as he teases himself, he breathes hot air onto your skin where his tongue swirled just seconds before.
thankfully, you don't feel empty for long because mark scoots closer, looping his index finger on the strip of your cotton panties that covers your pussy. he moves it aside and guides himself towards you, sliding his length between your lips and coating it with your arousal.
"so wet," he mutters to himself, rubbing into you a few times.
"mark.."
he doesn't reply; instead, he guides himself side to side between your folds in order to stimulate your clit. your jaw slightly drops as you relish in the feeling.
"i need you," you whine.
"i know, i know," his reply doesn't sound convincing in the slightest. you can tell he's distracted watching the way his cock glistens from your juices, and your cheeks flush red in embarrassment as you open your mouth to protest once more.
"'need you to fill me up, baby, please," you plead in a small voice, but he only smirks and raises a brow at you.
"yeah?" he asks, "want me to stretch you out, sweet girl?"
from behind you, hyuck growls, "if you don't stick your dick in her right now, i'm going to."
unwilling to push hyuck's withering patience, mark scoffs and disappears between your folds in one smooth motion, pushing the head of his dick into your walls with almost no resistance. both of you sigh out in relief. your hands claw at his shoulders, grip tightening when he bottoms out inside of you. a moan rumbles in mark's chest and he leans down to capture your lips in a kiss.
he's so close that he's pressing his hips completely to yours, pelvis flush against your clit, the pressure so delicious on the needy bud. he swallows every last moan you feed him, only pulling back from your kiss for air.
mark takes his time finding a pace, observing how you react to each thrust. he takes note of both your expression and your clenching cunt that flutters around him when he slows down or picks up speed.
every time he pulls out, his eyes look down to where your bodies meet, obsessed with the way you suck him back in.
"fuck," he breathes, "this pussy's so good. s'tight, so warm,” he’s babbling incoherently, unable to suppress his moans when you swivel your hips. he stills for a moment, letting you pleasure yourself on his cock. you feel unreal, better than he could’ve ever imagined (and boy, did he imagine this quite a few times in the years he’s known you).
"move, please,"
"always so polite," mark teases and snaps forward. you cry out, and he does it again, quickly finding a rhythm that has your head spinning. he’s long and you’re so wet that if it wasn’t for how tight you are, there would be no push back at all. the stretch is delectable, like nothing you’ve felt before.
"you're such a good girl, taking mark so well,” hyuck sticks his thumb between your parted lips and rests it on your tongue, “i bet you love being used like this. you do, don’t you, baby?”
mark sucks in a breath when you bring your hand down, spreading your folds with your fingers, “you’re doing so good for me,” he says, eyes locked on the sight.
their praises go straight to the bundle of nerves between your legs, your orgasm building in the pit of your tummy. you can only hum around your best friends finger, head bobbing up and down in agreement with his filthy, yet nonetheless true, accusation.
the tip of mark’s dick kisses your cervix repeatedly, slipping through your sopping folds at a pace so eager that you’ve started to melt. if it wasn’t for both boys holding you up, you’d have become putty in their arms.
all of your senses have started to blend together, starting with the salty taste of hyuck’s thumb that he finally withdraws and drags down your front, rubbing your saliva around your perked up nipples until they’re coated and gleaming. his dick couldn’t possibly be any harder, standing prominently up and constantly poking at your backside. you’re pretty sure he’s been leaking pre-cum, too, because there’s a wet spot on your lower back where the draft hits slightly different.
mark’s hands that grip and squeeze the flesh of your ass to pull you to meet his thrusts, suddenly lift up to land a slap on each cheek. your eyes are locked on his glossy ones, though you can’t see very clearly through the pooling tears that gather and blur your vision.
you’re close, so fucking close that you’ve started moaning out shamelessly, rambling nonsense, “i’m gonna—it feels so—ng, fuck! mark, please don’t stop, please, please–“
mark’s head falls into the crook of your neck, lips right by your ear as he chants encouragements in low whispers, just for you.
“come for me, baby. yes, just like that." his voice strains as your pussy squeezes him, "take my dick, take it.”
you wrap your arms around his neck, fingers tangling and tugging at his dark strands. your orgasm hurdles towards you, and it only takes a particularly deep thrust for your breath to hitch in your throat, the coil snapping in your tummy.
mark’s coming too, before he even realizes it. his lip is clamped between his teeth as he tries his absolute best to keep a steady pace, so desperately wanting to make you feel as good as he does.
he empties himself inside your walls with a raspy, dragged out groan, chest heaving in pleasure. his toes are digging into the bed, abdomen flexed and dick twitching. there are beads of sweat trickling down his chest and he swipes away at them, leaning back to watch your fucked out face as he finishes. this is one of the best orgasms he's ever had, he decides; still, his high ends before yours.
in fact, his tip is screaming with sensitivity by the time he peeks his eyes open and realizes, you’re still coming. god, it’s fucking hard to keep up, regardless of how bad he wants you help you ride it out. it's nearly impossible when your gummy walls are so warm around him and your release is gushing out, dripping down your thighs.
“shit, y/n,” hyuck moans your name out loud, fucking his fist shamelessly.
he watches as mark scrunches all his features and picks up his pace just enough to amplify the end of your climax, the sound of his skin slapping against yours a little louder. your cries are louder, too.
he finally slows down once your thighs start trying to clamp shut, and you've started shaking from overstimulation.
"holy shit, mark. i've never come like that before," you whimper, reaching between your legs as he pulls out to feel just how wet you are. mark leans back on one arm, cupping his balls in his palm.
he looks over at you and laughs softly at the way your pupils are blown wide, "me either," he agrees, cheeks and chest flushed red from effort.
"let me see," hyuck insists, huffing, "lay back,"
the moment your back hits the mattress you wince, the burning in your thighs suddenly very evident. hyuck hushes you sweetly, gently parting your legs and leaving a few open mouthed kisses on your stomach. when he pulls away, it’s to gawk at the silky white mess of cum between your legs.
“we should’ve done this long ago,” mark jokes, but there’s a glimmer of sincerity in his eyes.
you nod, propping up on your elbows to meet him halfway where he leans in giving you a slow, wet kiss. his tongue swipes at yours, the shared air growing warmer between you. there’s a few hushed noises coming from both of you, and the kiss lasts until you feel something fill you up again.
you pull away to find donghyuck, two fingers shoved into your hole, tucking away any of mark’s cum that tried to seep out.
when your eyes meet, there's a pout resting on his lips as he whines, "pay attention to me, baby… he had his turn,”
you laugh and nod, “you’re right, hyuckie. i’m sorry,”
situating himself between your thighs that rest on his own, hyuck takes a moment to steal a kiss for himself. it’s paced and sensual, and the pretty noises he makes when your fingers disappear into his hairline leave you winded.
“wanna make you feel really good,” he mumbles against your lips. there’s a warm weight that rests on your stomach as he says this, and it takes a moment for you to put two and two together.
when you look away from his soft, brown eyes, you realize his cock, thick and swollen, is resting on your tummy, sizing up how far it would be inside you.
he’s less lengthy than mark, but undoubtedly thicker, his prominent head staring back at you, dribbling pre-release on your skin. just when you didn’t think you could get any needier, he presses against you more, and his heavy balls brush right up against your clit.
“hyuck, baby,”
“tell me,” he whispers into your chest, “i’ll do anything you want, just say the word,”
you squirm against him, “wan' you to fuck me,”
swinging one of your legs up, hyuck picks up his cock from your tummy and directs it toward your entrance.
“m’gonna fuck mark’s cum deep into you, okay? then i’m gonna fill you up with mine,” then, he presses in, brow furrowing at the feeling of you enveloping him.
mark’s cum is practically serving as lube, but even then, you can fucking feel the difference in girth. he hisses, letting his head fall to the side to rest on your calf that sits on his shoulder. instinctively, your hands paw at his chest. he isn't even all the way in yet, and the stretch is already surreal. you take your lip between your teeth and hyuck cups your face, letting his thumb graze your cheek.
“i’ve got you, princess,” he soothes, flicking your clit with his other thumb, rubbing slow circles on it.
"keep doing that, please," he nods at your instruction, gazing at you through his eyebrows in search of your approval. your face says it all, eyes rolling back and puffy lips shaped into an 'o'. the back of your head digs into the pillow as he enters you fully, then he drags his dick all the way back out until only his tip is sheathed, before doing it all again.
beside him, mark's eyes are glued to your core, specifically to the white ring at the base of hyuck's cock. he identifies it as his own cum, and his balls tighten. it's a mess, but the lewdness is enough for him to get hard all over again.
hyuck maintains his slow pace, making you shudder impatiently. "hyuck," you start. he hums attentively, "faster.."
"you want me to go faster, baby? already?"
you nod yes quickly, "i want you to fuck me stupid."
in less than a second, his fingers are digging into your waist and he's rocking you up and down, drilling his cock into you just as you had asked.
you moan out and he slaps your thigh, swiping his tongue at the bit of drool that threatens to slip from his bottom lip. between his brutal pace and the attention he's paying to your bud (and how sensitive you were from having come once already), your climax starts approaching rather quickly.
hyuck can tell, too, because you've started to squirm and shake under him. your back is arching off the mattress, and the sheets are clenched between your fingers as if you'd float away by letting go.
"am i doing good? does that feel good, baby?"
"yes!" you all but sob, clasping a hand over your mouth.
you're still slightly dizzy from the wine, so when you come hard for the second time tonight, you become so light headed that dark spots burst all over your vision like some visual effect. you gasp and cry out when hyuck slaps your clit before continuing to rub it mercilessly, his fingers soaked through with juices that spill with every thrust.
the bed creaks beneath you as he refuses to let up, even when your moans have gone up in pitch to become broken whimpers.
he'd give you anything you ask for, he told you so.
as you come down, you open your eyes just in time to watch hyuck's face shift, hips bucking wildly after his own finish. it doesn't take much longer, and in seconds, he stills, burying himself deep inside of you as he pumps you full of his load.
at some point while bystanding, mark had started touching himself again, letting out a long sigh as he grips his head tight and paints your folds with his second round of seed. some of it slips onto hyuck's base, and some of it mixes with the bit hyuck's cum that had poured out the sides of you, even despite his thickness.
"what a fucking mess," mark laughs as he catches his breath, "sorry about your sheets-"
"s'fine," you grab his hand, grinning, "it was worth it,"
"remind me to buy us that bottle of wine again," hyuck mutters tiredly, making sure he brings your leg down gently as to not hurt you. he still hasn't pulled out of you, though, allowing himself to grow soft within the warmth of your pussy.
the two boys watch wide-eyed as you reach down, using your index finger dip into both of their releases (surely, yours too), and bring it up to your mouth for a taste.
"i don't think we'll need the wine next time."
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sidenote: this is the nastiest shit i have ever written … thank u to my babies @mingyuonthemoon and @m-arkmywords for giving me some inspo to write this
Pairing - haechan x fem reader (ft. Doyoung, taeil and talks about sungchan)
Genre - Smut
Summary - No matter how many warnings and scoldings haechan got from doyoung, he can’t seem to stay away from you. Doyoung being the protective brother he was told all the members you were off limits since day one but the rules end up going down the drain after a heated argument between you and haechan.
“Oh really? I’m the bitch?” You hiss with a pointed finger back at yourself “yeah you are” haechan scoffs as he starts to walk away from you trying to conceal the smile that was forming on his lips.
“What the hell is going on now” doyoung sighs as him and taeil walk into the living room “asshole” you whisper under your breath in anger.
Haechan was one to know how to get under your skin in the most irritating ways possible. He would tease and start useless arguments with not only you but anyone who he wants to annoy.
It was obvious to everyone that he especially enjoyed pressing your buttons whenever he had the chance. You never understood why until one day you over heard doyoung cussing out haechan. 
“You can be her friend sure but nothing more, she’s my sister hyuck be reasonable” was the sentence that you caught clear as day. You wouldn’t lie and say you’ve never thought about haechan being more than a friend but even you knew doyoung would go crazy.
“Stop arguing already geez” taeil groans as he plops down next to you “me and doyoung are going to go buy some food, wanna come?” Taeil smiles.
“No thanks, I have somewhere to be soon. I’ll come by later if I have a chance tho” you nod and get up from the couch as you make your way to doyoung.
“See you later” you wave to your overly cautious brother who was hoping you wouldn’t change your mind and stay at the apartment alone with haechan.
Although you never told anyone you somewhat had a crush on haechan, doyoung wasn’t stupid and noticed the small difference in the way you interacted with him vs the other members.
“Where are you going?” Doyoung asks with a smile as haechan perks up at the question. His back was facing you as he made himself a snack “a date” you coo, taeil turns back quickly at your words and haechan almost drops the knife he was using.
“A date?! With who?” Taeil coos with his eyebrows wiggling “some guy from school but anyways I have to go get ready see you guys later” you mutter trying to get away from the questions and interrogating that were soon to happen.
-
You made it back home and got ready as soon as you stepped foot into your apartment. After what felt like hours of getting ready you rummage through your bag for your phone to check the time. 
After pouring everything that you had inside your bag onto the counter and rummaging through the mess you realize you never put your phone into your bag. “Fuck” it became clear that you left your phone at the boys dorms.
You get your things and make your back to the dorm. Annoyed and a little angry that you could forget such a thing. You knock a few times and hear no response. You knock louder in frustration as you wondered why doyoung wasn’t answering the door.
“Yeah yeah Im coming” you hear a groggy voice from behind the door whine as you stand anxiously. The door opens and to your surprise your faced with a shirtless messy haired haechan.
His eyes widen as he notices the outfit you had on “I forgot my phone” you smile awkwardly as you try and make your eyes look everywhere but his chest “u- uh yeah come in” he mutters as he moves aside.
You quickly walk to the couch, throwing the pillows around and sliding your hands inside the cracks to make sure your phone didn’t manage to slip between them.
You get on your knees and look under the couch but get faced with nothing but a chip from last nights snacking. “Do you know where my phone is?” You sigh as you sit up on your knees and look over at haechan in desperation “no” he shrugs with a head shake.
Haechan is leaning on the kitchen counter, watching your every move as you lean down just enough for your skirt to lift ever so slightly. His mind going blank as he sees the pair of white panties peering past the fabric of your skirt.
He asks himself questions he knew would land him 6 feet under ground if doyoung found out. The longer he thought to himself the dirtier his thoughts got. They went from “is she loud in bed?” to “I wonder how’d she look with spit running down her chin as I fuck that smart mouth”
His thoughts getting more detailed as he drifts off into his imagination.
He noticed the tight black knee high socks squeezing around your thighs, they made his chest heavy and foggy headed. Your shirt revealing the perfect amount of cleavage to drive him crazy. 
“Haechan!” You yell with a slight smile on your face. You knew he was staring and you didn’t care. You might’ve even arched your back an unnecessary amount when looking for your phone. It was torture for you just as much as it was for him.
His face turns a soft shade of pink as he realizes he’s just been caught “were you peeking under my skirt?!” You gasp trying to sound surprised.
“Wh- what no no I was lost in my thoughts” haechan smiles awkwardly as he turns around and walks into his room quickly.
“Have you really not seen my phone? The last time I remember having it was on the couch when we were arguing” you sigh following close behind him.
“Y/n I don’t have your phone oh my god” he groans as he sits on the edge of his bed. Your eyes scan around his room, the shelves full of vinyls and cds you’ve grown to know far too well from the times haechan wasn’t a complete ass making you smile.
When the both of you weren’t bickering at each other like an old married couple you spent a few hours in his room listening to music and talking about each others day. But those sweet moments have been happening much less due to the amount of arguing that happens between the two of you.
“Who’s the guy?” Haechan asks casually, his hands on his sides as he tries to keep his eyes up to yours. “Like I said a guy from school”
He fails to hide his disapproval as he sighs “why?” You smile as he bites down on his lip harshly. Right as haechan was about to say something, you heard a familiar ding from inside his nightstand.
Both of you perk up at the sound, your eyes shifting towards the small grey nightstand in confusion. “Sorry that’s my phone” haechan chuckles as he gets up in a rush.
You get to it first and open it and to your surprise there lays your phone with text messages from your date and dozens of calls from doyoung. “YOU LYING PIECE OF SHI-” You yell, getting cut off mid sentence by haechan shushing you with an eye roll.
“Fuck you” you scoff as he stares at you with a blank expression. “Oh yeah? I’m the liar right?” He scoffs “what the hell does that mean?”
“You said the guy you were going on a date with was from school. It’s sungchan. Did you suddenly forget he’s a member of Nct too?” Haechan hisses.
“You know how doyoung would act ok. He asked me out and I haven’t had a date in months so what? I’m the bad one for wanting to go on ONE date?”
“You’d risk doyoung finding out and getting angry at you for sungchan?” He shakes his head in a tsk “Well it isn’t like I have a line of people asking me out now do I hyuck? He’s respectful, not once has he done anything to piss me off and he’s also is the first guy to ask me out on a REAL date in a long time. Sorry if that makes me a bad person”
“What if I asked you on a date? Would you go on one with me?” Haechan smiles. You freeze, taken back by his question, your eyes furrow in confusion. “What?”
“If I asked you out on a date right now would you say yes?” He shrugs
“I- I don’t know” you mutter awkwardly as you try and hide the pink tint on your cheeks “would you say yes?” He asks again, this time in a stern tone. His lips curling into a smile as he watches your cheeks burn brighter.
“Maybe” you shrug. Haechans eyes trialing down your thighs yet again.
He couldn’t help but think about how you’d feel wrapped around his shoulders as he buried his face deep into your pussy. He was almost salivating at the thought. His name spilling out of your mouth in that breathy way you do whenever you were trying to catch your breath after a long workout.
“Maybe?” He replied. Your eyes trailing down his abdomen and quickly looking at the imprint on his grey sweats. Your eyes shoot back up to his eyes and to your surprises he was watch you.
He smiled to himself, satisfied that you couldn’t help but admire him too. “Come” he gestures you closer. You stand infront of him, his legs spread as you stand between them “tell me you don’t want me” he hums.
“W- what?”
“Tell me you don’t want me at all. You don’t want to go on a date, you don’t find me attractive, you don’t think of me, and tell me you like sungchan better than me.”
“Why would I say that? I’d be lying” you say to yourself but soon come to realize you just said it out loud by the way haechans eyes grow dark “You’d be lying? You think of me?”
You feel a rush of confidence rush through you as you take in the situation. His hands almost touching your thighs as his legs almost touch yours. His hands on his knees as his thumbs tap the sides of your knees ever so slightly.
“I do, you’d be surprised”
“Oh yeah? How’d I be surprised?” He smiles with a tilt of his head “I think about you so much hyuck” you purr as you move closer. Your legs now touching his as his hands instinctively move towards your hips as he looks up at you.
Haechan debates with himself in his head. Should he pull you onto his lap and finally kiss you or back away and follow doyoungs rules. The angel on his left says no but the devil on his right shoulder is louder.
You can tell he’s debating what to do so you wrap your arms around his shoulders. Haechan shivers at the contact of your hands on his naked body. That’s when he gave in, his hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you roughly onto his lap.
You gasp at the sudden movements letting a low whine out as you feel his hands rubbing up your thighs. His lips fighting the urge to latch onto your neck and hear how sweet you’d sound.
“What if doyoung and taeil get back? We didn’t even lock the door” you grow worried as you look back at the door that was wide open. Haechan lifts you with him, your legs wrap around his waist as he got up and closed the door locking it.
“Better now?” He coos as he sits back onto the bed. You nod as your eyes move down to his lips. His puffy pink lips glossed in his saliva. You instinctively licked your lips, biting them softly as you wondered how he’d taste.
Haechan chuckles to himself, his hand snakes onto the nape of your neck, pulling you down into a soft kiss. The kiss felt different that others you’ve had, the softness of the kiss was intoxicating mixed with the neediness that both of you were trying to hide made everything even more heated.
No words come out of either of you. Frustrated moans and whines spilling out instead as you pulled back from the kiss. Saliva stringing from both of your mouths as you look at each other with slightly opened mouths.
“Don’t you need to get to your date?” Haechan pouts as his fingers play with your knee high socks “I’ll tell him I had an emergency”
Haechan nods at your response with a smiles, his lips moving down your jaw and latching onto your neck. He trials up your neck, pressing kisses onto multiple spots waiting for you to give the reaction he wanted.
A breathy squeal leaves you as he bite down onto your neck, he sucks and kisses the same spot after realizing the affect it had on you. Your body shivers and jerks back as he moans onto you, the vibration making you squirm on his lap.
He groans at the feeling of your clothed pussy rubbing onto his cock “baby” he whines as he pulls back softly. “If you keep doing that…” he shakes his head in a groan.
“What will happen if I keep doing it?” You tease as you rub yourself onto his lap, the pace slow and soft as you hold onto his shoulders. “Keep doing it and find out”
You smile and take it as a challenge. You sit up lightly and take your panties off, making sure he couldn’t see anything yet. He moans quietly as you drop them down to his feet.
Your pace picks up again, this time a feeling much more intense rushes through you as you feel the warm cloth of his sweats hugging his cock as you press yourself onto him. You curse under your breath as you feel how thick he was, his hands on your hips as he looks down at you as you hug onto his chest.
His body heats up at the sight playing out in front of him. The soft whines you let out mixed with the sensation of your fingers digging into his skin making him whimper.
“Need to feel you” you whine as you tug at his waist band.
Haechan stops your pace, his hands wrapping around your waist to lift you off a bit, allowing him to kick his sweats off as he lays back onto his headboard. He turns to his left and rummages through his nightstand as you sit on his upper legs, he pulls out a condom in anticipation.
He holds it up with two fingers and a raised eyebrow “no no I don’t want it I’m on the pill. I want to feel all of you, need you to cum in me” you whine with a hint of desperation.
He smiles at your words “you sure doll? No condom?”
“We can use it if you want” you nod as you take his question as a hint that he wanted to use one “no no no trust me I don’t need it but I just want to make sure you’re 100% certain”
“I am haechan 100%”
He smiles at how beautiful you look in this moment. Your eyes droopy from need and cheeks tinted pink as you looked down at him pleading to fuck you raw. “Good” he hums as he presses a kiss onto your lips, the kiss lasting a few seconds before he pulls back and latches back down to your neck.
You whine in need as you press your warm cunt onto his cock. Haechan almost chokes on his spit as he feels how wet you were, his length buried between your folds as you rub yourself onto him slowly.
You try and adjust yourself onto him properly but he keeps you in place “don’t rush” he purrs as he sucks onto your neck harshly.
Haechan loved to tease, it was kind of his speciality. He loved the way you looked whenever he would adjust himself and give you false hope “please haechan”
You pleaded a few times but that only seemed to make him keep up the teasing. “Need to be patient” he shakes his head. Haechan tries his best to ignore the needy pleads as you beg and moan his name.
You pull his head back lightly taking him by surprise, kissing him roughly as you scatter kisses all over his face. Your lips pressing a kiss onto each of his moles as his eyes close shut in hopes to control himself.
You pull back slowly, taking in the soft glow of his skin “All bruised up baby” he coos as he points at the purple marks he left scattered across your neck. “Gonna make sure everyone knows who gave these to you” he purrs as he adjusts himself, coating his tip before pushing into you softly.
Haechan let’s out a shaky moan as he feels your warm walls squeeze him tightly. His eyes close shut in pleasure as he slams you onto his lap.
Your mind going blank as you take in the feeling of his cock stretching you out, filling you full as he bites down onto your shoulder “Feel so good” haechan breathily moans as his fingers pierce your hips.
His hard slams making your eyes roll back as he fucks you fill of his cock. Your stomach turns into knots as your stomachs starts to clench from the perfect angle he was fucking you in.
One of his hands on your hip and the other besides your arm, pounding you harshly onto his lap. All you could do was bounce along with his thrusts, shaky moans slipping from you as he sloppily kisses your neck to muffle his moans.
Your eyes completely foggy from tears as you feel yourself getting closer to your climax. His manhandling of you making you even wetter as one of his hands wraps around your throat.
“Making such a mess doll” he shakes his head in a smile as he looks down at his lap “h- Haech- Haechan”
“Yeah?” He hums as he slams you harder onto his lap. The sound of wet skin slapping and breathy moans filling the room. Each of his hard thrusts making your voice hitch as he hugs you onto his chest for a better grip.
“I- I’m c-“ you try and spit out but your words coming out a scrambled mess “ you’re gonna cum doll? Already?” He mocks in a pout. You nod your head groggily as he smiles at your reply.
“Let it out, I got you baby” he purrs into my ear as his eyes drift down to your knee highs. He was so lost in pleasure he completely forgot you had them on, he’s always had a thing for thick thighs so when you showed up to the empty dorm in them while he was alone he knew he would either fuck himself in his hand later or finally get to do what he’s been wanting to do which was you.
A shaky cry spilling from your mouth as you clench around him. His hand slapping onto your mouth to quiet your loud cries. Your pussy growing louder as your wetness drips downs your leg and onto his lap. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you ride out your orgasm.
Tears start to stream down your cheeks as he fucks you through your orgasm “so perfec-“ haechan hisses as he feels your warm cunt pulse around him. His eyes roll back in ecstasy as he cums inside you for the first time.
His mind goes dizzy and his thoughts go blank as your sticky walls take him perfectly. Both of you breathing heavily as he drops down onto the bed with you in his arms.
The only sound inside the room are heavy breaths and quiet moans as you both come down from your orgasms.
“I think I might’ve left too many hickeys” haechan chuckles with concern as he takes in the amount of purple bruises on your neck and chest. “I can use makeup” you shrug as his hands run through your hair.
His warmth making you feel safer than you’ve ever been, your heartbeats syncing, and your breaths slowing as both of you take in each others warmth.
“and i know it’s all wrong and i should stop…but i can’t.”
in which haechan meets you in a gamstop, letting his impatience get the back of him after dropping you off at home. who knew how awkward it would be when you find him?
lee donghyuck. smut
today was slow, like every other day. the occasional nerd coming in to ask you a few questions about some obscure game. watching people shop in the mall, chin resting in your hands, the silence started to consume your mind. reaching for your phone, the bell on the door chimed — your hand returned to the counter. “welcome to gamestop!” your own customer service voice finally getting on your nerves. “hi..i’d like to make an exchange.”
looking at him, it was a slight surprise. most of the men that stepped foot in here were..well.. — gross. but he looked clean. thick rimmed glasses taking up his face, covering the tanned skin around his eyes. jet black hair that was a little messy, lips parted just enough to see his two top teeth peeking out. tilting your head up to make eye contact, you smiled.
“of course, what do you have with you today?” leaning on the counter, the male laid down the three game cases that he held. “just these.” he barely spoke above a whisper, which you barely caught. grabbing the games, you did the usual inspection. “and these work just fine?” you questioned him, placing the game cds back into their respective cases. he mumbled under his breath, eyes darting across the store. looking back at him, your eyebrows knitting and a sincere expression plastered on your face. “can you repeat that? i didn’t quite understand!” he turned back to you, nodding. “yeah, they work just fine. i only ever played them twice.”
after a few questions and a little bargaining, he stuffed the money into his hoodie pocket. “if you don’t mind, i’m gonna look around a little.” he walked deeper into the shop as you placed the cases onto the counter behind you. watching as he browsed, you couldn’t help but notice how tense he was. even being tense the whole interaction. it was kinda cute, a nice change of pace from the usual cocky nerds that walked in and out those doors.
while he minded his own, your eyes gazed at the clock, realizing your coworker was running late. it was almost time for you to clock out and he usually appeared 5 minutes early. mark barged into the store, looking a little tired. “sorry, traffic.” he huffed out before coming around the counter. “it’s all good lee, not like i was dying to get outta here.” you patted his back making room for the man to slip past to the back. “and i think imma stay a little longer, there’s a costumer i wanna ring up.” your eyes lingering on hyuck as he grabbed something from off the shelves. mark followed your eyes, landing on the male. “oo, don’t go asking for his number though.” shooting the blonde a nasty side eye, hyuck shuffled back to the counter. “i’d like these please.”
for the next few days, the same tan man came in. asking for your opinions on games, what you recommended, etc etc. with his frequent appearance, it dawned on you that his name was never once mentioned. realizing this as you leaned up on the checkout counter while waiting for him today. you didn’t know his name but you spoke to him like he was your long lost friend. just on queue, he walked through the double doors. welcoming him like every other day, he greeted you back. “hi yn” of course he knew your name, it was pinned on your shirt. but you wished his own was also pinned onto his. shuffling behind the counter, you slid out to actually start working. restocking and dusting off shelves.
during the usual game talk, you finally asked. “so, what’s your name?” you questioned while cleaning off a particularly dusty shelf, he usually just followed you around the store to talk and watch you. “oh its haechan. or hyuck.. or donghyuck. whatever you choose.” wiping off the boxed items, you nodded. “hyuck, i like how that sounds.” feeling his cheeks get a little warm, he started fiddling with his fingers to try and distract from it — your sentence repeated itself in his mind. “thank you.” he whispered, continuing to follow you as you ventured into the store. the way he trailed behind you, someone would have mistaken him as a trainee.
his visits soon ventured out of the store — but never too far. hyuck would wait for you to get off, and he’d take you to lunch at the nearest restaurant. paying out of pocket each time. the lunches would consist of him listening to you talk and then drop you off at your apartment — you offering for him to come inside since it was late and him politely(and quietly) declining before running off to his vehicle.
tonight he sat parked in the far end of your parking lot, his hands making quick work at his belt. pulling out his painfully erect dick. he couldn’t help but get hard after every meeting or hangout session with you. spitting into his palm, hyuck was quick to start stroking himself.
couldn’t even wait until he got home.
whines filling the car as his head hit the back of the driver seat, while his hand made rounds on his dick. inevitably leading to his failure in realizing you getting closer to his car. running through the lot to see if he had left in hopes on retrieving your phone — the phone seated on his passenger seat. he had learned to finish quick, but tonight, he wasn’t quite quick enough. your palm rubbing the fog off the driver side window to see if he was in the vehicle. as your nail tapped the glass, the sight in front of you caused your finger to pause midtap — leading to his hand stopping mid stroke. hyuck didn’t look up, but he knew who was there.
awk-waaaaard.
note -uhhhh, so the day i’m posting this(february 14th) is my birthday!! i planned on posting this yesterday but i decided why not wait? now look at me, posting this late at night because i wanted to be turnt for my 20th birthday. but i hope yall enjoyed and had a great valentines. hugs and kisses!!
{REQUEST}: “can you write something for Donghyuck as well? Here’s a prompt: “I’m going to mark all the parts I love to show you how beautiful you are.”
PAIRING: Idol!Lee Haechan x Idol!fem!reader
WORD COUNT: 6.6k + a lil more because there are pictures with words in them. (THERE ARE IMAGE DESCRIPTIONS TOO!)
GENRE: idol au, smut, angst
SUMMARY: You, an idol in an SM girl group, were going through a tough time and your secret boyfriend, Haechan, was there to help.
WARNINGS: mentions of suicide, mentions of death, depression, feelings of unworthiness, self-hate, self-conscious reader, cunnilingus, haechan basically worshipping you and showering you with compliments, mentions of blockberry creative, weight loss and weight loss medication, pills, fake news articles with hurtful comments, fake tweets for comic relief
A/N: please do not read this if you have trouble with suicidal ideation. i don’t want this to be triggering for anyone. if you feel similar to the reader in anyway, reach out to a medical professional. it’s okay to talk to someone. also, check on your friends and look out for them. it helps more than you think.
I do not own the Twitter accounts used in this. I made them up, so if the users actually exist, sorry!
~.~
It was just around noon in Korea and the 127 dorm was bustling, members strolling around the apartment finding their items to pack for the second North American leg of the Neo City: The Link tour and readying for practices later.
Unlike everyone else, Donghyuck was being lazy, procrastinating on pulling out his suitcase. Instead, he was lounging on the couch next to Johnny, who was going over his checklist and adding things to it.
The maknae was mindlessly sifting through his news feed to see whether people were reacting to the Ay-Yo album teasers. Most of the reactions were nice but some talked of the lack of concept and were angry at the realization that the photos were taken back with they visited California, way before they heard the repack title track.
He was proud of the fans for standing up for what they felt was right and once he’d gotten the gist of the way the fans were feeling toward the pictures, he opted for closing his phone. That is until something caught his eye.
“Shit!” Donghyuck cursed after seeing you as a main headline. “They’re doing it again.”
[HOT] Mercurial’s You Advertising Obesity to Other Idols?
Netizens have noticed that the other members of Mercurial are a bit slimmer than their leader, You, and lately are attributing it to the way you eat as showcased in a recent Instagram live.
In the hour-long mukbang, You spoke about how she was inspired people in the world that didn’t listen to haters and could eat unrestricted. You also noted that everyone is beautiful no matter what they looked like and what size they were.
Before the live ended, You recommended her fans listen to Strip by Little Mix for a confidence boost and to fight the day.
Here’s how netizens responded:
(+657, -30) She’s not as thin as other idols, when did SM stop enforcing their diet plans?
(+389, -70) Her thighs make her look like a whale, gonna call her blubber
(+842, -43) She can’t even get down on her knees for the “ever-changing~” line as fast as the other girls. I bet the executives she throated to get the job are disappointed
(+589, -354) Her arm needs to be toned. Send her to BBC! They’re going bankrupt, so they’ll lower her food intake to cut back on costs.
(+237, -86) She needs to put a collage of her debut photo and “Stop Eating, Fatty!” on her phone lock screen as a reminder.
(+563, -47) If she doesn’t lose weight, other idols will think it’s ok to look like this too. GET HER IN THE GYM THEN LOCK THE FOOD CABINETS AND PANTRIES!! We CAN NOT have fat idols!
“What? Oh…” Johnny pondered as he peered over at the man’s phone. He let out a hiss as he read the screen. “Ooh, hopefully, she hasn’t seen it?”
The optimistic tone was sweet of him but knowing you, you had. You always did. You tended to search yourself up after music shows to see what you could improve on and sometimes it got to a point where managers had to take your phone from you. You took your role as leader seriously, sometimes dangerously so.
“I gotta go see her,” Donghyuck decided, already dialing his manager’s number to drive him. He was able to convince the keeper to take him to your home, climbing into a smaller sedan to throw off the weirdos outside their dorm.
His manager got in soon after and pulled out of the gated and monitored garage. While waiting in the backseat, he sent you a few texts to see if you were home and to alert you he was coming over, but you didn’t respond. That only heightened his fears.
“Hyung, can you hurry up?” He whined before biting his lip. His knee bounced anxiously from where he sat in the back. He was worried for you. Traffic to your home was absolute ass any day but he didn’t mind the trip most days, but not when things like this happened.
When he reached your dorm, you were home alone, in just your bra and underwear staring into a full-length mirror. You were inspecting every inch of yourself to pick something to start working on fixing.
“Baby? Where are you?” He called into the apartment, toeing off his shoes and harshly padding his feet through the home. Donghyuck was extremely nervous and already braving for whatever state he’d find you in. He’d already lost his role model due to the pressure of fame once and after knowing what those pressure could lead to, he wanted to help you, he needed to.
You took deep breaths, numbly staring at yourself in the mirror before nodding to your reflection Your body turned around to the sink at your back and reached out to grab a pill bottle from the counter. Before you could place your right hand on top of the cap to open it, a hand snatched your wrist upwards, extending away from you.
Donghyuck looked at you with wide eyes, the worst thoughts running through his head. “Baby?” His voice was so soft as if he was afraid to hurt you further.
You looked at him with tears in your eyes and sniffled, “Please, let go.” You tried to pull your arm away from him, but his grip stayed firm.
He ignored your plea and brought his left hand over to take the bottle from your grasp. The pills were raised to his eye level, the medicine label reading PHENTERMINE across the white tab. “What is this?”
You lunged for it the second it left your hold and your boyfriend skillfully dodged your every attempt. He still held your right wrist so your left hand clawed at his, scratching at his tan forearm as he lifted the bottle high above his head. You huffed in your crazed state, cursing your shorter height and the obnoxious actions of your lover.
“Hyuck, please, give it back!” You demanded while trying to pull his arm down low enough that your captive hand could reach it and then pass it back to your free hand once you removed it from him. Donghyuck’s strength easily countered your plan and kept both of your hands outstretched from each other.
“What does it do?” He almost growled, angry with himself for letting it get this far. If he’d been a second later, lord knows what could’ve happened. “Tell me!”
His voice boomed, the acoustics of the bathroom making him sound petrifying to your already rattled figure. Tears welled in your eyes as you stopped reaching for the pills to clutch his shirt.
“I wasn't-I wasn't trying to–” You stuttered out, shaking your head quickly once you realized his distressed expression. Your voice dropped to a whisper. “I wasn’t going to leave you, Hyuck.”
Part of him felt relieved that you weren’t thinking of taking your life, but it didn’t remove all the unease he had for your behavior and health.
In that moment, he couldn’t care less about himself. He needed you to understand it went much deeper than him. “Fuck me! Fuck the fans, the critics, and your bandmates. You can leave us but not your family. They have to be worried sick about you. Have you called your mother recently?”
You swallowed thickly having not been prepared for his question. You were too afraid to voice how things were going with your parents. They did everything they could to support you and your decision to become an idol. They showed up to your concerts and cheered the loudest at your music shows whenever they got time off and could come to visit. You knew you break down the second your mom picked up your call, so you refused to dial her number out of fear that they’d be disappointed and take you home.
“Of course, I have! Now please give them back!” You pleaded with your hold on his shirt tightening as you yanked at it. “I just need them to help me suppress my appetite so I can lose weight, okay? Now, please give them back and everything will be fine.”
You thought once he heard your reasoning, he’d be more understanding and hand them back but that just fueled his need to keep them from you more.
“Bullshit!” He yelled, furious at the doctor who gave this medicine to you. He couldn’t believe a medical professional could look at you in the physically healthy state you were and still prescribe this nonsense to you, feeding into such fatphobic ideology. “You don’t need to lose weight. You’re perfect the way you are.”
It sounded generic, like rehearsed self-love propaganda, but he meant it with his whole heart. He loved you for who you were, not what you looked like or your size, though those characteristics were positives to him, not negatives.
A snot-nosed scoff came from your lips. “You’re my boyfriend. The rose-colored glasses have been super glued to your face. Everyone else can see the truth and so can I. I need them.” You tried to get him to understand that this was your final chance at happiness and gaining the respect you so craved and he couldn’t see that.
“No, you don’t!” He responded resolutely. He released your wrist in favor of holding the bottle in a curl of his index finger and thumb while the rest of his left hand cradled your right elbow and his entire right hand did the same with your left one, holding you close and softening his tone.
“As soon as you take them, and you lose weight they’ll claim you’re too skinny and that they liked you before and by then you’ll be too weak to keep up with the work you’re doing and have a dependency on it to keep you skinny.”
You knew deep down that was right, but you still wanted to be hopeful. You were sure the situation could be blamed on your need to be liked by everyone and the fact that you were a people pleaser though in actuality none of this was your fault. It was the sick-minded haters behind screens that should be dealing with the consequences of their actions.
“I don’t want to see you faint or worse from this.” It would kill him inside to see you waste away when he had an opportunity to stop it and to help you. His eyes implored you to see how deeply he cared about you and this topic. “I love you and I want you to see you how I see you.”
He brought you closer to the wall-to-wall mirror above the sink. He left your side for three seconds to place the meds on the far end of the counter and you eyed them plottingly as he slid back into his spot behind you.
“Look at yourself,” he instructed, standing like a shadow. You refocused your vision at his command, briefly forgetting your mission. “You are the most beautiful person in the world.”
He spoke so highly of you but all you could see was a weak woman and so many things to change. So many doctor’s appointments you wanted to make to fix yourself into a different, prettier, and more acceptable person flooded your mind. It was disturbingly ironic how you preached that everybody was beautiful but despised your own. He could tell where your thoughts were going with the frown that grew on your features and quickly intervened.
“I want you to see it,” he stated, taking hold of your neck just under your chin to get you to face the honest mirror once more. He needed you to understand how loved you were, and how happy he was to be with you and have you around.
The way he stressed it made you desperate to believe him but the intrusive thought swirling in your head crept in.
You didn’t deserve him; you didn’t deserve to be loved by him, by anyone.
How could you have managed to entrap one of the hottest men in K-Pop? He was more accomplished than all of his peers his age and was still rising as a global star while you could barely do a quarter of that without fucking it up. You were nowhere near his level and your group was better off without you.
You had always felt that you weren’t as pretty as the other girls nor as talented as them, but you tried your best to keep up with the paces. You worked yourself raw and exhausted every part of yourself just to come up short at the finish line. You were tired of all of this and just wanted to be appreciated and cherished.
Donghyuck’s fingers trailed up your left arm, warming your skin as you held back tears. His hand still held your jaw as he craned his head down to show attention to the column of your neck. A sigh escaped your lips and you hated that you gave into his touch given how unworthy of it you felt you were.
Soft open-mouthed kisses and nibbles were placed throughout the expanse of it, going as far as to leave lovebites on your shoulder.
“Truly alluring. The most beautiful girl in the industry, the planet. You deserve the world, baby,” he murmured into the shell of your ear. To hear him look at you like you hung the stars made get you choked up with tears. He really loved you despite what you considered to be flaws. All you could do was watch and lose yourself in the tender way he cared for you.
Your boyfriend’s left hand brushed your hair from it to tuck it behind your ear and frame your features. “Your face. You have the most adorable cheeks I’ve ever seen. Even better than Mark and Taeil-hyung.”
That was saying a lot. You had long heard of how nice both of their high cheekbones were and had seen them in passing at the SM headquarters before you had met Hyuck and since you started your relationship with him, there were plenty of hangouts and dinners you attended that proved the rumors right.
“I love your mouth because you’re such a fireball. You’re so strong-willed and opinionated. You’re not afraid to fight back. I love it because it has the softest pair of lips I’ve ever kissed and the only ones I want to for the rest of my life. It has this infectious quality about them that makes me want to smile every time you do or press mine against yours for eternity if I could.”
Heat burned inside your body to hear him talk so animatedly and vividly about you like this. “Hyuck…” You trailed off, too flustered to begin to know how to respond.
That egged him on, assigning him a new challenge to render you speechless with no other choice but to accept his affection and words as fact.
“Your neck.” His right thumb trailed your nape, making you shiver in his embrace. “It holds your vocal cords that let out that cute little laugh you do when you look at animal videos on your phone, not to mention that lovely singing voice you have. Trembles every time I listen to Reminisce.”
That was your first OST and solo song. That was when you were finally recognized for the hard work you put into the group and allowed a moment to shine on your own. You participated in the lyric writing and were very proud of that song like it was your child.
“S-stop lying,” you stuttered out, believing him to be just trying to make you feel better with honeyed sentences.
Turning you to face him, he looked you in the eye. You couldn’t help but be drawn to his big brown eyes though you wanted to look away, unworthy to meet his gaze. His firm presence around you and in your life made him hard to escape from, physically and mentally.
“What would I gain from hurting you like that?” He posed to provoke you to think critically about his intentions with you. He needed you to understand there was never going to be another shoe to drop or a “psyche!” yelled in front of a group of people to humiliate you. He loved you and that’s all that mattered.
Taking your inability to come up with a well-thought-out delusion derived from insecurities and disguised as real reason, Donghyuck bent at the knees slightly with his palms coming to meet the back of your legs.
Your hands immediately found purchase on his shoulders, terrified of falling. “Ah! What are you doing?!” He hoisted you up with ease but you felt self-conscious about your weight and hoped that he didn’t strain himself when picking you up. You were light as a feather to him in reality as he benched way more than you weighed to stay on top of things in both Dream and 127.
Hyuck gave you a soft smile as he placed you on the counter in front of both of you. You shivered against the cold marble that prickle your bare skin. His lips found yours as he slotted himself between your knees. His hands rested palm down on the countertop on either side of you, caging you in place.
You tried to keep up with the way his tongue laved over yours, intent on showing you how much he yearned for you. You couldn’t help but let out a whimper-like moan, cursing yourself for melting under his caress without being the person he should’ve been giving it to.
When he pulled away with spit-covered lips, he gave you an answer—one you weren’t referring to. “Telling you about yourself. I need to you to finally grasp in that precious head of yours that you are a fucking catch.” He looked you up and down before returning his gaze to stare at you with so much truth in his irises, you truly wished you believed him. "And I'm going to mark all the parts I love to show you how beautiful you are."
His smooth words sent a tingle down your spine that you tried to ignore. You still didn’t understand how he was attracted to you but you were well aware of how attracted to him.
His eyes were hooded as his eyes trailed down to your breasts. The bra you wore cupped them well and looked enticing on you. “Your chest.” He paused to lean forward and peck your left boob, two inches above the hem of the cup. “It means the most to me.”
It came out weird and the way it sounded made you laugh through a sniffle, nudging his shoulder playfully. “Pervert.”
“Because it holds your beating heart,” he dragged out with an obvious, slightly whiny tone, upset that you ruined his moment. He got more serious with his next words. “And I would like it to stay that way.”
The constant reminder of how dangerous it was to consider ending your life or dying before it was your time to and how much it would affect the people around you was being drilled into your head and you took each note of it to heart.
You hated seeing the worried look on his face and on those around you. You needed to be stronger and fight how you were feeling inside for them, for yourself. You needed to understand that you were not beneath being loved and cared about. That you weren’t those horrible things said about you and that you were a star that warranted a right to shine.
Donghyuck dropped to his knees like a devout follower worshipping you as the goddess you were. He positioned his body between your legs, eye level with your belly button. He adored that you had an “innie” and believed you’d look jaw-dropping with a piercing there. You weren’t brave enough to show your stomach to the public and he respected that.
The singer’s arms rested over your legs with his forearms on either side of the limbs. He caged you in place with your body leaned back against the wall-to-wall mirror above the sink counter you sat on. His lips pressed to your abdomen, feeling you attempt to suck in the organs there to appear skinnier.
“Your stomach,” he continued to preach, his warm breath tickling your stomach and making it hard to hold it in. “Because I love that you eat the things you love wholeheartedly. You wiggle in your seat happily like a child when you eat deliciously; it reminds me of the bliss of that time. I also hope that in the future, I hope you can grant me the privilege of being a father to the children you may grow here.”
Your heart skipped a bit at the wish. Neither of you had openly spoken about what later on in life would hold for you and to hear that he’d still want you for years to come, was like the sound of the angels of heaven singing to you. He wanted to have a family with you one day. He cared about you so deeply that what the outside world thought of you didn’t affect his view of you.
He was still choosing you.
“Your hips.” The way he mouthed at you, gnawing your abdomen, was showing his hunger for you. “They fit right in my hands like you were meant just for me.” His thumbs grazed your waist so delicately as he teased the elastic band of your matching underwear. You felt your stomach tighten with unexpected arousal involuntarily yet similar to how you held it in before.
Donghyuck pulled a back slightly to get a better grip on you, warm hands gripping the top of your legs.
These thighs,” he drawled out, squeezing and molding the flesh there. “Are the perfect size. Gaps have never been mandatory. I love that yours touch each other, but I especially appreciate it,” he trailed off with his voice going deeper. “When they touch both sides of my face.”
You gasped at the lewd words he uttered, feeling out of depth with his sensual emotion. The man below you craved you—mind, body, and soul. He loved every part of you and wanted to take care of you and make you feel his love. He needed you to grasp how much of a vixen you were and that you were not only loved in a familial sense but romantically desired and sexually coveted.
“I find it incredibly hot when you press them against my head, squeezing me in. It’s like a wall surrounds me and silences everything around me but you and your pretty little moans between your blood flow. You’ll let me hear them, won’t you?”
You were entranced by his husky voice and before you knew it, you were nodding to him. An almost Cheshire cat-level grin appeared on his face.
Hyuck’s fingers hooked into the sides of your panties and you lifted yourself up on your palms briefly enough to let him slide them down your thighs, past your knees, and off your leg to reside on the bathroom floor.
Donghyuck rearranged his arms to scoop under your thighs. He held them on his upper arm and elbow and allowed your legs to dangle over his shoulder and down his back.
“So fucking lovely. A literal queen,” he breathed out so obviously affected by how gorgeous you were towering above him. “Let my face be your throne, your majesty.”
With his sweet sayings, his lips attached to your cunt. He rushed in with his tongue finding your clit between your needy lips. He was eager to bring you a rush of rapture, even if it was fleeting. You deserved to feel good and be pleased so sweetly every day, but especially right then.
When the tip of his tongue ran over it once, you clenched around nothing as your thighs tightened just like he wanted. He darted it expertly to the same spot with no mercy. A gasp came out of your throat as your head left the counter to clutch at his hair.
It felt amazing to be ravished like this by his skilled mouth. He lapped at you like you were the only meal he’d ever need and your mewls only signaled him to do more and more until you felt the full extent of his love.
Your juices were all on his face, smearing across his nose and cheeks he allowed his orifice to explore your core’s hole. The tip of his nose took control of the main mission to bring out pleasure from your sensitive bud as his tongue swirled around inside you.
You panted heavily, pent up and at his will. Your head lolled to the side as you bucked your hips up to meet the way his tongue fucked in and out of you. Your hand greedily pushed his face closer to your heat unable to control how much you wanted to feel loved like this.
Hyuck’s lips circled around your clit once you relaxed your rocking and caused you to groan loudly before embarrassedly covering your mouth with the back of your left hand.
Haechan’s noticed you holding back and tugged your legs apart to pull up for air and a soft reprimand. “Don’t hide how good you feel. You have earned every right to enjoy this, to want this.” He looked at your own breathless figure strewn all over the counter. “You’re so fucking perfect. I wish you could really visualize yourself the way I do.”
He lowered his head once more after you reluctantly dropped your hand and balled it into a fist by your side. You tried to stop yourself from bringing it back up as he pulled more sounds from you, turning your head to the right from looking at him to distract from how well he proficient he was with his tongue.
Out of the corner of your left eye, you found yourself boring back into you. The full-length mirror diagonally behind Hyuck gave you a view of how you looked as he maneuvered his tongue through your folds and brought you close to your high.
You gasped at the sight, feeling scandalized at how carnal it was. You were frozen as you stared at your reflection hypnotized by the way your mouth dropped slightly with each moan and how your body twitched when hit more tingling nerves on your clit.
You found your hand that was holding his hair to release his stands in favor of brushing back your own. Captivated by yourself, you viewed yourself creep that same hand down to your breast, giving it an experimental squeeze. You hadn’t touched yourself in such a long time, far too unkind to yourself to even fathom it, and it was…nice.
Finally able to move his head more freely, Hyuck looked up at you from below to admire how enthralling you were from that angle and noticed that your eyes had veered off to the left side of his shoulder. Curious at what had drawn your attention from him, Donghyuck pulled away to replace his mouth with his thumb as he turned his head.
He was pleasantly surprised to see you lost in the mirror behind realizing you could see yourself getting eaten out so messily beside the bathroom sink. You made eye contact with him through the mirror and felt yourself get hot inside with a shy smile burning its way onto your cheeks at getting caught.
Your irises immediately noticed the lower half of his face glistening with your wetness even from the distance. You were dripping so ridiculously at his mouth’s attention and to see it so clearly on him made a possessive side far deep within you preen at the way you had claimed him that just maybe overshadowed your feelings of unworthiness.
Donghyuck returned his face to gaze upon you head-on without the reflective distortion. “That’s right, baby, look how fucking sexy you are,” he encouraged as his finger rubbed at your nub hastily, making you squirm with the heat building in your stomach. “I want you to see how much an absolute vision you are when you’re in ecstasy.”
It was like he spurred you on and before you knew it your thighs were trying to lock his hand in place. “Hyuck…” you whined as his right hand held you open and his left thumb teased you even more.
You could barely keep eye contact with yourself for more than three seconds without being embarrassed but the fact you kept flickering back was apparently good enough for him.
Looking at yourself in this way, in such an intimate state was like an out-of-body experience. It was like watching someone be pleased and indulged, erotic like something out of a pay-per-view channel but also intriguing to acknowledge that this was how you looked hot and bothered. Your brain couldn’t fully wrap around the fact that it was you that you were seeing with your legs split, slick gushing as someone you loved fucked you open on their tongue.
Your back arched off the freezing mirror, your scorching body nearing its peak as Hyuck continued his mantra of sweet nothings to influence your orgasm. After a few more your eyes unconsciously moved towards the mirror a final time and you broke out in a mangled cry.
With your mouth wide and your thighs taut around his digit, you watched yourself fall apart, shuddered breaths leaving you as saw yourself ride his finger on your bud.
Seeing yourself so raw like this was something you had never imagined before and nothing like you would’ve thought.
You looked…ethereal. For the first time in a year, you felt pretty.
~.~
There was a fansign once 127 came back to Korea and Dream finished promoting their Japanese single and debut with concerts in the foreign country. Lots of supporters showed up taking pictures and interacting with the boys as the day went on.
At one point while they were transitioning the fans from the signing portion back to their seats in the audience, one called out to Hyuck at his seat behind the COVID protection glass while he was taking a break and hydrating.
“Haechan-ie! What’s your type of girl?” A girl asked him, dozens of others with their camera up, already filming other members and recording the audio in the background.
The singer thought to himself for a second, debating the consequences of his potential answers. Several of the members eyed him from their periphery. They were hoping he’d choose his words carefully lest they end up in the news by the next morning.
Biting the bullet, he shrugged as he put the water bottle back on the table and picked up his mic. “Someone that’s unapologetically themselves. Someone like You-noona.”
Gasps filled the convention center they had rented as a venue for the event. No one had expected his answer. Mark and Taeyong’s eyes widened before they quickly recovered and continued speaking to the NCTzens in front of them.
“You like You-noona?!” The same girl questioned for clarification. She surprisingly didn’t sound upset but had been expecting something like characteristics she and others could change about themselves to appease him and his tastes, like a certain hair color or behavior.
He cleverly nodded and crossed his arms over his chest proudly like he wasn’t setting up you, him, and his group—hell, maybe even yours too.“Hwagsilhi nae seutail! She’s so cool, I look up to her a lot.”
That caused a bunch of commotion and 127’s managers to grab an off-stage mic to emcee and redirect the conversation, moving the event into the next activity. The smirk on your boyfriend’s face didn’t leave the entire time.
~.~
The phones were buzzing nonstop and after leaving it to your managers to deal with, your electronics were taken and you were on a ban from seeing Hyuck till everything died down. It was not like you minded much given the warning call you received from him right after his fansign ended.
It was as much preparation as you need to hand everything over to your manager, who also demanded to stay with you in your home in case of emergency due to crazed stalkers possibly lashing out at the news.
Donghyuck chose not to give his technology up, not wanting to live the irony of being in a group with the word literally in the name but not having access to it. That lead him to mindlessly scroll through different articles and social media to see the general reaction to his hinting of your relationship.
#NCT’s Haechan and #Mercurial’s You caught up in dating rumors?
NCTzens (fans of NCT) and Quicksilvers (fans of Mercurial) have been speculating that the members of the two SM Entertainment groups have been seeing each other exclusively following a recent NCT 127 fansign where member Haechan confessed that the Mercurial member was “totally his style.”
Fans of the global boy group have been finding clues to hint that the two are together such as this oversized hoodie they both seem to own. They’ve also said to have liked and recommended the same restaurants and songs within days of each other multiple times.
Haechan has posted screenshots of him listening to You’s OST three times this year and seven overall since its release last year.
Fans also caught him in a jeweler buying a gift that they believe is the Tiffany and Co. necklace You never seem to take off.
He also seems to own the same shirt You were seen buying as a birthday present for a “friend” in Mercurial’s Parisian vlog.
Netizens respond to these coincidences:
(+507, -452) SM doesn’t have rules against idols dating and Kai and Krystal dated so it’s possible
(+194, -373) This has got to be a publicity stunt, there’s no way
(+428, - 817) She must have sucked him off to pay him off for this, elder superiority complex
(+987, -209) GET A JOB, KISS A GIRL, DO SOMETHING!! Leave that girl alone!
(+851, -362) At least he’s happy. He deserves it after how that label has him running around. If she brings him joy then…
Your boyfriend even had Mark translate the English tweets he didn’t understand.
“I know this means my eyes are telling on me, but what is ‘down bad’?” His confused face made Mark giggle at how cute he was speaking in English and then answer his inquiry.
“It means you are so in love with her that anyone can tell that you’d do anything for her,” he informed with a smile, watching as his friend made a face of understanding and nodded along to the Korean explanation.
“Oh, well then I’m very down bad,” Huck agreed, repeating the English words and making Mark shake his head at him.
~.~
Hyuck sat on your couch while scrolling through his phone. He was animatedly searching between Kwangya Club and both Mercurial and SMTown’s Twitter accounts. “Did they post it yet?"
“Not yet. It’s not midnight yet, right?” You questioned from the kitchen. You were cooking popcorn for your movie night and cuddling date together as a means to distract yourself from the very thing he was looking for. Overall, you’d been patiently waiting for the news to drop and taking things in stride in the meantime. Hyuck, on the other hand, was not.
Your boyfriend haphazardly tossed his phone on the coffee table in front of the furniture he was sitting on and brushed back his hair roughly. “I’m so nervous.”
Your eyes watched him from the rectangular lookout of the kitchen above the microwave you were using. “What for? There’s nothing to stress over,” You shrugged as you dumped the bag of popcorn into a shared bowl and mixed it with peanut M&M’s.
You were surprisingly the calmer one of the two of you considering that the situation at hand was tied to you rather than him. You figured it had to do with how exhausted you were after this year and how the news reveal would finally change all of that.
Hyuck heard a ding from his phone and leaned in to look down at the notification before his eyes went wide and he scrambled to grab it off the table. “Ah! It’s out!” He squealed, nearly dropping his cellular device in his haste to open it.
You rolled your eyes at his antics, walking over with the snack. You placed it down where his phone previously resided and sat down on the sofa next to him, eyeing him with a dead look. “You’re overreacting.”
Your boyfriend looked up from his phone that was loading a Twitter webpage link with a pout on his face. “This is a really big moment for you, for us.”
A snort came from you as you nudged his shoulder playfully. “You make it sound like we’re a New Year’s Dispatch couple.”
“One day we could be,” he retorted optimistically, with his chest puffed to defend his excitement.
“I don’t know I kinda like anonymity and secrecy. It’s kinda sexy,” you joked, wiggling your eyebrows and reaching over to grab a handful of kernels to pop into your mouth.
Your relationship was an open secret after that fan meeting back in April. Everyone within the company and sasaengs that followed the both of you around were aware of it. Media companies were too. It was just that it wasn’t officially confirmed because you and he had both liked the feel of the “private” life you had and decided it was better for SM to keep paparazzi on payroll and stalkers under the threat of being sued to not leak specifics about your relationship.
Your comment made the man beside you chuckle before focusing his attention back on the article he opened. You peered over, reading it alongside him.
“Hello, this is SM Entertainment. We notify you of our statement regarding the content involving our artist Mercurial’s You, currently being spread online.
Until now, we exercised patience despite knowing of internet users’ actions; we were also concerned about any secondary offenses against others as well as the fact that You were worried about inflicting unnecessary damages on her fellow members.
However, such exaggerated information was spread and nurtured until these events severely violated the privacy of not only You but also her family, in addition to severely defaming her character among other offenses. As a result, it has come to a point where we cannot show any more benevolence, as we must protect our artist.
If internet users continue to post malicious content and accusations directed toward You, we will not sit by idly but act with strict legal action.
Furthermore, we will be taking strict legal action against any additional accounts of defamation of character which inflicts damages to You and her family, whether it be through sharing and spreading of malicious posts online, re-posting such content via other platforms, etc.
Finally, we would like to ask that all rumors, malicious comments, and invasive acts of privacy related to her come to an end, in order to evade further damages.
We would like to notify you that through this incident, SM Entertainment will be strengthening the measures in place to protect our artists from illegal activity, through constant monitoring of online platforms and strong legal action. Thank you."
Hyuck pulled you into his arms with your head landing on his shoulder to rest comfortably there. His left arm wrapped around you and stroked yours lovingly as he placed a smooth kiss on your hairline, murmuring softly against it. “Now, you can stop worrying over what people say and live in the moment with me. Happily.”
