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𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚞 - 𝚌𝚑.𝟺 - 𝙷𝚊𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝚌𝚑.𝟹 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚌𝚑.𝟻

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟺 : 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝

Donghyuck races to the rooftop where he is certain you will be. When he breaks through the doors, he freezes at what he sees.

He runs over, pulling your arm, disrupting your current make-out session with a man that Donghyuck doesn’t recognize.

“What the hell are you doing?” he yells.

You stand there, shocked by his presence, rubbing your head before speaking.

“What the fuck,” you finally end up muttering in response.

Donghyuck looks at the other man and orders, “leave…I need to talk to her.”

The man ignores his demands and continues to watch on.

“Why the hell don’t you answer your phone?” Donghyuck snaps before looking back at the other man. “I said LEAVE! Get the fuck out of here.”

The man looks at you, shaking his head, sighing heavily before exiting the rooftop, leaving you alone with Donghyuck.

“Do you have any idea how many people were worried about you?” Donghyuck stresses.

“Worried about me?” you repeat, briefly rubbing your head. “It’s none of your damn business. Aren’t you just happy to see me like this? Isn’t this what you fucking wanted?”

Donghyuck looks around, angry at himself for being in this situation. “For your information, I never wanted you to get heartbroken. I only wanted you to move on from Jisung so you would be able to find someone that could make you happy and love you back.”

You stare at him for a few moments, surprised by the words that are coming out of his mouth. Although, you aren't sure how to process them, they honestly make you even more confused.

“I don’t know why I want that for you, I really don’t,” Donghyuck confesses. 

“You’re just such an amazing guy,” you snap, with more sarcasm in your voice than you intend. “You want me to be happy? I’d be a fucking idiot to believe bullshit like that. You just don’t want something to happen to me because you don’t want Jisung to feel guilty. YOU NEVER ACTUALLY WORRIED ABOUT ME! You’re just…”

Donghyuck watches as you are having your breakdown. Without thinking he grabs your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. He leans in, pressing his lips against yours.

He quickly pulls away, “Why?” he yells. “I have gone further with you than I have with Yeji.” He grabs your head, pulling you in and firmly pressing his lips against yours again.

You instinctively kiss him back for a few seconds before pushing him away.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you yell, wiping your mouth with your arm. “I HATE YOU!”

You say those words with such passion and rage that there is no denying how serious you are. You turn and storm off of the roof leaving Donghyuck behind, regretting his life choices alone.

The next few days you run through the movements robotically. It feels as though you were seeing Karina and Jisung everywhere and it drives you nuts. You still don’t want them to be together but you know that you have no chance anymore. You have to accept the situation as it is, no matter how hard it is going to be.

You see Karina alone in the library. She is never alone anymore, she always has jisung by her side. You think that this will be your only chance. You walk over to her, seething with jealousy and rage.

Karina turns around pausing when she sees you standing behind her. “Jisung isn’t here,” she sighs.

“Here,” you say, handing a bag to her. “This is his birthday gift. Can you give it to him?”

“Why are you giving it to me?” she asks.

“Because you two are official now. I’m done meddling between the two of you,” you explain. You don’t want to admit your defeat but you knew it was the right thing to do.

Karina smiles, widely, “Really, Y/N?”

“Yea,” you nod, looking down at the ground not wanting to make eye contact out of pure shame.

“You really moved on this quickly?” she questions.

“Not yet but I’m going to try,” you sigh, turning to walk away. You can’t continue the pleasantries any longer and you don’t want to slip up and say something nasty.

As you are walking away you notice Jisung walking towards his girlfriend out of the corner of your eye, but you force yourself to not look.

“What’s that?” Jisung asks, pointing to the bag that you gave Karina.

“It's the last gift from your number one fan,” she smiles, handing him the plastic bag, unaware of the contents inside.

Jisung removes the Iron Man figurine from the plastic bag, staring at it for a few moments before smiling at Karina and walking to go back to where his friends are sitting. He places the figurine on the table before sitting back down.

“What’s with Iron Man?” Jaemin asks.

“It’s my birthday gift,” Jisung announces, forcing Donghyuck to look up from the book he is currently reading. He peeks up then looks back at his book but instantly focuses back on the box in front of his friend. A look of disgust on his face.

Mark turns around, “I have the sudden urge to boo you,” he announces.

“Ready?” Chenle eggs on.

“Hit it,” Jaemin continues, pretending to shift a car into gear with one hand and pretending the other is on the steering wheel.

“Boooooooo,” Mark laughs at his friends.

“What’s wrong with you?” Chenle asks, looking at Jisung.

“Stop fooling around,” Jeno interrupts, trying to be the mature one.

“I’m sorry,” Mark sighs while bowing his head, politely.

“Jisung, did your hot doctor give you that?” Chenle asks, bluntly.

“No, it’s not from Karina,” Jisung states.

“Then from who?” Mark wonders.

“You just got your big present from your sexy doctor yesterday,” Jeno interjects with a huge smile on his face.

“But, is she enough for you, Jisung?” Chenle teases.

Donghyuck slams his book on the table before storming out of the library.

“Hyuck,” everyone says before he is out of sight.

“What the hell's wrong with him?” Mark snaps.

Jisung watches his best friend leave without saying a word but this isn’t a normal reaction for the Donghyuck he knows and loves.

At the pool, you are stretching on the side before getting into the water. You have your normal routine before you start swimming and stretching was the last step.

You feel a large hand grab your arm, forcefully spinning you around.

“You lied to me,” Donghyuck hisses.

“What the hell are you talking about?” you ask, confused.

He looks around before speaking to make sure you two are alone. Deciding that the surroundings aren’t safe, he pulls you into the locker room to guarantee more privacy.

Although once inside, Donghyuck still doesn’t let go of your arm, which he is squeezing quite tightly.

“You’re hurting me,” you announce looking down at your arm.

“You said you would stop bothering my friend,” Donghyuck says, squeezing your arm even harder. “So why the hell did you give him that iron man? Huh?”

“You’re really hurting me,” you whine, finally getting his attention of what he was doing and it forces him to release his grip.

“I didn’t give it to him. I gave it to Karina to pass along to her boyfriend,” you explain while rubbing the arm that he was squeezing. “Plus I told her that I would stop meddling.”

“I just…” Donghyuck stops, searching for the correct words to use. “Worried…that you’d get hurt again.”

You stare into Donghyuck’s eyes for a few seconds before looking down at the arm that he squeezed. “Is this what people do when they’re worried?” you ask. “You yelled at me the minute you got here AND you didn’t even say you’re sorry for hurting me.”

You turn to walk out of the locker room, wanting to make a dramatic exit.

“SORRY,” Donghyuck yells, forcing you to stop walking and back up towards the boy.

“What did you say?” you ask. You knew what he said but you just wanted to hear him say it again.

“You heard me,” he sighs, not wanting to repeat it.

“I don’t think I did,” you insist.

Donghyuck thinks for a second, staring into your eyes. “I’m sorry.”

You look at him with a little smirk on your face, “I’m still not hearing you.”

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, in a meak tone.

“What was that?” you ask again, teasingly.

Donghyuck grabs the back of your head and pulls you close to him so he could whisper in your ear, “I am sorry.” He releases you and you pull away annoyed that he touched you again. “Are you happy?” 

You refuse to answer with words, you only smile which makes Donghyuck relieved, knowing what you are implying without using your words.

“Now that you have your answer,” you state. “I need to know something.”

“What?” he asks.

“About last night…”

Donghyuck is concerned about what you were going to ask, only because he isn’t sure if he is ready to be honest. Honest with himself more than anything. But before you have time to ask your question, Karina walks inside the locker room, eyeing the both of you up.

“Nevermind,” you sigh, exiting the locker room while you have the chance.

Donghyuck watches as you storm off, resisting the urge to chase after you.

𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝

𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗

[181205] CHAIN // Haechan

for requests do u think u could do a lovesick haechan?? like hes just all 😍😍😍 whipped for the reader hhgghjjhh also bulleted and not that short if ur able to jhgghh thank u if u do this !!!

Maybe | Lee Donghyuck

genre: highschool au, friends to lovers au | fluff

member: lee donghyuck x reader

word count: 1.5k+

Fite me but I seriously think that when Hyuck was in hs he’d be that childish kid that was mean to their crush cuz they didn’t know how to process their emotions properly. Thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoy!!!!

Please leave a note or a reblog if you enjoyed! Even just small comments will make my day, and don’t be afraid to message me or send a request, very approachable! Mwah ♡

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early for you, late for others | lee haechan.

Genre: Fluff. | Word Count: 0.5k. | No warnings.

Author’s Note: I suddenly started writing the most random thing and here we are— my brain’s telling me something!!! No time is wasted? Time is precious with the ones you love? Anyway, enjoy!! I love soft Haechan <3

Thinking about Haechan whispering to you that you have to get up for work, but he doesn’t yell or give off the slightest vibe of annoyance from your alarm blaring.

He knows how tired you’ve been from working all week. It’s completely understandable, you’re not the only one.

“Baby…” he says lowly. Your boyfriend is back from the bathroom where he had freshened up for the morning.

You heard everything, but it was comforting knowing he’s there. The toilet flushing, the shower running, the occasional dropping of a product on the floor by accident, his electrical toothbrush and the sound of his house shoes sweeping across the floorboards when he came back to bed.

The mattress sinks in beside you as he sits. He reaches for your phone and turns off the alarm. You only have one set ‘cause you know you can trust that he’ll wake you if you’re ever close to oversleeping.

He smells like coconut. That’s your shampoo.

The two of you usually slept in on weekends, but you’ve both been working overtime due to your work schedules.

“Hyuck, how do you do it?” You groan, peaking at him through half lidded eyes. You slept late, staying up watching your favorite show. It was worth it, yet now you’re as tired as you were when you arrived home from work yesterday.

He’s wide awake. Still in his pajamas after his shower, but wide awake. He doesn’t have to be at work as early as you.

He leans down, lifting his legs onto the bed and scooting his body next to yours, until he’s resting on your pillow with one arm. “What was that baby?”

You turn your head to him. Hair a mess. “How do you get up everyday, get ready and just not procrastinate?”

“Me? Not procrastinate? I think everyone procrastinates—it’s just a matter of how they do it. I’m late to work all of the time, but it’s just ‘cause I’m handling more important things here. He’s smiling. (Fyi: He usually just hangs around as you get ready for work. Sometimes even making you lunches or rambling about the most random things. It’s always a surprise with him, but you love it and miss it when you don’t have it). It just looks like procrastination...especially by the time I get to my job.”

He places his free arm over your waist and gently feels along your soft skin as he speaks. “I get up everyday because you give me the strength to. Everyday isn’t perfect, it can be hard, but I get ready first so I can come back to see my beautiful girlfriend in her most authentic form.”

Haechan looks at you and doesn’t hesitant to physically adore you. His hand comes up to move your frizzy hair out of your face, which is extra volumized this morning, making him laugh. He softly squishes your puffy blushed cheeks together, pressing a kiss to your lips over and over again until you’re giggling into his smooches.

“I love you Hyuck.” You’re fully conscious.

“I love you more y/n.” He’s fully in love.

You reach to kiss him again, “I love you most.”

“Impossible...” He returns, caressing your cheek with his thumb and tracing the curved smile of your bottom lip.

-

You have no clue just how quickly he sprints through those doors from work to come home to you, the person on the other side of the door to his heart.

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241001 NCT DREAM Weverse Update with HAECHAN

f4 (m)

pairing: dom!mark + dom!jaemin + dom!jeno + dom!haechan x sub!reader

words: 4k+

summary: the most popular guys at school are wanted by everyone and anyone. the problem is… they only want you.

genre: smut

warnings: foursome (fivesome?), a little dub con, breeding kink, oral sex, lots of orgasms, lots of creampies, yandere vibes

inspired by mark, jaemin, jeno and haechan being considered the f4 of their academy

the sequel is posted on patreon, read the preview here!

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Mutano!Hyuck Headcanon

Hyuck!Mutano x Leitora!Ravena | Sobre: Como seria se em um universo alternativo você fosse a ravena, e Haechan Mutano...| Avisos: Desculpa, é só mais um surto meu com o Haechan. Participações de outros membros (e karina do Aespa e tambem do MinHo do Shinee) como outros heróis; Menções a acontecimentos das histórias originais; Menção a demônios (e semi demônios, eu acho...😇); Menção a machucados, capturas, e lutas, mas literalmente nada descrito. | Enjoy 😘

Mutano!Hyuck que entrou na equipe antes de você;

Mutano!Hyuck que não desgrudou os olhos de você, desde quando Asa Noturna!Jeno te apresentou pra todos;

Mutano! Hyuck que passou o primeiro mês desconfiado por você ser muito quieta e privativa;

Mutano!Hyuck que invadiu seu quarto é quase desmaiou quando viu a nada colorida decoração e que levou uma almofadada e foi expulso no susto pela sua forma semi demoníaca

Mutano!Hyuck que ficou longe de você por quase uma semana

Mutano!Hyuck que levou um peteleco do KidFlash!Chenle quando não parava de falar de você

Mutano!Hyuck que não sabia que toda vez que seu coração batia forte, suas mãos suavam e suas bochechas coravam quando você interagia com ele eram uma paixonite, e jurava que era receio (ele foi obrigado por todos a parar de falar que tinha medo de você)

Mutano!Hyuck que não pensou duas vezes em te proteger, quando durante uma batalha você estava muito ocupada com um vilão específico e não viu seu campanha vindo atrás de você

Mutano!Hyuck que não esperava que o tal capanga tivesse uma arma tão forte e acabou seriamente machucado

Mutano!Hyuck que em seu estado de pouca consciência até viu você se soltar um pouquinho a mais no capanga e no vilão, terminando a luta matando todos brutalmente...mas pensou que fossem delírios

Mutano!Hyuck que acordou no meio da noite enfaixado, grogue e com você dormindo em uma cadeira ao seu lado

Mutano!Hyuck que percebeu o quão linda você é, e que passaria por coisa pior pra te proteger. O verdinho decidiu naquela noite, que se aproximaria de você, custe o que custar

Mutano!Hyuck que não saia mais do seu pé. Ele começou a soltar piadas sem graça, flertes sem noção, tentava puxar conversa...

Mutano!Hyuck que percebeu o quanto gostava das suas reviradas de olhos, os "cala a boca", e até quando você o ameaçava mostrar sua parte demônia de novo (o que ele pode fazer? Seus quatro olhos vermelhos sangue eram pura paixão, gatinha!)

Mutano!Hyuck que assim que viu suas bochechas coradas depois dele te chamar de "gatinha" não parou mais

Mutano!Hyuck que quase morreu de vergonha quando você o pegou dançado blackpink com KidFlash!Chenle e Flash!MinHo

Mutano!Hyuck que foi o primeiro a apoiar a ideia do Cyborg!Johnny de que os Titãs tinham que ir pra balada nova no final da rua

Mutano!Hyuck que quase infartou quando te viu não só sem sua costumeira capa, pela primeira vez, mas quando viu como o vestido preto que a Estelar!Karina fez você vestir

Mutano!Hyuck que passou a noite babando nas suas pernas, e que mesmo com você ameaçando chutar as bolas dele, ele apenas sorriu e disse "seria uma honra, gatinha!"

Mutano!Hyuck que odiou ver você rindo com o Asa Noturna!Jeno ele nem é tão engraçado assim! Por que raios você estaria rindo de alguma coisa que ele disse, sendo que nunca riu de uma das piadas que ele, Hyuck te conta?! E que no final da noite quase transformou em um Tigre pra pegar o perdedor que estava claramente flertando com você

Mutano!Hyuck que mandou uma pizza em forma de coração para o seu quarto quando chegaram à Torre. Ele deixou um bilhetinho, com o desenho de um Tigre arrependido, com um balãozinho de fala, pedindo desculpas

Mutano!Hyuck que não percebeu como você acabou gostando da sua insistência, por que ninguém nunca tinha insistido por alguém como ela

Mutano!Hyuck que em uma festa do Batman acabou conversando com Terra!Yeji e não percebeu o quanto isso te desagradou

Mutano!Hyuck que achou que Asa Noturna!Jeno estava zoando com a cara dele, quando o moreno tentou o avisar sobre seu estado de mal humor com a nova relação

Mutano!Hyuck que só acreditou quando depois de sem querer chamar a garota de "gatinha", viu uma sombra negra derramar a bebida escura na roupa da garota (assim que aconteceu, sua primeira reação foi olhar em volta, e assim que viu um par de olhos vermelhos brilhando no canto da sala) e seu coração começou a bater mais forte

Mutano!Hyuck que te encontrou bebendo no terraço sozinho, e achou que seria uma boa ideia ir te cutucar. O rapaz que surgiu na sua frente saltitante, te provocando por gostar dele e não assumir, saiu da festa completamente molhado em água, mas com um sorriso enorme no rosto

Mutano!Hyuck que se odiou e se culpou quando você foi capturada pelo seu próprio pai

Mutano!Hyuck que perdeu a cabeça quando te viu fraca

Mutano!Hyuck que foi o primeiro a te salvar do cativeiro, e sentiu seu mundo cair quando viu seu estado de fraqueza e machucados, e que com toda delicadeza do mundo te pegou nos seus braços e te carregou até a torre

Mutano!Hyuck que cuidou de você até você voltar ao normal

Mutano!Hyuck que quase não percebeu que você colou o bilhetinho do Tigre no espelho da sua peteadeira

Mutano!Hyuck que não descolada mais de você, mas que agora só é chutado quando ultrapassa seus limites de paciência

Mutano!Hyuck que sentiu o mundo parar, quando viu você de branco. A roupa clara que ele sabia que tinha um significado enorme pra você, fez você brilhar ainda mais aos seus olhos

Mutano!Hyuck que se tornou oficialmente seu namorado, e que quando se junta a você em batalha, se tornam uma dupla imbatível, e quando estão fora dela, se tornam um casal de orgulho para seus pais Asa Noturna!Jeno e Estelar!Karina ❤️

Why u gotta play me like that bro now my bias list is all over the place >:(

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"Before I go to sleep, I imagine you're by my side"- Lee Haechan Imagine

Haechan has been suffocating you for the last hour and a half, and you can't even complain.

You run your hand through your boyfriend's hair, loving the softness of it against your fingertips, despite the constant damage it went through.

Your current position, Haechan lying on you almost completely, face buried in the crook of your neck and hands wrapped tightly around your waist, was not comfortable at all, but it was familiar, and you missed it.

You sigh, shaking Haechan's shoulders gently, almost lazily.

"We should really get up", you mumble, blinking sleepily at the clock on the wall. 2:00 a.m. You should have went to sleep ages ago, considering you were both suffering from jet lag, but both of you were too busy marveling over the fact that you were actually together once again, that the tiredness somehow disappeared.

Until now that is.

You yawn once again, feeling your eyes tear up from the force of it, and you shake your boyfriend once again, a bit harder this time. "Yah, Lee Haechan. Get up".

"Don't wanna", Haechan whines into your neck, his breath hot and tingling against your skin. His fingers tighten around your waist slightly as he speaks, as if he's afraid you'll detach yourself from him any second now.

"Well, I can't feel my legs anymore, and if we sleep like this the whole night, you're going have to carry me all day tommorow.", you threaten, forcing your voice to sound steely, even though your heart melts a bit at your boyfriend's cuteness.

You smile triumphantly when Haechan groans in defeat, lifting his head up to glare at you in annoyance before finally pushing himself up from you, supporting himself on his elbows.

He looks like a puppy right now, with his messy chestnut hair covering his eyes, his golden skin, and his cute moles, scattered over his face like stars. You really want to kiss them.

Unfortunately, you can't risk Haechan returning to his previous position, so you force yourself to get up from the couch, your limbs screaming to you to stay where you are.

"Come on", you say softly when you're finally standing, reaching a hand out to Haechan, he looks just as tired as you feel, eyes nearly closed shut, a pout of distaste on his lips.

You feel your heart thump loudly when he gets up, intertwining your fingers, and how does everything he does still send you into a frenzy, even after nearly two years of a relationship?

You walk like that to your room, shoulders bumping occasionally, half because of the exhaustion and half because of the constant need to be in touch, to feel each other.

When you finally reach the bedroom, Haechan doesn't hesitate to push you on the bed, legs almost immediately tangling with yours, arms pulling you close, so you're pressed against his chest, just above his heart.

You don't even bring up showering or brushing your teeth, giving in to the tiredness you've been fighting all day.

You snuggle closer to Haechan, letting your eyes close, enjoying the smell of him, an addicting mixture of pine trees and strawberries.

"Goodnight Haechannie", you whisper, barely conscious anymore, arms tightening around Haechan's slim waist in a gesture you hope conveys how much you missed him, how happy you are right now, just being like this in his arms.

"Hmm... Goodnight baby... I love you", you hear just before you fall asleep, and you feel a soft kiss being pressed to your temple, a habit Haechan has since you started dating.

You don't say anything back, already falling slowly into Dreamland, but you know you don't need to.

You're home.

NCT when a member catches you making out:

a/n I’M GONNA MISS MY 23 CRACKHEADS TOGETHER TT

TAEIL

The two of you are probably sitting on the bed in his room, just kissing slowly and sweetly, when Haechan barges into the room, most likely going to ask for cuddles from the oldest member, catching the two of you red-handed. Taeil will probably be pretty straightforward despite his embarrassment, pulling away from you before sending the awkward member a smile that doesn't seem to match the situation, asking him to leave the room. After Haechan leaves, he'll probably laugh it off and the two of you will resume the make out session, but he'll be more alert, keeping his eyes slightly open in case another youngster walks into the wrong room. 

"Can you please leave? And close the door behind you."

JOHNNY

The two of you are probably on the couch in the living room of the dorm, kissing lazily, when Mark walks through. "Yo, Johnny, you won't believe-", Mark's excited speech gets cut off in the middle when he sees the two of you making out, and he coughs violently before turning around, mumbling apologies on his way out. Johnny on the other hand, doesn't care less, continuing to kiss you without hesitation, tightening his hold on your waist and pulling you closer when you try to push him away, your face bright red from the embarrassment, promising that nobody else will catch you, saying anything just to keep kissing you.

"Mark Lee isn't going to distract me from 'dem lips."

TAEYONG

Oh no, this baby. When Doyoung walks in the bedroom, where you and Taeyong are lying on the bed, you on top of him and his hands around your waist, holding you close, Taeyong practically leaps off the bed at the sight of his friend, pushing you off of him in the process. "I'm so sorry, sorry-", your boyfriend says frantically, trying his hardest to smooth down his messy hair while walking towards Doyoung, who looks like he regrets everything lmao. "It's okay, hyung. I'll just-", Doyoung points to the door awkwardly before rushing out the room, leaving you and your red-faced boyfriend alone. You sigh playfully, reaching forward to hug your boyfriend, placing your head in the crook of his neck. "Well, that sort of killed the mood." Your boyfriend apologizes to you, and he'll be extra careful from now on, always locking the door or making sure the dorm is empty when you want some time to yourselves.

"Are you okay? I think I yeeted you off of me."

YUTA

When Taeyong enters the kitchen to grab a cup of water, it's already the middle of the night, the only reason you'd ever agree to making out with your boyfriend at such a public place. Taeyong lets out a strange giggle when he sees your compromising situation, with you perched on the marble counter and Yuta between your legs, his large hands on your thighs as you kiss passionately. The two of you break apart at the high pitched sound, and you turn red immediately when your eyes catch the leader's embarrassed face. Yuta doesn't seem to share your thoughts, smiling cockily at his member, almost like he wanted to be seen, his hands not moving an inch from your smooth skin. It probably motivates him to kiss you even more intensely after the older leaves.

"Are you going to keep standing here and watch the show?"

DOYOUNG

When Jungwoo skips into Doyoung's bedroom, saying something about going out to eat, he doesn't expect to see the two of you sitting on the edge of the bed, kissing languidly, your boyfriend cupping your face gently. "Oopsie", the tall man says with a smile, and Doyoung sighs before the younger can start teasing him, shooting the gleeful guy a glare. "Please leave.", he says, pointing at the door, and Jungwoo swings around, walking out the room with a light-hearted laugh and a not so sincere apology. After that the two of you will probably go back to making out, but Doyoung would probably be a bit out of it, murmuring complaints between kisses about rude members who barge into rooms without knocking and how Jungwoo will never let him live this down. 

"Is my room a free estate or something? These kids, seriously."

KUN

Kun's bedroom door opens slowly, and you pull away from your boyfriend, who you were making out with for the last few minutes, soft, playful kisses that left butterflies in your stomach. Kun doesn't look too bothered by Winwin, standing awkwardly at the entrance to the room. He apologizes to the younger and asks him what he needs, to which the other responds by pointing at his black backpack leaning by the door, grabbing it before scurrying out the room quickly. After he gets out, your boyfriend shrugs, a slight blush on his cheeks before he goes back to kissing you slowly. It probably doesn't affect him too much, he's rational, he lives with twenty other grown guys and knows that these things are bound to happen.

"Is it really that weird that couples kiss?"

TEN

Ten is kissing you gently, hands on your waist, and you're too lost in the feeling of his lips, moving so gracefully against yours, to notice the maknae of WayV entering the room, probably to annoy his older member. Yangyang stops walking when he sees the two of you, but doesn't move just yet, obviously wanting to tease your boyfriend, who still doesn't move from you, ignoring the younger boy. When the brown-haired boy still stays in his spot, your lover pulls away, glaring at the younger and telling him to get out of the room in the most straightforward way possible. The member leaves then, giggling to himself slightly, and Ten simply sighs before going back to kissing you, even more passionately now, as if he already managed to miss you during this short time. 

"Get out. We're in the middle of something here."

JAEHYUN

You're in Jaehyun's lap, your thighs splayed on either side of him, his hands on your waist and his lips on yours, kissing you passionately, when Johnny jogs into his room, skidding to a stop when he sees the scene in front of him. Your boyfriend doesn't even notice, too in the moment to realize the presence in the room, and he furrows his eyebrows in confusion when you detach your lips from his, following your gaze to his friend, who has a small smirk playing on his lips. He would probably be a bit annoyed, not to the point of actual anger, but he'd throw a snarky remark, watching as Johnny leaves the room before going back to kiss you, rougher this time, making sure you forget about the distraction.

"Do people not knock on doors nowadays?"

WINWIN

You're sitting in the living room of WayV's dorm, cuddled into Sicheng, who's hands are wrapped around you, holding you close to him. His lips are on yours, moving gently, almost shyly, and you tilt your head up to kiss him better, your boyfriend letting out a soft noise at your sudden neediness. "How cute~~", Win-win pulls away from you at the sound of the fond voice, face changing color to red rapidly at the sight of Ten, who seems to think it's not such a big deal, crossing the living room and heading to the kitchen while your boyfriend splutters, explaining himself to no one in particular. After that he'll probably still be super embarrassed, and you'll have to tell him you love him and cuddle him to calm him down uwu.

"I didn't think he'd come back from recording so fast…"

JUNGWOO

You don't know how the two of you went from a pillow fight to a make out session, but you're now propped on your side with your boyfriend doing the same in front of you, kissing you messily, his hands running over your sides before tangling in your hair. The sound of a door opening knocks the two of your out of your daze, Jungwoo releasing you immediately with a squeak of surprise, letting out a nervous laugh when he sees Yuta standing at the doorway to his room, his eyebrows cocked and a teasing glint in his eyes. Before Jungwoo can start talking, Yuta is already leaving the room, yelling behind his back a teasing, "Just be safe!", and your boyfriend turns red, burying his face in your neck. You won't continue making out after that, but Jungwoo would be very concerned about you, continuously apologizing for what happened and acting sweeter than usual the whole day.

"I'll lock the door next time, I'm sorry!"

LUCAS

Your boyfriend is kissing you hungrily, hovering over you on his bed, his hands on either side of your head and his long legs tangled with yours. The two of you are too caught up in the moment to notice anyone or anything, Lucas' kisses leaving you a breathless mess while he devotes his attention to you, moving his lips almost fiercely. "Lucas, let the girl breathe", a teasing voice says from the entrance to the room, and Lucas pulls away from you, turning his head to look at a cocky-looking Hendery, his eyes glinting with mischief. Your boyfriend blushes immediately, pulling away from you with a shy smile, and Hendery winks slyly before grabbing a white towel hanging on the doorknob and walking out of the room, yelling behind him a teasing 'Have fun!' Lucas starts laughing after his friend is gone, the tips of his ears now completely red and a shy expression on his face, and you laugh as well, placing one last kiss on his now-swollen lips before pulling away, understanding that he is too shy to continue your session.

"He just walked in on us!" *giggles*

MARK

Mark's going to panic for sure lmao. This dude will never dare to kiss you in front of the members, always saving the affection and skinship for when you're alone, so when Jaehyun walks into his room, calling him to come eat dinner, only to find the younger and you sitting on the bed, holding hands and kissing passionately, your boyfriend is very flustered, pulling away immediately and stumbling over his words. Jaehyun doesn't seem too fazed, smiling teasingly as he watches Mark stutter, his face bright red as he promises to be there in a second, trying his best to act like nothing happened. When Jaehyun finally leaves the room, taking pity on the younger, Mark collapses against you, too paranoid to continue your session.

"Did I make things awkward?"

XIAOJUN

You were listening to Xiaojun play on his guitar, his soft voice seeping through your bones, before you couldn't take it anymore, leaning in to press a kiss to his tempting pink lips. Your boyfriend doesn't seem too surprised, kissing you back immediately, so romantic it seems like you're in some sort of K-drama, his lips enveloping yours perfectly. You've been doing this for a few minutes now, but a sudden noise causes you to pull away from each other, turning to the bedroom door where Lucas was trying to creep out, walking on his tiptoes to not disturb you, but he accidentally caused a charger to fall off the desk, and he was now smiling at the two of you sheepishly, a nervous giggle leaving his lips. Your boyfriend glares at the older member, pointing at the door in a silent command to leave the room, and the taller man mumbles an apology before closing the door behind him quietly. Sighing to himself, Xiaojun turns back to kiss you, a bit harder now that he was pissed off by the interruption.

"Basic manners, is that too much to ask for?"

HENDERY

You're lying on top of Hendery, cupping his face gently as you make out, Hendery kissing you excitedly, moving from sloppy kisses to tickling pecks that leave you with a smile on your face. The two of you hear the door to the bed room opening, but your boyfriend doesn't seem to care at all, reaching a hand up to move your face back to face him when you try to sneak a peek at the intruder. The door closes soon after, and you pull away from your lover momentarily, asking him who came in, and he says it was Win-win, laughing slightly when he thinks about how embarrassed the older must have been. The two of you laugh for a bit before going back to kissing, not thinking too much about the incident. 

"At least he knows you're mine now."

RENJUN

Renjun is kissing you slowly, his hands cupping your cheeks gently, thumbs running over the soft skin, when Chenle barges into the room, racing frantically, probably running away from one of the older members who he managed to piss off. Your boyfriend pulls away, coughing loudly to get the younger boy's attention, who's still giggling into his hand, not noticing that he intruded something. "Oh", Chenle raises his head, finally noticing his hyung's glare and your blush. "Sorry." Renjun groans in annoyance as his fellow member leaves the room, mumbling something under his breath before going back to kiss you, but his kisses are probably harder now, conveying his concealed anger, and so are the hands on your waist.

"Do I have to go back to China to have a second of privacy?"

JENO

When Renjun enters the bedroom, Jeno has you on your back, his broad body pressing you deep into the soft mattress, your lips connected as you kiss gently, a result of you trying to tackle your boyfriend, and failing, obviously. You try to push your boyfriend off of you, your now open eyes catching a glimpse of Renjun's slowly reddening ears and obvious wince of regret, but Jeno leans even more into you, mumbling against your lips a soft "pretend he's not here", and you let out a breathy laugh, wrapping your hands around your boyfriend's neck and watching as Renjun leaves the room, saying under his breath: "Who needs shoes anyway. I'll just walk barefoot to the practice room." When the door closes behind him, Jeno laughs into your mouth, and the two of you keep kissing, while making sure not to take it farther.

"It'll be even more awkward if we stop now."

HAECHAN

When Taeil walks into your boyfriend's bedroom, he can't help but smile at the sight of you and Haechan, sitting on the floor of his bedroom where you were previously gaming, your crossed legs touching and the younger's hands tangled in your dark hair. You know your boyfriend noticed the intruder, his lips stopping their movement momentarily, but he doesn't pull away, keeping his mouth on yours until you hear the door closing, signaling Taeil left the room. The second he leaves, Haechan snorts against your lips, his face flushed red as he pulls back from you, giving away his embarrassment despite him trying to act unbothered in front of you. The two of you are probably too busy laughing to continue your make out session, but it's okay.

"Ohmygod, I didn't know what to do!"

JAEMIN

You were playing with Jaemin's hair, his head in your lap, when he suddenly sits up, kissing you gently on your lips, his hands pulling you closer by your small waist. The cute kiss somehow turned heated, and now you were practically making out, your legs thrown on either side of your boyfriend's body, fingers tangled in his blonde locks. "Jaemin, do you know where my comb is?" Jeno asks as he flings the door open, and Jaemin doesn't even try to answer, continuing to kiss you as if nothing happened before pulling away and shooting his frozen friend a mischievous smile. "What was that, Jeno?", he asks nonchalantly as you laugh at the older's disgusted face, burying your head in your boyfriend's shoulder. After the older leaves, your boyfriend would go back to kissing you, softer this time, leaving little pecks all over your face and mumbling compliments against your lips in a soft voice, the sexy mood now gone.

"My Jagiya~~"

YANGYANG

"Yangyang!", Xiaojun bursts into the room, making your boyfriend pull away from your lips, stopping the passionate make out you were having, your legs thrown over Yanyang's lap and his hands on the small of your back, pressing you closer to him. Your boyfriend isn't too fazed, but he's impatient, asking the older what he wants but still holding you to him, his hands not leaving you for a second. Understanding the maknae isn't in the mood to talk right now, Xiaojun leaves the room, and your boyfriend doesn't even wait for the door to close entirely before he's back to kissing you, desperate and and even more passionate than before.

"This better be a life-or-death situation."

SHOTARO

You and Shotaro are in the practice room, sitting on the shiny floor and kissing softly after you watched your boyfriend work on the choreo to NCT's newest song, admiring his amazing dance talent. Shotaro is timid in his movements, almost innocent, giggling against your lips cutely and holding your hands. You pull away from each other when the door opens suddenly, Sungchan walking in. "Oh… I thought Haechan hyung was here", the younger says with an apologetic tone, turning around swiftly and walking out the room, leaving you and your shy boyfriend behind. Shotaro apologizes to you for not being careful enough, asking if you want to continue, but his face is red and he lets out little giggles out of embarrassment, so you don't resume your actions from before, choosing to coddle him instead, laughing fondly at your boyfriend's adorable behavior.

"This is so embarrassing! I'm sorry~"

SUNGCHAN

You're trapped between the wall and your boyfriend, one of his hands cupping your cheek, while the other strokes your hipbone. Sungchan kisses confidently, like he does everything else, his lips moving naturally against yours like they were meant to be there. The two of you pull away when you hear the door opening, Shotaro's head sticking into the room carefully, before seeing your position and blushing slightly. Sungchan isn't too embarrassed by being caught, greeting the other nonchalantly, but he moves away from you, playing with his fingers in slight awkwardness. "Taeyong hyung told me to ask you if you want him to make you lunch?", the older member asks shyly, and Sungchan smiles, nodding in thanks as he watches the other leave the room. He probably won't continue the make out session after that, waiting for a more private time.

"Oh, hyung, do you need something?"

CHENLE

Chenle leaves another kiss on your mouth, giggling into the kiss as you laugh as well, curling even more into his warm body and pulling the soft blanket around you even more. The two of you were supposed to be watching a movie, but you've been spending more time kissing each other and laughing at nothing. You pull away from your boyfriend's lips when the light in the living room suddenly comes on, blinding the two of you and making Chenle pull away with a confused noise, eyes blinking rapidly as he tries to see the person who disturbed you. Jisung is standing in the entrance to the room, his hand still on the switch and his face bright red as he understands the situation he caught his best friend in. "Yah, can't you see we're on a date here?", Chenle scolds him, and Jisung seems to snap out of his trance, mumbling apologies as he backs up, almost crashing into the wall. After that you don't go back to making out, settling for cuddles on the couch until you fall asleep.

"Jisung, you’re lucky you’re cute."

JISUNG

Jisung wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer to him while you wrap your own thin arms around his neck, burying your fingers in your hair. After not seeing your boyfriend for a long time due to the previous comeback, a good make out session is exactly what you needed. "Oh, sexy~", the two of you jump away from each other at the sound of the deep voice, turning your head to meet a grinning Jaemin, his arms clasped in front of his chest and fondness evident in his eyes. Jisung turns red when he sees his member, immediately stuttering and stumbling over his words as he tries to explain the situation, before understanding it's hopeless and staring at the ground until his hyung goes away, still cooing and talking about 'young love'. He'll probably be shy for the rest of the day afterwards, and he'll need lots of affection from you to get over his embarrassment. 

"H-hyung! Me and Y/N were j-just-"

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truth or dare? (m)

pairing: dom!hyuck x afab!reader

words: 2.3k

summary: a little game of truth or dare leads to one of your oldest friends shoving a dildo up your ass. who would've guessed?

genre: pure smut

warnings: dubcon, use of dildos, daddy kink, anal sex, double penetration, breeding kink, face riding, squirting, degradation

“how old are we?”

renjun smirks at your question. “scared of a little truth or dare?”

“yeah, come on,” donghyuck sighs, immediately pulling you down next to him on the floor of your apartment. “don’t be a loser. let’s play.”

many rounds of whiskey later, you find that truth or dare is actually really fun when you’re drunk off your ass. jeno’s already been stripped down to his underwear due to jaemin’s loud praises of jeno’s ‘strong upper body.’ mark is giggling loudly and leaning onto chenle, who’s pinching his cheeks every few minutes and announcing how cute he is to the whole group. jisung is clumsily trying to clean up and keep everyone sane. you’re leaning on donghyuck, sighing softly as you grow weary.

“oh, no, i think someone’s tired,” renjun teases, leaning over to pinch your cheek. you swat his hand away.

“i’m not tired,” you blubber, blinking rapidly to try and prove a point.

renjun rolls his eyes. “if you’re not drunk then, truth or dare?”

“dare,” you say confidently, holding your head up high.

“i dare you to let hyuck use one of your sex toys on you.”

the room goes silent. the boys in the room become uncharacteristically sober, eyes wide at renjun’s request. donghyuck has gone completely stiff next to you.

“renjun,” mark hisses. “you can’t ask that.”

“why not?” you question before renjun can take the dare back. you stand up and everyone eyes you warily. “c’mon, hyuck. i’ll show you what i have.”

you march to your room before donghyuck can respond, opening your nightstand drawer and rifling through your various toys of pleasure. humming to yourself as you decide which toy to choose, you miss the sound of donghyuck entering the room and closing the door.

“um, we don’t have to do anything. renjun was probably joking out there,” he mumbles awkwardly.

you giggle, pulling out your favorite dildo and gesturing for him to join you on the bed. “it’s fine. a little action won’t hurt anyone.”

before you can unzip your skirt, donghyuck is quick to cross the room and stop you.

“i’m serious. you’re drunk and i’m not letting anyone pressure you into anything right now.”

you pout, staring up at him and batting your eyelashes innocently.

“but i’m wet already. and you know the rules — the dare isn’t completed yet, and i don’t want to lose the game, hyuck.”

donghyuck has to restrain himself after hearing the desperation in your voice. you look so fucking pretty like this, skirt bunched up around your hips and fuck — he can see the glisten of your wetness coating the inside of your thighs.

he shuts his eyes tightly.

“i’m just going to leave.”

as he turns to exit the room, you grab his wrist and whine.

“hyuck, please help me. i know you want to,” you say, trying to get him to focus back on you.

you quickly shimmy your skirt down your legs and clumsily shove the dildo into his hands. he swallows before turning to face you again, eyes bulging at the sight of your lacy white panties completely soaked.

he softly curses to himself.

“h-how do you like it?”

you smile at him and hook your thumbs through the sides of your underwear, slowly pulling them down so donghyuck can see the fabric cling to your pussy from how wet you are. you giggle at the sight of his growing hard-on and drool pooling at the corner of his lips.

“well, you have to come on the bed to help me, silly. how are you going to use that toy when you’re all the way over there?”

you’re like a siren calling out to him as he slowly crawls on top of you, fingers shakily pressing the dildo to your entrance. you stop him before he pushes it in.

“you need to prep me a little first,” you laugh, grabbing his chin and pulling his lips to yours. donghyuck makes a startled noise before quickly reciprocating the kiss, tongue swiftly colliding with yours.

“can i eat you out?” he begs, all hesitation thrown out the window.

you nod and smile. you grow confused when he suddenly lays beside you and points to his face.

“sit on it, please?”

sober you would be concerned about potentially cutting off donghyuck’s source of breathing, but drunk you simply shimmies your way until your core is seated directly on his mouth. you gasp when he slurps at your pussy like it’s his last meal, nose bumping into your clit at the friction. your fingers grip the strands of his hair and you slowly move your hips until you’re basically riding his face like it’s another one of your toys.

you throw your head back and moan loudly, not giving a fuck about your group of friends that are still playing truth or dare outside your bedroom door.

his tongue is doing wonders on you, sending tingles down your spine at your approaching orgasm. you drag your cunt across his tongue like your life depends on it as the knot in your stomach threatens to snap.

you reach your high when donghyuck suddenly wraps his lips around your clit and sucks hard. your vision nearly goes black as you experience one of the most intense orgasms of your life, encouraged by donghyuck’s desperation to make you cum and the lingering buzz of alcohol.

it isn’t until a few minutes later when you’ve almost passed out next to him that you realize you’ve squirted all over his face. you catch him licking his lips to try and savor the taste.

“shit,” you mumble weakly. “sorry. didn’t know i was going to do that.”

to your shock, he rolls over to connect his lips to yours once again. the kiss is even more desperate than the first one, with donghyuck gripping any piece of skin he can find while you taste the remnants of your release on his tongue.

“i like you,” he suddenly confesses, pulling away briefly.

you blink twice at him. “what?”

the tips of his ears turn bright red. “i’ve liked you for a while — that’s why renjun was being an asshole and gave you that dare. they’ve been teasing me for weeks since i couldn’t get the courage to confess.”

“and you decide to do it now? after i squirted all over your face with no warning?”

“i actually think this is the best time to do it. i literally just fell in love with you even more.”

you shrug in acceptance before pulling him down to kiss you again. he awkwardly pats his hands over your bed until he locates the dildo he threw to the side.

“do you want me to use this on you now?” he asks, lining the toy up to your entrance again.

you hum. “how about you lube me up and put the dildo in my ass instead? i think i’d rather have you in my pussy.”

he swallows. “i love you.”

“yeah, you said that.”

you direct him to the bottle of lube in your nightstand while you turn over to get yourself ready for him. chest pressed against the mattress, you reach back to spread your cheeks for him. you faintly hear him reciting “i love you” over and over.

you moan when you finally feel the lube drip down your hole and donghyuck’s index finger slowly pushes in.

you whimper at the intrusion. “a little more, hyuck.”

he follows your orders and another finger joins the first.

“you’re so tight.”

you’ve had things in your ass before — sometimes you enjoy a finger in your ass to help you cum. however, the feeling of donghyuck’s fingers probing one of the most sensitive parts of your body is enough to light your body with a growing heat.

“mmm, i’m ready,” you say deliriously, reaching behind to tug at his wrist. “fuck me now, please.”

“are you still drunk? i kind of want to do this when you’re not so inebriated,” he murmurs cautiously, even though if he doesn’t put his dick in you right now, he might actually die.

“i’m okay,” you assure, feeling a lot less floaty than you did when you first came in the room with him. “just want you in me, please.”

you hear him shuffling to take off his clothes and he retracts his fingers from your ass. you groan at the loss, feeling empty.

“hyuck,” you whine when he takes too long, pushing your hips backwards. “hurry up.”

“i’m here, i’m here,” he assures you, lining his tip up to your entrance. “wait, should i put a condom on?”

you’re about to throw a tantrum. it’s like he’s purposely trying to edge you.

“no, just go in raw,” you hiss, deciding to take matters in your own hands and grab the base of his cock, shoving him past your dripping walls.

he moans at your desperation, watching as his cock disappears into your glistening cunt. a lust-filled frenzy overtakes you and your body moves on its own accord, hips twisting and forcefully shoving your cunt back on him until his balls slap your clit.

donghyuck watches you fuck yourself on him like a bitch in heat, hungry for your orgasm with or without his help. he knocks some sense into himself and steadies one hand on your hip to still your movements. you’re about to complain again before you feel the familiar tip of your favorite dildo start to stretch your other hole.

“fuck,” you cry, definitely making a scene for both your group of friends and nearby neighbors.

the distracting combination of his cock in your pussy and a dildo in your ass gives donghyuck enough time to regain control of the situation, pounding into you and expertly pushing the toy as deep as it can go.

you swear you can see stars flash behind your eyelids. you’re on the verge of falling deep into your subspace, which normally requires a lot more time and energy for you to lose it.

soon enough, you’re reduced to nothing but a crying mess for him to use.

“so pretty,” he compliments, watching your body grow weary and slump against the mattress. he rails you harder until you can both hear the squelch of your pussy echo in your room. “i’ve wanted to see you like this for so long. was going to steal one of your panties tonight when you thought i was in the bathroom. isn’t that pathetic?”

you get no warning when your next orgasm hits. your legs tremble by the strength of it, and donghyuck shows no signs of slowing down.

“so good,” you whisper, relishing the sensation of being stuffed full. “cum for me, daddy.”

“oh?” you hear the astonishment in his voice. “am i your daddy now, sweetheart?”

“yeah,” you cry. “cum in my pussy, daddy. need your cum so bad.”

“want me to breed your little cunt? stuff you until you’re dripping? let all the boys out there see what a slut you are?”

your moans grow louder. “yeah, daddy. i’ll do anything you want.”

“you want to be my pretty whore, hm?”

“i want to be your pretty whore,” you whine, feeling absolutely zero shame at your lewdness. “make me your whore, daddy, please.”

donghyuck suddenly withdraws the dildo from your ass and replaces it with his cock. you climax at the change-up, pussy clenching around nothing as he sodomizes you.

“you were just desperate for me to fuck you tonight. gave you so many opportunities to back out but you instead treated my cock like your own personal toy,” he hisses at you, having no mercy with the strength of his thrusts. “tell me you love daddy too.”

“i love you, daddy,” you reply automatically. “want you to fuck me like this all day.”

“yeah? want me to pound your little pussy until you cry? make you prove that you really love me?”

“i love you, i love you,” you chant, pulling your cheeks apart once more. “cum in my ass, daddy, please.”

he gives a few more thrusts before warm spurts of his cum shoot deep into your ass. you smile blissfully when he slumps against your frame, chest pressed against your back.

you both attempt to catch your breath as best as you can. you feel him press a kiss to your shoulder.

“i know you didn’t really mean it, but i like you a lot and i hope i can take you out on a date tomorrow to change your mind about me.”

your brain is still a little hazy but you try to locate a semblance of sanity.

“i did mean it. i like you too, i always thought you were cute. i just never wanted to make things awkward for the group dynamic.”

“really?” you can hear the happiness in his voice.

you nod. “you can take me on a date tomorrow. i mean, you already fucked me in my pussy and my ass. no turning back now.”

he turns your head so he can press a kiss to your lips.

“let’s get you cleaned up, baby.”

he helps you to your feet as your thighs tremble from the intense fucking you just received. when he swings open your bedroom door, there’s a sticky note attached to the front that’s written in renjun’s messy handwriting.

congrats! you won the game, whores

“i mean, if they all left, we might as well fill all of my holes, right?”

before donghyuck can ask what you’re referring to, you’re sinking to your knees to take his cock in your mouth, his cum dripping down your legs.

he shakily props a hand up to steady himself against your door, wondering how the fuck he got so lucky to have you.

indica dreams | ldh

plug!hyuck x fem!reader ft. bestie jeno and cousin johnny

summary: when you finally decide to do something about your sleeping problem, your best friend suggests weed as a solution. he introduces you to donghyuck — a plug who makes it his personal mission to teach you everything there is to know about it. 

wc: 11.7k 18+ mdni

cw: fluff, mild angst, smut, weed/marijuana use in multiple forms, unprotected penetrative sex (wrap it up!), creampie, oral (receiving), flirty down bad soft dom!hyuck who's highkey a simp, dirty talk + voice/praise kink, reader has sleep problems and is a chronic overthinker, reader has a bad trip on weed, tender loving and reassurance, baby/sunshine/my girl as petnames

you turn over in your bed for what feels like the hundredth time, eyes shut tight as you groan in frustration. you open your eyes and feel around for your phone, blinding yourself once the screen faces you. 4:23 a.m. great.

when your alarm set for work blares just a few hours later, you feel as though you shut your eyes for only a few minutes, reluctantly getting up to start your day.

this has been happening for a while now — maybe 1 or 2 months? you’re not sure when exactly it started, but you know the stress from work has been affecting your sleep schedule terribly.

you’ve tried melatonin — huge headache the morning after. other methods you tried led to something similar or didn’t work at all, and it frustrates you to no end. after another day of fighting to stay awake at work passes by painfully slow, you sit on your bed brainstorming with your best friend over the phone.

“i think we’ve gotta do something about the stress, then maybe the sleep will come with it?” jeno’s voice rings through the speaker. you can tell he’s just waking up, evident in his low voice and delayed responses.

“like what? quit my job?” you ask sarcastically. “you know i can’t do that.”

“i know, not that.” you can almost hear him shrug. jeno never has any problems sleeping, being able to sleep through the night and even take a nap or two throughout the day with his work from home job.

a lightbulb seems to flash in his head as he lets out a small gasp. “wait,” his voice sounds closer to the phone speaker, and a few seconds later, your phone buzzes with a new message.

6:06pm jenjen: dongfuck 010-xxxx-xxxx

“dongfuck?? who the hell is that?” you ask, confused and almost slightly irritated.

“oh shit, i forgot it sends the contact name and everything,” jeno laughs. “anyways, i think the answer to your problems is some good old weed.”

you pause. it’s not as if that never crossed your mind, in fact it has even before your sleep problem came about.

you never entertained the interest as no one in your friend circle knew enough about weed for you to feel comfortable trying it for the first time and you haven’t had the energy to go out as much, giving you no chance to meet someone who does.

“i could be down? but what do you know about weed, lee jeno?” you ask your friend suspiciously.

“no, not me,” you hear him tap on the phone for emphasis. “that’s where my buddy dongfuck comes in.”

you don’t know why, but your gut feeling tells you that you might be in for more than just a good night’s sleep.

lee donghyuck

the new contact in your phone apparently belonged to the resident stoner of his friend group who hustles as a local plug, and while jeno had his thoughts about the guy, quoting pain in the ass and corny flirt, he couldn’t deny that he knows more about weed than anyone he’s ever met. and as much as jeno talks shit, you know how he’d be if he actually hated the guy.

you had texted the new number nervously, asking if he could give you the basics on getting high, and he had responded with “it’s too much to text” and an address. jeno trusted the guy, so you did your best to brush aside your nerves.

it’s your saturday off when you arrive at the address he sent, triple checking that you are at the right place. your gps leads you to a building that looks like a 2-story house. it’s so lowkey that you probably would have walked right past it if you weren’t looking for it, but upon closer inspection it has a very minimal but aesthetic exterior, with vines running alongside the house’s entrance.

“NCTeaHouse” a sign reads right above the door, and you peek inside the small window in the door to see the interior. your mouth forms an o as you realize the house is in fact a store.

the front door opens suddenly, almost hitting you in the face as you step back in surprise. a dark haired man with rounded glasses peeks his head out from behind the door.

“oops, my bad. __ right?” he asks, a little unsure.

“yeah, and you’re donghyuck?” you ask, taking in the man who looks to be around the same age as you.

“just hyuck is okay, come on in!” he says cheerfully, opening the door fully. “i was wondering when you were gonna come in, saw you wandering around the entrance for a good 5 minutes,” he chuckles.

your face gets hot at the knowledge that he saw you like that. “i was making sure it was the right place, okay?”

he hums and leads you in, and you take in the view of the shop around you. it’s tiny, but warmly decorated, browns and earth tones dominating the space with boxes lined along the shelves and few displays in the middle of the shop. he goes behind the front counter, bent down as he rummages through a box.

you take a look at products at the register, finding that they are different tea bags. glancing back at the displays, you recognize the other boxes to also be different tea brands, and some other products you don’t recognize.

“is this where you sell?” you ask, seeing that he’s still looking for something.

“oh no, not here, this is my side job. we sell tea, coffee, and some other stuff.” he gets up with a smaller box in hand, leaving the register as he beckons you to a back room. “but it’s my cousin’s shop, i just help here when i can.”

the back room is also warmly decorated, simple with 2 couch chairs, a table with a coffee maker, and a tiny fridge with a small burner on top.

“you can sit in one of those chairs, do you want some tea?” he asks. you decline politely and sit as he places a kettle on the small burner, turning it on before sitting on the other chair.

“aren’t you working right now? i don’t want to take up too much of your time,” you ask worriedly, not expecting the address he sent to be his workplace. he shakes his head.

“nah, trust me, we barely get any customers, and if they do they’ll ring the bell out front,” he says, waving his hand. “anyways, jen told me you wanted to learn about weed? what do you want to know?”

you feel your face get hot again. you know quite literally nothing about weed, and to admit that to a friend of a friend is a little embarrassing. but again, if jeno trusts him, so do you.

“to be completely honest.. i know nothing about it. i just know i have trouble sleeping at night and jeno suggested it might help,” you tell him.

“so just for sleep?” he asks.

“well, yes.. and no,” you start. you finally have the opportunity to learn the ropes from someone who actually knows what they were doing, but would he be down knowing you were starting from ground zero? he peers at you, noting that your expression looks a little conflicted.

“hey, no need to feel shy about it. everyone has to start somewhere,” he assures.

his words have more of an effect on you than you would expect, feeling touched at the reassurance of someone you barely know. it’s crazy how one sentence can have you feeling like you can trust him with whatever, but you nod in response.

“i think.. i’d like to learn at least the basics about weed, or even more if you’re willing? i’ve always been interested but never had the chance to explore it, but something tells me that’s what you’re all about,” you let your inner thoughts spill. he noticeably lights up at your words.

“and you’re absolutely right! trust me, as long as you’re willing to learn, i’m more than willing to teach,” he chimes, excited for someone who could potentially be as into weed as he is.

like you, none of his close friends really indulge in the substance, and it’s not like he can smoke on the regular with his customers, so he feels genuine excitement at the prospect of a weed buddy.

the sight of his lit up face at your curiosity really reassures your decision to trust jeno’s recommendation. as if on cue, his kettle starts whistling and he gets up to turn off the burner.

you watch as he pours the water into a mug he had set to the side. your eyes trail over his outfit: a comfortable looking brown hoodie paired with some ripped jeans that hug his long legs just right.

your eyes move back up to his face, only to see him staring back at you with an eyebrow raised.

“like what you see?” he asks with a teasing grin. you groan to hide your embarrassment, now seeing what jeno meant when he called him a corny flirt. but you really were checking him out, so you quickly try to come up with an excuse.

“i’m just thinking you don’t really look like you’d be a plug,” you redirect. he shakes his head.

“and what do you think a plug should look like?” he asks, face the tiniest bit more serious. the question surprises you.

“i guess, a little scarier?” you say quietly. you do imagine a plug being that way — quiet, intimidating, maybe a few tattoos. definitely not the man in front of you with his big brown eyes behind a pair of silver framed glasses, fluffy hair and even fluffier hoodie. he laughs at your answer.

“and that is where you are wrong,” he tuts at you, waving a finger. “stoners come in all shapes and sizes, and this plug of yours just happens to be incredibly charming and handsome.” he wiggles his eyebrows at you, and you can’t hold back your laughter.

aside from the last part, his words ring true, and you feel a little silly at your preconceived notion. one of the main things that has stuck out from him so far is his lack of judgement, and it’s something you admire. maybe this really is a good thing for you.

“anyways, when are we gonna start these lessons?” you ask, returning to your original goal.

“we can start now if you’ve got time,” he smiles, taking a sip of his tea. you check your phone, noting that not too long has passed since you arrived. you don’t have any plans besides trying to catch up on sleep, but you know that will probably be futile. why not?

“i’ve got time,” you let him know, and he meets you with a bright smile. he gets you some water, telling you to get comfy for his “weed 101” course.

“so let’s start with sativa vs. indica.” he types something in his phone, pulling up a slideshow. “all weed will fall into one of these two, or a combination of some sort.”

“you didn’t have to make an entire presentation??” you gasp. he must really be that eager to teach you.

“just let it happen, trust the process,” he insists. “anyways, you’ve got that sleeping problem, so anything indica would be your best friend,” he explains, showing you different examples on his phone.

“and what about sativa?” you ask, and he grins.

“that, my friend, is what you smoke when you want to have fun.”

you quickly realize that there is so much more to weed than you initially thought.

he jumps from topic to topic on different strains, smoking vs. edibles, joints vs. blunts, pipes vs. bongs — it was a lot. your head spins as you try to recall all the information he’s given you, and he takes notice at the shift in your demeanor, even if you try to feign the same eagerness you had coming into it.

“is it too much? we can take it slower, break it into sessions maybe,” he offers. you’re really wowed at how down he actually is to do this, and if you’re being completely honest, hanging out with an attractive guy while learning about and potentially indulging in some weed plus hopefully getting a good night’s sleep out of it? it sounds too good to be true.

“won’t that be taking too much of your time?” you ask worriedly.

“i’m true to my word, as long as you’re willing to learn, sunshine, i’m all yours,” he says, mouth pulled into his same grin as he downs the last bit of his tea, probably cold now after hours of talking. “plus the next few times you come, i’ll bring my stuff so you can try it out.”

you know you aren’t immune to his charms, and your face warms at the affectionate words. despite the corniness jeno complained about, hyuck had a way of keeping you on your toes while giving you an odd feeling of ease.

“i think i’d like that a lot, thank you hyuck,” you beam. an alarm on his phone rings, and his eyes widen.

“it’s already time to close? time flies,” he says getting up from the seat to start closing up shop. you get up too, ready to head home. “wait,” his voice halts you.

“are you hungry?” he asks a little timidly, a stark contrast for how casual he’s been this entire time.

you’ve been there for a while, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t starving at that point. “yeah definitely, my last meal was breakfast,” you recall.

“okay sit tight, then. dinner’s on me, let me close up really quick,” he smiles, and before you can protest, he’s rushing through the break room door. a smile rests on your own face. you pull out your phone to check the time, seeing messages from jeno.

4:29pm jenjen: u ok? he didn’t eat you did he

5:50pm jenjen: dude wait are u ok neither of you are responding to me 5:50pm jenjen: don’t replace me ):

7:15pm you: stop you big baby we were just having a good conversation 7:16pm you: ngl i’m glad you introduced us, i have a good feeling about this jen (:

even after you insist you pay for your own and treat him as thanks for his lessons, hyuck stubbornly refuses and pays for the entire dinner bill. as he pulls up to your apartment to drop you off at home, he places a box in your lap before you exit his car.

“tea?” you ask, eyeing the box. reaching over to your lap again he taps on the box, punctuating his words.

“this right here is something i mixed up a while ago. i’m not the biggest edible person, so when i don’t feel like smoking, i’ll drink some of this. there’s barely any weed in it, but steep it for like a minute and try some an hour or two before you sleep.”

he looks incredibly proud of his own creation, but you’re a bit conflicted. it’s difficult to meet his energy when you’re nervous at the thought of trying weed for the first time on your own.

you don’t voice your nerves, not wanting to dampen his excitement. he’s already given you a lot and you just met the guy.

“thank you hyuck, i appreciate it.” you open his car door, getting down with the box in hand. “see you next week?”

“no problem at all, try that and let me know how it goes okay? i’m kinda not the biggest texter, so call for anything,” he says softly. “i’ll see you next week, sunshine.”

with the nickname sending a buzz through you, you close his car door, padding up to the front of your apartment complex before turning to wave. he waves back, flashing his headlights, and he doesn’t leave until you’re completely inside.

you go into your kitchen, placing the box on your counter. you open it, pulling out a paper accompanied by little tied sachets containing an assortment of dried leaves.

steep for two minutes with boiling water, can steep longer if you want a stronger tea.

-h

you smile to yourself. lifting a sachet to your nose, you note that it smells like a regular bag of tea. he did say there was barely any weed in there, so maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try?

you double back on that thought. you really don’t know how you’re gonna react to it, and the anxieties crawl back up your throat. what if it doesn’t turn out well, and you’re all by yourself with no way of getting the substance out of you?

you don’t want to risk it. you put the contents back in the box and place it in one of your cabinets. maybe you’ll invite jeno over to try it with you so at least you’d have someone with you if it all goes wrong.

you get ready for bed, hoping that the night brings you even a little sleep.

your hopes are unfounded when you wake up to a call from your manager, begging you to come into work to help fix an urgent problem. she promises you double pay and breakfast, and reluctantly, you accept.

you head to work with only the idea of some extra money in your pocket keeping you going, but you know already the second you step foot into your work building that you will be fighting for your life for the next few hours.

by the time the sun has set, you’re dragging yourself through your apartment door, wanting nothing more than to sleep for the next 24 hours. you change out of your work clothes, hopping straight into bed and closing your eyes in hopes that sleep will take you.

when your eyes open an hour later, frustration bubbling at your throat from an hour of tossing and turning despite your utter exhaustion, you rip your sheets off, heading to your kitchen.

you open a cabinet, taking out a familiar little box. you’re willing to give this a try — anything to get some good sleep. but anxieties still run through you as you take out your phone to text your best friend.

8:35pm you: jen wyd?

you wait for a few minutes staring tiredly at your phone until a message pops up.

8:41pm jenjen: out with jaem what’s up?

you sigh, letting your friend know to forget it, and open the box. there sits a familiar note, and you trace over the neat handwritng.

call for anything. hyuck’s words ring in your ears. before you know it, you’re moving on autopilot and repeated ringing sounds through your speaker, his name displayed on the screen.

rrrring. rrrring. with every ring you feel more anxious, debating on just hanging up and resorting to melatonin, and when it reaches his voicemail, your heart sinks.

you end the call, placing your phone in your pocket and deciding to look for your forgotten sleep supplements. you don’t even take more than a couple of steps when your phone starts buzzing. you answer without even checking the id.

“__? what’s up?” his voice rings through the speakers and relief floods your system.

“hyuck, sorry to bother, but are you busy right now?” you ask.

“free for you, and not a bother, don’t apologize,” he says, and you can hear the smile on his voice. your cheeks twitch into a slight smile at his sweet words, but the tiredness seeps into your words.

“i’m gonna try your tea.. i’m so exhausted and i can’t sleep but i’m just so nervous about trying this by myself — oh and i called jeno but he’s busy — i’m sorry i ju-” your sleepy spiel is interrupted by his voice.

“woah, woah, sunshine, let’s slow it down a bit. no need to apologize for anything, really,” he assures.

you feel as though you could cry from the combination of relief and sheer exhaustion, now a little calmer explaining your circumstances and nerves at your first time having any sort of weed.

“hey, go ahead and try it, and i’ll stay on the phone until you fall asleep, okay? you can tell me if you’re feeling bad or weird or anything and i’ll be right here.”

“promise?” you ask hopefully. it’s not ideal to be asking someone you’ve known for literally a day to stay on the phone with you, but your tired mind and body scream sleep over shame.

he laughs. “you’re so cute, yes i promise.” you try not to show how much of an effect his words have on you, masking your stirring feelings by warming some water.

in the next 20 minutes, you’re sitting in bed with a cup of hot tea, taking small sips and letting the aroma waft as you chat over the phone. he’s right, the tea tastes nothing like the pungent scent of weed you are familiar with. his tea is calming and herbal.

“tell me about your day,” he requests, and you start from the call from your manager in the morning, explaining how some intern almost cost your company a client under your project, and you had to save their ass.

“you’re too good for them,” he says smugly.

“you’re just saying that, but thank you,” you reply, and he denies it, whining slightly.

“i would never say anything i don’t mean,” he asserts. he acts offended that you would even insinuate he was only flattering you, and you try not to read too much into his words, now halfway through your cup of tea.

“how about you tell me about your day, hyuck?” you ask, changing the subject.

he’s happy to talk about his day, lamenting spending his entire weekend at the shop, but explains how there were a group of unique customers today.

“this guy came in with a few friends, asking us if we have anything that could calm animals?? i honestly don’t know shit about pets but i don’t think tea and coffee are safe.” you chuckle at his animated telling of the story. “he had reeaaally nice eyebrows, though.”

your cup now sits empty on your nightstand, your head resting heavily on your pillow as you listen to him. he’s so expressive, and you hum in response to his ramblings. you have no thoughts besides how pleasing his voice is to your ears.

your eyes feel heavier and heavier as his voice sounds more and more distant.

when you wake up to your alarm set for work chiming the next morning, you feel the most rested you have in months. checking your phone, you see a missed message notification.

10:48pm hyuck =) : sleep tight, sunshine

a while has passed since your first go at the tea, and it’s three weeks until you are able to see hyuck again. at the beginning of those three weeks, you found that every couple of days hyuck would call, checking in on you. the first few calls never lasted as long as your first did, but soon you found yourself wanting to hear more of his voice.

you started to ask him how his day was before he could hang up, and after a few times of sharing back and forth, nightly calls to talk about your days became a routine.

in all honesty, you wanted to see him sooner, but the work days kicked your ass and different friends made plans on your days off. despite the chaos in other parts of your life, it felt like your nightly calls were what got you through the tiring days.

you were almost out of tea, and resorted to having the tea every other day to save. something must have shifted when you met hyuck, as even without the tea, sleep came much easier with the exception of a few days.

when you call hyuck on a friday night after work, hoping to restock and spend some time with him over the weekend, he meets your request with enthusiasm.

“didn’t realize you missed my lessons so much, my #1 student,” his teasing rings over the speakers.

“actually, youtube is sounding really good right about now,” you reply, putting up a flat tone at his remarks.

“i’m kiddinggggg jeez, come to the shop around 6 tomorrow? dress warm, we’ll try something new,” he instructs, and you agree.

sitting in your living room, you take a sip of the usual tea, noting that you’re down to your last bag. you drift off to sleep that night, and instead of the anxieties you had felt the night before the first time you met him, excitement floods your system at the thought of seeing him.

the next day’s lesson brings you to a new location, still NCTeaHouse, but the cozy back patio behind the store. strung up hanging lights are already lit, given how the sun has started to set, and the lounge couch makes it look like an ideal hangout spot.

“if you see me napping back here one of these days, you better not say anything,” you joke with hyuck.

“you’re always free to, as long as i’m invited,” he winks and you’re shaking your head at his unabashed self. you’ve gotten a lot more used to his flirty words, coming to expect at least a line or two during your nightly conversations.

“anyways, you’re probably wondering why we came out here tonight.” you nod, and he lays the contents of his pockets on the small table in front of the two of you.

“i thought we could try smoking today, if you’re comfortable,” he grins, arranging everything on the table, and you’re impressed by the assortment.

he’s got different bags of weed, wrapping papers, lighters, and little tins. he gets right into explaining, pulling out the contents of the tins. he holds up two rolls, one a little thicker than the other.

“this right here is a joint, it’s just weed. this thicker one is a blunt. it’s got nicotine in the paper so the high is a little different.” he hands them to you to look at and continues. “i prefer blunts, but depending on what you put in them, a regular joint would probably be better for someone who hasn’t smoked before.”

you never doubted jeno’s words, but hyuck really is living up to your friend’s praise of his weed knowledge. you nod in understanding at his clear explanations, handing them both back to him. he sets aside the joint and starts to put away the blunt until you stop him.

“let’s do the blunt,” you quickly interject. despite wanting to go with the more beginner-friendly option, something in you wanted to do what he liked. maybe that way you could get a little taste of his world.

“wait, are you sure? it might be a bit harsh,” he warns.

“trust me, i can take it,” you say stubbornly. he pauses almost unnoticeably with an unreadable expression at your words before it shifts into a dubious look.

“if you say soooo,” he teases. you slap his arm lightly, huffing as he laughs before getting up to grab some water before you begin. he settles back into the couch once he’s back. he picks out a blunt and his lighter, turning to you with a more serious expression.

“this high will probably feel a bit more intense than anything the tea could do, so just take it easy okay? if you start feeling bad, please tell me,” he emphasizes. “promise?” he holds out his pinky.

you nod, linking your own pinky around his. he tightens the hold and you feel your heart tighten a bit in turn. the emotions whirling in you are too complex to decipher, ranging from slight anxiety at the thought of actually being high to gratitude for hyuck’s reassurance.

“just watch, okay?” he places the blunt between his lips, lighter flicking at its edge as he inhales for a few seconds. he holds the smoke in, rotating the blunt a few times before straining his neck up to exhale a hefty cloud of smoke.

the sight leaves you breathless. hyuck is attractive, and of that you have been sure since the day you met.

but this hyuck, sitting next to you in his black leather jacket and dark jeans on the baggier side stirs something inside of you. it’s just one hit, but you’re outright entranced by his movements. he brings the blunt back to his mouth for another hit, and flicks it on an ash tray sitting on the table as he holds in the smoke.

your eyes don’t leave his hands, adorned in a few simple rings as he moves as if it’s just muscle memory, smooth and rehearsed. he again lifts his head to release the smoke, and this time you can see a vein that trails down his thick neck as it comes into full view.

what is likely not even half a minute feels like an eternity to you, and it takes a couple calls of your name to snap you out of your trance.

“earth to __? wanna try now?” hyuck waves his hand in front of you, offering the freshly ashed blunt.

“just a couple seconds, and not too strong of a pull. hold it in for a few seconds before releasing the smoke,” he instructs as you pick it out of his grasp. you nod, bringing it to your mouth.

you do as he says, pulling only for a few seconds before passing it back to him, intending to hold the smoke in. you don’t get to that point though, for as soon as the two second mark hits, your throat constricts as you involuntarily cough up the smoke you pulled from the blunt.

curses leave hyuck’s mouth as he quickly puts out the blunt, scrambling to hand you the water he brought earlier. you take it quickly, letting the water soothe your throat as you continue coughing between sips.

“are you okay?” he asks, worried expression on his face.

“i-i’m good, i thought i was gonna do better than that for my first one though,” you admit sheepishly.

“hey, we’ve got a lot of time to practice,” he reassures.

you’re not sure if the weed is already hitting you, but the warm hanging lights seem to illuminate his face even more. his fingers play with a silver chain laying on his white shirt.

“do you want to try another? or are you good?” he asks, peering into your face to check for any signs of dicomfort.

“i’ll try one more time,” you resolve, and he grins, firing the lighter back up. he holds the blunt up in front of you, and your hand moves to grab it, but he doesn’t let go, keeping it steady in front of your mouth.

“go for it, sunshine,” he gives you the go ahead, still holding it for you as your mind screams at the intimacy. you lean forward a bit to take a small hit of the blunt, trying to ignore his eyes burning into you. you make sure to inhale a little less than the first time.

“goood, just like that, now hold it in for a bit.”

you lean back into the chair as hyuck brings the blunt to his own lips, taking a drag out of it as he watches you carefully. this time, your throat doesn’t constrict, and you blow the smoke upwards emulating his earlier movements.

“that’s my girl,” he praises, smile stretched wide. you were doing so well, but his praise catches you at the very last bit of smoke leaving your throat, causing a hitch in your throat as you lightly cough.

he hands you the water again, patting your back as you curse under your breath.

“don’t worry, it’s still your first time, and i’ve heard coughing after smoking gets you even higher,” he coos, pats turning into gentle circles on your back.

you feel hyperaware of his touch, but when his hand separates from your form a piece of you longs to have it back. you glance at him as he takes another hit. you might not necessarily know what feeling high feels like yet, but whatever you’re feeling right now might just be it.

the anxiety and gratitude you felt coming into the smoke session has melted into something else — a desire of some sort that you can’t put your finger on. you know that’s not from the substance now in your system.

all you know is that the fuzzy feeling in your body and mind along with the dark-haired man next to you is something you could get used to.

after that day, something definitely shifted. you see hyuck a lot more, and every time he comes more than excited to teach you something new.

the next time you see him it’s pipes. he came prepared with two — one for you and him, and sent you home with the one you were using once you got the hang of it, insisting it liked you better.

another time is bongs. this one was pretty hard for you to get a hang of, and his hands guided yours on how to hold the bong and when to take out the bowl. it was hard to stay focused on the steps with his casual physical contact, so you’d have to revisit that.

one of the days, he even brings his dab rig set up to show you. you were completely lost with this one, and he didn’t force it, just assuring you that you could always come to him and he’d have it all ready and set for you.

he takes pride in showing you his creations, and is always quick to affirm you as you learn. while he never explicitly said he was doing it, you could tell after the first time you smoked that he wanted to find ways to make smoking a little easier on you.

you recall a specific day you came over to the shop, promised the “hyuckie special” by its namesake over the phone the night before. you were surprised to see someone other than hyuck in the shop once you arrived, especially since it was after hours.

“are you the one donghyuck’s been bringing around here?” a tall man with ashy brown hair tucked behind his ears stood behind the counter. he was really handsome, but also slightly intimidating. the tattoos on his exposed arms reminded you of your initial idea of what a plug looked like.

you muttered a timid yes as you approached the man. he definitely looked a little older than you and hyuck.

“johnny, i’m the owner of your little love nest,” he joked, hand reached out to shake yours.

you shook his hand, introducing yourself as you tried to tell him you’re just friends. before you could, hyuck busted through the front door, eyes going to your joined hands.

he stomped up to you, throwing an arm around your shoulder as you stepped back from the counter.

“what are we talking about?” he asked, pointed look at johnny. johnny just laughed loudly, clutching his stomach as you stood there, confused.

“relax lover boy,” he regained composure, turning to you. “thanks for keeping him busy, i should’ve known something was up when he stopped texting me every week whining about the shop.”

hyuck’s hand tightened around your shoulder, and he started tugging you around the back.

“don’t listen to him, bye,” he called not even looking back. johnny just waved, trying to keep down another laugh at his cousin’s erratic behavior.

“bye, __, see you around!” he waved, you returning it as best you could as hyuck pushed you through the door. as soon as you reached the back patio, a sulky hyuck started grumbling.

“you won’t be seeing him, he’s barely at his own shop anyways.” he plopped down on the couch, emptying his pockets as usual.

a lilac colored tin stuck out among his materials, and you picked it up to see what it was. his familiar neat handwriting spelled out your name.

“made that one for you, think you’d really like it,” he noticed you observing it, sulkiness gone.

a floral, herbal scent wafted to your senses once you opened it, and inside you saw a few joints.

“that’s the hyuckie special — or should i say the __ special?” he pondered, taking them from you to show them off. “i know you secretly prefer joints so don’t argue with me, but this one is a custom blend of a hybrid strain and dried lavender, you know, for your sleeping problem.”

you didn’t know what to say besides thank you over and over, touched at his consideration and the fact that he made a blend just for you. only for you.

from then on, that special blend quickly became your favorite as it really did help you relax a bit more. he would have his blunts of choice while you settled on the special formula made just for you.

your time with hyuck definitely shifted, but it wasn’t the only thing — something in you shifted as well.

that desire you felt that first night you smoked only burns brighter and hotter — the phone calls aren’t ever enough anymore, you need to see him, to be with him. even with a busy schedule with work and other friends, you make time, because being with him feels like nothing you have ever felt before.

somewhere along the routine of monotony in your life, maybe you subconsciously pushed yourself to the back of your priorities. but with hyuck, the way he takes care of you just makes you feel so prioritized, so seen.

he remembers your favorites and preferences even if mentioned only in passing, teases you with inside jokes only he could know, follows up on any gossip or worries you share, picks you up and drops you off at home, and never lets you pay for anything — food or weed alike.

you’ve never had an easier time falling asleep, with or without weed, and you can only assume that this connection with hyuck gave you a way of navigating the anxieties and negative feelings that plagued you. he felt like your person.

you could swear jeno’s eyes could fall out of his head from how wide-eyed he stares at you as you tell him all of this, from the generous lessons to the custom blend to your complex feelings growing by the day.

“you better not tell him any of this,” you warn, but jeno’s expression is still in shock. “what is it?”

“are you sure we’re talking about the same guy? hyuck? like lee donghyuck??” jeno asks in disbelief.

“yes?? who else would i be talking about?” you’re confused by your best friend’s reaction.

“no fucking way, because the hyuck i know would never do any of that. i don’t even think he knows when my birthday is,” he says.

“to be fair, i don’t think he knows when mine is either?” you offer. jeno looks straight into your eyes, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“no i mean to say — he doesn’t pay anyone that much attention, even his friends, and i know he’d never willingly shell out his weed money, let alone every single time you’re together,” he explains. “i thought the weed lesson was gonna be a one- or two-time thing, not a whole series.”

you didn’t think so either. the time you spend together isn’t even lesson-like anymore, with it just being smoke or tea sessions with endless conversation. there’s no clear definitions, but you know you need to ask jeno’s opinion.

“do you think he likes me? like likes me?” you ask your best friend. it feels silly to ask like that, to have feelings that makes you unable to think of anyone else.

but you ask even though you think you know. you’d be blind to not notice his actions, the look in his eyes, and johnny’s insinuations. jeno’s surprise at his special treatment of you is just further confirmation.

“honestly, in my eyes he’s down bad, but do you like him?” jeno asks, unsure if he’s liking where your conversation is going.

you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t. somewhere along the course of this whole thing, that desire that planted the first time you ever met him grew every time afterward and bloomed into something you could no longer contain.

you never tried to deny it, but you’re realizing this is your first time actually admitting it. you look down, suddenly shy under the focused gaze of your best friend.

“jen, i do. i really do like him,” you confess, entire body warming at the quiet declaration.

jeno’s quiet for a second before letting out a groan in response. you look up to see him with a hand over his face.

“what’s wrong?” you’re slightly offended at that response, but jeno just shakes his head.

“nothing, just always knew he was a corny flirt, just never thought you’d eat that up,” he muses. “he’s annoying, but he’s not a bad guy.”

“should i tell him?” you ask, hoping for advice. jeno shrugs.

“that’s up to you, i don’t know what your relationship with him looks like besides what you’ve told me,” he replies, not giving you an answer you so desperately want. “what i do know is i’ll kick his ass if he ever hurts you, and you can never replace me. got it?”

you lunge at your best friend, squeezing him affectionately and barraging him with promises of unchanging friendship.

you sit at your dining table reading the label of a little bag.

“a friend left this at mine the other day and told me to keep it, but i don’t fuck with weed so you can have it, little miss stoner,” jeno had said, giving you a bag of gummy edibles before dropping you off at home after dinner.

you thanked him for it at the time, taking it with you inside. edibles are the form of weed you are least experienced with. hyuck had explained them briefly, but you’ve never done them with him since he doesn’t really like them too much. he reasoned that smoking helps him control his intake better.

you’re feeling a little daring tonight, however. you have a lot more experience with weed now, and your tolerance has definitely risen.

though you’re a little nervous about trying them without hyuck, it’s too late to call and you feel a bit more confident at your weed capabilities. the you from the beginning of this weed journey would be surprised at how much you’ve changed.

it’s just a little gummy, how bad could it be? plus you have the next day off, kicking that worry. you pull out a single pineapple gummy, splitting it into halves before eating one. you settle into your couch, turning on your tv to let the edible kick in.

when an hour passes and you still don’t feel anything, you’re confused. you look up how long it takes for an edible to hit and check the package for an expiration date, but everything seems fine. has your tolerance risen that much?

you pick up the other half of the gummy, looking at it carefully before deciding it wouldn’t hurt to have a little more. the dosage per piece is not anything concerning, so you eat the other half without thinking too much.

when your eyes start to blur in the next 5 minutes, you know you’ve made a mistake.

you’re glued to your couch, staring at the ceiling as the high runs through your body, feeling a slight tingle from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, coming and going in intense waves. your thoughts race, and 99% of your thoughts are consumed by hyuck, hyuck, and hyuck.

an uncertain amount of time has passed, your phone forgotten somewhere in your apartment, but you feel like you’re in an endless cycle of a million thoughts turning into no thoughts at all, all while your body is experiencing such a new, yet heavy feeling.

the smoking high is definitely different from this edible high, and you start to understand why hyuck prefers the former.

you don’t feel like you’re in control of yourself at all, and the feeling is entirely too overwhelming. the second half of that edible hits, with the high intensifying and your thoughts jumping yet again.

a feeling of dread runs through you.

you had been doing well keeping a general positive/neutral train of thought on that first half of the edible, but the second a single negative thought hits you, you find yourself unable to stop the spiral.

why did you do this to yourself? don’t you need to focus on other things? are you going to let this be another thing that drags you down? what does hyuck really think of you? do you really think he feels the same way as you?

you fight back against your own thoughts, wrestling to tell yourself that everything with him has been nothing but good, but the intensity of this high brings an entirely new side to all of this — paranoia.

hyuck had explained before that paranoia could come with being high, but you had overtime forgotten the possibility. being high has given nothing but good times and relaxation, but all of that could probably be attributed to the company you had getting there.

you don’t even realize you have tears streaming out of your eyes until your hand comes back wet after rubbing your face.

it’s all too much, and more than anything your mind screams that you need hyuck.

you force yourself to get up, hazy eyes looking for your phone, spotting it on the dining table.

12:27am. hyuck should still be awake gaming, and you can only hope that he is. you crumple to the floor as you quickly find his contact and call him.

only one ring passes when he picks up.

“what’s up, sunshine?” his voice rings through the speaker and you can hear the click of his mouse and keyboard in the background. immediately a sense of relief washes through your body, slightly breaking through the high and has the tears flowing harder than before.

“h-hyuck,” you sob, and immediately the sound of clicking stops.

“are you crying? what’s wrong? are you okay?” his concern makes you want to cry even more, but more than that you want him here with you.

“hyuck, i-i took an edible and i think i took too much and i’m so overwhelmed right now — i can’t stop thinking and crying and i’m just so scared,” you weep, and you hear rustling coming from the phone and the clinking of keys before you’re even done with your sentence.

“stay on the phone with me, baby, i’ll be right there, what’s your apartment number?”

he really knows you like the back of his hand. somehow, he knows that what you need most is him. even if he didn’t know that, the fact that he’s rushing over without you even having to ask helps you shut down the voices that tell you he doesn’t care.

10 minutes of affirmations and sweet words come as you cry, trying so desperately to hold back from telling him everything you’ve been feeling, including what you feel about him.

when his call cuts off with a knock at your front door, you stumble over to let him in, legs having fallen asleep from your position on the floor as you called him.

as soon as you open the door and see him, hair freshly washed and in a hoodie and sweats, the anxiety leaves you like a spell. his glasses are slightly fogged, and he’s catching his breath from rushing up here.

the second he gets a glimpse of your puffy eyes and tear streaked face, he comes in, enveloping you in the warmest, tightest hug.

you immediately melt into him, wrapping your arms around him as he leans back against the front door. you stay there for a few minutes, emptying your eyes out as he comforts you.

“hey, why is my pretty girl crying? what are you so scared of? i’m right here,” he coos as one arm remains securely around you as the other hand alternates between patting your head and massaging the back of your neck.

when the tears seem to have subsided, he waddles over with you still in his arms to your living room couch, and you remain firmly attached to him. he checks your face for anymore tears, and when he finds none, sits you on the couch to get you some water.

“where are your cups?” he asks, checking the cabinets, and you tell him there’s bottles in the fridge. you look at him from your spot on the couch, and immediately feel your heart pang.

this is the first time he’s actually been inside your apartment, but you can’t help but think that he looks so perfect here — that your living space somehow feels more complete than it ever has.

when he sits down with you, handing you tissues and water, he has a hand on your arm, rubbing up and down as you gulp down some water, only now realizing how dry your mouth is.

“so you wanna tell me what’s going through that pretty head of yours? and who you got these edibles from? because i know it wasn’t fucking me.” some agitation peeks through his otherwise neutral tone, but his eyes are serious as he waits for your answer.

you tell him about how jeno gave it to you, and hand him the package as he reads the label.

“you had one piece right? that should be fine, but it looks like you might be a bit more sensitive to this since it’s your first time with edibles.” he scolds you lightly, tapping your forehead. “still, i wish you would have called me to at least be on the phone with you when you tried it.”

“i-i wanted to, trust me. but it was late and i thought i could handle it,” you explain.

“that’s why i hate those things, only take them when i really want to feel high as shit, but look what they’ve done to you, baby,” he frowns, going back to rubbing your arms up and down. “any weed needs, you come to me, okay? don’t need my girl going to others for that when i’ve got more than enough.”

my girl.

you realize in your hazy state that his usual “sunshine” has been replaced with other, more endearing, names — my girl, my pretty girl, baby. the sound of his voice has always been addicting to you, but the affectionate names leaving his mouth take it a step further.

you want to hear more. with a boldness that could only be fueled by the weed still running its course through your system, you lean into him, laying your head on his shoulder.

“can you call me that again?” you murmur into his shoulder.

“what?” his voice right next to your ear sends chills all over your body.

“you know.. your girl.. i really like how that sounds.” immediately he’s separated from you, hands holding you at the upper arms as he looks at you with wide eyes.

“what?” he repeats again, and you could almost laugh at how shocked he looks at you mentioning a name he called you.

“your girl.. or baby too..” you say, dazed. you are definitely coming down from your high, but the ensuing sleepiness is making you even more honest. but more than anything, you want to be honest with him right now.

“wanna be your baby, hyuck.”

he lets out a pained groan at your words, running a hand over his face.

“__, you’re high as fuck. you don’t know what you’re saying,” he says, bottom lip between his teeth.

“i know what i’m saying,” you hook your finger around his chain, tugging him a little closer. “i want you to be my baby, too.”

you lean in, closing the distance between you as your faces hover just centimeters from each other. hyuck holds his breath, eyes darting from your glossy eyes down to your lips. he can’t help it, eyes getting hazy as you close the distance, kissing him.

he returns your energy, pressing closer to you with his hands grasping your waist. he moves to deepen the kiss, but after a few seconds the pressure on your waist increases, shutting his eyes tighter before pushing you back slightly.

“i hope you still mean this in the morning, because i want to be yours too,” he has a slightly pained smile. “but you’re so high right now, i don’t want to do anything you’d regret once you’re sober.” you whine at him trying to kiss him again while he stops you, holding your shoulders.

“don’t tempt me, you don’t know how hard you’re making this for me, baby.” he gets up, tugging you up along with him. “let’s get you to bed, sunshine.” he lets you lead him to your bedroom, his hands set on your shoulders, and you plop down on your bed, eyes already heavy.

you hold out your arms to him.

“sleep here tonight?” you ask, and he groans after slapping a hand over his eyes.

“you’re testing me,” he chokes out. you jut out your lower lip, but your eyes threaten to shut any moment.

“i’m not testing you, i just want to wake up to you, is that too much to ask?” in his eyes, you look so cute cuddled up in your bed, eyes begging him to stay. his heart soars as he realizes the sight he’s seen in his dreams could be a reality, starting now.

“i really can’t win against you, just give me a second.” he leaves for a little while, turning off the lights throughout your apartment and making sure the front door is locked before sliding into bed with you.

he immediately pulls you by the waist closer to him, and you, drifting to sleep, cuddle into his chest.

“i won’t do anything okay? don’t worry about anything,” he promises sincerely.

“thank you hyuck.. thank you..” you mumble a bit, nuzzling into him further, sleep taking over. he just holds you tighter.

“sleep tight, sunshine.”

that’s the last thing you hear before you enter into a deep, deep sleep, feeling secure and warm wrapped up in hyuck’s arms.

you wake up to soft snoring and long arms wrapped around you, and as you rub the sleep from your eyes his face comes into full view.

hyuck is sleeping so peacefully in front of you, and if one thing remains from your raging high last night, it’s that hyuck just fits perfectly in your space, it feels overwhelmingly good in his arms, and you want him here always.

“i like you,” the words come out as a whisper as you brush some hair from his forehead. he pops one eye open, elliciting a gasp from you.

“all good, sunshine?” he asks, and you nod. in a second he’s closing the distance between you two, laying a tender kiss on your lips. his arms tighten around you as you lean into him, letting yourself indulge in his warm kisses.

“this isn’t a dream right?” you ask sleepily, and he chuckles at the way you open and close your eyes to see if he’s still there.

“you dream about me?” he grins, and you hide your face back in his chest, nodding slowly. “good, because i dream about you too.”

any sleepiness you had has dissipated completely, and you feel like your heart would explode if you met his eyes right now. his hand, however, meets your chin to tilt your head back up.

“i like you too, by the way, if it wasn’t already obvious,” and with his own confession he meets your lips once more.

it takes a while for the two of you to get out of bed, with both of you dozing off and on, sharing lazy kisses and cuddles until hyuck’s stomach starts rumbling.

“maybe we should get something to eat?” you suggest, starting to slip off the blanket. he’s quick to try and stop you, but before he can catch you you’ve stood up, tugging hyuck by the arm.

“5 more minutes, pleaaaase,” he whines, arm going limp at your efforts to get him up.

“it’s already almost dinnertime, hyuck,” you check your phone, surprised at how much time has passed. his glasses sit next to your phone on the nightstand. while you’re distracted, he sits up at the edge of the bed, looking at you with a darker expression.

his hands trail down your waist, squeezing lightly once he reaches your hips. you drop your phone to be met with his hooded eyes trained on your lips. his eyes meet yours, and your breath hitches as he tightens his grip on your hips.

“i think i’d like to eat something else,” he whispers, leaning into your neck, peppering kisses from the bottom of your chin down your throat. you let out a surprised whimper at the sensation, chills running down your arms.

you move your head down, wanting to kiss him, and as if he reads your mind, his lips meet yours with a passion mirroring the one from the night before.

“lay down, let me get my fill, sunshine,” he urges, feeling himself already incredibly hard at the thought of himself between your legs.

“we’ve been in bed all day, we should take showers and eat first or something,” you start, but you’re cut off with a sharp tug, hyuck pulling you beside him. he sinks to his knees by your legs hanging off the bed.

“later, i need you so bad, you have no idea.” his hands move under your shirt as he loops his hands in the waistband of your sleep shorts.

“do you want this, baby?” he asks as you lean back on your arms, meeting his pleading eyes from his spot between your legs. you gnaw on your lip, already feeling the dampness on your panties. you do want this. so bad.

“i want you, hyuck,” you give him the go ahead. he’s more than willing to give you everything you want and more. he pulls your shorts down your legs, groaning at the sight of the wet patch on your underwear.

he pulls that off as well, spreading your lips with his pointer and middle fingers as he admires your core.

“stop staring, it’s embarrassing,” you look away, hips shifting as you feel yourself getting more and more turned on by the second.

“just admiring, baby,” he states warmly, glancing up at your embarrassed expression as he wraps his arms around your legs, hands digging in as he grabs at the flesh of your thighs.

he leans in, licking a stripe from your entrance up to your clit, ending his trail with a swirl of your bud. you moan out at the sensation, clutching at your sheets as he really gets his fill.

he’s messy, tongue going from prodding at your entrance to his face moving side to side over your clit. a growl leaves his throat as he feels your hands move to grip his hair.

“you don’t even know what you were doing to me last night, baby,” he groans into your cunt. “had me going fucking crazy.”

one of his arms unwraps from your thigh, hand pushing at your legs to keep them spread as his long fingers prod at your entrance, one entering you slowly as you grip his hair even tighter. he drags it in and out of you in time with the circles he licks around your clit.

“you’re my baby, right?” he asks, voice sending vibrations through you. he inserts another finger into your entrance and curls them into you, feeling around for a spot that will get you moving just right. he’s stretching you out so well, getting you prepared, wanting you to feel good.

you can’t even respond, already feeling your mind start to wander off, feeling a high so different from every other one he’s shown you. he finds a spot that makes you squeal just a bit higher, and he pistons his fingers in and out to hit that spot just right.

“where’s my sunshine from last night? the one hanging on to me, cute as fuck,” he recalls your high state, how you just melted into him in a different way from how he had you now.

“come on, one more time, don’t you remember? wanna be your baby, hyuck,” raising his voice to a teasing tone in a half-hearted imitation of you. his fingers don’t falter in the slightest.

“please sunshine, let me hear that again?” your mouth, open from the cries leaving you, can’t form any words. he leans down to lay a hard suck on your clit, sending you over the edge as you cry out, legs clamping down on his head as he rides out your orgasm.

he detaches from you as your legs drop, and he stands up between them to get a full view of you fucked out for him.

“fuck, baby, you look so fucking good right now. straight out of my dreams.” he palms himself over his sweats, feeling like he could burst any second, before ripping off his hoodie.

the sight of him standing over you, silver chain lying on his bare chest, is also something out your own dreams. you can feel yourself clench seeing his cock straining through his sweats. you catch your breath, mustering the energy squeeze him between your thighs.

in a second he’s pulling his sweats down, hard member slapping his stomach as he lays it on top of your core, admiring how it looks on your body.

“does my pretty girl need to be filled up?” he teases, pushing your legs up as he starts to tease at your entrance with his tip. you want it so bad, need it.

“then let me hear it, you’re my baby, right?” he lets his tip catch onto your entrance as you gasp.

“f-fuck, hyuck, i’m your baby! i’m your ba-” the second half of the word comes out as a shriek at the feeling of him entering you, bottoming out right away thanks to his prep. the feeling of being so full winds you, stealing the air from your lungs.

he hisses as your pussy grips him, throwing his head up. you can see the vein on his neck protruding, thick neck strained as he tries to get himself in check.

“relax for me, please baby,” he pleads through gritted teeth, circling your clit. “can’t move like this, i’ll cum too soon.”

you breathe in and out as the two of you try to reel it in, and his hips start to move slowly as he feels you adjust to him.

“you’ve been my baby since the day we met,” he breathes out. “since the time you told me you could take it.”

his voice has always been addicting, over the phone, in person, sober or high, but the way he talks to you in this moment just stirs something in your gut. you can’t stop yourself from clenching at his words.

“oh, you like when i talk to you like that?” he pulls out to push you up so your legs are no longer hanging off the bed, making his way to hover above you as he re-enters you.

“you’ve always been so good for me, always so eager to learn, always so willing to take everything i give you,” he lowers himself as he says this straight into your ear. his hips pick up the pace again, hissing at the clench from his words.

“can you, f-fuck, can you take it now?” he breathes out as he feels himself reaching you deeper and deeper.

“i-i can take it, hyuck, i can take it,” you moan out, tears pricking at your eyes as you shut them tight. he’s fucking you so well, and you can only moan as you do just that — take everything he’s giving you.

“you know ’d never do any of this for anyone else, o-only you baby, just wanna make my girl happy,” your heart clenches at his words along with your pussy.

“thought m-my heart was gonna stop when, shit, w-when you called me crying,” his words come out more choked as his hips rut against yours more desperately, starting to feel his own high coming.

“need to be with you a-always, be the only reason you’re crying.” you can only chant his name and yes as you feel the band in your stomach start to get tighter and tighter.

“i’d fucking do anything for you, i’m yours,” he chokes out, and your nails dig into his back.

“i’m your baby, i’m yours, i’m yours,” you repeat, brain unable to form anything else. his kisses your neck before moving his head back above you, his chain swinging against your face as his pelvic bone slaps against your clit harshly.

he moves his head up to kiss you deeply, messy remnants of your own arousal still on his toungue. the bed is creaking under the harsh movements as you get closer and closer.

tears stream down the sides of your face as the band snaps, sending you hurling over the edge as your back arches, gripping onto him tightly.

he curses under his breath repeatedly, hips stuttering to push through the tightness as he cums inside with a loud groan, pushing his head into your neck as he fills you up completely.

he goes limp on top of you, lying there for a bit as you both catch your breath. his softening cock is still inside of you, and you can feel yourself getting drowzy until his stomach rumbles.

he hisses as he pulls out, rolling over to lie down next to you. you turn your head to look at him, entire body spent. your eyes meet his, so soft and full of awe. he looks just as worn, but little do you know, he’s just getting started.

“round 2 after dinner?”

the next morning, a half-asleep hyuck nuzzles you to wake you up, having set an alarm for your work shift.

“sleep okay, sunshine?” his morning voice is deep and groggy, and it’s taking everything in you to not call out for the day.

you feel pretty well rested until you realize how sore your entire body is as soon as you try to wiggle out of his bear hug. his arms wrapped around you are unmoving as he tries unsuccessfully to fully wake himself up as well.

forcing yourself to sit up, you rub your sore back. his hands are still stubbornly attached to your form.

“like a baby,” you reply. you grab your phone, checking your schedule for today, concluding that it’s flexible enough to take a sick day. you text your manager, settling back into hyuck’s arms as you tell him you’re staying home. eyes still half-closed, he presses kisses into every part of your face his lips can find.

“good.” his response is simple as he speaks with his actions, pulling you in closer as the two of you drift back into sleep.

you’re content knowing that your mission to get rid of your sleeping problem was a 100% success, in more ways than just through weed, and that it’s ending with you having more than you could have asked for.

end.

a/n: if you got to the end, thank you so much for reading!!! i know i say this about every fic i've written, but this one was truly truly self-indulgent. it's my first full fic for my ult, longest fic yet, and a birthday present to myself :')

i really appreciate all the support for everything even though i have long gaps between releases. i have had sm fun, and i hope you all enjoy!! this one's more plot than porn but it's def getting a pt2 that's the opposite (it's already planned). thank you again, feedback always loved and appreciated!!

disclaimer: know your limits when consuming weed of any kind. also not all edibles are bad and can be so chill, just for my personal experience my own tolerance of edibles is low compared to smoking 😭 reactions/tolerances vary among people (edibles work better than smoking for many!) but pls be in safe place or with trusted people if you are trying weed for the first time !!!

-coco ♡

birthday party. (m)

pairing: yuta x afab!reader x hyuck

words: 4.6k+

summary: if he’s being honest, the only reason yuta can’t get close to donghyuck is because he wants to fuck his girlfriend.

genre: smut

warnings: threesome, yuta and haechan are mean, reader is fucked stupid, butt plugs, vibrators, mention of dildos, a little dubcon, anal, face fucking, squirting, major degradation, double penetration, creampies

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