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as expected, jewel did it again ✨ i swear i always click the read more KNOWING you’re gonna rock my world and step on my face it’s just that good 💞 thank you so so much for thissss, i loved it to pieces gonna read a few million times again <3 <3
SURE THING (L.DH)
pairing. haechan x fem!reader
genre. smut…that’s it
word count. 11k
contents & warnings. drug use (weed) mentioned; reader partakes, oral (receiving), unprotected sex, fingering (receiving), mild dacryphilia, hair pulling (giving, receiving)
notes. this is the first time in maybe ever that i’ve (1) written a fic in chronological order (2) finished a fic this long this quickly. this may actually be a record for me! anyway, this fic is inspired by the following song lyrics!
girl, i love it when we high. do it turn you on, shawty? tell me if i’m wrong. i can see it in your eyes when you’re high that you feelin’ my vibes, baby, you ain’t gotta lie. i been waiting all day to get high with you, shawty, you know you my boo, i got all this weed for you, girl, let’s get high tonight, shawty, let’s get high, shawty. (high - pnb rock & dj luke nasty)
even when the sky comes fallin’, even when the sun don’t shine, i got faith in you and i; just put your pretty little hand in mine. (sure thing - miguel)
“Hey!” Jaemin greets you when he opens the front door to see you standing there patiently. He ushers you in, and not a moment too soon, because the shorts and blouse you chose to wear are definitely a flattering outfit, but maybe not the most sensible considering it’s almost midnight and there’s no sun to provide any warmth to your bare legs and slightly exposed midriff. “Did you seriously not wear a coat?”
“Yeah, I know, don’t tell Jeno.” You mumble, rubbing your arms to give yourself some warmth through the friction. “Thought I’d make it for the brief little walk from my house to Jeno’s.” You’re well aware that Jeno fusses over you not entirely unlike a mother, scolding you for your (many) bad choices and worrying over you. You weren’t fully thinking about wearing a coat when you were getting ready, and by the time you realized you’d left it at home, you were too far in your journey to consider turning back.
“You and I both know Jeno isn’t who you have to worry about,” Jaemin chuckles as he heads towards the kitchen with you on his heels. The further into the house you go, the more aware you become of your surroundings, the smoke swirling in the air from blunts, bongs, and bowls alike creating a fog that makes itself more prevalent in the light, and the smell of weed is strong—like, knock-you-off-your-damn-feet strong.
“Is he here?” You ask, voice lowered surreptitiously as you approach the topic of the unnamed person you may or may not have come to see.
“Of course he’s here,” Jaemin snorts, moving to open the fridge and pulling out a can of soda. “He knew there was a chance you were coming.”
“Shut up,” You finally manage to mumble, shoving his shoulder and leaning your backside against the island countertop so you can maintain your glare in Jaemin’s direction.
“You know it’s true.” Jaemin teases, and you mumble bitterly under your breath, fidgeting with various aspects of your appearance until Jaemin swats at your hands. “Will you stop? You already look good, I promise!”
“You know it’s true.” Jaemin teases, and you mumble bitterly under your breath, fidgeting with various aspects of your appearance until Jaemin swats at your hands. “Will you stop? You already look good, I promise!”
“Not like I did this for you, anyway,” You huff, stilling after the words leave your mouth and meeting Jaemin’s smug gaze with a sheepish expression. “Shit.” You mutter, turning away from him and placing your palms on the countertop, the cool surface calming your nerves slightly.
“Who’d you do it for, then?” Jaemin presses, and you shake your head vehemently, a small whine escaping you when he walks around to the other side of the island and mirrors your stance, now staring dead at your face. Even averting your gaze does nothing to protect you from his scrutiny, and you whine louder, even stomping your foot slightly. “Did you just stomp your foot?” He asks in amused disbelief, and you suck your teeth, glaring at him and looking away again.
If you were watching Jaemin, you would have caught on when Jaemin’s eyebrows lifted in intrigue, eyes locked on something behind you, and a devilish little smile started to grow on his face. You don’t even notice as Jaemin looks over your shoulder repeatedly, your mind too caught up in trying to save face.
It’s when a warmth presses against your back and a hand appears from behind you and places itself beside your hand on the counter that you realize Jaemin was looking at something—or, you think as the presence behind you lets out a familiar chuckle, someone.
Haechan’s free hand tickles across the back of your thighs, only satisfied when you squirm slightly, and continues up to rest just under the hem of your shorts, fingers ghosting along the closest patch of skin to your ass that Haechan can get away with touching. His physical attention only lasts for a moment, his hand stilling when you look behind you and lock eyes with him. He’s as devastatingly attractive as always, dark hair messily tousled off of his forehead and revealing his eyebrows, which he wiggles at you in a flirtatious greeting, the corner of his mouth curling upwards into a crooked grin.
“Hi,” You greet him quietly, mirroring his smile, and he moves his hand from not-quite-your-ass and shifts beside you to mirror your position.
“Hey,” He replies in kind, eyes shamelessly scanning your body and lingering in a way that makes the chill of the night air you braved all worth it. “You come alone?”
“Yeah.” You answer, tossing a glance in Jaemin’s direction to see that he’s nowhere to be found. “It’s a short commute.”
“That’s not safe,” Haechan points out, and you hum in acknowledgement. “Let me know next time, and I’ll come get you.”
“Well, aren’t you sweet?” You chuckle with a teasing lilt, and Haechan snickers.
“As sugar,” He answers, grinning cheekily.
“Oh! That reminds me,” You say with a start, turning slightly to face him. “Do you have edibles?” You bat your lashes at him as prettily as you can, and he raises an eyebrow, laughing quietly to himself.
“Of course I do,” He answers you with an assuring smile.
“Do you have the gummy ones?” You ask, and he chuckles, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out something that crinkles familiarly, your eyes lighting up as you reach for his emerging hand.
“Anything for my girl.” He hums, and your eyes roll back into your head as you groan quietly in delight—you’re reacting to the affectionate term, but thankfully have something to mask it with—and take the proffered gummy from his hand, popping it into your mouth. The odd little aftertaste of the gummy is your indicator that there isn’t just sugar in the treat, and it fades away as you chew, only the sweetness lingering on your tongue once you’ve swallowed.
“I like that,” You muse, and he hums in question. “‘Anything for my girl,’” You mimic his voice, and he laughs openly at that, eyes twinkling with mirth when they refocus on you.
“Is that really what I sound like?” He asks, amused, and you shake your head.
“Nope—I promise you sound much hotter than that.” You assure him, and his eyebrows raise, eyes widening slightly in an impressed expression.
“Oh, really?” He presses, and you nod, smiling.
“Your voice is so hot,” You confess, blinking heavy-lidded eyes at him as he raises an eyebrow at you. “Especially when it’s all low and croaky after you smoke and shit.”
“Mhm?” Haechan leans closer to you, moving the hand closest to you to the other side of you, trapping you in his embrace.
“Yeah,” You sigh, the word coming out a bit more dreamily than you would have liked as you lean back somewhat so your back is to his chest and turn to look at him. “You could probably make me do anything when you talk like that.”
“Oh, yeah?” He murmurs, leaning over so his lips are right by your ear. “Mm…take your shirt off.” He purrs, a teasing cadence to his voice, and a snort escapes you before you can stop it. “Kidding,” He chuckles, and your amusement bubbles over as you reach a hand up to cover your mouth to contain the laughter that spills out.
“You play too much,” You chuckle, shaking your head, and he scrunches his face up in disdain.
“I play just enough,” He counters and you turn all the way around to face him so he gets the full view of your very deliberate eye roll. He chuckles and steps closer to you, hands moving to rest on either side of you but significantly closer, deliberately not casual at this point. “When are you gonna come visit me, hm?” His voice softens to a murmur as he leans in closer to you, the warmth of his breath fanning over your cheek before his lips are grazing your earlobe and his cheek brushes up against yours. “Let me smoke you out.”
“You know I’m more of an—”
“Edibles girl,” Haechan finishes with you, smiling. “All the more reason to come visit me. You can either get your little gummy high,” He teases with an audible grin, “or you can smoke and try new things,” Haechan finishes, pulling back to look you directly in the eyes, and you have a feeling he might not be talking about the weed anymore. “It’s a whole different kind of high, angel.” His eyes are trained unwaveringly on yours, unnerving you so deeply that you have to start manually reminding yourself to blink. “I won’t even laugh if you cough and splutter.” He raises one hand up and nods with an air of solemnity and you huff, pushing his chest with a finger. He beams at you and places his hand back on the counter, caging you in once more.
“I know how to smoke, Haechan,” You inform him. “I just don’t like it as much.”
“When have you ever smoked, angel?” He’s eying you with a skeptical half-smile, and you narrow your eyes at him playfully, your lips quivering as you attempt to contain your smile.
“I smoked before I met you. I smoked the day that I met you, actually.” You point out, and his brows furrow thoughtfully as he thinks back. “I haven’t always had a hot guy magically appearing wherever I go with gummy edibles, you know.” You tease, and, by the way his body tenses, you’re pretty sure the compliment wasn’t lost on him.
“Did you just call me hot?” Haechan asks carefully.
“I dunno,” You reply nonchalantly, shrugging and looking away, your lips winning as they stretch into a smile. “That was so long ago, I don’t remember. I live in the now.” Haechan doesn’t say anything for a confusingly long time, so you look back to him to see that he’s watching you with an intent, amused stare, one not unlike a lion watching a gazelle, and if looks could talk, you feel like his would say, “I can’t wait to get you alone.”
“It’s rude to stare,” You quietly scold him in a playful cadence, and he shrugs, gaze unwavering.
“I’m not sorry.”
“You’re wicked.” You huff out an incredulous laugh, and he grins.
“I am,” He agrees. “What would you say if I asked you to come with me somewhere?”
“I would say that I’ve seen stuff like this on Dateline and 48 Hours.” You joke, and he exhales sharply in amusement, clearly not expecting you to say anything of the sort. “Kidding,” You smile widely, and he looks at you, tongue peeking out to wet his lips slowly. “I’d ask where we’re going.”
“I need a new lighter,” Haechan replies, pulling out his old one and trying to turn it on several times to no avail. You look upward, feigning a thoughtful expression, and he groans, laughing as he pushes off the counter entirely and takes your hand in his free one. “Come on, pretty,” He purrs. “How about a little midnight adventure?”
“…Fine.” You decide finally, and he grins widely, squeezing your hand briefly before he starts to tug you after him, only to stop when he realizes that you’re not moving. “I’m only going because I want gummy sharks.” You inform him matter-of-factly, and he laughs, nodding.
“Noted.”
“You should know better than to go out this late with no coat.” Haechan grouches, shrugging off his jacket and draping it over your shoulders.
“And they say chivalry is dead.” You push your arms through the sleeves and you two keep walking to the convenience store.
“What do you mean?” Haechan chuckles.
“Well, first you offered to drive me to Jeno’s,” You explain, “then you brought the gummy edibles you know I like; now you’re giving me your jacket—you’re a real gentleman, huh?”
“Ah, I wouldn’t say that, really.” Haechan sounds somewhat like he’s up to something, and you cast him a suspicious sideways glance. The small smirk on his face as he meets your gaze levelly reveals nothing, and you huff softly.
“Why not?”
“There’s actually something in it for me.” He explains, and you squint in confusion.
“What’s that?” You ask curiously.
“I get to show off to people just how good you look in my jacket.” He answers with a grin, and you can’t hide the smile that pulls at the corners of your mouth.
“Oh, yeah? And ‘just how good’ do I look, Haechan?” You ask, and he chuckles, the sound a little darker than you’re used to it being, and the shift sends a thrill of excitement down your spine.
“Too good for your own good,” He replies, that same little edge to his voice that has piqued the interest of something in your subconscious. “Now, I want you to take my jacket off.”
“Take it off?” You cock your head to the side, confused.
“Take my jacket off…among…other things…” Haechan muses, and realization, giddiness, and nervousness crash over you like waves as Haechan slowly and deliberately moves towards you and backs you up against a random building.
“Oh,” You breathe, your chest tightening as you look anywhere but at him, his dark stare too intent for you.
“Oh,” Haechan chuckles as he mocks your tone. One hand leaves the exterior of the building behind you and drops down to toy with the hem of your shorts but not before grazing the peek of skin revealed by your blouse. “Look so pretty tonight, angel.”
“Thanks,” You mumble, your mouth and throat feeling dry for entirely weed-unrelated reasons.
“Did you get all dressed up for me tonight?” Haechan leans forward to nose at your jaw, tilting your head away from him to give himself access to your neck. It feels like time slows to a stop as he exhales against your skin, goosebumps rising virtually everywhere else, and he presses forward into you ever so slightly. Haechan dawdles around actually pressing his lips to your neck, grazing one or both of his lips against the skin, nuzzling it with the tip of his nose, and you’re about to ask what in the hell he’s waiting for, when you remember that he asked you a question and realize he’s waiting for your answer.
“Yes,” You exhale in a large breath you’d been holding, and Haechan hums in satisfaction, leaning forward and pressing his lips to your neck in a lingering kiss that has desire spreading through you like wildfire, your fingers curling in excitement.
“Mm, how lucky am I, hm? The prettiest girl at that whole party got all cute and dressed up for me.” He coos, words hot against your neck as he alternates between speaking and pressing slow, languid kisses to the skin. “Makes me feel special.”
“You are special,” You say honestly, thanking the powers that be that your reply sounded more casual than simpering.
“Oh, you’re so sweet, angel.” He murmurs against your skin. His tongue slowly traces a stripe up your neck and your breath hitches in surprise, your hand flying up to loosely grab onto his shirt, your fist uselessly clutching the fabric that’s supposed to be covering his chest. “So sweet,” He repeats, and you practically shudder in delight. “I’m special?” Haechan asks with a lopsided grin, lifting his head so you two are face-to-face and his gaze drops from your eyes to your lips almost immediately as the smile starts to fade from his face.
“Yeah,” Your voice is barely above a hushed murmur, but the stillness of the night around you carries your voice just to where it needs to be.
“How special?” Haechan urges, his tone playful, challenging, and devilish all at once.
“H-How—huh?” You ask, thrown off by the question.
“How special am I, angel?” Your lips are practically touching, but Haechan somehow manages to manipulate the space between you two and stretch it even more. His other hand drops off of the wall to wind his arm around your waist, the following tug from him that sends you tumbling forward into his chest eliciting a gasp from you. “Hm?”
You can barely open your eyes, lids heavy with desire, but you can tell one thing: Haechan is about to kiss you.
His lips slowly tease yours apart, his grip around your waist tightens, and Haechan lets out a soft little groan of “Finally,” before connecting your mouths. Your lips are connected for what must be four very blissful seconds, and you’re just about to start committing this to memory when a loud whooping noise from across the street startles you so much that you almost bite down on Haechan’s lip. Haechan sighs deeply, his head dropping down in frustration for a moment before he turns to look at the culprit, which appears to be a random guy in a group of people all walking down the street together.
“Ah, don’t stop now!” The guy calls out encouragingly, and you can hear the slur in his voice telling you that you’re all some sort of not-sober, but you just picked different poisons. You and Haechan don’t acknowledge the last comment from the intoxicated stranger, both of you laughing it off as he slowly unwinds himself from you, letting you straighten yourself out before you two finish out the trek to the convenience store.
As you reach the storefront, Haechan opens the door and holds it for you, following after you. In contrast to the dark of the night sky, the harsh bright white lighting of the convenience store makes you squint slightly upon entering, barely making out the figure of the present worker enough to shoot her a friendly wave and greeting.
She returns your greeting kindly, but when your vision finally adjusts to the store’s lighting, you can see that she only has eyes for Haechan, following his every move around the store like a hawk. You know that look. You give him that look.
She wants him and, honestly, you can’t blame her—Haechan manages to make even looking at different lighters a deeply attractive action.
“Can I help you find anything?” The cashier asks, and you turn to pipe up that you’re fine when you realize that the question wasn’t even directed at you, her eyes still trained on an oblivious Haechan.
“I’m good, thanks,” Haechan mumbles distractedly.
“Okay! Let me know,” She offers, and you huff quietly to yourself.
“‘Let me know,’” You mock the worker’s voice under your breath, making some accompanying teasing faces to yourself. “Didn’t even ask if I needed help finding anything.” You grouch. “I would’ve said yes, too, because I can’t even find the goddamn gummy sharks—oh, here they are.”
You’re so engrossed in your thoughts and your hunt for all the gummies and snacks your heart desires that you don’t notice Haechan approaching you until his breath is against the back of your neck and you jolt violently, whipping your head around to glare at a mischievously grinning Haechan.
“Don’t mind me.” He raises his hands as if to show his harmlessness, and you narrow your eyes at him suspiciously before turning back to your task at hand. He follows your every move as if he just got the job of your personal shadow as you walk along the aisle, compiling gummy snack after snack and his constant, literal breathing down your neck occasionally tickles you into letting out a giggle, only spurring him on further.
“Did you get your gummy sharks?” He asks, amused, and you spare him a glance over your shoulder.
“Of course I got my gummy sharks.” You scoff lightheartedly, and he grins, nodding in approval.
“Good girl,” He murmurs suggestively in your ear, moving just out of your reach when you move to swat him in surprise.
When you’re satisfied with the inventory of snacks you’ve gathered, you head over to the register and place the almost mountainous pile of snacks on the counter with a sheepish smile.
“Will this be all?” The worker asks politely, and you nod, barely noticing her attention shifting to behind you before Haechan is standing right beside you, placing his lighter and a bottle of soda with your pile of snacks and handing the cashier his card without a word to you.
“Wh–Haechan!” You exclaim, looking at him incredulously as he turns to look at you, meeting your gaze calmly with an eyebrow raised inquisitively. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I know. I wanted to.” Haechan answers simply, shrugging as he takes the bag the cashier prepared for you both.
“If I’d known you were gonna do that, I would’ve gotten way less stuff.” You frown, and he coos sympathetically.
“It’s okay; you can just make it up to me someday.” He says with a devilish grin, and you swallow thickly.
“That makes me nervous.” You mumble, and Haechan chuckles, leaning closer to your ear.
“I like you nervous,” He admits in a low murmur, and you make an affronted noise. “It’s cute.”
“Have a nice night,” You both say to the cashier, but she’s only looking at Haechan, making irritation bubble up inside of you.
“You too,” She says to you absentmindedly before refocusing her attention on Haechan. “What’s your name?” Her tone seems to have changed entirely from the professional, “customer service” voice she was using with you to a more playful, lilting, flirtatious one with Haechan.
“Haechan,” He answers with a smile, slightly distracted as he fishes through the bag for the lighter he just purchased.
“Have a good night, Haechan.” She gives him a simpering smile, and you fight the urge to scowl. Surely you don’t look this pathetic when you look at him, right?
“Thank you…Lily.” He smiles as he leans in to read her name tag, and you can see the excitement wash over her, your irritation only building, now directed at Haechan for either not realizing he’s being flirted with or for flirting back.
You take the bag from his hand and shoot the cashier a tight-lipped smile as you exit the store, Haechan right behind you.
As Haechan lights up a joint he pulled from who knows where, you rummage through the bag for a pack of gummy sharks, opening them immediately upon finding them and putting one in your mouth, chewing grumpily.
“You ready?” Haechan asks, and you nod, barely looking at him. As you two start walking, he offers you the joint which you accept begrudgingly, figuring your high needs a little jumpstart.
“Look at you, branching out,” Haechan chuckles, and you shoot him a side-eyed glance, not in the mood for joking around with him.
You take two pulls of the joint and hold each one in until you feel that dull ache in the back of your throat before exhaling slowly. Not before long, the effects seem to have started already, the joint mixing in with the gradually-taking-effect edible as a serenity overtakes your mind, a dopey little smile coming to your face.
When you go to hand the joint back, you look at Haechan and are reminded all over again of the petty little reason you’re upset with him, the irritation not as strong now that the weed’s more in your system, the feeling having morphed into a more petulant annoyance. You two walk in silence before you hear a small chuckle that warrants a sideways look at your walking companion, granting you with the knowledge that Haechan is looking directly at you, studying your features with a sort of calm amusement.
“Look somewhere else.” You grouch, and Haechan snickers around the joint, smoke coming out of his nose briefly before he composes himself and exhales fully.
“And where did this little attitude come from, hm?” Haechan asks lightheartedly, and your brows furrow in aggravation.
“Oh, I don’t know,” You counter with a pointed huff. “Maybe I picked it up at the convenience store while you and the cashier—I believe her name was Lily—were flirting and exchanging names and shit.” The laugh Haechan lets out startles you and you glare at him petulantly. “What’s so funny?”
“I wasn’t flirting,” Haechan explains to you as calmly as he can, “I was being friendly.” His words comfort you somewhat before—“I think it’s cute that you’re jealous, though.”
“I–what? Jealous? I’m not jealous!” You exclaim defensively, far too vehemently to be even remotely convincing.
“Mm, yeah, sure.” He chuckles. “C’mere.” He wraps an arm around your waist, grabbing you firmly as he pulls you closer into his side. “Why are you jealous, angel? You know, I’d literally make out with you in front of her if that’ll help.”
“Haechan, shut up.” You can’t help but laugh at the notion, only spurring him on further.
“I’m serious; we can go back right now.” Haechan offers, and you roll your eyes, now feeling significantly better.
“It’s fine,” You insist.
“Good. Does that mean you’ll stop sulking, as cute as it was to witness?” He asks, and you frown one more time for good measure before letting your features relax. “Good,” He praises you, albeit a bit patronizingly, as you two approach Jeno’s doorstep once more. He knocks and the door opens almost immediately, Haechan catching it and jerking his chin towards the inside of the house as he tells you to enter first. “It’s a bit of a shame though,” He says as you pass by him, and you look at him curiously. “I almost got the chance to kiss you until that pretty little pout went away.” He muses thoughtfully, and your breath catches in your throat, all banter dying on your tongue as your mind is flooded with thoughts of Haechan kissing you, the way his lips felt earlier for those four blissful seconds, how firm his grip around your waist was—
“What?” Haechan asks with a growing grin as he shuts the door behind himself and locks it. “No witty remark from my girl? Nothing clever to come back with?” He’s teasing you and if you had your wits more about you, you’d be able to handle it, but your mind is otherwise occupied.
“Shut up.” You huff, turning your nose up and walking further into the house, making a beeline for the kitchen to grab a cup of water or something to calm your nerves. When you get to the kitchen, you realize a bit belatedly that Haechan isn’t still with you, an exhale of both relief and disappointment leaving you as you realize he must have gotten pulled away by a friend of his or something.
You lean your back against the fridge and close your eyes, breathing in deeply as you try to make sense of your feelings and your high, your mind a bit fuzzy as you wrap your head around everything that’s occurred. Your moment of tranquility doesn’t last long; your name is called, just loudly enough to be heard amidst the music and people talking, and sternly enough that you know exactly who the voice belongs to.
“Is that all you wore to this? That’s not even your jacket, it’s Haechan’s—are you telling me you didn’t bring a jacket?” Jeno is in front of you in what feels like an instant, the blond male staring you down in both concern and disapproval.
“Oh, boy,” You heave a heavy sigh as Jeno prepares to launch into his rant about infectious illnesses and the importance of dressing for the weather.
After a while of wandering around the party, catching up with some people you haven’t seen in a while, and talking to some friends you run into, you find yourself walking to Jeno’s back door and exiting into his backyard, needing a break from the smoke clouds and stifling weed smell. You’ve barely set both soles on the wooden back porch when you catch sight of the only other person outside with, apparently, the same idea as you, and your heart skips a beat as the person’s features become more prominent as your eyes adjust to the new lighting.
“Haechan?” You ask, thankfully concealing the swell of hope and excitement in your chest, and he turns around, gaze falling on you and his lips quirking up into a grin.
“Well, well, well.” Haechan drags the syllables out as you walk over to where he’s standing, his hands resting on the railing. “What a sight for sore eyes.”
“What are you doing out here by yourself?" You ask curiously, mirroring his position and facing out into Jeno’s mostly empty backyard, and Haechan turns his head to the side to look at you, his crooked smile never leaving his face.
"Waiting for you to follow me." He answers, and you scoff in amused disbelief, nudging him with your shoulder.
“How was I supposed to know where you went?" You question, confusion pushing to the forefront of your thoughts and emotions. Haechan looks at you with a patronizing lifting of his eyebrows and gestures towards himself pointedly.
"You found me, didn't you?"
You exhale loudly in amusement and roll your eyes, a laugh escaping you as you ask, “I’m serious! What brought you out here, for real?”
“I don't really know…” Haechan muses thoughtfully, his expression pensive. “What about you? Maybe your answer will inspire me.” He says jokingly, and you shrug, fingers distractedly running over the wooden railing and feeling all the different smooth and rough textures, your index finger thoughtfully tracing around a small piece of wood that sticks up, almost having given you a splinter.
“I guess I got bored and started wandering around and, well–here I am." You answer, and Haechan grins widely at you, leaning forward so he’s invading your personal space, his face directly in front of yours.
“Aww, did you miss me?” He asks teasingly, and you groan, rolling your eyes.
Yes. “No.”
“Mm, I don’t believe you.”
Good; you shouldn’t. “Well, you should.”
“That hurts, angel,” He feigns a hurt look, and you laugh as he clutches his chest and winces. “I thought I was special.” His word choice is nothing short of intentional, and your mind flashes back, yet again, to the moment you two shared earlier on the way to the convenience store.
“God, you know, you're lucky you're cute." You huff thoughtlessly, barely able to keep an annoyed expression in favor of the smile that keeps threatening to peek out, and you promptly freeze after you’ve spoken, eyes wide.
Maybe he didn’t hear anything.
You look to your side to see Haechan staring directly at you with his eyebrows raised and a growing smirk.
"I’m sorry, what was that you said?" Haechan asks, tone laden with intrigue, and you swallow, plucking the could-have-been splinter from the railing and flicking it over the edge.
“…Nothing?" You try hopefully, and Haechan shakes his head.
“Nope.”
“Haechan, I’m too sober for this,” You complain, and he hums in acknowledgement.
“Your high fading?” He questions, and nods in understanding at your hum of assent. ”I got you. Come with me.” Haechan’s fingers loop around your wrist and he starts to lead you back into the house party, stopping and looking back when he realizes you’re not moving for the second time tonight.
“We just got back!” You point out with a small laugh, and he shrugs dismissively, stepping closer to you. (His hand slips down from your wrist to lace his fingers with yours, the gesture forward enough that it sends butterflies up from your stomach into your throat yet subtle enough that you can safely choose, for your own sake, not to comment on it.)
“I don’t care,” Haechan replies plainly, his dark brown eyes practically pinning you in place with the intensity of his stare. “I want you all to myself.”
“How greedy of you.” You tease, and he groans, tossing his head back before looking at you again.
“Come on, don’t make me beg.” He urges, and your eyebrows raise before you even notice they have, a mischievous little smile growing on your face.
“Well, now that you mention it, I’d love to see you beg.” You taunt, and Haechan huffs and rolls his eyes, his grip on your hand tightening as he tugs you along with him.
“You’re lucky you’re so cute,” He mutters under his breath, and you pick up your feet at that, walking forward so you’re right next to him and can get a good side-view of his face.
“What was that?” You echo his words from earlier, and Haechan, to your surprise, turns and looks you directly in the eyes.
“I said that you’re lucky you’re so cute.” He repeats himself, and you open and close your mouth after realizing you don’t know what to say. “Yeah. Thankfully one of us can actually own up to their words.” He gives you a playfully pointed look and continues weaving through the crowd, both of you exiting the front door yet again.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You bluff, and Haechan snorts.
“What a coincidence.” He comments in a deadpan tone.
You two head down the street, led by Haechan’s navigating skills, and you’re about to ask where exactly you two are headed when you look at Haechan’s side profile and find yourself distracted by his full lips. Your mind blanking, your thoughts are filled, for the umpteenth time, with thoughts of Haechan’s lips on yours, your cheek, jaw, neck, and maybe even lower–
“Don’t do that.” Haechan’s voice cuts through your reverie, and you blink at him in confusion, your head tilting to the side. His free hand comes up to your mouth and he tugs your bottom lip free from between your teeth where you suppose you’d been absentmindedly nibbling at it while thinking about kissing Haechan.
“Why not?” You ask, trying to keep the challenging edge out of your voice.
“You know what?” Haechan chuckles, his thumb grazing your chin as he drops his hand back to his side (you’re reminded once more that Haechan still hasn’t let go of your hand from earlier, but you’re not complaining) and faces front again. You finally realize where you two were heading as Haechan’s car comes into view, and you look at Haechan curiously, waiting not-so-patiently for the rest of his statement. He leans in to you, his lips brushing against the skin of your cheek before he reaches his destination of your ear where, to your surprise, he nips at your earlobe, a hitched gasp escaping you at the sudden sensation. Haechan’s next words are murmured in a low tone, but they’re saddled with so much confidence and assertion that they send a thrill of excitement down your spine and a warm rush of arousal blooming from your belly to the rest of your body.
“Fuck around and find out.”
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Haechan comes to stand directly in front of you and reaches for your chest, pausing when you yelp in surprise before continuing to reach into a pocket you didn’t know existed in his jacket, pulling out a small baggie of weed and a pack of rolling papers with a raised eyebrow.
“Oh,” You mumble softly, and Haechan chuckles.
“Oh.” He mimics you with a teasing smile, gesturing to the front of his car and you tilt your head to the side in confusion. “Sit.” He clarifies, and you comply, shrugging his jacket off enough so you can sit on it and shield the undersides of your bare legs from the cold metal of the hood of his car. What you don’t expect is for Haechan to move so he’s standing directly in front of you and to place his bag of weed and the rolling papers on one of your thighs. At your confused spluttering once he starts to roll the joint on your lap, he looks up at you with an expression so naturally questioning and expectant that it makes you wonder for a moment if this is normal and you’ve just been missing out.
“You’re making it on my leg.” You point out quietly, and he nods patronizingly.
“I am. The hood of my car isn’t clean for me to make something that’s gonna go in our mouths.” He explains, and you nod in understanding. “Tongue out,” Haechan urges, and your eyes widen in disbelief, your brows furrowing in confusion. “Need you to seal the joint, angel.” He sighs in mock annoyance but you can see the beginnings of a fond smile on his lips.
“Why can’t you do it?” You ask curiously.
“Mouth feels dry,” He explains and you nod, figuring that’s as good of an answer as any.
“I don’t know which part to wet, though,” You say worriedly, and he shushes you softly.
“I’ll do all the work,” He assures you. “I just need you to be good and stick that little tongue out for me.” You try (and fail) to disregard the arousing factor to what he’s said, heat rushing to your face nonetheless and warming your cheeks as you shyly avert your gaze and let your tongue loll out of your mouth. “That’s it,” He mumbles encouragingly and drags the edge of the unsealed joint against your tongue carefully, his breath audibly catching when the side of his thumb makes contact with your tongue.
His caught off-guard response emboldens you somewhat, your eyes meeting his again and when his other thumb nears your tongue as he brings the paper from end to end, you flick your tongue against his thumb so subtly that you could deny it if he asked, but enough to make Haechan clear his throat thickly. He pulls the paper away from you, stepping back somewhat, and his gaze darkens as he watches you close your mouth and—
“What’d I say about that lip?” Haechan reminds you as he finishes rolling the joint, and you shrug carelessly.
“Can’t control it,” You counter with an edge to your voice that dares him to call you on it.
He blinks at you impassively. “Maybe you should learn to control it before I can’t control myself.” His voice is barely above a mutter, but you hear him clear as day, a triumphant little smile appearing on your face. Haechan pulls out his lighter and brings the joint to his lips, lighting it and taking a couple of pulls. When he moves to pass it to you, he stops short at the look in your eyes and narrows his own. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?” You ask with an innocent smile and sideways tilt of the head.
“Like you’re up to something.” He replies suspiciously, and you raise your hands defensively. “Come on,” Haechan drags the syllables out, stepping closer to you with a plaintive frown on his unbearably handsome face. “Tell me what you’re hiding, and…I’ll tell you what I’m hiding.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, and you pause, thinking it over.
“Mm…deal.” You finally reply, and his eyes widen in surprise as a wide smile takes over his features.
“Don’t lie to me,” He warns you, and you frown, slightly offended.
“I would never lie to you.” You say sincerely. “Well—not a serious lie. Might lie for a joke or something.”
“I guess that’s pretty fair,” Haechan reasons. “Now tell me.”
You take a deep breath and steady your nerves as you prepare to speak, and Haechan leans forward, ready to hang on your every word.
“There’s…something…that I really, really want right now.” You say carefully, conveniently omitting the two facts that the something is a someone and that the very someone is standing directly in front of you.
“Yeah?” Haechan breathes, his hand falling to your knee as he brings the joint to your lips in a silent offer. You lean forward and take it into your mouth, taking a pull, and as you hold the smoke inside of you for as long as you can bear it, he speaks again. “What is that something?”
“…I feel like I’ve said too much already,” You balk as you exhale, backing out as you realize there really isn’t any way to avoid approaching the topic of your not-so-little crush on the male standing in front of you. Even if everyone knows, it’s an entirely different situation to admit to it.
“Oh, come on,” Haechan complains, and you start to whine loudly in protest.
“I don’t want to—”
“But you barely said anything,” Haechan laments, and you frown deeply.
“It’s embarrassing.” You gripe.
“Aw, the poor baby.” Haechan mocks your whining, which subsequently only makes your whining worse.
“It’s not funny!” You whine, pushing at his chest lightly.
“I’m not laughing!” He’s still mocking your voice with a wicked grin on his face, and you groan, glowering at him petulantly.
“You’re mean.” You huff, and Haechan snorts, leaning forward to your ear.
“You know you like it.” He replies with a cocky grin, and you pause, your whole brain feeling like it’s crashed, rebooted, and crashed again as the flirtatious words rattle around in your head. Haechan pulls back from you slowly and you two stare each other down, your eyes drifting down to his lips for the millionth time, and—
“You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you?” Haechan asks in a low, serious voice, and you blink twice, startled. You go to speak and realize that you were nibbling at your bottom lip again, the gesture not going unnoticed by Haechan, who is staring intently at your mouth.
“No?” You answer, confused.
“I feel like you are.” Haechan scrutinizes your slightly lost expression as he continues speaking, “I mean, you know what it does to me–”
“No, I don’t.” You butt in, and Haechan raises his eyebrows skeptically.
“No? You don’t know? Let me give you a hint.” Haechan’s hand on your knee slips up your leg to grip your thigh, and he guides your knee to press against the front of his pants, causing you to inhale sharply at the feeling of your knee pressed against his very firm erection. “You feel that?” His voice is low and breathy, and you keen weakly before responding.
“Yeah,” You say, nodding distractedly as your mind swirls with thoughts and desires of Haechan’s hands and lips all over you, of him pushing into you and filling you up nice and deep—you’re a goner at this point.
“That’s what it does to me—what you do to me.” Haechan asserts firmly.
“Fuck.” When Haechan goes to move back, you’re moving before you can even register it, wrapping your legs around his waist and locking him back into close quarters with you. “Don’t move,” You plead breathlessly. “Please.”
“Pretty girl wants me to stay, yeah?” He asks softly, tone saccharine sweet with feigned pity, and you nod, whining quietly as your legs tighten. “My pretty girl wants to feel me pressed up against her, right? You want to feel my cock pressing against your leg?” At your vehement nod, Haechan chuckles darkly and puts out the now forgotten joint, tucking it into the jacket pocket he got the weed from earlier. “How does this feel, hm?” His hand moves up from your knee to your thigh to right between your legs, cupping your core through your shorts, and you moan lowly, rocking your hips forward into his palm. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you?”
“Yes–”
“Is this it, pretty girl? This what you wanted earlier?” His fingers deftly unbutton your shorts, dragging the zipper down painfully slowly before guiding his hand into them, digits tracing up and down your clothed core over the very warm, very damp seat of your underwear, the fabric now soaked with your arousal.
“Yes, Haechan, please–” You grip at the front of his shirt, pulling him to you with a desperate moan. Haechan moves just as quickly as you do, and when your lips connect, he kisses you so passionately that he all but melts your brain, his arm wrapping around you and pulling you against him in a crushing embrace that slowly starts squeezing the wind out of you.
“Fucking finally,” He growls into your mouth, and you cry out when his teeth sink into your bottom lip. “That feel good?” He grunts as his fingers massage slow, heavy circles around your clit, and you nod eagerly but buck against him, still eager for more. “Now who’s greedy?” He taunts you, and you huff, trying to slow the movement of your hips to no avail. His tongue parts your lips more, slipping in and tasting the inside of your mouth slowly and deliberately, a stark contrast to the way his lips were just ravaging yours a moment ago.
“God, Haechan, fuck,” You hiss when his hand sneaks into your underwear and starts to play with your clit, and he groans loudly, so loudly that you feel the need to look around and observe your surroundings to ensure your privacy.
“Aw, poor baby,” Haechan mumbles with a teasing pout, still matching your whiny lilt before he’s pressing himself against you and connecting your lips with his. “What am I going to do with you? So wet, you’re making a mess.” He pushes away from you abruptly, hand leaving your core, which is now clenching around nothing, to grip the front of the waist of your shorts and pull you forcefully to the edge of the hood of his car. He dives back in with his mouth, this time targeting your neck with wet, open-mouthed kisses, teeth dragging against your skin as his free hand gropes freely at your chest, kneading your breast in his palm and snaking up your shirt to trace teasingly light flicks and circles around your slowly pebbling nipple.
“Wanna taste you,” He mutters gruffly before dropping to his knees unceremoniously, hands roughly yanking at your shorts as they jerkily come down your legs. He drops them carelessly on the ground and pulls your underwear down much slower and more carefully than he had your shorts, thankfully. “You know how long I’ve been thinking about this, angel?”
“No,” You answer, breathless as he stares up at you from his place between your legs.
“Longer than I can even remember.” He groans, reaching up and spreading you open with two fingers. Your face burns with embarrassment as he gazes at your exposed core, and the heat only intensifies when you look at him and see the intense look of desire and even hunger. “You always tease me, pretty girl.”
“I don’t,” You protest, but any other words die on your tongue as he leans forward and swipes his tongue up your folds, a sharp gasp leaving you instead. “Fuck,” You groan, and he matches the sound inadvertently as he shuffles forward and licks you again, moving to drape one of your thighs over his shoulder before tucking his face between your thighs and lapping at your arousal greedily.
“All mine now,” He grunts in satisfaction, and you can only shudder in response, pleasure coursing through you starting from your core. His nose nudges your clit while his tongue busies itself with flicking his tongue over your entrance and a low hiss of pleasure escapes you, your hips bucking up into his face before you can stop yourself. He takes the hint incredibly well and drags his tongue up to your clit slowly, studying your reaction with curious eyes. “Like that?” He teases before swirling his tongue around your clit, slowly at first, then more and more rapidly as your breathing picks up.
“Like that,” You breathily confirm with a vigorous nod of your head, and he chuckles, wrapping his lips around your clit and starting to suck as he presses two fingers to your entrance. You jolt in surprise when he starts to push into you, not stopping until he’s buried knuckle-deep in your core.
“God, you’re so tight,” He groans in awe, his fingers curling experimentally and staying curled when you cry out in pleasure. “Pretty pussy’s sucking my fingers in,” Haechan looks up at you with a smug grin, marveling at your glazed over eyes and parted lips as your breath comes out in shaky bursts.
“Haechan,” You whine, and he coos in fake sympathy, pulling his mouth away from your core to kiss, lick, and suck at the supple flesh of your inner thighs.
“What is it, baby?” He taunts, and you whimper plaintively, bucking your hips up reflexively as you search for more stimulation. “Hm? Use your words.” Your face burns with humiliation as he talks down to you so plainly, but you swallow your pride enough not to protest. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want your mouth,” You murmur breathlessly, and he raises an eyebrow, dragging his tongue up your inner thigh just by your core as if proving a point.
“You have my mouth,” He points out, and you groan, half on the brink of throwing some sort of half-naked temper tantrum.
“Not there,” You complain, and he turns his ear towards you as if to hear you better. “Haechan, please–” You beg, and he chuckles, his obvious amusement eviscerating the last of your patience, causing you to huff in aggravation and slide your fingers into his hair, curling until your fistful is tugging his hair none too gently, and he lets out a sinful groan of pain and pleasure, suddenly compliant as you pull him closer to your core. He drapes both of your legs over his shoulders and resumes eating you out with a fervor, fingers pumping in and out of you skillfully as he flicks your clit with his tongue in up-down motions. “Fuck, yes, just like that.” You encourage him, and he groans under his breath in ecstasy, pulling you closer until you’re almost falling off the hood.
“I got you,” He assures you, the words sending vibrations through your body as he refuses to move away from your core to speak, instead mumbling around your clit. “Taste so fucking good,” He mumbles, more to himself than anything else, and your head tips back in ecstasy as he delivers wet lash after lash of his tongue to your now hypersensitive bundle of nerves.
When your breathing grows even more erratic and hitches, he flicks his gaze up to you, eyes probing and curious and something shifts behind his gaze as he realizes just how close you are.
“You gonna come for me?” He asks, excitement and wonder creeping into his tone, and you don’t even have it in you to agree verbally, instead nodding your head emphatically as you lean back onto your forearms and let the pleasure slowly take over your senses.
His fingers curl forward and press against the fleshy bundle of nerves along your inner walls that has a sudden cry escaping you, Haechan focusing his attentions there and on your clit until you’re climaxing with a shudder of his name, legs pulling him closer to you as you ride out your high.
“That’s it, pretty, come undone for me.” He groans in delight as you gasp and whimper his name in ecstasy. When the sensations become too much, you sit up hurriedly, pushing at his shoulders to get him away from you and, thankfully, he obliges. He rocks back onto his soles as you catch your breath and stands up, chuckling when you yank him towards you by his belt, hands fumbling with the buckle clumsily in your eagerness as he watches you, amused.
“Haechan, take it off before I lose my patience,” You finally get his belt unbuckled and release him with a frustrated shove, glowering at the front of his pants with your arms crossed. Haechan snickers loudly at your state and tilts your head up by your chin, capturing your lips with his in a slow, passionate kiss. The taste of your arousal along with something very specifically Haechan has your head spinning, a wanton moan slipping from you and disappearing onto his tongue.
“Wanna know what I was thinking about earlier?” He murmurs into the kiss, and you nod, a gasp escaping you when you feel the head of his cock pressing up against your entrance. He slowly guides the head of his cock up and down your slit, groaning under his breath as your arousal coats his length. “Was thinking about how pretty I bet you’d look and sound when you cum.” Haechan grunts, and your breath catches as desire builds up in your throat.
“Yeah?” You ask breathlessly, the sound whiny as his cock nudges the underside of your clit and you hiss loudly in pleasure.
“Yeah,” He confirms with a sweet, slightly condescending lilt, “and, baby, you’re even better than anything I could ever dream up.” He purrs, and you cry out weakly as he pushes into you slightly, the thick head of his length just making it past your entrance. “Your cute little faces and your noises, God, fuck—”
“Haechan,” You manage to get out, and he looks up from between your legs to lock eyes with you, his gaze heavy-lidded with desire and eyes blazing with intensity. “Please fuck me,” You whine, and he hisses in surprise, eyes widening slightly before he nods urgently, bracing one hand on the hood of the car beside you.
“Anything for my girl,” He says distractedly before shooting you a grin and wink almost as a reflex. He pushes into you slowly, his groan mixing with your shudder in the cool night air and the feeling of being so perfectly full as he bottoms out has your eyelids fluttering shut. “Wanna see those pretty eyes while I fuck you, angel.” He says in a low murmur, and you reopen your eyes with difficulty to meet eyes with Haechan, whose gaze is blazing with so much intensity that you feel heat rising to your face.
He pulls out of you and pushes back in slowly, as if assessing how ready you are, and when you lock your legs around him tighter, he lets out a breathless chuckle, looking from your face to where you two are joined together and back to your face before pulling back out and snapping his hips forward, bottoming out so suddenly that it pulls an involuntary whine of pleasure from you.
“Shit, you’re so tight, baby.” Haechan hisses in surprise, biting down on his bottom lip as he thrusts in and out of you. “Can barely pull out, you keep tightening around my cock like that.”
“Haechan, stop teasing me,” You complain, and he laughs, cupping the back of your neck and pulling you in for a kiss.
“You get so cute when I tease you, though.” He purrs into the kiss and, before you can say anything in response, snaps his hips into yours so forcefully that it sends you sliding up the hood of the car slightly, his jacket thankfully still protecting your legs from the cold metal. You cry out in surprise, and he grins, his fingers snaking up your neck from the base to curl in the hair at the nape, his hand tugging until your head is tipped back, exposing your neck to him. He takes the opportunity immediately, lips attaching to your neck as he sucks, licks, and kisses your skin, teeth occasionally sinking into your flesh and only retracting when a whine escapes you, his lips returning to press apologetic kisses to the indentation marks from his teeth.
“Hae—chan,” You gasp out as he fucks into you, and his responding chuckle is so sinister that it sends a rush of excitement through you, almost evoking another moan.
“You like that, yeah? You keep letting out those pretty moans and we’re not gonna be alone for much longer.” He reminds you, and you keen softly as you try to keep in your sounds of pleasure. “Unless you want us to get caught.” He says slowly, and you look at him with wide eyes, shaking your head vigorously. “You sure?” He teases, speech abrupt from his thrusting.
“Please,” You whimper, and he pulls your hair until your head is tipped back as far as it can comfortably go, latching his lips onto the pulse point on the side of your neck and sucking a bruise into the skin there.
“Pretty girl wants someone to come out of their house and see how good she can take it on the hood of my car?” He’s delighted by how frustrated you’re getting, every whine, huff, and groan you let out met with his own coos of feigned sympathy as he watches you with bright eyes.
“Haechan, I’m close—” You moan out.
“I know, baby, I know.” He shushes you soothingly, and his hand moves from your hip to slip between your legs to play with your clit, fingers persistent and moving to follow you even as you gasp and jolt away from him. “Don’t run from it, just be good, angel.” Haechan’s coaxing isn’t helping your attempts to stay calm at all, the pleasure building even more rapidly now, and it’s not long before you’re climaxing around him with a cry of his name, your body stiffening before it goes limp for a moment, rendering you a rag doll that Haechan continues to drive his hips into in search of his own climax. When your hips reflexively jerk away from his fingers on your clit and you’re letting out sharp breaths and whines, Haechan pins you in place with his hips, angling himself so he’s fucking down into you, his cock reaching places you’d barely become acquainted with. “What did I say? Don’t run from it,” He pants, and you sniffle as tears well up in your eyes from the overwhelming sensations.
“Haechan,” You plead desperately, nails digging into his arm slightly, and he groans in ecstasy, locking eyes with you.
“Aw, don’t cry, pretty girl.” He coos sweetly, and you think for a moment that he’s going to give you a break, but he just presses his fingers against you harder and moves them even more determinedly. “Actually? Go ahead and cry for me, baby. It’ll make me finish faster.” He taunts, and you let out a pathetic little wail as your poor clit is subjected to intense overstimulation, a few tears actually spilling over your bottom lashes and down your cheeks. “Almost there, baby. You’re gonna give me one more, okay?”
“I can’t–” You start.
“I wasn’t asking.” The finality in his tone makes your eyes roll back into your head with pleasure, everything becoming too much as he guides you through a jerky, powerful climax that has you tensing your abdomen so hard that you fear it’ll cramp. “That’s it, fuck,” He hisses, his head falling forward to rest his forehead against yours as his thrusts come to a gradual stop, Haechan bottoming out in you entirely as he releases into you. His eyes screwed shut and his jaw dropped, he looks unrealistically attractive like this, and your admiration is short-lived as his eyes slowly reopen and focus on your lips. He leans forward to catch your lips with his and kisses you so smoothly, it feels like you’ve been doing this for years, with his tongue gliding against yours at just the right moments, teeth tugging at your bottom lip just hard enough to make you whimper, and his hands stroking your sides, caressing your curves as he re-acquaints himself with the taste of you.
You’re not sure how long you two just remain there kissing, but after some time, Haechan breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against yours.
“You have,” He says breathlessly, chest heaving, “no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
“I bet I have a pretty good guess.” You reply with a wry smile, and Haechan grins, squeezing your hips gently.
“What if we get all cleaned up, hm? My car has heating.” He murmurs, and you freeze.
“Your c—Haechan, we could have done that in the comfort of your car? Your warm car?” You splutter, and he grins sheepishly.
“Sorry, angel. Just thought it’d be hot on the hood.” He admits, and you roll your eyes, not yet wanting to admit he has a point.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah—get me into the warmth.” You huff.
“There’s something so healing about smoking after midnight.” Haechan muses, his fingers trailing over your thighs lightly, reverently, even. His backseat is surprisingly comfortable, but you’re willing to bet that being curled up against his chest is playing a large factor.
“Mm, yeah,” You hum thoughtfully, nodding. “It’s like a reset.”
“Exactly,” Haechan says, nodding. “You get me, angel.” He looks down at where you’re resting your head against him and smiles fondly, gesturing at the joint he revived from earlier between his fingers questioningly. “You want some?”
“Mm…yeah.” You decide, and the corner of his mouth quirks up into a crooked grin before he takes a long drag of the joint, closing his eyes as he holds it in for several beats. He tucks a finger under your chin and tilts your head up to his, eyes only opening to shoot you a wink before his lips are on yours and he exhales the remainder of the smoke into your mouth.
White smoke billows out from your mouths as you shift to get more comfortable and kiss him deeper, and he chuckles, flicking at your bottom lip with his tongue. When you two part, your lids are heavier than before, either from the weed in your system or from the arousal buzzing through your body, and Haechan leans in again, pecking the little pucker left behind on your lips from his kiss.
“You’re so cute,” He groans, tossing his head back dramatically. “What am I going to do with you?”
“You could always kiss me again.” You suggest, and when he grins widely at you, you smile innocently, yelping and laughing in surprise when he shifts to move on top of you and hover just above your face, the joint now lying forgotten in the makeshift ashtray Haechan pulled out of his glove compartment and set between the two front seats. You two stare each other down for what feels like ages, your gaze occasionally drifting to his lips, and—
“You and that lip,” He growls, leaning down and kissing you again. He rolls his hips down against yours as your lips move against each other’s, and you can’t help but giggle mischievously, provoking Haechan to pull back and scrutinize your expression. “…You were doing that on purpose!”
“What, the lip biting?” You ask curiously, and Haechan just stares at you, his accusatory expression unwavering. “Yeah, that was partially on purpose the last couple of times.” You smile devilishly, and he huffs indignantly.
“Why are you like this?” He groans, unable to hide his laughter, and you shrug, feigning innocence once more.
“I thought if I made you kinda mad, you’d fuck me harder.” You admit with a little smile, and his brows practically shoot up into his hairline as he regards you incredulously.
“You are such a little minx,” Haechan grunts before pressing his lips to yours again, and you can’t seem to stop giggling into the kiss, your smile too wide to kiss him properly. “Do you have any idea,” He mumbles into the kiss, “just how good you’re gonna get it later?”
“No…” You drag out the syllable as you look up at him curiously. “Maybe you should give me a sneak peek.” You suggest, and he nods.
“Maybe I should,” He agrees, and excitement flares up in your chest like a firework. “First, though, do you wanna get out of here?”
“The car?” You ask, confused, and he snorts, shaking his head slowly.
“This area,” Haechan clarifies.
“And go where?” You follow up with another question, and he pauses to think.
“On a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about tacos right now?” He asks, and your eyes widen as you nod vigorously.
“Oh, fuck yeah.” You agree eagerly. Haechan laughs at your excited state and nods in understanding, moving from on top of you and shifting to let you sit up.
“We can get tacos,” He starts, “and we can go back to my place…if you want.”
“Sure thing,” You say with an eager smile, and Haechan kisses your lips, your cheek, then trails kisses down to the back of your hand, looking up at you with warm brown eyes.
“Great,” He answers, relieved, and as you climb to the passenger seat, he slides a hand up the back of your thigh and pinches your ass, a cheeky, self-satisfied grin on his face when you whirl around to look at him. “Not sorry,” He shrugs carelessly, and you scoff, barely hiding your smile in time as you face forward.
Haechan takes the easier route, getting out of the car and re-entering into the driver’s seat, and he turns to look at you, wiggling his brows playfully.
“Wanna know what I’m thinking about?” He asks.
“Sure,” You answer, and he starts the car, carefully pulling out of his parking spot and driving down the street.
“I’m thinking about how you told me you bit your lip on purpose so I’d fuck you harder.” He chuckles in disbelief.
“You weren’t even that mean to me because of it,” You point out, pouting slightly, and he arches a brow without looking away from the road, the sight almost unbearably attractive.
“What if I like you too much to be mean to you?” He counters, and you huff, shifting in your seat so you’re angled towards him.
“Well, like me just a little less so you can do a little more mean stuff next time.” Haechan laughs at your half-advice, half-plea for him, and you whine, barely restraining the urge to stomp your foot. “I mean it!”
“Liking you less won’t happen, angel.” He assures you, continuing before you can speak. “I can make the mean thing work, though.”
“That’s all I ask.” You say, raising your hands defensively, and his hand closest to you leaves the steering wheel as he links his fingers with yours, Haechan now driving one-handed down the road.
“Anything for my girl.”
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VENMO !! CASHAPP !! KO-FI !! WISHLIST !! (why?)
pussy fiend, part 2 (l.dh)
PAIRING ➢ haechan x fem!reader
GENRES & AUS ➢ smut, humor, fluff; college au, enemies to fuckbuddies to lovers, roommate au
WORD COUNT ➢ 68.9k total, in 2 parts (28.2k & 40.7k)
WARNINGS ➢ invasion of privacy, Haechan’s a sneaky little shit, cocky!Haechan, jokes about emotional manipulation, author pretends to know about stuff she doesn’t, mild dubcon
CONTENTS ➢ (mild) dubcon, bratty switches! boffum!, somnophilia, oral (receiving), allusions to a free-use kink but barely, rimming (receiving), creampie, dacryphilia, brief thigh job, praise, barely degradation but if you’re sensitive note that, some spit kink, panty sucking (?), Haechan’s a bit of a pain slut, fingering, biting
SUMMARY ➢ part two baybee!! uhhh he still likes you and is still a fiend for pussy bestie have fun :)
AUTHOR’S NOTE ➢ thank you so much for all the love on part one!! please do not get upset with me if you ignore the contents/warnings and get your feelings hurt; that is no one’s doing but yours.massive thank you to my love @ncteez for all her help with the initial idea and beta reading this monster for me :’)
PART ONE FOUND HERE !!
PSST—HEY, BESTIE!
As you’ve probably heard by now, Haechan—who is fucking bonkers—stole my sex toys and I’m pretty sure he’s not giving them back any time soon.
From one person with needs to another; if you can, please toss a couple bucks my way so I can replace the ones Haechan so cruelly and derangedly stole from me—I’m so pent up that I almost bit someone today. It’s bad.
If you can spare at least $1, maybe even $3 or as much as you can, it’d mean the world to me; he can’t seriously expect me to come and find him every time I want to get off, right?
Anyway, thanks for listening to my tale of woe, bestie. :( Thanks in advance for your help!
With love,
a very sexually frustrated (and broke) MC
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