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i love lee donghyuck !

i love you donghyucki ♡

hyuck looks so beautiful in the sun 🥺 the color of his hair suits him really well i think,, especially with the hinted highlights and his long sleeve pulled up exposing his arm is driving me a bit wild 😣😭 i just know he’s outright gorgeous in real life…i can’t wait to see him in september! btw i would be sooo sooo shy in his presence, but my heart would burn so bright for him.

☁️ ~ (thoughts of @hisunflower)

mark making bear ears with his hands for his sweet hyuck is the cutest thing i’ve seen all morning. i love you so much, my mahae. please—always and forever—be a source of my happiness of many beautiful things in this world! 🐯🐻

he’s so sexy laid out like that 😭 (he’s just sitting like a normal person, but i’m not a normal person). when he plops his arm down and his hand bounces off his thigh, just kill me now. Check out my fics while you’re here ;)

gif creds @minkyutie 💚

omgg hyuckk 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

donghyuck runs laps around my mind 25/8.

Love | Lee Haechan ☀︎ . ݁ ˖

summary: Haechan holds you close, as you’ve been having trouble sleeping with so much on your mind lately, yet there is love seen and felt in the silence of being in his arms.

Genre: Fluff | Word Count: 515

The bedroom ceiling fan spins on medium speed, with a temperature cool enough to hide underneath the covers and warm enough to be able to stay comfortable without overheating.

You lay on your side watching the stars behind your eyes as you walk the trail of thoughts that are too loud.

Suddenly you feel a dip in the mattress behind you as Haechan crawls into bed, slipping underneath the blankets and wrapping his cold arm around your body as your back is facing him.

He pulls you closer and begins to whisper the sweetest words to you, peppering small kisses on your neck in between them. He moves your damp hair behind your ear, the smell of fresh mint toothpaste and your favorite body wash from him causes you to smile, making you forget all of your worries as his scent calms you as always.

He brings the same hand down your body, softly caressing your thigh and gliding it back up to massage your arm, relaxing your tense shoulders.

You melt into his touch.

His body warmth, the warmth of his words, his heart, everything about him always tends to make you feel the safest you’ve ever felt, reminding you of home and fulfilling that empty space in your heart that no one can take up except for him. You simply wouldn’t allow it.

Your previous thoughts long gone, feeling like memories of old drifting away from the once crowded trail into a quiet place.

He whispers your name, guiding you to turn around and lay on his chest. Your mind focuses on nothing but his touch as it makes way to your scalp, his fingertips gliding through your hair. He kisses your forehead and the spot leaves a tingle that eases your heart.

You listen to his heartbeat as he brings you even closer and holds you safely in his arms.

Haechan understands that sometimes you don’t want to talk about what is on your mind, so this is how he lets you know that he is always open to listening if you ever want him to walk that path with you.

Your breathing is calm and steady, and with a final deep breath, you slowly feel yourself drift into a long and peaceful sleep into a world of dreams.

But it isn’t until you wake up the next morning when you realize it was never a journey you walked by yourself, because even with the smallest of gestures like those of last night, he was with you and you were never alone. It was only when it was quiet could you see that he was there all along.

And with this, your eyes flutter open to feel a different heaviness on your chest than days past.

It is the head of the man with the softest and fluffiest hair that sleeps peacefully to the sound of your heart.

And as the morning sun seeps through your curtains into your dim bedroom, you look to the star in your own darkness that shines right in front of your eyes as you walk the trail of thoughts that have now replaced themselves with words of love.

Author’s Note: Hii! I actually created this story along the way, (which means I surprised myself.) It was late and 100% unintentional, but I trusted myself, and it almost feels like I was being told the story while writing it! Even now, whenever I come back to it, it feels like I’m reading it for the first time.

I hope you enjoyed! Feedback is deeply appreciated, with love @hisunflower ❀

Check out my other fics here.

Just as I finished writing my smut about him, I put my phone down to sleep you know? Then I hear a notification and see it’s a message from Haechan. I’m already holding my breath at this point because he makes me speechless regardless of how small the things he does. (I suspected a picture, yes I was correct obviously). And so I open bubble…and the image loads…how am I still alive? How am I still breathing? How is he so, so, so hot?? I want to kiss him everywhere. I feel batshit crazy for saying that, but ZOOM IN ON THIS BEAUTY FFFUUUCKKKK.

How HUMOROUS. HE KNOWSSSSSS HE’S FINE.

Sweet Release | Lee Haechan.

summary: haechan tries to keep his composure on Instagram live in your shared hotel room, as you give him the head he deserves after an undeniably, and physically demanding concert performance.

Genre: smut (mdni) 18+ warnings! ⟶ nsfw, handjob, cum eating, sulky haechan, oral, sexually descriptive, reader cries while swallowing. Word Count: 0.7k

Thinking about Haechan being dumbfounded as you delicately pump his cock behind the phone he holds with his sweaty palm. Fingers decorated in his favorite silver rings you wished were around your neck instead.

His pretty head leans on the cushioned headboard, eyes dazed behind his clear glasses from him being deliciously coated in your warm slick for the past three minutes or so. Moistened pink lips leave wet kisses on the underside of his thick length causing him to twitch and spill beads of his seed onto your fist—your own nectar arousing at your sacred core as your eyes well up with tears—his lips parting unconsciously, all while his delusional fangirls thirst over him in the speedily chat wishing they were in your position.

Teasing him and clinging to him in secret behind the camera is something you always did. Whether it be with the rest of dream, 127, or solo, you’re always there waiting patiently for it to end, or impatiently like tonight when he’s alone, tempting him to want to eat you alive and so publicly riled up that he can’t beg for more even if he wanted to.

Haechan reads a comment with his half lidded eyes of someone who notices the love bites on the sides of his neck and his mind is completely too blank to care, but before he decides he can’t handle your sensual touch anymore he reaches down to stop your hand from trying to stroke him any further and angles his camera just above his pressed lips.

He always came fast, that’s what you love about him, how pouty he usually gets when he knows you can ruin him in typically under ten minutes, but you know he loves it. Sometimes on days where he’s being too much of a brat as usual, you experiment with edging just to tease and make him last a little longer. The truth is there’s just something so satisfying about seeing how confident he is on stage in front of thousands of people and the differentiating submissive personality he has in the bedroom, or anywhere with you in that matter.

You smirk as he tells his fans he’ll be ending the live early tonight in that baby voice of his, knowing damn well that when he speaks to you, an authentic rich and low tone escapes him, one he’s slipped out carelessly in a few recent videos with his friends.

Bringing your hand back down to caress his beautifully tanned exposed thighs where you’ve left hickeys that are still trying to heal from the previous nights, he whines, playing it off as he always does, pulling at his cardigan button for no apparent reason.

You know he’s close, so you plant soft quiet, moist kisses on his bruises as he thrusts himself into your slowly twisting fists. He looks so perfect being so achy as you tilt your head up slightly to look at him through your wet fluttering lashes.

You twirl your tongue around his throbbing leaking tip before slipping him into your mouth once more, sinking all the way down and lazily drooling around his pulsating cock. Your nose meets his faint happy trail as his thighs and stomach tense at his climax. Fuck.

Haechan involuntarily jerks his hips upwards repeatedly and rolls his glazed eyes, biting his bottom lip until it turns pale from the pressure. He releases his sweet warm seed down your throat as you continuously swallow and suck him off, tears running down your flushed face, all while coincidentally pointing his camera to the wall that reveals the outline of your shadows in full display.

He knows he’ll be scolded in the morning for this, but he couldn’t care less. He’ll just do it again ‘cause this definitely isn’t the first and won’t be the last time.

Maybe he’ll even be a double menace after tomorrow nights concert by playing an unreleased original as he reciprocates the favor to you immediately after being lectured by his frustrated management.

Besides, from the perspective of the thousands of viewers who will always run back, they’ll be eager for more.

And suddenly an unexpected video call with their idol is over and the live cuts off with no further explanation, except that of a deep and heavenly moan resonating from your boyfriend, Lee Donghyuck.

Author’s Note: Hi! Thank you SO much for reading! So, of course inspiration struck me out of nowhere again when I was planning on going to sleep, but it hit before midnight and I trusted the process ‘cause you know when I actually WANT to write I can’t, but I’m MORE than happy to have received that random spark last night. 😭😵‍💫🤍 P.S It’s my first time writing and publishing smut (happy tears).

I hope you enjoyed! Feedback is deeply appreciated, with love @hisunflower ❀

Check out my other fics here.

Wrote a whole storyline outline from 4-6am. I think I like Haechan.

MY BABBYYY!!! I want to ***** his tongue ** ** ****** and **** it 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

Omgg 😭😭😭 He’s SOOOO CUTEEEEE 😭😭😭💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗 Idk why, but the thought of him getting off work is super attractive…😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Random thought: I should be the noodles Haechan slurps.

Omg my baby bear, Haechan 😭😭😭💗💗💗

FUCK.

I’m losing my mind❕❕😍😍🥰🥰🤤🤤

We’re so younggggg, we’re so freakkAAAYYY

My cutie baby haechanie

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.

Other stories here.

Hiiii

I just want to express my gratitude for everyone who reads my stories and may find comfort in my little thoughts. It makes me so genuinely happy to see you guys liking and reblogging them especially. That encourages and inspires me to really keep writing, to keep imagining, and to keep dreaming up these little scenarios that grant me (us) positive serotonin.

Writing is something I love to an extreme amount. It makes me feel free, calm, relaxed. It teaches me so much about myself as well. It helps me grow as a person by helping me even see what needs improvement, besides my vocabulary, like life stuff. It’s my public journal. Sooooo yeahhhh hahhaha.

Writing is my therapy and it’s a safe place I can go to whenever I just want to go within. I hope my writing helps my readers feel as safe as me too. This page, my work, is a safe place. Please don’t be shy to message me or send requests (I may accept them)!

Speaking of requests, my day was made when I woke up from my nap to two anonymous requests regarding Haechan! It made my heart so happy, you don’t understand, so THANK YOU to those people as well! I felt like, wow MEEE? They want to see this or that from the way I would see or imagine a certain scenario? It honestly makes me feel like a director who’s free to express an art in my style…or like a chef who’s words are my ingredients and my recipe is my style, while you guys EAT IT UP.

Enough rambling! I truly, truly appreciate every single one of you who takes the time to read my work. Please continue to motivate me, you all are inspiring and you can do great things too if you just keep going. Don’t give up. You will make it. You will find your happiness. You will find your way. Just go with the flow. Practice makes progress. :)

I will continue this as long as it makes me the happiest I can be and I hope it makes you happy too! It means a lot. Please, find what makes you happy.

🤍🤍🤍 - kiki.

2am | lee haechan.

Genre: Fluff , Imagine | Word Count: 0.6k

Authors Note: His bubble inspired me, so I wrote the first thing that came to mind. It’s pretty random, but thoughts are thoughts. Lol :D

Contains: Reader and Haechan have a playful relationship.

You and Haechan can’t sleep, so he asks you to record him dancing outside in the hotel parking lot at 2am.

“Haechan, do you have the key card?”

“Yes.” he whispers, carefully pulling the handle of the heavy door to your shared hotel room closed. He pauses, “shit,” his hands feeling all over his hoodie and short pockets, “no...”

As the door slowly shuts, it slams anyway, startling you especially. Now your heart is racing. If you don’t have the keycard and he doesn’t have the keycard, then you’ll have to wake someone up and that’s exactly what you don’t want to do.

“Haechan! I don’t have min-” You nearly smack him until he grabs your wrist, dragging you along with him as you hear the turning of a doorknob a few doors down from your room.

The both of you run down the hall to the elevator, trying not to get caught, but the thought just makes you both laugh until you’re breathless along the way. Your slippers nearly fly off at the speed you’re sprinting with down the glossy tiled floor.

By the time you step inside of the small space, Haechan repeatedly presses the lobby button and the close doors symbol as quickly as possible. He almost peaks his head out to see if anyone came out of their room, but you pull on his hoodie as the elevator doors close.

The both of you are out of breath and as you lean against the cold mirrored wall, he pulls the key card from his shorts pocket and laughs at you when you smack his arm at the realization.

“You’re such a liar.”

He pulls you by the waist as you pretend to resist, looking away, trying to hide your smile. His hand reaches for your chin, turning you to face him and his eyes trail down.

“Your lips are so pretty.”

Your eyes watch him get closer to you and flutter shut as his lips press against yours. Now he’s smiling into your kiss, when he feels you melting into him already.

The elevator door opens and the two of you walk out hand in hand. The hotel lobby is almost completely empty, the workers who usually sit at the front desk must be on a restroom break. There’s only a random man sleeping on the couch with his luggage beside him.

You and Haechan head towards the side exit where there’s extra parking.

Once you step outside, it’s a bit chilly, but it’s the best it’s felt since the weather has been so hot lately.

“Haechan what are we doing out here?”

“I don’t know,” he goes into his pocket and hands you his phone, “record me.”

“Record you doing what?”

“Baby why are you whispering?”

“I didn’t notice…”

“Cute.” He teases.

“Stop,” you blush.

“I can make a bubble right quick. Open walk on spotify.”

You go to Spotify and open the camera.

“Okay, dogs or no dogs?”

“What do you mean?” He looks behind and around him.

“Dogs or no dogs?!” You angle the camera towards his feet and zoom in while recording.

He playfully pushes you as he laughs and tries to take his phone from you, but you start running and now he’s cursing and chasing you around the empty parking lot.

Once he catches you you’re out of breath again and dying of laughter in his arms as he captures you. He ends the video with the two of you laughing together and goes to sit down on the curb by a tree.

“You’re so fucking goofy y/n,” he says as he plays the video watching it and laughing.

You rest your head on his shoulder. “Let me know when you’re ready to dance, foreal.”

After a few more minutes of laughing together, he hands you his phone and gives you a quick peak on the lips.

You begin recording and he aces the dance on the first try. Watching the video together, Haechan mimics his own dance moves as you hype him up. Then he posts it on bubble and the two of you return to sit on the curb reading all of the messages from his fans on bubble.