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dirty mouth | l.hc

❯ summary: Haechan is the best roommate anyone could ever ask for. He’s good company, he cooks, he cleans, and he always pays his rent on time. But just like any roommate, he has some quirks. And your favourite is when quiet Haechan turns into a loud, foul-mouthed dirty gamer.

❯ pairings: haechan x fem!reader

❯ genre: roommates, smut, fluff??

❯ words: 6.9k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, smut, literally just porn, dirty talk, A LOT of swearing, masturbation, oral sex (fem, male receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up!), creampie, fingering, praising, light choking/breath play, hair pulling, soft dom haechan, rough sex, reader is super horny, reader uses she/her pronouns, haechan seems shy but is lowkey a freak??

a/n: i’ve been in a bit of a writing slump, so here’s some draft crumbs (i definitely didn’t merge two of my drafts together just to finish this 😃)

Haechan is the best roommate anyone could ever ask for. He hangs out with you, he cooks, he cleans, but most importantly he always pays his rent on time. 

But like any roommate, he has some quirks. He always sits in the chair closest to the window—you’ve officially-unofficially deemed that ‘Haechan’s spot’—and he always has scented candles lit throughout the apartment. That was the biggest shock for you considering his rough exterior. 

But your favourite thing about your kind roommate is when, typical quiet Haechan, turns into a loud, foul-mouthed gamer.

You wouldn’t even mind how much noise he makes when he plays online with his friends, but the things he says… you never would have guessed that they were even in his vocabulary. 

The first time he played online after you had moved in together, you nearly knocked his bedroom door off the hinges to make sure he was okay. He assured you that he was fine and that his games could sometimes make him ‘a little passionate’.

As it turns out though, Haechan is passionate online more than just a little. It’s almost every night. 

It’s not a problem. Or really, it wouldn’t be if you hadn’t been completely falling head over heels for him. 

You’ve always found him handsome—it would be hard no to—but now, everything about your little crush is just getting worse and worse. 

A few weeks ago, your air conditioner completely broke. When you complained to the landlord about it, he said someone would be up to look at it but no one’s come up yet. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if summer isn’t literally around the corner — but it also didn’t help that Haechan had started wearing no shirt around during the day. 

You can’t blame him. Really, you can’t, but for the love of God, why did he have to be so gorgeous? He’s bloody sculpted—strong, rippling muscles under taut tan skin with beautiful moles and freckles scattered along the smooth plains and hard ridges of his body.  

He’s a literal wet dream incarnate. 

And you just have to sit there and take it, sweating and smelling—and also probably looking—like a wet dog no matter how many showers you take to beat the heat. 

And when it comes to this crush of yours? It doesn’t help that he makes you iced coffee and cold treats all the time while simultaneously cooking dinner for you every night so you don’t have to ‘bear the heat of the stove’ like some kind of fucking gentleman. 

The way he treats you sends a fire straight to your soul, and that flame is only stoked even higher when you get to listen to him swear into his headset from across the hall. 

And tonight, he’s decided to definitely not take mercy on your feelings. 

“Oh fuck you, Mark, suck my big, fat cock and fucking choke on it, too.”

You pull your single sheet higher past your chest, and up over your face, so that not even your ceiling can see the blush rising to your cheeks as you definitely don’t think about Lee Haechan’s dick. 

If it’s anything like the rest of him, he’s probably not far from the truth when he says it’s big and huge and thick. 

You can feel yourself getting wet, your slick already dripping through your folds just at the thought of what’s under those grey shorts. Oh, what you’d do just to know…

“Oh, fuck me!”

You can’t fight the whimpers, full-on whimpers at that one. Gladly, you think to yourself at his request, but clearly that was the wrong thing to think because you suddenly feel a throbbing emptiness inside you—you can feel your walls clenching around nothing. 

You can’t help the way you run your hands over your breasts, squeezing the soft masses before simultaneously pinching both your nipples with the edge of your fingernails for the added feel of pleasure and pain. You shiver when you run your hands down your abdomen, sliding lower and lower until your hand dips into your shorts and your fingers reach the wet, sticky mess at your entrance. 

“Damn it,” you sigh quietly. 

How does listening to a man yell at computer games make you so—so… horny?

It’s almost humiliating, as you move your fingers over your clit in little circular motions, how quickly you begin to feel your orgasm building. You’ve barely even started and you can already feel the heat rising in your core. Even with your little makeshift fan on, you can feel sweat pooling under the small of your back and across your brow, and it’s not just from the heat.

“You gang of pussies!” Haechan yells again, the deep timbre of his voice shooting straight through your head and causing your pussy to throb. 

“Oh, fuck,” you whimper before promptly shoving two fingers deep inside yourself. 

You’re momentarily shocked at how smoothly they slide in, your body pliant and ready. You pump your hand quickly grinding against the heel of your palm whilst your release builds faster than ever before. 

Your toes curl and your back completely arches off your bed as you begin to pick up speed. You scissor your fingers and feel the stretch of your walls as your palm gently glides over your clit with a pressure that makes you dizzy. 

The continued murmur of Haechan’s voice from across the hall only drags you further over the cliff and you fall right off the edge when you hear his fist slam right against the wood of his desk. 

You have to bring your other hand over your mouth to prevent yourself from screaming out loud. God knows if Haechan would even hear it—who knows how loud those headphones are—but you do it anyway, hoping that the whiny noise that bursts out of you is at least somewhat absorbed by your palm. 

The aftershocks continue long after you remove your fingers. You would say you’re satisfied but you just know that he would be able to help you so much more than you could help yourself. 

Don’t get it wrong, you know how to give yourself good orgasms, for sure, but they aren’t great. At least not as great as you feel like Haechan could make them. 

You know what they say: the nice guys always tend to be freaks. 

And not even two minutes after you’ve finished stuffing your own pussy, you’re thinking about him again — and all of the stuff he’d do in bed. 

Would he spank you? Would he tell you you’re a dirty girl for even thinking about this? God… Would he call you a good girl? His good girl?

Feeling totally ashamed of that line of thought, you turn on your side and bring your sheet back to your chin. You can’t afford to think of him like that—he’s your roommate for pete’s sake. 

Picturing yourself buried into the pillows on his bed certainly isn’t going to help anybody. 

Feeling slightly sad and a little unsatisfied, you fall into a fitful sleep—hot and bothered in more than one way. 

The next night, after learning that you had never seen it, Haechan insists that the two of you watch Titanic together. 

Like always, he brought you ice-cold water and a bowl of your favourite snacks before settling into his chair beside the window. In the wintertime when it’s cold, you are sometimes able to convince him to cuddle for warmth whilst you watch a movie but definitely not tonight. 

No, tonight you stretch out on your shared couch while he sits about as far away from you as he can. It’s okay, really, it’s hot, you get it. 

But it didn’t start getting really hot until about halfway through the movie. It was pretty tame at first; your average strangers to friends to lovers story that you know from the beginning is destined for tragedy. But what you didn’t expect was the steamy, sex scene that Haechan definitely didn’t tell you about. 

Instantly, your mind hits the gutter. It’s definitely hot enough in this apartment to recreate the whole handprint thing. And suddenly all you can picture is Haechan’s large body pressing you against the window by his chair so that everyone on the street below can watch as he fucks into you from behind. 

Your thighs rub together unconsciously and the delicious yet torturous pressure sends you into an internal frenzy right then and there. 

You can’t help the way you shift back and forth on the couch, it’s truly beyond your control. It becomes extremely difficult to pay attention to the movie when the motion makes a heat lick up your spine.

He’d fuck you so well like that—pressed against the warm glass of the window. He’d wrap a massive hand around your throat to force your head back as his chest would squish your tits flat to the glass. He’d force your legs apart with a single knee and use his other leg for leverage as he slowly but deeply thrusts into you.

“You like that, baby?” He’d say, “Pressed against the window so the whole world can watch me fuck you?”  

 “___?” 

 Your eyes pop open, when did you even close them?— 

“Huh?” 

“Do you need some more water? You look a little flushed,” he says gently, concern on his brow. 

 “Oh, um, sure,” you fumble, “thank you, Haechan.”

 He stands and, in all his shirtless glory, says, “No problem, I’ll be right back.”

When he disappears from your line of sight, you quietly make a face at yourself as you pull on the ends of your hair.

Stupid, stupid, stupid—You can’t fantasise about him while he’s sitting right there, you absolute idiot—

 “Here,” he says, holding a new full glass out towards you. 

You gently take it from him, careful not to spill it or accidentally touch his fingers. “Thanks.” 

He smiles softly. “Don’t mention it.”

Just like before, you go right back to watching the movie. You sit there and squirm the whole time, hoping and praying that Haechan doesn’t look over and see you trying to grind against your own legs like some kind of horny teenager. 

And as time crawls on and on, you can’t help but wonder, how long is this fucking movie?!

“You goddamn cocksuckers,”

You scrunch your face, desperately trying to ignore the dirty swears coming from Haechan’s room. It’s so difficult to control yourself when his deep, beautiful voice reverberates around your apartment spewing words like ‘cock’ and ‘fuck me’ and ‘pussy’.

You shouldn’t react like this. You know you shouldn’t react like this but regardless, you’re still preparing to slide your hand under your shorts for another desperate, unfulfilling round of self-love. 

Or at least you were going to until your little fan unit began sputtering to a halt. You quickly sit up straight.

 “No, no, no, no. Please don’t do this, not now.”

The fan completely dies, groaning and creaking until it goes completely silent and cold air stops coming out. 

“Shit,” you say trying to turn the unit off and back on again. “You know what, maybe it’s okay. Maybe it’s cooled down outside. I could probably open the window.” 

Wrong, you learn quickly. It did not get colder when the sun went down, in fact, it’s probably just as hot as it was this afternoon. 

It doesn’t get better with time either. You decide to wait another few minutes, maybe a breeze will come by, or the temperature will drop some more. But that also turns out to be wishful thinking. It only gets hotter, and more humid, and more hell-like until you decide you just can’t take it anymore.

You get up and put on a new set of pyjamas, the ones you were wearing now soaked to the bone, and grab your phone before leaving your personal hell and stepping across the hall towards your only hope of getting a decent night's sleep.

You take a deep breath before knocking, three sharp taps of your knuckles against Haechan’s bedroom door. 

There’s a pause on the other side and you can hear him mumbling into his headset before he slowly opens up.

The rush of cold air that hits you feels like paradise against your heated skin. You feel kind of bad about it, but you just push right past Haechan and quickly close the door behind you so none of the conditioned air leaves the room.

You sigh against the cool surface of his door, your back pressed flat against the nearly icy wood. 

“Uh, can I help you?”

“Oh,” you say, stammering a little, “I’m sorry, Haechan. It’s just that the fan in my room broke and it’s hotter than hell in there. I was wondering if I could sleep in here tonight?”

His eyebrows raise on his forehead. “It broke?” He repeats. When you nod, he continues. “Uh, well y-yeah, of course. Just make yourself at home.”

He gestures to his room, a near perfect mirror of your own, before he moves to sit down again. He’s about to pull his headset back on when he pauses and looks at you. 

“The boys and I just have one more raid left. Would you mind if I played for ten more minutes?”

You’re in his room and he’s asking you for permission to play his own video games. You try not to laugh at the sweet sentiment. “No, I don’t mind at all.”

 He gives you a small smile before quickly donning the headset, “Thank you.”

You laugh at that as you sit on the side of his bed. Like you, Haechan only has a single sheet on the bed, but the difference is that his is cold as ice. You sigh as you lie back on it, your head hitting one of his cold pillows. You nearly cry at the relieving sensation as you tuck yourself under the sheet.

You lay on your side so you can watch as Haechan taps away at his keyboard. 

His side profile is absolutely striking—strong nose and defined jaw both sharp and intense, all framed by perfectly wavy hair. Even his lips look positively delicious as he bites them in concentration. 

You feel like you could fall asleep just staring at him. That is, at least, until he opens his mouth. 

“Damn it, Jeno! You were supposed to be watching the left flank, you fucking cunt.”

Your eyes shoot open as the word ‘cunt’ coming from his mouth triggers some kind of response in your core. Immediately, you feel heat again, even in the blissful temperature of his bed.

Just ignore him, just close your eyes and ignore him—

“‘Sung, I got your six, try to take the—oh, fuck me!”

You can’t, you can’t do this, you’re literally throbbing and if you don’t touch yourself you’re going to spontaneously combust.

“Jaem, go to the tower and snipe those fuckin’ dick riders now!” 

Shit, shit, shit.

His voice is low and loud and perfect and every single vibration of his chest is shooting straight to your centre at rapid speed. You have to touch yourself, you have to do something or you’re going to soak his sheets before he even turns off his computer. 

He won’t notice, he’s too wrapped up in his game to see what you’re doing so, slowly and carefully, you move your hand straight to the waistband of your shorts. In less than a second, you’re underneath your panties and applying a sweet, relieving pressure to your clit.

You continue watching him as you quietly move under the sheet. Your eyes follow the bulge of his biceps as he frantically taps away at his keyboard, the length of his torso and the definition of his chest. Every single detail you notice only pulls you deeper into a hot pool of arousal.

Your hand begins moving faster and faster, seeking that quick, mild release but you freeze when Haechan shoots up in his chair, his hands finding his hair as he yells into his microphone. 

“No, fuck! Sorry, guys, I’m dead. You still have time to take the objective.”

You’re paralyzed, unmoving, afraid of what could happen if he knew what you were doing and why. 

Your body is tilted inwards enough that you don’t think he can see your hand through the outline of the sheet, but still, you don’t move. 

He looks over then, his eyes wide almost as if he completely forgot you were there. “Oh, sorry. Am I keeping you up?” 

You smile through the mortification eating at your gut. “No, no. You’re good. It’s fun watching you play.”

It’s fun watching you play?! Are you dense?!

He smiles softly, “Okay, well it should only be a few more minutes.”

You just nod because words are suddenly the most difficult thing in the world and when he turns back to his game, you can’t help but release a silent sigh of relief.

That was so close — too close. He could have seen! 

But even still, even after the biggest scare of your life, your traitorous clit still throbs. It’s like your body has its sights set on Haechan and will do what it can to hop on his dick no matter what. 

What if he did see? Would he watch? Would he make you spread your legs as far as possible and stare at your swollen centre as you try to fuck yourself silly?

On their own accord, your fingers start moving again. Sparks shoot through you when you rub at just the right angle and your eyes close in bliss. 

You’re wetter than water and your fingers glide perfectly in little circles, each stroke making your hips wiggle and legs shift. You can feel yourself falling faster and faster, a wave beginning to reach it’s crest and—

“___, what are you doing?” 

You yelp in surprise and quickly move your hand out of your pants. 

Haechan has completely turned to face you. His elbows are on his knees and his forearms are resting between his spread legs as he looks straight at you, the intensity in his eyes nearly crippling. 

“I-I, um—nothing, nothing.”

His jaw works as he raises a single brow before leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his wide, sculpted chest. His abs tense as he inhales. 

“It didn’t look like nothing,” he says in a tone you’ve never heard from him before. It’s deep, much deeper than normal.  

“It was,” you insist weakly, “it was n-nothing .” 

His lips purse before he raises his microphone to his mouth. “I’m logging off,” is all he says before he pushes the off button on his PC, keeping eye contact with you the whole time.

He continues just staring at you and suddenly you regret every life choice you’ve ever made.

 He’s probably disgusted. 

You should’ve just stayed in your own room and suffered in the heat. You should’ve just moved in with your friends and not some hot acquaintance you didn’t even really know at the time. He was just so nice, and sweet, and attractive—

“Show me what you were doing,” he says, and it sounds like a command. His eyes are hard and dark and you’ve never been so turned on in your life — what?!

“W-what?”

“You heard me,” he says, his face still impassive, “show me. What. You were doing.”

You must look like a deer in the headlights because his eyes shift and his tone becomes a little squeaky. “U-unless you don’t want to. I’d never make you—”

He’s rambling, so you interrupt quietly with, “I do.”

“You do?”

“I do. Want to show you, that is.”

His eyes darken again, and he dips his head. “Good. Then, do it.” 

The deep, assertive tone is back, and you have to physically hold in a squeal of delight. You quickly toss the sheet back and bare yourself to the cold air of his room. Your skin rises from the hungry looking eyes that trail down your bare legs and back up again to where you’re sliding your hand back into your pants.

You resume what you were doing before, moving your hand in little circular motions so he can see the outline of your knuckles beneath your shorts.

“I was doing this,” you say, voice squeaking with every syllable.

“Hm,” he tilts his head, “and why were you doing that?”

“B-because you turn me on. Your voice turns me on. And when you’re playing your video games and you’re always swearing with dirty words—I just, I just can't help myself.”  

Your last words are so breathless you’re not even sure he’ll be able to understand them but regardless, your fingers speed up, pressing and pressing against your clit—

“Stop.” 

The assertiveness in his voice makes your hand halt on its own accord, as if your body already belongs to him completely. 

“Good girl.” 

Did he just praise you?

“I want you to turn. Put your ass on the edge of the bed and prop yourself up using my pillows.” 

You freeze again, your core flooding at the command. 

He raises an eyebrow. “Do it, ___.”

You instantly move, sitting on the edge of his bed in front of him before leaning back on a small stack of pillows so you can face him. 

He grabs your calves and puts each of your feet up on the armrests of his chair, pointing your centre directly at him and placing his body between your legs. 

“Very good,” he says again, and you can only breathe heavily in response. 

He begins skimming his hands over your shins and down the sides of your thighs. Each brush is electric, and your body can only ache with need. 

“Take your shirt off.”

You hesitate, “I’m not wearing a bra—”

“I said, take it off.”

Your shirt hits the floor before you even realise it’s up and over your head. 

He squeezes the muscle of your calves as he takes you in. His eyes become even more hooded than before and he chuckles lightly as he leans down and leaves a kiss against your knee. 

“Beautiful, baby. Beautiful. Now I want you to squeeze your pretty tits. Lightly.”

Hesitantly your hands move upwards, slowly moving your hands over your chest, molding them around and pushing them together. 

“That’s it, baby, that’s perfect. You’re perfect.” 

Instantly your insecurity fades away. He thinks you’re perfect.

His hands continue running up your thighs and back down to the tops of your feet where his thumbs massage the arch on the bottom in a soothing back and forth motion. 

“Does that feel good, baby?” He asks, and you immediately feel the need to answer. 

“Feels so good, Hyuck.” 

“I know it does, baby. Gonna make you feel so good.”

The pet name immediately causes another flood of wet warmth in your underwear and you curse, letting your head fall back against the pillows.

He kisses your other knee. “I want you to take off your shorts,” he says, “Are you wearing any panties?”

 You nod frantically but apparently, it’s not enough. “Use your words, baby.”

“Yes, I am,” you all but pant.

He smirks, “I want you to leave them on.”

You quickly unite the drawstring of your shorts, shaking them off quicker than a flash of lightning.  

“Oh, God, look at you,” Haechan says reverently, “You’re fucking dripping and I’ve barely even touched you.”

He rolls in closer to the bed and with your feet still on the armrests, your knees bend more and are pushed even further apart. He moves his arms under your legs and grips your waist tightly enough to leave finger-shaped bruises. 

“How long have you been this needy for me?” 

“Since the movie,” you squirm, “I didn’t have a chance to get myself off before my fan broke.”

He nuzzles the inside of your knee, “My poor baby girl. I’m gonna make you feel—” a kiss to the inside of your thigh, “all—” another on the other side, “better.”

Without any more hesitation, Haechan licks a long, hot stripe over the fabric of your panties and you cry out, fisting the sheet below you with an iron grip. It’s pure ecstasy—the way his tongue feels against you. It’s warm and strong and the pressure is perfect. 

“God, baby, you taste amazing. All for me,” he murmurs against your core, his voice once again lighting you up like a fucking candle. He brushes his nose over the material before leaving a kiss right above your clit. “You smell amazing, too.”

There’s no way your breathing is healthy at this point, with how shaky your moans are, reveling in the feeling of his nose against your pubic bone. 

“Tell me what you need, baby.”

God, he wants you to form actual words? 

“I-I need your fingers—I need them inside me, please, Hyuck—”

Your begging cuts off into a loud groan when he presses a single finger hard against your entrance through the material of your panties. The pressure makes your head spin but annoyance bubbles up at the fact that your underwear is still on. 

“Uh oh,” he says innocently, his voice light and teasing, “It seems like there’s a bit of a problem here. Your beautiful panties are in my way!”

 You growl. “Then take them off!” 

He tsks and moves his face away.

“That’s no way to talk to me, now, is it?” 

You only grunt in response and in an instant, he picks you up by the waist and flips you around like you weigh no more than a piece of paper. Before you even realise what’s happening, he’s pressing your face into the mattress with one hand and lifting your ass up into the air with the other. He leans over your back, using his chest to push you down even further as he breathes in your ear.

 “I asked you a question, baby.”

You huff a laugh in the sheets. “Sorry Hyuck,” you manage breathily. 

He smiles, “Oh, don’t apologise just yet, baby.” He slips his fingers under your underwear. “Let’s get this off, shall we?” 

Slowly, he peels your underwear off your ass. They stick to where they’ve soaked through at your entrance, but you moan at the sensation of finally being exposed to the cold air. 

“Fuck, your pussy is so pretty—it’s practically glistening, baby.”

His voice, his fucking voice is so goddamn close to your ass you can feel each syllable crawl up your spine. Finally, he runs his fingers up and down your slit, the contact is so relieving that you push back against his hand.

You can hear the smile in his voice when he says, “So wet for me, I’ll be able to just slide my fingers in, huh?” And with that, he slowly works one finger inside.

With something to finally clench on to, you groan, burying your face into the mattress. 

Slowly, he develops a rhythm, working one finger in and out as he murmurs sweet nothings against the cleft of your ass. 

“Such a pretty, little pussy. So tight and wet and warm. I wonder what it’ll be like to finally stick my cock in here.” He kisses, “Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? How long I’ve wanted you spread out and panting on my bed? It’s been a long fucking time, I’ll tell you that.”

You groan in response.

 “How ‘bout a second one? Do you want another finger?”

“Y-yes, Hyuck, p-please.”

“Good girl,” he says as he slowly slides a second finger inside. “Fuckk. Your tight, little pussy is stretching so beautifully.” He continues pumping his hand as he sits up and leans over you, leaving soft little kisses at your spine. “What else do you want, baby? Tell me what you need.” 

Words are extremely difficult with the sensation of his weight over your body. “More, I just need m-more.”

“More what? Say it.” 

You can feel your eyes roll into the back of your head as he hits a particularly sensitive point inside you. “Uhgn, another-another finger, please, a-and please touch my clit.”

“Is that it, baby? That’s all you had to say.”

Not even two seconds later, you’re being stuffed to your limit as three fingers push past your opening. There’s a little more resistance to the intrusion but you’re so aroused that the pain is completely outweighed by pleasure. The more and more he pumps his hand the faster and faster you can feel yourself racing towards your orgasm. 

Sparks fly behind your eyes when he moves his other hand over your clit. He must’ve been paying attention to the way you were doing it before because he’s moving in tight little circles, just how you like it. After what feels like the blink of an eye, you’re falling off the edge and screaming out in sweet relief. 

Behind you, Haechan leaves kisses on your hips as he continues working his fingers in and out nice and slowly. “There you go. That’s it. Ride it out, I’m right here.”

“Uhg, Hyuck,” you moan, “so good.”

He doesn’t respond but when he removes his fingers, you’re left a trembling, drooling mess. 

“You look absolutely wrecked, and we haven’t even started yet,” he chuckles.

You roll onto your side, tremors still wracking your body and look up at him. He’s so gorgeous, and it’s not just some kind of post-orgasm haze either—his eyes are alert as he looks down at you, his shoulders broad and strong as he breathes heavily.  

“You’re beautiful,” it slips out past your lips unconsciously. 

He ducks his head and chuckles shyly, a soft blush falling over his features. When he looks up again, his eyes are dark and predatory.

“Don’t go all soft on me now,” He sits down in his chair and points to the floor between his legs. “Get over here.”

Like a puppy, you jump up and nearly fall trying to get to the floor in front of him. Your knees hit the carpet so hard you’ll probably get a rug burn, but at the moment, you couldn’t give two fucks. 

When you look up at him, he’s got his eyes fixed on you while his hand grips the outline of his cock through his grey pyjama pants. You have to do a double take when you see it — because there’s no way anyone’s cock is that big — but when he grabs your hand and places it under his own, you realise that there is a way.

You rub your hand back and forth over the material as gently as possible and his head falls back against his chair. “That’s it, baby. Just like that,” he rasps. 

You can feel the warmth of it through the fabric and even though you only just came, your empty walls clench in protest. “Can I see it?” 

He opens his eyes and looks down at you—he smirks and his cock twitches in your hand before he’s nodding. 

He lifts his hips and pulls both his pants and his boxers down in one motion letting his cock spring free into the open air. You shift back onto your ass so you can take in the whole picture. The head of him is already red and angry, yet strong and beautiful as the tip leaks a bead of clear precum. 

Haechan places his hand on the back of your head, guiding you towards him. “I want you to lick it. Right from the bottom to the top.”

And you do just that. You take him in hand, the velvety softness of him staggering for a moment, before you lean in and brush your tongue wetly on the underside of him, following a thick vein from the base to the tip.

He hums in approval. “Good, baby, good.” 

Feeling bold at the praise, you lick it again before latching your lips over the head and hollowing your cheeks. His fingers tighten almost painfully in your hair, holding you right where he wants you. 

“God,” he hisses, “yes.”  

You pull off him with a noisy pop before spitting in your hand. You look up at him through thick eyelashes, batting them innocently before you grip him softly, smearing the saliva along the length of him and dipping back down to take him again. 

Taking him deep is a lot more difficult than expected. It’s not just the length of him that makes it difficult, but the girth too. Before you can even really get started you feel your jaw aching at the joint and your lips stretching at the pressure. 

When you look up at him, the adoration in his eyes is almost overwhelming.

“Think you could take all of my cock?” He asks, running his hand over your hair.

You look hesitantly at him before nodding. 

“Good. I’m gonna help you, okay? Tap out if you can’t take it,” He says looking straight into your eyes. 

You nod in understanding before diving down onto him again. This time you get a little further than you did before, but when you move to come up for air, his hand is there twisting in your hair and pressing you down even further.

You gurgle in surprise but he's right there.

“Shh, you’re okay. Breathe through your nose and relax, you can do this.”

You take in a deep breath and move forward, forcing Haechan’s cock down the length of your tongue until it hits the back of your throat. Without meaning to, you gag, but instead of helping you up, Haechan only holds you there.

“Hold it, baby, you can do it,” he groans.

Your gag reflex is working in full force now—there are tears running down your face and you can feel your throat working trying to make up for the oxygen that isn't getting to your lungs. 

After a few more seconds, Haechan roughly pulls you off, moaning loud and deep as you cough and sputter.  

The sting of your scalp is soothed by his fingers as he runs them gently through your hair. “You did so good. I think you get to be rewarded now,” he says deeply. 

Before you even get a chance to think, Haechan picks you under your arms and tosses you onto the bed like a rag doll. 

You land on your back, bouncing gently against his mattress as he slowly stands and grabs your ankles. He pulls your ass back to the edge of the bed to where it was before and leans over you, leaving a trail of kisses from your navel to your sternum—where he stops to lavish each of your boobs with a roughness that takes your breath away—and then all the way to your jaw.

On the soft skin of your neck, you feel him bite down hard and then suck. You feel yourself smile as he grips your jaw tightly in one hand. There’s a sweet moment where your eyes meet, and you know that the kiss that’s about to happen is so much more than just lust. 

There’s actual feelings wrapped up behind those eyes when he moves in to kiss you, his lips ghosting over yours until you wrap your arms around his neck and he dives in.

Your tongues meld and teeth clash—and before you know it—he’s pulling away with another kiss to your chest.

Haechan straightens you out again before grabbing his pillows and sticking them underneath your hips, tilting them upwards to meet his. Your heartbeat picks up and excitement coils low in your belly as you watch him pump his own cock.

His own breathing has picked up too when he huffs, “Want me to grab a condom?”

The thought of the latex being a barrier has you panicking, “No, no, we’re safe. I’m on birth control. And I’m clean.” 

He groans, tilting his head. “Fuck, you’ll be the death of me.”

When he steps between your legs, you instantly lock them around his waist. There is no way he’s leaving now — you couldn’t let him. You’ve been dreaming of this moment for so long that if it didn’t happen you don’t know what you’d do with yourself.

 He looks down, guiding himself towards your entrance where he rubs his shaft along the length of your slit, soaking himself in your slick before nudging your clit with his head.

 You moan, making him smile. “You’re so fucking ready for me.” 

“Fuck, just please put it inside me. I need you so bad, Hyuck.” 

And with that he’s sliding in, inch by glorious inch until he’s seated to the hilt, waiting for you to adjust. You’ve never felt this full. You lay there and take everything he’s giving you, the feel of him throbbing inside of you has your eyes rolling in ecstasy. 

Haechan’s enjoying himself too, gasping almost as much as you are. “Holy fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good. Your little pussy is so fucking tight you feel like a goddamn vice.”

This is it. 

The reason you’re even here right now is because of your attraction to the way Haechan’s beautiful, innocent mouth spews absolutely filthy words. You’ve waited for this moment; there is something so sexy about the way the timbre of his voice wraps around each dirty syllable that is being directed at you. 

You’re moaning again and he hasn’t even started moving yet. 

“Fuck, __. Can I—Please?” He asks. He sounds like he’ll die right inside your cunt if you say no. 

You nod frantically, needing him as much as he’s needing you. 

He pulls out slowly, before he begins shallowly thrusting, moving only a little bit at a time and you can tell it’s to prevent from hurting you.

But you’re not some breakable play-thing so you grab one of his hands off your waist and bring it to your throat, spreading his fingers across the slim column of your neck before saying lowly, deliberately, “Fuck me harder, Hyuck.”

He stares at you for a second before something inside him just snaps and he loses all control, impaling you roughly on his cock as his fingers tighten around your throat. 

As he pinches the blood vessels at the sides of your neck, your vision becomes blurry and your head races in a way that has you dizzy with pleasure. That combined with the erratic, deep thrusts penetrating your pussy has you cresting over the wave of your orgasm with quick speed.

You cry out as you clench down around him, and he only speeds up, dragging it out further and further until you’re blubbering and mewling. With your throat still in his hand, Haechan leans back down, covering you with the weight of his body as he kisses you messily. 

“So fucking good, baby. You feel like fucking heaven.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, keeping him close. “Come inside me, Hyuck,” you groan, absolutely mindless with pleasure. 

It’s not long after that his thrusts begin to stutter, slowly coming to a stop as he buries himself to the hilt and drains himself inside you. His warm spend paints the inside of your walls, soothing the aching aftershocks of your own orgasm. 

After a moment, Haechan goes soft and pulls out with a squelching noise that makes you cringe. The sudden emptiness between your legs is staggering and you're almost upset at the loss. 

He holds his weight on one elbow as he looks down between you to where his cum is spilling out of your pussy. With a single finger, he gathers it all up and pushes it back inside like that’s where it belongs. 

When he looks back at your face, there’s such happiness in his eyes that you smile yourself. Then he rests his head on your collarbone and sighs, before he looks back up at you. Suddenly he goes sheepish and the hand that was at your throat, moves to play with an errant strand of your hair. 

He coughs, “Well, that was good.”

“Good?” You scoff but it turns into a laugh, “You just fucked my brains out with the best dick I’ve ever had in my life and the only word you use to describe it is good?”

He laughs and pinches the underside of your boob, “Brat. You know what I mean. That was the best sex I’ve ever had too.”

For a moment, you just lay there smiling like fools before Haechan’s ears pinken. He looks back into your eyes and says, “You know, I think we did this all backwards, but would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow?”

Your heart flutters inside your chest. “Hyuck, I’d love to.” 

His smile is near blinding. “Really? I’ve already got a few places in mind that you might like. I keep a list of the foods you love so I think you’d—”

“I’m gonna love them,” you insist, grabbing his face and bringing him down for another soft kiss. 

He chuckles against your mouth. “Yeah?”

You nod. “Yeah. But…”

“But?”

You bite his bottom lip. “But I’m not leaving this bed until we do that at least one more time.”

He runs a hand down to your ass, squeezing the flesh there and smiling mischievously.

“Don’t have to ask me twice.”