Casual Conversations On A Friday Afternoon God Bless

casual conversations on a friday afternoon god bless

i may be jaemin biased but i am so incredibly in love with jisung he is just such a beautiful soul i would do anything for him :((((

between the sheets » ldh

genre | smut (mdni!!), haechan x reader

word count | 2.2k

summary | you find yourself chased out of your apartment in the dead of night, and desperately seeking a place to sleep, you somehow wind up at haechan’s door

warnings | smut, afab!reader and female pronouns, fingering + handjob, basically the “only one bed” trope, tiny mention of alcohol but no drinking

the time reads 2:47 am.

there’s not a single person, or even evidence of one, in sight. the empty expanse of the hall is left in cold silence, besides the torrent of the rain and hail against the window panes. the stale air feels as though it chills you down to the bone. you squeeze your eyes shut, as the burning glow of the fluorescent lights makes them sting, and you bury your face in the blanket you have draped around you like a cape.

you heave a heavy sigh, banging your fist against the door in front of you again, louder this time. you know haechan isn’t a light sleeper, but he lives in your apartment complex and it’s the only place you could think to go at this time of night in this severe of a storm. you’d called him a few times, but with no answer to any of them you assumed he slept through each ring.

you begin to become frustrated, lowering yourself to plop down and sit criss-cross on the dingy carpet. a strike of lightening cracks through the eerie darkness outside the window, a deep boom of thunder following soon after. contemplating your next move, you rest your head in your palms. the fatigue starts crawling to your head; the strange calm of the harsh rain could lull you to sleep right here if you let it.

you decide to try calling haechan one more time. “hyuckie” displays on the screen as you rest your phone on your knee, growing more hopeless with each second it continues to ring. even if it means you have to camp out in the hallway, there’s no way you’re going back to your apartment.

finally the phone stops ringing, and you hear rustling on the other end of the line. you perk up, grabbing the phone off of your leg to lift it to your ear.

“whaaaat?” haechan answers, audibly tired.

“hey, um,” you start timidly. “can you let me in? i’m outside.”

you weren’t sure what you had expected his response to be, and really, there wasn’t one. he just ends the call, and for a fleeting second your heart drops.

until you hear muffled noises deep within his apartment. you glance up at the door and lean in to listen a little closer.

shuffling. haechan’s sleepy grumbling. a faint thump. “oww!” he whines, and you assume he’s stubbed his toe on his coffee table. you breathe a sigh of relief as you hear him coming closer.

the door swings open, revealing a very exhausted looking haechan. your eyes trail up his fleece pajama pants and white tshirt to his face. he squints against the bright light, looking down at you through one eye as he rubs the other with the side of his hand. you give him a sheepish smile from the floor, watching him balance himself against the doorway. you wonder what he could possibly be thinking upon seeing you, sitting desperately at his doorstep, wearing nothing but a thin top and shorts, and a throw blanket veiled over your hunched shoulders.

“what are you doing?” he grumbles softly, sifting his fingers through his sloppy hair. thunder rumbles through the sky again, vibrating the walls around you.

you bring yourself up from the floor, pulling your small blanket tighter around yourself. “i’m sorry, can i- is it okay if i- if i sleep here?” you ask with a small hesitant voice, suddenly realizing that you really didn't have a plan for what to say if he opened the door.

haechan’s brow furrows. the wheels almost visibly struggle to turn in his drowsy head. a moment of harsh quiet hangs in the air between you.

“please?” you finally speak, more hushed this time.

his gaze on you softens just a bit after hearing your plea. you aren’t quite sure why it changed so suddenly; maybe the desperation was on your face, or maybe he picked up on how your voice was an inch from breaking.

“yeah, uh- yeah of course,” he answers, and he steps back from the doorway to allow you inside. you give him a small smile and breathe a relieved “thank you” as you slip past him.

dull, cloudy moonlight filters through the large windows, replacing the buzzing white light from the hall as haechan closes the door behind him. you allow your eyes to adjust to the new darkness, maneuvering your way around the furniture to sit yourself on his couch. he turns and walks the other way with a quiet hum, making his way to his kitchen.

as you situate yourself on the cushions, you feel uneasy. you were no stranger to haechan or his apartment- you weren’t even a stranger to sleeping on this very couch, but that had always been accompanied by having just a bit too much liquor in your blood and a few more wasted friends littered across the floor.

you'd never seen his apartment so…still.

you try your best to snuggle comfortably into your small blanket, folding your legs up beside you and leaning to lay your head on the arm rest. as you do, haechan emerges from around the corner and makes a lazy trail back to his bedroom with a bottle of water swinging in his hand.

but he stops and turns around, his eyes landing on you, curled up in the corner of his couch.

“what are you doing?” he questions a second time.

“what do you mean?”

silence lingers once more. he cracks his bottle open, taking a few thick gulps. he leans back against the wall as he screws the cap back on.

“why are you on the couch? get up, come on.”

confusion wracks your brain. haechan casually approaches you and holds out his hand. as you stare at it for a moment, dumbfounded, you finally understand what he means.

“no- no its okay, i don’t want to be any more of a burden-“

haechan says your name, simple and soft, and you stop short.

“it’s freezing, i’m not letting you sleep on the couch. come on.”

something feels different.

you look up at him, standing over you. this is haechan- the look, the voice, everything. the very same haechan you’ve known all these years. lee donghyuck, who you’ve adored since you first met him. he’s loud and sarcastic and at times even a bit full of himself.

but in this moment, he’s… gentle. you melt under his gaze.

you raise your hand to take his, and he leads you to his room without another word.

stepping into haechan’s bedroom is like taking a leap of faith. its unknown to you, like unexplored waters. its cozier than you assumed it would be. a homey sort of smell wafts into you as he guides you toward the bed, and a mellow light glows from a small lamp on his bedside table. the blankets and pillows look comfortable and plush, still in disarray from slumber.

the bed looks incredibly inviting; you stare at the covers, twisting the hem of your shirt between your fingers. haechan clicks the lamp off and settles between the sheets on the opposite side like he never left.

you give him an apprehensive look in the dim moonlight. he reaches up to grab your wrist, pausing to glance up at you as if to ask permission, and you let him pull you down onto the mattress. haechan tugs the blankets up and around you in one swift motion. a shudder spills down your spine as the cold sheet settles around your body.

in an attempt to get comfortable, you shuffle around a bit and roll over on your side. coming eye to eye with him, it dawns on you how close to him you actually are.

for the next few lofty minutes, everything feels rooted in time. from the window comes winds howling through the trees and pouring rain, and from your chest comes the relentless drumming of your heartbeat. haechan’s sleepy gaze is lazily fixed on you. the heat in your cheeks is so intense you hope he can't feel it on his own.

haechan is so nonchalant it feels like you’re in different worlds. your eyes flicker across his silhouette; he’s so incredibly handsome up close you nearly swoon. you swear there’s electricity buzzing across the short space between you.

“you’re really pretty when you’re nervous.”

your mind stutters. “i’m not nervous!” you blurt out.

“oh yeah? are you shivering because you’re cold, then?”

you hadn't realized you were still trembling. the beating of your heart in your throat makes it impossible to reply. haechan’s hand moves under the covers and gently snakes around you to rest on the small of your back, making your breath falter. before you even know it’s happened, he’s pulled you closer to him. your arm flies up to steady yourself before you crash into him from the force, and your hand lands on his chest. haechan’s warmth envelopes you, and it's borderline intoxicating.

“better?”

for a long moment, you stare at each other, breathing the same air, hearts beating in tandem.

“is this real?” the words had come out before you could stop them.

a smirk appears on haechan’s lips. “i hope so,” he breathes.

his fingers trace up your spine, leaving goosebumps on your skin in their wake. when his hand tenderly cups your cheek your breathing becomes heavy and labored, stomach fluttering. you subconsciously lean into his touch as his thumb strokes the apple of your cheek. you see his eyes break away from yours and land on your parted lips.

“can i kiss you?”

the most subtle of nods is all you can muster.

his mouth meets yours, simple and sweet, just briefly before he pulls away. even such a small moment felt like a dream.

you then slide your hand up his chest, you eyes never leaving his. you lean into him again. hot breath falling on his damp lips, your nose gingerly brushing against his. you lace your fingers in his thick locks, delicately scratching at his scalp.

his eyes leave yours as they flutter closed. he lets out the most docile whine- so small you almost missed it- and you cave.

you bring him in and attach your lips once again. this one is messier; your nerves dissolve as the only sense whirling through your entire being is the desire you feel. haechan lets out a low groan into your mouth, fingers slipping delicately across the skin of your hip, then sliding down to grip the back of your thigh and drag your leg up and over his waist. you moan into the heated kiss, suddenly feeling how wet you are as your legs separate from each other.

as one hand continues to tug his hair, the other drifts up to find purchase on his shoulder, knuckles turning white as you dig your fingers in and pull your chest into his. you rock your hips on his thigh situated between your legs. haechan lets out a trembling breath as you brush against the erection behind his fleece pajama pants.

haechan’s fingers inch up the inside of your thigh, stopping just slightly above the bottom of your shorts and skating ever so softly across the hem of your underwear. your body temperature raises with excitement.

he pulls his lips away from yours, breathing strained.

“is this okay?” he asks.

“yes,” you sigh.

pushing the fabric out of the way, haechan’s fingers brush against the sensitive area, and you let out a pathetic whimper at the slimmest about of contact. slow circles begin to trace around your clit, and you bite your lip as your head tilts back.

haechan’s hot mouth meets the spot on your neck just below your ear, leaving sloppy kisses across the sweaty skin. his fingers quicken against your pussy, dipping in and out of your soaked entrance.

“god,” haechan grumbles against your skin. “you have no idea how long i've wanted this to happen, pretty girl.” his sudden pet name for you makes you sink in his arms.

“i do,” you huff. “believe me, i do”

you trail a hand down to dip below the waistband of his pants. his chokes out a surprised groan when your silky fingers brush along the head of his hardened cock. you sink further to grip the base, stroking him up and down at an agonizing pace. he growls into your neck, sinking his teeth into your pulse.

as you work each other in sync, you grab his jaw and pull him up into a clumsy kiss. you swallow each others lewd sounds, striving to bring each other crashing into your release.

the tension building inside you threatens to spill over. “close- hah, close,” you mewl. he picks up the pace, his hand shaking, and not long after, you’re barreling headfirst into a blinding orgasm. you bury your face into haechan’s neck and cry out, your wet lips drooling on his shirt.

you keep up the momentum you've set, pumping haechan’s cock, and lift up your head to watch him cum as heavy breaths wrack your lungs. his chest rumbles with a low growl as he twitches in your hand and warm cum spills through your fingers. his brows draw together above his closed eyes, his jaw clenched so tight you fear his teeth might break.

vision fuzzy, lightheaded, you both take a few moments to regain your senses. you look up at him through your lashes, humid breaths spilling through the lazy grin on your lips.

“wow,” he huffs, admiring your post-cum glow, his eye lids heavy. “you should sleep over more often.”

“oh? why? so you can fuck me next time?” you tease, your thumb brushing against his lower lip as he smiles. he leans down to meet you in another slow, sultry kiss, your dewey lips moving together in a perfectly languid flow.

“no, not just that,” he responds upon pulling away. “but that would be nice.” he winks.

teacher’s pet » mkl

genre | smut (mdni!!), college professor!mark x student!reader

word count | 1.7k

summary | you’re infatuated by your english literature professor, and your grade is suffering because of it, so you decide to talk to him about it

warnings | smut, afab!reader and female pronouns, oral (f receiving)

loosely based on teacher’s pet by melanie martinez

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“professor lee,” your words are delicate as they fall from your lips, and you do nothing to suppress the nervous smile that appears on your face when he looks up at you over the rim of his glasses.

class has just ended, and the other students have just finished filtering out. the air feels thick despite the fact its now only you two in the room. “may i talk to you about something, sir?” you fiddle with the cuffs of your sweater as you stand at the front of his desk.

“of course,” he replies with a friendly smile. he sets down his pen and rises from his chair, moving swiftly around the desk and taking a seat on the edge, right in front of you. suddenly you’re hyper aware of how he’s now at eye level with you. he clasps his hands together, resting his elbows on his knees, and leans forward a bit to hear what you have to say.

“what’s on your mind?”

all of a sudden, you seize up. you’ve never had to talk to him in private before, and you’re frozen under his kind brown eyes that are fixed entirely on you. you attempt to get any coherent string of words out, but your mouth will just not respond. after a second of silence he lets out a gentle chuckle, and your cheeks flare with heat.

“taking a wild guess here, this is about your grade, yeah?”

a little ashamed that he already knows, you give him a timid nod. “yes, sir.”

“i’ve seen your transcripts, i know you’re a very smart girl, y/n. but your grade in this class just doesn’t reflect that.” as he speaks he adjusts his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. you stare at his fingers as they move. “i’ve been meaning to ask you about it for a while.”

“i, i-huhm,” you gulp, praying that he can’t tell how nervous you are in his presence. your chest begins to tighten up, attempting to stutter out any morsel of an excuse. you lower your head in embarrassment, fidgeting with the fabric of your skirt. he must have noticed the way your breathing involuntarily stutters.

“hey, it’s alright, sweetheart,” you hear him say, and you feel his fingers brush against your hand. your heart flutters as you feel him gently pull you forward, closer to him. a gasp catches in your throat as you snap your head up to look at him, your eyes wide and body temperature rising as you’re now standing between his legs.

his hand holds yours gently on his knee, thumb brushing across your knuckles. his free hand rises to brush your hair off your shoulder. you swear your legs could betray you at any second.

“i’m here to help you, okay? but you have to tell me what’s going on.” theres a tone in his voice and a warmth in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. his aura is so… loving.

“i think- uhm,” you swallow hard. “i think i’m just a bit distracted is all.”

he hums in thought. you feel your resolve starting to crumble at a pace that’s impossible to recover from. as your eyes dip down to his lips, you notice the way they tip up in a teasing smile.

“what’s distracting you?” his words are slow, heavy.

hot blood rushes through your veins. you can practically feel your pupils dilate. “i wish i could answer that,” you breathe.

english literature had never been your forte as it is, but now that mr. lee- the genuinely most heart stopping man you’ve ever seen- is teaching that subject, it was as if you couldn’t write an intelligible sentence to save your life. you never would have expected a simple professor your sophomore year of college to have such a destructive effect on your grade, as well as your sanity.

coursework is something you can just never will yourself to focus on when he is in the same room. how he sticks the stem of his glasses between his teeth while he grades papers, the way his forearms flex when he leans against a table, that deep voice of his rambling on and on about god knows what while you’re sat in your seat, practically drooling on the end of your pen and rubbing your thighs together as you can only dream of the things you wanted him to do to you.

how can you tell him that he is your distraction?

“you can tell me, i promise.”

your brain is full of fog. you no longer have enough sense to decipher whether or not you’re being completely delusional in thinking he wants exactly what you do. but theres such a strong force pulling you in, weighing you down that you just can’t bring yourself to fight it anymore.

so with not a single thought in your mind other than just your utter need for him, you can’t stop yourself from swiftly leaning forward and stealing his lips in a kiss.

you pull away as soon as you realize what’s happened, ready to babble out some sort of justification for having done something so inappropriate, but you notice one of his hands now lays on your cheek, and the other that held yours has pulled you in even closer, your fingers now resting on his upper thigh. his eyelids are low, breath heavy, glasses fogged.

in a split second you’ve gripped his button up shirt in your fists and pulled your chests together with full force, your lips moving desperately against his. he slides both his large hands around your waist, venturing down to where your skirt falls. you feel his fingertips brush against your skin, digging into the plush of your thighs just below your underwear. you groan into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and practically rutting against him for any sort of friction you can find.

he takes this as a hint, gripping the back of your legs and hoisting you up as he stands. you cling to him, fervently kissing him as if he’d disappear if you separated. his hands knead your flesh under your skirt, kissing with you with equal messy hunger.

the kiss breaks once more when he makes it to the other side of his desk, plopping you down in his wheeled office chair. you squeeze the fabric of his collar in your fingers, chasing his lips when they pull away from yours.

“i’ve got some extra credit for you, sweetheart,” your professor says, your chin held between his fingers as you gawk up at him towering over you. face flushed and lips raw, he grins deviously at you from above. you gaze at him like he’s an angel in disguise. “you think you can earn it?”

“yes, sir.”

“good girl,” he purrs, lowering himself to the floor in front of you. your breath quickens, pussy beating with desire at just the mere image of your professor on his knees before you. the loving aura he had is now gone, replaced with nothing but lust.

his eyes are trained solely on your face as he flips your skirt up, revealing your lacy white panties that are already soaked, leaking onto the faux leather of the seat.

“is this okay?” he asks you. you nod frantically.

he smirks at your eager reaction, hooking his fingers under the hem of your panties to pull them down your shaking legs. you whimper sweetly as his fingers trace ever so lightly against your dripping entrance. but you whine as the tender friction disappears, and he’s suddenly right next to you, hot breath tickling your ear.

“you have to be quiet, pretty girl, do you think you can do that for me?” he warns. you arch your back, nails digging into the arm rests, begging for him to continue.

“yes, sir,” you mewl once more.

he hums in satisfaction, placing a hot kiss on your jaw. sweat collects on your hairline as you watch him loosen the black tie around his neck, whipping it off his shirt so harshly it cracks against the tiled floor. the silky fabric covers your mouth as he presses it to your face, and ties it in a tight knot at the back of your head.

needy whimpers of anticipation bleed into the cloth around your mouth as he lowers himself between your legs. the moment his tongue finally meets your weeping core you choke out a muffled cry. as his tongue delves in he groans against your skin, the deep vibration making your head fall back and your eyes squeeze shut. he keeps his hands on your trembling thighs to keep the wheels from moving, sinking his fingers into your soft skin.

your own hands move from their place on the arm rests into his blond hair, raking and yanking as you mercilessly attempt to ground yourself despite the bold pace he’s already moving at. your breath feels muggy against your skin as its trapped in your mouth as you moan.

each second that passes as your professor devours you makes it harder to keep yourself quiet. his tongue swirls faster and faster with little warning, his nose brushing your clit with every bob of his head. a dull buzzing begins to simmer inside you and you just know you’re making an absolute mess of his face.

rapidly approaching release, one of your hands finds purchase on the edge of the desk, gripping so hard your knuckles burn white. the other stays in his hair, tugging him impossibly closer to your core. he notices you’re close, and shifts his tongue up to focus solely on your clit. tears start to spill through your lashes and down your red cheeks as you cum on your professor’s face, and he works you through your orgasm while lewd, pathetic whines are stifled by your makeshift muzzle.

panting heavily, you shiver as he tugs the tie down to hang loosely around your neck, a string of saliva connecting to your lips. you open your eyes and blush when you’re met with his face, covered and glistening from your juices, the lenses of his glasses still cloudy. his pretty wet mouth grins at you, a hand coming up to wipe away the tear stains.

“such a good student, you’re my sweet little teachers pet, yeah?”

Renjun Faded in my last song

Why did I go to hc’s house?

its honestly up to reader interpretation, originally i thought maybe y/n was kicked out by her boyfriend or something but cheating makes me uncomfy, and then i was like well then maybe they broke up after an argument and that’s why she asked to stay at hyucks, but i also just didn’t really enjoy the idea of having sex with your friend immediately after ending a relationship lmao, beyond that i couldn’t think of something specific that could drive her out like that but i really didn’t want to scrap it because of that so

idk maybe i was just reading into it a little too far or its just things that make me feel weird but yeah! i hope you enjoyed the read regardless 🖤