#haechan blurbs
[3:38 pm]
haechan is sitting on the couch in the dressing room when you enter. you decided to surprise him before a show, having not seen him for quite a while due to quarantine. you rush over to where he is sitting, and when his eyes land on you, he gasps and opens his arms wide.
“hihaechan,” you giggle as he eagerly pulls you into his lap. you play with his hair as he he cranes his neck up to look at you.
“i missed you so much,” he pouts and you kiss him. he buries his face into the warmth of your chest as he continues to hold you. “you smell nice.”
his grip on you is so tight you can’t help but beam at the fact he has been so eager to see you.
[00:27]
a/n: WOW ive been gone for a hot min ㅠㅠ sorry guys university is just very crazy and im going to korea this september so ive been working my ass off which means i haven’t had to time to sit down and write!! but im here now after a burst of inspiration at 11pm…. this aint proofread but i hope you like it <33
wc: 506
warnings: like. one mention of s*x but none is actually involved pls its just very hot n heavy but all they do is kith
the study is a serious room for serious business, haechan’s father says.
haechan thinks having this rendezvous with you, the daughter of his father’s mortal enemy, in his study, is quite serious business indeed.
“my lady,” haechan breathes, words dripping with want, “you are quiteinconsiderate.”
his lips are a hair’s breadth from yours. you know that in this moment, if you simply leaned a little closer, you could end the constant yearning between you.
“i think,” you reply, just as silent and softly as him, “youarequite greedy.” you lean away from him, just barely hearing his slight whine of disappointment.
you take his hand, play with his fingers. he lets you. eagerly anticipating your next move. “what you need,” you begin, tracing your hand up his sleeve, “is to learn,” you sit him down at the desk, stand up, walk behind him, and grasp his shoulders, massaging them slightly, “some patience.” you whisper in his ear, while your hands move to his neck.
haechan takes a deep breath, waiting. for what, he doesn’t know.
careful to avoid his windpipe, your hands squeeze.
he makes an obscene noise, loud and wanton - for a second, before he regains himself.
you bite his earlobe. lightly, of course.
he shudders.
you coax him up again, eyes locked onto his like a predator and its willing prey.
this time, you curl your fingers in his hair, bring him in close. you expect him to complain again, but he remains silent. only the dilation of his eyes, visible in the firelight, and the glisten of his freshly licked lips against the firelight betray his desire. you stare at his lips for an achingly long time, bringing yours ever, painstakingly, closer. you brush your lips against his, and haechan’s breath hitches. you move away, and he whines once more.
“must you tease me so?” he says, almost spent.
“no.” you reply, coy. “but it’s fun,” you add, and draw him in for a real kiss this time. he almost melts in your arms, but you clutch his hair ever tighter, and he wakes up enough to inject his fervor into your veins. he leads you back towards the desk, prompting you to sit on it, and as he stands between your legs and grinds into you, haechan thinks it’d be so nice, so easy, if you so desired - so easy for him to just push aside your skirts and have his way with you.
pulling away for air is like hell on earth, and as he comes back for more, his own hands, once caressing your face, now steadily traveling south - a knock sounds on the door. you reluctantly pull apart, a string of saliva still connecting the two of you, and hurry to hide.
as you listen to haechan try and explain away the person at the door, you think to yourself on how this really was supposed to be a serious meeting. you also don’t think you can find it in yourself to really care that it wasn’t, though.
[21:52]
you remember him on a summer night like this. golden eyes, bright smiles he felt like heaven. his hair was a soft chestnut brown that glimmered in the moonlight as he took your hand in his, wrapping his warm fingers around yours with his sunglasses perched low on his nose. you felt the sand crinkle between your toes as hyuck, now gone from your grip, stood alone on the rocky shore of the beach before beckoning you over, a small pout resting on his lips with his hand outreached expectantly for yours. as you took his warm hand, bracing yourself for the harsh ocean wind blowing your way with the sea crashing violently against the rocky shore, a look of worry graced his face for a split second before he turned to you. you giggled as you glanced at him a lopsided grin plastered on his features with his windblown hair resting messily upon his head as you asked him. “why? scared hyuck?” you could almost hear him light scoff at your question, a gentle smile spread across his red lips. you felt his hand grip tighter around yours, a quiet giggle left his lips as he placed a feathering kiss upon your nose before quirking back, his eyes watching yours intently. “never y/n.” it was a beautiful night wasn’t it, you thought to yourself. a heavenly night with a heavenly boy. but with all boys like him, he was never meant to last.
[03:09]
tarotreader!hyuck’s heart always skips a beat when he sees you walk into his shop for one of his infamous late-night readings.
