#subdonghyuck

Pairing:Lee Donghyuck/Haechan (NCT) x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff/Smut

Contains: Mentions of abuse, scars, body worship, making out, hand job, marking, blow-job, dirty talk, nipple play, dry-humping

Word count: 2581

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Losing yourself in Donghyuck isn’t difficult at all, really. He always stands out from the crowd, no matter what he does or how he looks like – you’re drawn to him like a moth’s drawn to the light. There’s no point in pretending that you’re not already gone over him.

“Donghyuck,” you giggle, caressing his face gently as he hovers above you, sweet smile adorning his face.

And he’s gone too, you know that already from the way he talks about you, the way he looks at you – like you’re the only one he needs. When he’s kissing you, it’s almost like you’re his oxygen, and he’s desperate to breathe. His dark eyes shine like starts in the night sky when he holds your hand, and it’s one of the most adorable things you’ve ever witnessed.

“Donghyuck,” you murmur softly, his lips slowly travelling down your neck.

His hands sweep along your skin frantically, as if afraid you’re going to push him away any moment. It doesn’t matter how many times you told him you’d never do such a thing – he always has that look on his face that tells you he thinks you’re too good to be true.

“Donghyuck,” you moan, your hands already tangled into his thick curls as his eager hands explore your body.

Even all the layers of fabric that separate your bodies can’t hide how hard he is at this point, and it delights you to know that it’s because of you.

“Let me touch you, please,” you pant out, already slipping one hand underneath his t-shirt.

His reaction’s fast yet predictable after so many attempts: he playfully pushes your hands away, almost like it’s an element of foreplay, but no, it’s not. And it’s not the first time it happened either, but usually you simply let it go because as long as he’s happy you’re happy. However, you can’t always control the hurt that overcomes your senses when his body tenses next to yours from the mere touch of your fingers.

“Donghyuck,” you say, pushing him away when he tries to kiss you again.

For some reason, he loves touching you, yet he never lets you touch him.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asks immediately with a worried expression on his face.

“Funny, I was about to ask the same thing,” you chuckle bitterly, looking up at him.

“I don’t understand,” he says, sitting up, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“Do you not like it when I touch you? Every time I try to do so, you push me away,” you sigh, rubbing your forehead with your hand.

“Of course not,” Donghyuck answers without hesitation.

“Quite the opposite, I’d say,” he adds quieter, averting his eyes bashfully as pretty blush blossoms on his cheeks.

For someone so outspoken, blunt even, he becomes adorably shy when he has to put his feelings into words. It makes them even more precious in your eyes.

“In fact, the mere brush of your fingers makes me feel like I’m a teenager again,” he chuckles hesitantly taking one of your hands into his.

“Then why won’t you let me touch you?” you repeat, a little confused by his answer.

“I want to, I really do, I just–,” he trails off, lowering his head in defeat with a sigh.

“I don’t want to force you to do something you don’t want to do, Hyuck. I’m just asking for an explanation because your silent rejection hurts me.”

“No, no, I don’t–,” he starts but cuts himself off almost immediately shaking his head.

He’s visibly conflicted: his eyes glued to the floor, teeth gnawing at his lower lip anxiously as he absent-mindedly caresses the back of your hand with his thumb. Finally, he takes a shaky breath and looks up at you with a determined stare.

“My body’s not an attractive one,” he starts hesitantly, long eyelashes brushing his cheekbones as he lowers his eyes bashfully.

“I never got a proper treatment, so my skin’s covered with scars. They’re everywhere, really, those jagged thick lines that make me look unsightly, and I–,” he cuts himself off again, biting on his lower lip harshly before continuing.

“You probably noticed that I don’t like to show off my skin, that I prefer to cover myself as much as possible. It’s because I don’t want people to gape at me because of them, and, well, I don’t want you to see them either.”

All those long slaved t-shirts, jackets, and oversized hoodies – all this time you thought that it’s just his style. It never crossed your mind that there’s something behind it, and it makes you feel ashamed that it never occurred to you. But now, now it all makes sense: the fact that he prefers to take a shower when none’s around, the fact that he never undressed in front of you no matter how many times you subtly hinted that you definitely wouldn’t mind that.

“Tell me Hyuck, do you really think I wouldn’t find you attractive because of that?” you ask in a serious tone, gently grabbing his chin to make him look at you.

“I–I don’t know,” he stutters out, suddenly not sure.

“But I like everything about your appearance, love,” you say matter-of-factly, causing him to make a rather dumbfounded face.

“What?” he mutters in disbelief.

“You heard me, Donghyuck. I like your pretty smile, I like how your eyes shine when you’re happy, I like to see you getting all hot and bothered around me,” you chuckle tenderly caressing his cheek with your fingertips.

“I really like you because it’s you, Hyuck. I swear to god, I like you so fucking much you probably can’t even imagine.”

“I–I really like you too,” he stutters out bashfully with the softest of smiles playing on his lips as he rubs his face into your hand.

“Besides, it doesn’t really matter how you look, I’m still going to like you in the end. I fell for your personally in the first place, your handsome face’s more like a pleasant addition,” you say jokingly, hoping to make him feel more at ease.

When you kiss him, it’s tender and careful, and it’s your turn to be afraid that you’re going to be pushed away. What a crazy feeling it is, really, when you wear your heart on your sleeve, and anxiously wait for it to be crashed.

“May I?” you ask, gently tugging at the hem of his t-shirt.

He nods slowly, more vulnerable than you’ve ever seen him being.

Slowly, oh so slowly, you pull the fabric up his chest, not looking away from his eyes even for a moment. When it reaches his shoulders, he rises his arms wordlessly, letting you take it off completely. He’s still nervous, you can tell.

“Hyuck,” you murmur carefully pressing your lips against his.

The world could have ended here and now, and neither of you’d give a single fuck.

“May I?” you ask once again, the tone of your voice even softer this time.

“Yeah,” he answers just as softly.

You move away then to take a proper look at him, and for the love of god, you have to swallow hard seeing his upper body for the first time: his neck thick yet somehow still graceful, sharp collarbones nicely emphasizing the broadness of his shoulders, muscled chest that melts into a slim waist.

The biggest scar is placed on his left breast just above the nipple, another one similar in length adorns the skin on his ribs while a few smaller ones are scattered over his lower abdomen. You can also see some jagged lines on his biceps and forearms, but not as much as on his chest. When he takes a shaky breath, the muscles of his abdomen tense, and you want to scream, really. All this time he was truly worried about your reaction, hiding his body from you in fear of being pushed away, yet here you’re being more turned on than you’ve ever been in your life. You want to touch him, you want to kiss him, you want to embrace him – you want him.

“Donghyuck,” you say in a trembling voice, desperately trying to get yourself together.

“You don’t like it, do you,” he murmurs, lowering his head in shame.

You can’t help but chuckle as you shake your head firmly.

“Oh, love, you can’t even imagine how hard it’s for me to keep my hands to myself right now. You’re so fucking gorgeous, it’s not even funny,” you sigh, raking your fingers through your hair.

He opens his mouth as if to say something, but nothing comes out. For a moment you’re just sitting there quietly, not looking at each other.

“What,” he finally croaks out, completely stupefied.

“I know how worried you were about my reaction, Hyuck, but, fuck, you look so good I can barely process it.”

He’s shocked by your words, but then you look up at him, and he’s taken aback even more by the pure desire that swirls in your suddenly darkened eyes – you look at him like you want to eat him up, and this time it’s him who can barely process it.

“Your body’s just so fine. If I add that fact on top of your personality, I don’t think I’ll be able to cope with how perfect you’re,” you groan rubbing your face with one of your hands.

“You think I’m perfect?”

Maybe it’s the way he says it; soft and a little unsure, maybe it’s the way he looks at you with those dark eyes of his – either way, you can’t help yourself. A surprised gasp leaves his lips when you push him onto his back and straddle his thighs. You make sure to hold an eye contact with him as you lean forward and press a kiss to that big scar on his breast, not missing the opportunity to lick his nipple oh-so-accidentally. The way he bites his lower lip trying to not make any more sounds causes you to smirk.

“Hyuck, love, you know that I like to hear you.”

He knows that very well. When you rub yourself against him teasingly, curses mixed soft moans start to fall from his swollen lips. Lovely.

“You sound like an angel,” you murmur before placing another kiss on his warm skin.

His hands move towards your hips, but you have none of it –you grab his wrists swiftly and place his arms above his head. One stare from you is enough for him to know that it’s better for him to stay this way until you say otherwise.

“Please, fucking hell, please,” he groans when you start to move your hips in a circular motion, the friction making him giddy with pleasure.

His body’s hot all over, and he’s not even sure what exactly made him feel that way. Is it because of your words? Because of your body pressed tightly into his? Because of your hungry stare? He doesn’t know. He only knows that he’s losing his head for you and for you only, and that he absolutely loves it.

“Do you have any other scars that I could kiss?” you whisper into his ear as your fingers caress his sides teasingly.

“Y–yeah,” he murmurs shyly in the answer, causing you to move away slightly and rise your brow at him with a suggestive smirk playing on your lips.

His face’s on fire when he motions you to get off him, so he can stand up. Your eyes follow his movements greedily as he unzips his pants with shaky hands and pushes them down his thighs, uncovering another collection of scars. There’s more of them than on his chest, but they’re smaller and less jagged, however, they cover his whole expanse of his legs.

“Um, well, now you’ve seen it all,” he says jokingly, but the anxiety in his expression betrays him.

You stand up slowly, and look him straight in the eyes as the tips of your fingers move over his chest, his abdomen, and hips, gently exploring the scarred skin. He lowers his head to kiss you, his naked body pressed against your still clothed one. When you motion him onto the bed, and kneel between his legs, he’s barely breathing.

“Honestly, what are you doing to me,” he chuckles, raking fingers through his tangled hair.

“Nothing you don’t want me to,” you answer simply with a smirk just before your lips meet the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.

You make sure to kiss every single scar you spot on his thighs, placing hickeys here and there as your hands teasingly move up his knee and back. Your lips move up without rush even though you know, or rather see, how turned on he already is – you just like to tease him. He knows that too.

“You like to play with me, don’t you? Almost like you want to expand the boundaries of my patience,” he rolls his eyes at you with an adorable pout to which you can’t help but laugh.

“Isn’t it nicer when you have to wait for something rather than to get it immediately?” you ask in the answer, and he rolls his eyes again, not wanting to admit that he agrees with you.

When you finally take the tip of his cock into your mouth, he grabs the sheets, so tightly his knuckles turn white. You take your time even then, slowly taking more and more of his length into your mouth to not strain yourself. Besides, is there something better than a desperate man completely at your mercy? You think not.

“My goodness,” he groans hoarsely as you finally swallow around him, his whole body shaking from the effort as he somehow manages to not thrust into your mouth.

Soon your jaw starts to hurt, but you don’t even think about stopping – his reactions make it all worth it. There’s nothing you love to hear more than your name said in that breathy, desperate tone that he uses when he chants that one word like some kind of prayer. His eyes are closed tightly when you look up at him, thick brows furrowed, deep blush colouring his cheeks – gorgeous.

“What a shame you can’t see yourself right now,” you say breathlessly as your fingers curl around his length.

“You look absolutely magnificent.”

Your hand moves faster and faster until he can’t control himself any more and starts to thrust into your fist. You know that it won’t take long for him to orgasm– he’s far too gone at this point.

“Come, Donghyuck,” you say nonchalantly as you twist your wrist expertly.

And he does: his muscles tensing, eyes rolling back as he falters and falls onto his back, breathing heavily. After helping him ride his orgasm, you sit on the bed next to him, and stroke his head soothingly, leaning forward from time to time to place a kiss to his sweaty skin.

“You did so well, love,” you tell him, caressing the scars on his chest with your free hand.

He takes some time to get down from his high before he manages to get up and clean himself up. You’re already waiting for him in the bed when he comes back and snuggles against you with a content sigh.

“Beautiful,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Donghyuck smiles softly in the answer as he tangles his fingers with yours.

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