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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.
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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).
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