NCT: Hard Thoughts

 pairing. idol Haechan x idol female reader

warnings. smut, spit, fuck buddies(?), thigh fucking, popper use, in a venue bathroom

a/n. randomly had a dream about Haechan the other day?!? and I can’t stop thinking about it?!?😭 now here we are… I think my heart(vagina) is trying to tell me that I will never move on from the thought of Haechan moaning🫤

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Award season is always really hectic. Hours of practicing and fittings, sleepless nights spent at the studio dripping in sweat only to step outside into the most bone chilling freezing cold and trudge your way through snow back to your dorm.

It’s bad enough that you miss out on spending time with your family during holidays, but what’s even worse is how exhausted you feel every night. Dragging yourself to bed after a fast shower to cleanse yourself of a hard day's work. Even as your eyes fight for sleep you force them open to stare at the ceiling as your hand sneaks underneath your pillow and fiddles with your neglected vibrator. It’s been weeks now of choosing to rest over getting yourself off, and the tensions been building rapidly. Tightening your muscles, making your back ache more, burning through your stomach each time you allow yourself to mindlessly drift off.

Another night of your arousal losing the battle to sleep, waking up with your hand inside of your pajama bottoms and a dead dildo resting against your inner thigh. It will be nearly impossible to ignore the ache today, especially in the most uncomfortable cinched gown and high heels, freezing as you sit frigid straight at an award show to keep up a perfect appearance.

Look at her hair, not a single strand misplaced.

Her waist, so small and dainty, she’s a living doll.

Her perfect posture, how can she be real?

That’s what all of this is, an image. A bullshit facade created by male owned and run businesses. Your pain filling their pockets to the brim, the burn through your thighs as you dance on stage adding extra zeros to their bank accounts.

The fans, they’re blinded by all of it. The glitz and glamour, the beauty and how you make it all appear so effortless. But what they fail to notice the most is those eyes that have been stealing glances your way all night.

What they fail to see backstage while you get touched up by your hair stylist and makeup artist, is those same eyes locked on your every move.

Haechan. He’s been after you ever since your groups both had a comeback during the first quarter of the year. No sandwich was used to sneak you his number, he confidently ‘ran’ into you in the hallway and stood before you with a smirk on his face. Whipping his phone out and insisting you give him your number, that he’d love to take you out sometime. 

Of course you’d both been too busy to actually go further than a few raunchy text messages while he was on tour that led to exchanging lewd photos and videos. Often waking up to voice notes of his high-pitched moans and the sound of a wet palm sliding against the skin of his length. 

He made promises that you’d meet up at some point whenever his schedule lightens up. It’s been a few months now since the last time you’ve seen him in person, and he looks more exhausted than you feel. The skin under his eyes sunken in, masked with smokey eyeshadow and dark eyeliner rimming his heated gaze. Glossy lips licked over as he allows for his eyes to drag up and down your stage outfit. 

The nude flesh toned thigh high stockings that go up high enough to remain hidden beneath your dress. The garment hugging your hips and waist in a way that makes his fingers twitch by his hips. He nods when you glance over, subtly tipping in his chin without gaining notice from anyone around. A small signal of hope, that maybe he’ll be able to see you again soon.

Lee Hyuck: There’s a bathroom, east wing of the venue. I have 30 minutes before we perform.

That’s the text that greets you as sweat gets patted down off of your neck and chest. Pumping full of adrenaline after performing four songs for an excited crowd full of fans. Shoving the stylists hands away, you quickly switch out of the toe crushing boots you just danced in. Throwing on a pair of fluffy slippers before muttering that you need some fresh air. 

It’s risky, stupid and nonsensical for you to be running through the backstage area to get to the other side of the arena. But Haechan looked so fucking good in tight slacks that hugged his ass, showing off how perky he is. The thought of getting to touch him even for only a few minutes has you shoving through the other groups and their staff swarmed around the back getting ready. Out of breath when you finally reach an exit way leading to the east side, you make fast to find the bathroom. Shuffling past a few security guards as you jog to the end of the hallway and carefully push the door open.

“Could you have taken any longer?” His sassy tone emits as soon as the door slightly creaks open. Shoving it the rest of the way open to get yourself inside, you take a deep breath and rest against it. Locking the door behind your back.

“Are we alone?”

“Of course we are.” Haechan sniffles, lifting a small bottle up to his nose. Deeply inhaling and squinting his eyes, he ribs at his nostrils. “That outfit you have on..”

“You like it?” You ask, pushing off of the door to make your way over to him. Inspecting the small bottle in his hand. The bright yellow writing on it spelling out ‘Rush’ with a lightning bolt going through it.

“Yeah, I fucking love it.” He says huskily, running a hand through his messily style hair. “How much can I ruin it?”

Grabbing his hand to look at what he takes another inhale of, you cock an eyebrow. “What’s this?”

“Isopropyl nitrite.” He says, leaning in closer to breathe across your lips. “It’s a popper, picked some up during the European tour we just finished.” 

“What’s it do?”

“Wanna find out?” He grins, removing your hand from his, he sets your palm flat against his bulge. “Was hoping I’d see you tonight.”

“Ruin me as much as you want.” You say extra needily. Squeezing around his hardened size through the tight material of his pants. Dark black large pupils pulsate, pressing his lips to yours and effectively ruining your lipstick in a matter of seconds. Haechan drags you back until you’re pressed against the nearest wall, neon lights around the dark bathroom walls adding to how euphoric he’s feeling, digging his teeth into your bottom lip as he grinds against your palm. 

“Wanna lick you up, fuck your thighs.” He croaks. Slipping down and sliding his tongue along your chin. His breath comes out in shivers, cupping your hips as he falls to his knees and takes your slippers off, chucking them aside. “Looked so good on stage, wanted to fuck you right there. Let everyone see what a dirty whore you are.”

Long fingers skim up your stocking covered thighs, dragging his tongue from your knee to your inner thigh. He blinks up at you, pupils fully blown out wide. Collecting spit in his mouth before pursing his lips to slowly release a wad along your upper thigh. “Want you soaked.”

Gripping onto the backs of your thighs, he pulls you away from the wall. Causing you to shriek as he manhandles you down onto your back, grabbing both of your ankles in one hand. “Covered with my spit. Everyone smelling the dirty dog on you.” Another clump of spit lands between your pressed together calves. Keeping your lower half lifted up as he licks along the backs of your ankles. Tracing his wet tongue down to the backs of your knees. Pressing his bulged crotch to the backs of your upper thighs, he begins to thrust. Lapping your knees and thighs with his nasty tongue, hazy kohl lined eyes hot on yours.

“Haechan,” you whine, barely above a whisper. Pushing your back against the ground to get away and also push yourself forward at the same time. Sucking at your knees, he spits again. Smearing the wad into your thigh highs. Clinging wet and dry to your skin the more he continues to lick and suck on the material, grunting as he pushes his hips into you harder. Successfully folding you in half without trying, he reaches to unzip himself. Groaning and rolling his eyes as he grips around his cock and pushes his throbbing size between your wet thighs. “Ahh!”

Panting above you, he rolls his hips and slams his chubbed up size between your thighs. Dropping another load of spit onto his hardened length to aid his glide. He breathes harshly, grabbing onto your shoulders as he begins to ram his cock between your clenched thighs. “Fucking sexy like this, want you covered with my cum.” He whimpers, sucking at his bottom lip. “Need to fuck you.”

But not today, not until he has ample amount of time to really make use of each of your holes until you smell like his cum for days.

“Yes, please give it to me!” You hiss, clamping a hand over your mouth to not let out a scream or raise your voice too high. Haechan spits more, covering his palms with it. Painting your upper thighs and knees with his spit before he wraps around your legs and throws them onto one of his shoulders. Pushing his cock deep and hard between the backs of your thighs, popping the tip out on the other side. 

The hot sensation from the popper he’d been inhaling while waiting for you rushes through him. Clenching his ass as he lets out a crackled moan. Eyes rolling up, throbbing between his thighs from front to back. He arches and stills, shoving his cock between your legs with a few more sloppy thrusts. “Fuck.”

Hot strings of white push out from his slit, cockhead red and glistening. Spilling out onto your upper thighs and ruined thigh highs. “Fuck yeah, that’s it.” He sighs, taking your hand that reaches out to him. He drops your legs to one side, kissing over your knuckles. “15 more minutes.”

Nodding, you rub his cum on your legs. Pushing it into the nylon material of your thigh highs, sticky and warm. “Can you cum again?”

Haechan grins, licking at the sweat lining his upper lip. Popping two of your fingers into his mouth, he sucks at them, moaning around your digits. Shoving his tongue between to cover them with his spit. “Wanna find out?”

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a/n. this dream continued with Haechan getting his ass finger blasted and a lot of whining. lmk if you want to read more😅💕💕