rating: 18+. mdni.
content: noncon, haechan x reader
haechan’s fingers are salty, girthy and calloused, pressing down on your tongue as they force themselves deep into your throat. you try to refrain from gagging, instead taking advantage of the short-lived loosening of pressure when you squeeze around him just right to take a deep breath.
his other hand pushes against the top half of your face, tears soaking his palm as he groans your best friend’s name. his hips begin stuttering, thrusts becoming harsher. "so tight," he grits, "gonna make me cum."
you squirm, loathing the feeling of warmth as hot spurts shoot from his cock. you salivate around his fingers that linger as he thrusts a few more times until he grows sensitive. when he pulls out and spits beside your body and onto the ground outside your car, he pushes his softened cock back into his pants. your sweaty body sticking to the material of your backseat, and your legs dangle outside your car, the air cooling your wet thighs as he moves away.
haechan yanks your skirt down, leaving your panties hanging by your knees. "have some decency, would you?"
you sit up, gripping the thin fabric by your knees and pulling it up the fat of your thighs. haechan reaches into his pocket, blowing his bangs away from his face, a joint and red-colored lighter in his hand as pulls them out of his pants. you watch him light the joint, paying you no mind as he turn around, walking away from you.
