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The Sweater â.àłàż*
oneshot smau | soobin x female reader
Synopsis: it's all Yeonjun's fault, that's it
Warnings: cursing, the boys being little shits, a tiny bit suggestive
A/N: I'm sure we've all had this thought of like "what if they notice me?"
This is just gonna be a really stupid version of what that might be like đ


























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A SONG WORTH MORE THAN WORDS
in which soobin and y/n share their music recs daily until it turns to something more.
pairings: soobin x gn!reader
genre: text au, fluff, *failed* humor, slight angst
warnings: idol!sb is insinuated, one pet name, suggestive themes, language. these are supposed to be separate days if itâs not easy to follow! (unless itâs a cont. ss from the previous)
reaâs đ â first fic on here what if i run away đđ»ââïž to whoever this finds, i hope itâs a fun read! if youâd like to be added to a general tag list ask away âËâĄâĄ
please do not translate, modify or repost on other platforms.
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dom!yeonjun w a corruption kink <3
smut mdni
warnings: bff!yeonjun, readers a virgin, readers gender is not mentioned, innocence/corrupting kink, masturbation, he's not rough but also not that gentle, maybe Jjuns a bit possessive, not proofread, this cld be better but wtv
thinking about bff!yeonjun who's known you since before you could talk. he knows everything about you, what your favourite food is, what genre of novels you like, what time you eat dinner . . . . . even the amount of people you've kissed :3 which just so happens to be none >.<
he's the person you ask about everything, despite being the same age he seems to know so much more than you ! he absolutely loves it, loves the way your eyes shine in curiosity whenever he explains something new to you, loves your enthusiast smile whenever he offers to show you how to do something.
you think it's just him being kind and a good best friend, but unknown to you your gentle touches and innocent gazes are just feeding his sick fantasies. he swears he has good intentions, but then he also can't deny the way his cock jumps when you ask about sex <3 . . .
it's when you ask him how to masturbate with a flushed face and a trembling voice that he finally snaps. he lays you down so gently, placing his hands on top of yours and teaching you how to tease yourself. bff!yeonjun who works you up by making you flick your nipples, by caressing your thighs and rubbing yourself over your underwear.
he whispers dirty words in your ear and makes you tease yourself until you're whining and begging with tears staining your flushed cheeks. and fuck he's so sure he comes in his boxers when you whisper out, "please jjun, need you so bad . . . need you inside of me" the way you stare up at him with your watery eyes is driving him insane.
a few minutes later you're splayed out on your back while Yeonjun is thrusting his fat cock into your tight hole, he tries his best to be gentle he swears :( you're squealing, moaning and making so much noise he has no choice but to shut you up with a hand over your drooling mouth >.<
"ffuuck angel, gotta be quiet hm ? love your cute little noises but I can't have anyone else hearing you, after all your sweet moans are only for me, hmm ?"
he loves it when you nod with tears, snot nd drool everywhere, your legs trembling as they rest on top of his shoulders. he loves it when you pull his fingers into your mouth unprompted and start sucking on them. and he adores when he finally makes you come.
yeonjun watches when your first ever orgasm washes over you. his cock only drills into you harder when he feels your walls clenching and pulling him in, he takes so much pride in the fact he can make you look so slutty <3 your eyes roll into the back of your head, and it's your first time so he can't scold you when the sounds you let out are practically screams !
you're so far gone you don't even realise yourself clinging to him, forcing his hips closer to yours with your heels so that when he comes it's so deep inside of you that he swears he sees stars :3
©adorehyyuka
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CLOSET CONFESSIONS ËË íŽëìčŽìŽ
â§Œ đ â§œ äž pairingă âžâž huening kai x fem!reader đ” featăbeomgyu and yeonjun of tomorrow x together
genreăâ smut, porn with some plot, fluff, coworkers to lovers
warningsăâžâž office au, coworker!kai, trapped in the closet, thunderstorms, sex in the dark, power outages, switch!kai, dirty talk, praise kink, love confessions, unprotected sex, cumshot, pull out method, breast play, handjob, monster cock!kai, mating press, missionary wcă6 . 5 k â± â§Œ đ â§œ äž to libraryă
author's notesăâžâž a rewrite of an older kai fic on my old blog, holiday decorating! i rewrote it so it's readable all year around hehe~~ hope you all enjoy!! just a quick lil fic while i work on my longer wips <3 i proofread this super duper fast so please let me know if there's any mistakes!
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No one had ever bothered to warn you about how difficult it was to plan an office party. Maybe if someone had, you wouldnât have jumped at the opportunity when it had been presented to you; though it was awfully in your nature as a corporate kiss-ass to accept any work-related project that was offered to you. In all honesty, you agreed mostly in blind hope of impressing the higher ups, but part of you felt obligated to help when the retirement party you were asked to plan was for the woman you were hired to replace.Â
âI'm sure youâll do great,â your boss, Yeonjun, had reassured you with a not-so-comforting pat on the back. âDonât be afraid to ask for help!â
You were terrified to ask for help. You had only begun working at TXT Bank eight weeks ago, doing entry-level grunt work filing paperwork and filling out spreadsheets. You didnât even know most of your coworkerâs names yet, and you hardly felt comfortable approaching any of them to ask for help with a completely benefit-less side quest. It might just be the new employee paranoia eating at you, but you couldnât help but feel as if they wouldnât be interested in helping you even if you did reach out and ask. The retiring analyst seems to have been a pretty popular staple in the office with decades of work under her belt, and you were a far cry away from the life of the party. You were young, inexperienced, and far too shy for your own good; in the short two months youâve been employed at the bank, not once have any of your peers even attempted to engage in conversation with you aside from letting you know what you were doing wrong. Yeonjunâs personal assistant, Beomgyu, was the only person in the bank you felt even remotely comfortable being around, having known him from when you were still studying accounting in college. He was the one who got you the position in the first place, and without his mentoring and his happy-go-lucky attitude, you were sure that you would have buckled under the pressure long before now.
Itâs only natural that heâs the first person you run to. Yeonjun said that there were party supplies somewhere hidden in the office⊠but couldnât tell you exactly where.
âYou donât want my help, believe me,â he laughs, swiveling around in his desk chair to face you. âI canât decorate worth shit. Plus, Why donât you go and ask Kai? He probably knows where everything is in this place. You and I both know heâll say yesâ hell, you could ask him to jump from the tenth floor and heâd do it. Heâs obsessed with you.â
Playing quietly on Beomgyuâs computer was the early morning news, the strong voice of the weatherman drawing your brief attention. âRecord-breaking storms are forecasted to hit the metropolitan area later this afternoonââ
âHeâs not obsessed.â You retort weakly, rolling your eyes to counteract the immediate flush that rises on your cheeks. âHeâs just a nice guy.â
âSure, buying you coffee and lunch, following you around like a lost puppy, and offering to walk you to your car every night is just being nice.â
âI asked him to the first time! The parking garage gets so scary when itâs dark outâŠâ
Huening Kai worked in the banks I.T. department, imprisoned down in the basement like tie-wearing goblins. Even then you saw him nearly every single day, the poor boy constantly running up and down the stairs whenever he was called; and everyone asked for Kai when they needed help, because he was just too sweet and polite to refuse. He was the only stranger to welcome you warmly when you first began, offering his unyielding assistance with a handsome crooked smile. He was a godsend those first few weeks, because the outdated software the bank still used went so far over your head it made you dizzy. You still havenât gotten quite the hang of it, but that was probably because you found it extremely difficult to focus on what Kai was trying to teach you when he was leaning over your shoulder and murmuring in your ear so closely and intimately with that gentle voice of his. You only felt dizzier in his presence, so nothing he said ever stuck⊠though that worked just fine for you, because that meant you could keep asking for his help.
Beomgyuâs sworn up and down since your first day that Kai has a thing for you. Youâre pretty sure heâs just that friendly and kind with everybody.Â
As much as you hate it when Beomgyuâs right, Kai absolutely would help you out if you asked him to. You feel guilty for hogging up all of his time, as busy as he is even when he isnât acting as everyoneâs personal errand boy, but if Beomgyu wonât help you, heâs the only other person youâre willing to ask. When you see him again around noon, offering you half of his sandwich with bright eyes and that smile that never fails to give you butterflies, you ask him meekly if heâd be willing to help you find some supplies and decorations for the senior analystâs retirement party.Â
He accepts a little more enthusiastically than you anticipated he would. âThereâs a storage closet in the basement that has some of the decorations we used for last yearâs Christmas party. I can show it to you later if youâd like! Itâll have to be after everyone goes home, though. Iâm technically not allowed to go rooting through storage.â
âThereâs supposed to be a storm tonight,â you recall from the news earlier, âMaybe Yeonjunâll let everyone go home early if it starts pouring. We could stay behind then?â
âOh, thatâs sneaky.â Kai giggles. âSounds like a plan to me!â
Your heart raced the rest of the day. All you were doing was going through some old dusty decorations, so why were you getting butterflies as if Kai had asked you out on a date? Itâs impossible to focus on any of your tasks, your eyes constantly darting between the clock and the gathering of grey clouds over the horizon. By three, the entire sky was taken over by them, dark and ominous, blocking out the sun and swathing the entire city in a foreboding darkness. A light sprinkling of rain at four quickly turns into a torrential downpour, raindrops pounding against the roof and the wind picking up until itâs shaking the windows. Yeonjun starts sending people home early at five, and by six the entire office was empty except for you and a few other hardworking stragglers.Â
As much as it pains you to lie to your boss, it has to be done; when itâs your turn to be sent home, you tell Yeonjun that you have extra statements to go through that you want to be done with before you leave. You even make a show out of packing up your purse in front of him, going extra slow because Yeonjun always wanted to stay and chat. Thankfully, he leaves the office himself without much fuss, but only after reminding you twice to drive safely and jokingly warning you about getting out before the building collapses over your head. A little unfair for the poor security guards who had to stay overnight anyway, you think.Â
âOf course, sir, thank you. Have a good night.â you reply to Yeonjunâs retreating back with a tight smile, praying to whatever deity would listen that you donât look as guilty as you feel.Â
Once you hear the front doors close shut behind him, you shoot up out of your desk and hightail it to the basement. You find Kai waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs, grinning excitedly and waving with his bag slung over his shoulder. âIt shouldnât take us very long,â he says, turning and beckoning you with one of his large hands to follow him, âThe closetâs pretty small. I want to get us both out of here before the storm gets even worse. Donât like the thought of you driving in this weather as it is, but I also want to get you stuck in here all night waiting for it to blow over.â
Youâre touched by his words, even if you wouldnât really mind it if you ended up hunkered down in the basement with him overnight. He ushers you down a dimly lit hallway, long and narrow with identical little cubicle-like offices flanking both walls. Even with the offices empty, the cramped atmosphere made you feel tense and claustrophobic; something about the dark, empty windows and the uncanny silence gave you the creeps. Kai doesnât seem bothered in the slightest, however, hands in his pockets and his head held high as he leads you to the very end of the hallway, stopping at a scuffed, unmarked wooden door. A keypad affixed to the adjacent wall blinks brightly in the dark.
âIs this the storage closet you were talking about?â You ask, eyeing the door oddly. âIt doesnât look like a closet at all. Whyâs it got a keypad?â
âIt used to be a server room, I think. Long before I started working here. The old equipment is all still there.â Kai responds airily, plugging in the code for the keypad. âNow itâs just used to store stuff we donât need. Only my department has access to it, though; expensive computers and whatnot. After last yearâs Christmas party I helped put away everything, and I stored it all in here âcos I was too lazy to carry it to the attic.â
âWe have an attic?â
â...Yes and no. Thereâs nothing up there that you want.â The keypad beeps and the little blinking red light turns green. Kai pulls the door open and gestures for you to step inside.Â
Thereâs no windows in the old server room, you quickly realize; when the door swings shut behind the two of you, youâre plunged into complete blackness. You search blindly in the dark for the light switch, but Kai locates it with ease, switching it on with a soft click and flooding your senses with blinding fluorescent light. You have to blink hard a couple of times to adjust, your eyes squinting and watering as they slowly acclimate and take in your surroundings. Against each wall countless boxes are stacked up nearly to the ceiling, each one filled to the brim with dusty paperwork and ancient electronics, wires spilling over the sides. You spot a line of folding chairs leaned up against a filing cabinet, a ladder and an old printer. As Kai had mentioned earlier, numerous server racks filled up the room, abandoned and far too outdated to be of any use anymore. They were pushed aside like walls of a maze, creating a rough pathway through all of the junk just wide enough for you and Kai to stand shoulder to shoulder. You swallow down the lump in your throat and place your purse on an old desk, Kai copying you close behind.Â
You can still hear the storm outside, even down here. The wind howls and whips around viciously, the rain sounding like a barrage of a thousand tiny bullets.
âThere should be some stuff in the back,â Huening Kai murmurs, squeezing past you to make his way through the mountains of stuff. His chest brushes against your back as he moves past, and you can feel the firm planes of his pecs through the thin material of his button down shirt. âTablecloths and ribbons and things. Iâm pretty sure I hid them all back here so I wouldnât get in trouble.â
You laugh airily, a little too distracted to pay much attention to what he was saying. âYou? In trouble? I donât think Yeonjun has the heart.â
Kai shrugs and breaks the tape seal on a random cardboard box, peering inside for a moment before shaking his head and placing it aside. âYouâd be surprised. Heâs still putting on a show for the new girlâ you havenât been around long enough to see what heâs really like. By the way, how are you liking it so far? Getting the hang of things?â
You should probably be looking around yourself, but you canât tear your eyes away from the way the muscles in his back ripple through his shirt as he digs through boxes. âI, um. Iâm still figuring it out, but Iâm getting better. Thank you for your help, reallyâ I appreciate it.â
The storm grows even louder outside, to the point that itâs beginning to frighten you. You donât think youâve ever heard of a building caving in from just a bad thunderstorm, but Yeonjunâs joke still rings in your ears; thereâs a first for everything.Â
If Kai notices that you havenât moved away from the door, he doesnât mention it. âYou donât need to thank me! Iâm happy to help, really. Donât be afraid to ask for help anytime you need it, Y/N. All you need to do is askâ you can always count on me.â He moves on to another box, still searching in vain for those decorations. âWhoâs your favorite coworker? If you have one, I meanâ ah, thatâs a stupid question. Itâs probably Beomgyu.â
Kaiâs tone changes suddenly, from bright and friendly to something darker, something you couldnât quite place. Youâve never seen Kai sound like that before, and it vanishes as fast as it came. He looks over his shoulder at you and gives you a smile, and youâre half convinced that you made it up.Â
âWhat do you mean?â you prod, cocking your head.Â
Kaiâs silent for an awkward moment, seemingly weighing the question with a bite to the inside of his cheek and a quick aversion of his eyes. âWell, heâs your friend, right? From college. And Iâve heard that you spend time together outside of work, going out to bars and whatever. And, I mean⊠I see you with him every day, talking with him and laughing at his jokes. I thought you were together for a while, actually, with how heâs always looking at you. With his stupid perfect face and his stupid perfect hairââ
Youâre not really sure how to process that. âKai⊠actually, my favorite coworker is you. I thought it was obvious.â
His head spins around so fast youâre afraid itâs going to fly right off. His big brown eyes are wide in shock. âWait, what?! Really?!â
âYes, really.â you giggle. âI thought you knew that, silly. Beomgyuâs my friend and all, but he gets on my nerves all the time. Kind of like a kid brother, I guess. Youâve been just so sweet to me when nobody else really has, and youâve made me feel so welcome⊠It really means a lot.â
Kaiâs face turns an adorable shade of bright pink, from his neck all the way to the tips of his ears. âOh. Well. Um. Thank you, Iââ he looks away sharply, lowering his head to study the boxes again. His long bangs fall to cover his eyes, shielding the emotions that swirled in their dark chocolate depths. âIâm glad you feel that way⊠I canât seem to find any of these stupid decorations, Iâm worried weâre not going to be able to make it out of here before the power goesââÂ
Flicker.
Pop.
Youâre plunged into complete and total darkness.Â
ââout.â
Kai straightens up sharply, or at least youâre pretty sure he didâ you canât even see your hands inches from your face. You screw your eyes shut and you see no difference, blind to everything except the cacophonous howling of the wind.Â
âShit!â Kai curses, the first time youâve ever heard him do so. âHold on, I can get us out of hereââ
Thereâs a loud crash to your right. Kai must have run into one of those server racks trying to find his way around; you can hear him cursing under his breath as he stumbles around blindly, shuffling back to you one careful step at a time. The banging and crashing gets closer and closer, until itâs far too closeâ you open your mouth to warn him, but Kai barrels right into you before you could get a word out. He nearly knocks you to the ground, but his outstretched arms catch you before you fall. One arm wraps itself around your waist and the other⊠grabs a fat fistful of your breast.Â
âSorry!â Kai yelps, and it seems he doesnât even notice just exactly where his hands had ended up, his hands large and warm and squeezing your flesh a little too tightly. The heat from his skin seeps through the material of your blouse and bra and floods your senses, erupts a fire in your chest that rushes straight down between your legs.Â
As unwelcome as the feeling is, you canât fight it off.
âUm, Kai.â you stutter, biting your lip to keep your voice as unassuming as possible. âThatâs⊠thatâs my boob.â
Kai tears his hands away as if he were touching hot coals, and much to your dismay you find yourself instantly craving his touch again. âIâm so sorry!!â he repeats in a rush of jumbled words, his usually deep voice a couple octaves higher. Youâre sure his handsome face is glowing crimson red, and distantly you wish that the lights were on so you could see it. âIâI, I didnât mean to, I swear!âÂ
âI know you didnât, donât worry,â you reassure him, reaching out yourself to help him right himself and walk past you to the door. You can hear him pressing buttons frantically on the keypad, but the device doesnât beep or flash any lights. He curses again and slams his fist against the wall, the loud thud echoing throughout the quiet dark room.Â
âWeâre stuck in here.â Kai mutters to you in dismay.Â
You blanche. âWhat do you mean weâre stuck in here?!â
âThe door automatically locks itself when it closes and the keypad is the only thing that unlocks it⊠and it turned off when the power went out. Itâs alright though! The backup generator should turn on any minute now!âÂ
The two of you stand around in silence for a long, extremely awkward moment. The backup generator does not turn on.Â
âOkay, or not.â Kai gripes. âThatâs fine. This is fine. Weâll get out of here somehowâ here, let me turn on my phoneâs flashlightââÂ
He rummages around in his pockets noisily before making a triumphant little giggle; you anticipate seeing the little flashlight on his cellphone turn on and finally illuminate the all-encompassing dark, but the light never comes.Â
â...And my phoneâs dead. Great. Just great.âÂ
âYou really need to get better about charging that thing.â You quip sarcastically. âHow many times have you asked to borrow my charger? I only bring it now because I know youâll need it.âÂ
âI know, Iâm sorry, I didnâtâ wait, really? Just for me?âÂ
You donât answer, your cheeks flaring up from the confession you didnât mean to let slide. âMy phone should still have a charge.â You tell him, an attempt to change the subject. âBut I left it in my purse. I think I remember where I put it⊠let me try and grab it.âÂ
Carefully, you begin to shuffle your way towards the far right corner of the room, where youâre at least partially confident that the desk was. Kai follows you closely, his hands balancing on your shoulders to keep the both of you steady. It was a fine idea at first, when the two of you were making good headway, but you didnât get very far at all before youâre once again losing your balance.
You barely manage a few short steps before one of your kitten heels catches on something rolling around on the ground; Kai must have knocked over a few boxes on his way over to you, little plastic bulbs that feel an awful lot like Christmas ornaments, the ones that Kai had put there when he wasnât supposed to. You trip and stumble, but you probably could have caught yourself easily if it wasnât for Kaiâs big tall body tripping and stumbling right with you. The both of you come crashing down to the floor, your sharp gasp drowned out by Kaiâs loud, girly shriek right into your ear. He squishes you against the cold linoleum, his chest pressed against your back and keeping you pinned down, hips flush against your ass. You try to wriggle free, but Kai is just too heavy, completely motionless and oddly silent as he breathes quick and hard against the back of your neck. âOh my god, Huening Kai, you oaf, get off me!â you whine, attempting in vain to push yourself up onto your knees. The movement makes your hips swivel against Kaiâs own, akin to a bucking horse trying to unseat its rider, and thatâs when you feel it.Â
Your pencil skirt has ridden up so high that your entire ass is exposed, covered up only by your underwear and pantyhose, and you can feel every inch of Kaiâs hardening dick press up against you as if there were no clothes between the two of you at all. You can feel everything, the weight and the curve of it, slotted perfectly between your asscheeks like it belonged there. The way it twitches violently in his slacks when you gasp.
âIâm sorry,â he whimpers quietly, his head buried in your shoulder, voice wobbly like he was going to cry. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, Iâm sorryââ Itâs just then do you register his hands on your hips, touching you so intimately, steadfast in their movements rubbing up and down your ass and thighs despite the way he was shaking like a leaf. Heâs never been this close before, his body so sculpted and masculine against you. His soft plump lips ghost over the exposed skin of your collarbone and wafts of his musky cologne cloud your senses. You shouldnât do this, you should remain professional⊠but youâve wanted Huening Kai more than youâve ever wanted any other man, since you first laid eyes on him, and having him pressed up against you so helpless and vulnerable has destroyed your control and reason. All you can think about is that Kai wanted you too, and the proof was straining against the fly of his pants begging to be freed.Â
You roll your hips back against him slowly, as if not to startle himâ the broken moan that falls from those kissable lips is downright obscene, whiny and desperate, shooting hot sparks of pleasure down your body to your core.Â
âA-ah, did you, umâ Y-you didnât mean to d-do that, right?â Kai murmurs in a small voice. His cock grows even harder against you.Â
You canât take it anymore; in Kaiâs dazed state you manage to pull yourself up from underneath him and spin around to reach out wildly in his general direction. One of your fists manages to wrap around his tie, and with a sharp tug Kaiâs lips come crashing down onto yours. His lips are soft and pillowy against your own, tasting a little sweet, like the tea with milk and honey he enjoys drinking while he works. His panting breath tickles your skin, his fingers coming up to card through your hair as you both open your mouths and breathe each other in. Your bodies press together heatedly, hands roaming everywhere you could reach, groping and pushing and pulling, desperate to get closer even if it was impossible. Kaiâs other hand slides down your back to cup your ass, squeezing the plush flesh between his fingers. Swathed in all this darkness, it was easy to forget that you werenât dreaming.Â
Youâve never kissed or been kissed quite like this before.Â
âDoes that answer your question?â You giggle when you part for air. Kai pants hotly into your mouth like a thirsty dog before descending down upon you to recapture your lips himself.Â
This kiss is even more heated than the last, Kai prying your lips apart to deepen the passion with his teeth and tongue. You wish you could see, could admire the sharp tic of his jaw as he kisses you, lose yourself in his beautiful brown eyes. Bear some witness to something you had been confident would never happen. You can feel the thud of your combined heartbeats, blood rushing in your ears to drown out the storm as you both fumble with each other's clothes. Kaiâs hands move to cup your tits, squeezing harshly when you slide your hand down his chest and belly to catch on his belt buckle. Itâs a hassle to unfasten in the dark, but you manage to tear both his belt and fly open and fish his hot throbbing cock out of his boxers. You wrap your hand around it, so fat your fingers barely connectâ Kai lets out a strangled whine as you stroke up his shaft to thumb at his tip, thick globs of precum wetting your hand.Â
Kaiâs hands come back to your breasts, but this time on purpose; he gropes and squeezes greedily, pressing the flesh together before letting them bounce back into place. Just one of his hands is enough to cover the entirety of your tit, your bra doing nothing to hide the way your nipples harden and beg for his attention. He pinches and rolls them between his fingers through your shirt, the sensation too much and not enough at the same time.Â
âT-take it off!â he grits out against your lips, fumbling with the buttons of your blouse. âPlease, gotta feelââ
An affirming hum is all he needs. He tears your blouse open with a strength you didnât know he had, the fabric ripping loudly and the buttons popping off. Roughly he pulls your bra down just enough for your breasts to fall out, heated flesh and hard nipples pebbling in the cold air. Kai quickly warms them up with his fingers, tugging and rolling your beds between his thumbs and forefingers, the pleasure making you keen wantonly.Â
âKai! That shirt was expensive!â you complain, but you stroke his twitching cock even faster; you couldnât find it within yourself to care much about anything that wasnât Kaiâs hands on you, and as much as you enjoyed listening to him get embarrassed you didnât want him stopping again to apologize any more than he already has.Â
âCouldnât help it, just love your tits,â Kai groans, letting go of your nipples to grope and massage the fat mounds of your breasts. His grip gets tighter with every flick of your wrist, his breath fanning over you in short airy pants. âFuck, youâre so sexy, it makes me insane. Running around in those tight tops and those short little skirts, I just want toâ a-anh!â f-fuck you all the time!â
âKai,â you plead, rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to quell the searing heat growing between them.Â
âI wish I could see you right now,â he continues, and you jump at the sudden electric sensation of a hot wet tongue sliding against your nipple. âI could probably cum just from how hot you lookâ God, Iâve been wanting to do this forever.â
His plump, spit-slick lips seal themselves around your hard bud, his hands continuing to play with your chest as he sucks and nibbles. You cry out high in your throat, letting go of his twitching cock to crumple your fist in his shirt. Your pussy aches to be touched, dripping so much slick that youâre sure youâve completely ruined your panties. Kai's fingers and mouth are better than anything youâve ever felt before, good enough to make you cum from just this alone, youâre sure, but the cavernous hunger thatâs developed within you desperately, wildly, primally demands more.
âTouch me!â you beg him, pulling him impossibly closer, right where you need him most. âKai, please touch me!â
Kai gives your nipple one last tug between his teeth before pulling off with a pop, leaving your breasts covered in his spit and erupting in goose flesh from the frigid air. Slowly and carefully he crawls himself between your open legs, sliding his fingers underneath your bunched up skirt. He runs a fingertip down the gusset of your panties, just the ghost of a touch, but itâs enough to make you keen in delight. âYouâre so wet,â he laments, sounding utterly ruined, two thick fingers rubbing your weeping pussy lips over the lace, circling your clit until you mewl, âMade a mess in your panties⊠Did I really make you this wet? Thatâs so fucking hotâŠâ
He relinquishes his finger, and youâre not sure what you were expecting next, but it definitely wasnât for him to grab ahold of your pantyhose and underwear and tear them from your body in one powerful yank. The nylon and lace rip like paper, the ghastly sound ringing in your ears, and Kai tosses the shredded fabric to the side along with your buttons before positioning himself to kneel between your thighs.
âIâll do more than touch you if youâll let me,â he whispers in your ear, running his hand up your inner thigh, leaving behind a burning trail in itâs wake, âI wanna fuck you so bad, baby, please, can I? Iâll buy you new clothes, Iâll do anything you want, just let me ruin youâŠâ
âWe donât have a condomâŠâ you breathe, but you widen your legs to give him more room anyway. Usually that would be a deal-breaker for you, but youâve already done more in this closet than you would have ever even dreamed of doing.Â
âI'll pull out, I promise.â Kai's voice is far too soothing for your own good, those terrible, god-sent big hands grabbing ahold of the back of your knees to expose you even further. You can hardly think at all anymore, too focused on the throbbing need swirling deep in your pussy, and how good it would feel if you would take the risk and just let go.
âPleaseâŠâ is all you can manage to say, and with a delighted groan, Huening folds your legs up to rest on his shoulders and positions his weeping cock at your entrance. It feels so filthy, with your torn-up pantyhose still clinging to your legs and your heels hanging from your toes, and once again you wish that you could see just how lewd of a sight the two of you were.
Kai slides his cock up and down between your folds, getting his shaft nice and wet with your juices. His bulbous cockhead bumps deliciously against your clit before gliding back down to your entrance, pressing against the rim of your hole just enough to tease before letting up and doing it again. As hot as it is and as good as it feels, you canât handle any teasing anymore, not when youâve been on the edge and in need of release for this long.
âPut it in!â you cry, and you can hardly recognize your own voice. You sound so needy, so pornographicâ it would be humiliating if you werenât this far gone. âPlease, please, need you sâbad, Kai, need your cockâŠâ
Kai shushes you with an unexpectedly chaste kiss, sweet and gentle and nothing at all like the way he was thrusting himself inside of your tight wet heat like an animal. The stretch burns so good you bite his shoulder to keep from screaming, his cock longer and fatter than any youâve ever taken before. For a delirious moment you worry that heâll tear you in half, that he wonât fit, your walls clenching down on him like a vice as he forces his way deeper and deeper, until his tip kisses your cervix and his balls slap wetly against your ass.
âS-so bigâŠâ you slur against his skin, clawing weakly at his shoulders. Your mouth is slack and drooling and your mind was blank of everything except for how impossibly full you feel.Â
âIs it too much?â Kai asks nervously, back to his sweet anxious self for a split second. âIâm so sorry, sweetie, I couldnât stop myself, your pussyâs sucking me inââ
âNooo! It feels so gooâoâood!â you mewl dumbly, finding it harder and harder to string a sentence together the longer Kaiâs inside of you. âNeed more, Hyuka! Give it to me!âÂ
The innocent nickname makes him moan, and just like you wanted and pleaded for he begins to fuck you in sincere earnest. His thrusts are fast and brutal, lit by a deep, primal fire you had no idea he possessed. It knocks the wind out of you, overwhelmed in the best possible way, your mouth falling slack and your eyes rolling into the back of your skull, moaning in delight every time his cock spears your cervix.
âDeep! So f-fucking deep!â you hiccup breathlessly, surrendering yourself completely to the onslaught of red-hot pleasure. You can feel him in your belly, right under your navel, your wet little pussy squelching obscenely with every movement of Kai's hips. He finds your sweet spot with shocking ease, angling his cock to drag against that spongey bundle of nerves and make you gush.Â
âYeah?â he croons, thrusting himself inside of you impossibly harder, faster, âFeels so good, huh? Fuck, this pussyâs so fucking wet, so fucking tightâ best cunt iâve ever had, baby, feels better than I ever imaginedâŠ! Canât let you go now, perfect girl, all for me. This perfect pussyâs all mine, you hear, no one else's!â
He recaptures your pert nipple between his lips, suckling even rougher than before; your breasts bounce to the rhythm of his thrusts, sensitive flesh jiggling in his face as he trails his teeth and tongue across the planes of your cleavage, leaving dusky love bites in his wake. He slobbers over your tits like a hungry dog, his moans and whines muffled by your nipples he takes turns slurping them up into his mouth. The pangs of pleasure from your sore nipples combined with Kai's quickening pace and filthy words tug you closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy, the fiery hot tsunami building deep within your belly threatening to overflow and toss you into its euphoric depths.
âGod, I love you,â kai admits as he continues to babble nonsense, seemingly not noticing just what was coming out of his mouth, âIâve been wanting you for so fucking long, needed you so badâ my pretty girl, so beautiful, I wanna see your face when you cum. Youâve gotta look so sexy when you cum.â
Your heart clenches along with your cunt.Â
There is nothing you can see, but there is plenty you can hearâ Kaiâs hips clapping against your ass, his beautiful broken whimpering, the slick sounds of your pussy gushing around his cock. You open your mouth to speak, voice the mounting ecstasy that built steadily in your throbbing cunt, but you canât seem to get out anything other than shrill, pathetic cries of pleasure. Your mind was wiped completely blank, nothing but static behind your eyes, thoughts filled with nothing except the pressure in your core and how good it would feel if you let it consume you.
âIâm gonna cum!â you wail, using up all your energy into making yourself speakâ Kai groans happily, his thrusts turning desperate and sloppy, speeding up to pound your sweet spot into oblivion.
âYes! Fuck yes, cum with me, angel, come on. You can do it.â He coos into your ear, voice shaking as his body jolts and shudders above you. His hands come down to press hard on your engorged, sensitive clit, rubbing tight circles against the throbbing bud. âThatâs it, make a mess, cum all over my cock!âÂ
Your orgasm hits you like a truck, your entire body shaking from overwhelming pleasure as you pulsate and gush around him. You recognize distantly that youâre squirting, droplets of viscous liquid splashing all over your tummy and thighs, drenching Hueningâs own as well. His own climax is triggered by the violent pulsing of your gummy walls around him, and he wrenches out his cock from your quivering pussy just milliseconds before ropes and ropes of thick, sticky cum splatters hot and wet all over your heaving tits.
âHoly fuck.â Kai whispers, unable to catch his breath. âThat was the best sex Iâve ever had.â
You just giggle weakly, trying to calm down your racing heart yourself. The two of you lay against each other in silence for a moment basking in the afterglow while you both come down from your highs. Your orgasm sucked all the life force out of you, it seemed, leaving you weak and exhausted as you lay boneless on the cold storage closet floor.
And just like that, the lights turn back on. The vents begin to whir and suck out the hot, sweaty air, but the stench of sex still lingers. Youâre nearly blindsided after spending so long in the dark, screwing up your eyes as you take in your surroundings.
Kai is staring right back at you.
His dark hair is wild and sticking out in all directions, eyes blown wide and his cheeks dusted pink. His tie is half-undone and his work shirt is terribly wrinkled, drenched in what you can only assume to be your juices. His softening cock lies against his thigh, poking out from his unzipped fly, slacks just as damp and ruined as his shirt was. His chest heaves with the force of his breaths, no doubt taking in your own appearance himself. You look down just enough to see your torn clothes, your cum stained breasts and wet thighs, your smart professional outfit looking like it was ravaged by some sort of rabid animal.
âYou look beautiful.â Kai whispers in rapture.Â
âUm.â you respond smartly, cheeks burning. Averting your eyes you check the door; the keypad is blinking cheerfully at you, as if it had never turned off in the first place. Itâs just then that you realize you canât hear the storm anymore. The worst must have ended while you were occupied with other things.
âDo⊠you want to keep looking for those decorations?â Kai prods gently. You shoot him a quizzical glare.
âI want to go home.â you grumble lightheartedly. âI donât give a damn about that stupid party anymore. Iâll just ask Yeonjun for his credit card.â
Kai smiles, that signature smile that gives you even more butterflies now than it ever did before. âThatâs what I was hoping you were going to say. Does my home work for you? We can watch a movie and get takeout. Or, I mean, you donât have to, we can just leave and go our separate ways andââ
âIâd love to.â you snicker, leaning forward to steal a kiss. âShould we take separate cars, though? It would be suspicious if we showed back up tomorrow together.â
âWeâll be sneaky about it. Weâre good at that.â
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fem! reader x sunghoon, bimbo! reader, established relationship, i made reader extra bimbo so she has a boob job and a nose job, fluff, crack, not a full smut scene but dumbification, humiliation, unprotected sex, creampie.
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notes: this was on my drafts for so long omg, my bimbo reader x member saga continues, who should be next? let me know <3
The first time Sunghoon saw you, he didnât really like you, he thought you were a walking headache.
You were in his economics lecture, twirling a glittery pen and chewing pink gum like it was a full-time job. You wore a tiny top which was definitely inappropriate for college, with the word âPRINCESSâ bedazzled across the chest, your notebook filled with hearts and sparkly stickers instead of actual notes. You were staring at the ceiling probably thinking about which shade of pink was your favourite. He thought you were ridiculous.
He also couldnât stop looking at you.
Your perfect blowout, impossibly shiny and curled at the ends like you'd just stepped out of a salon. The soft swoop of your lashes. The way your perfume, something sweet and expensive, lingered in the air whenever you walked past. The sound of your gum popping mid-lecture. It was maddening.
When you waved at him across the hall the next day, he looked behind him like you had to be talking to someone else.
You started sitting next to him in class. Talking to him between lectures. Asking him dumb questions like, âDo you think cats get embarrassed when they fall?â or âWhat if my lip gloss is too sparkly for schoolâlike, legally?â
He tried to ignore you. He really did. But then you started bringing him little things, an extra coffee, snacks with cute sticky notes that said âDonât forget to eat, cold boyâ and before he knew it⊠you were just there all the time.Â
Everyone knew who you were, daddyâs girl, had a nose job at sixteen and a boob job at eighteen. Everything about you screamed money, privilege, and zero shame. You parked your bubblegum-pink convertible outside like you owned the damn place, engine still purring, music blasting some sugary pop anthem. Designer sunglasses perched on your nose, lips glossed and shiny like a reality show.
And Sunghoon hated girls like you.Â
Until he didnât anymore.Â
You drove him fucking crazy.
And nothing pissed him off more than the fact that no matter how many times he rolled his eyes at you or snapped at you to âuse your brain for once,â he always ended up with you curled up on his lap by the end of the night, pouting, giggling, and completely unaware of how obsessed he was.
The bowling alley lights glowed neon pink and blue, a dreamy haze over the slick floor and rows of plastic seats. You bounced up to the lane, pink ball cradled in both hands, wearing a pleated micro skirt that had absolutely zero business being worn in a bowling alley.
Sunghoon already had one hand to his temple.
âOkay, okayâwatch me this time,â you chirped, sticking your tongue out with confidence that was completely unearned.
He watched. Unfortunately.
You swung horribly. The ball dropped with a loud thud that made a few kids in the next lane flinch, then rolled with tragic optimism straight into the gutter, again.
A long, painful silence.
You turned around with a hopeful smile, one acrylic nail to your bottom lip, your brows sticked togetherÂ
âDid I hit⊠like, any of them?â
Sunghoon stared at the untouched pins.Â
âYou hit my will to live. Thatâs what you hit.â
You burst out laughing, completely unfazed, trotting back to him with a giggle and zero shame.Â
âItâs not my fault the ballâs heavy! And slippery! And the floor is so weird, like, what even is oiling the lane? Is that real?â
Sunghoon blinked, already regretting choosing bowling for your weekly date.Â
âYes. Thatâs real. Itâs literally part of the sport.â
You leaned dramatically onto his shoulder, rolling your beautiful eyes decorated with pink shimmery eyeshadow.Â
âUgh, sports.â
He side-eyed you, lips twitching like he was trying very hard not to smile.Â
âYou are unreal. Actually brainless.â
âBrainless and beautiful,â you hummed proudly.
He handed you a bottle of water with the calmness of someone who had already accepted defeat on every level, of someone that loved his girlfriend so much even if she was getting on his nerves.Â
âAt this point Iâm surprised you didnât throw the ball backwards.â
âOh my god, is that allowed?!â
He closed his eyes.Â
âIâm going to need a refund on this date.â
You gasped, playfully smacking his chest.Â
âYou love this. Donât lie.â
âI love winning. Youâre making that impossible by association.â
You let out a dramatic whine and flopped down into the seat next to him, pink gloss shining under the lights. You looked up at him through your fake lashes, blinking innocently.Â
âYou could let me winâŠâ
He turned to you, full deadpan.Â
âNot even if I was dying.â
You pouted.Â
âWhat if I kissed you?â
His expression faltered. Just slightly.
He hated how easily you got to him, how ridiculous you were, with your glitter and your fake tan and your complete inability to understand basic physics, and how despite all of that, his stomach still flipped like a middle schooler every time you leaned in close.
ââŠStill no,â he mumbled, avoiding eye contact.
But his ears turned just a little pink.
You grinned.Â
âOkay. One more try. Watch this.â
Sunghoon leaned back with a long, suffering sigh, arms crossed as he watched you approach the lane like you were about to do a runway walk, not a sport.
You tossed the ball.
This time⊠it clipped the edge. Wobbled. And one lonely pin wobbled, wobbledâŠ
Then fell.
You screamed.Â
âI got one!â
You spun around, throwing your arms up like youâd just landed a triple axel in the Olympics.
âBabe did you see that?! I got one!â
Sunghoon clapped once, dryly.Â
âCongratulations. Youâve reached the motor skills of a toddler.â
But when you threw yourself into his arms, giggling with pride, he caught you instantly, hands settling at your waist like second nature. Your breath was warm against his cheek, your lip gloss a little smeared from all your shouting, and god, you looked so proud of yourself.
So happy.
He couldnât help it. His jaw softened, and his eyes flicked down to your lips. You noticed, grin stretching a little wider.
âStill not letting me win?â you whispered.
He groaned softly, then finally leaned in, brushing your lips with his, warm, slow, and just a little smug. His kisses were always the sweetest, but also the neediest, like he couldnât resist tasting your cherry gloss on his tongue and how your plump lips - natural, because your father refused to let you get another thing done - moved against his.Â
âYouâll never win,â he murmured against your mouth.
âBut I got you to kiss me,â you whispered back.
He pulled away with a tiny smirk.Â
âThat doesnât mean youâre not terrible at bowling.â
You beamed.Â
âSo you admit Iâm good at something.â
Sunghoon sighed, defeated.
âYeah. Being annoying.â
Later that night, your legs were draped lazily across Sunghoonâs lap as you half-watched a rerun of Gossip Girl on his TV, spooning pink-frosted ice cream into your mouth with the tiny gold spoon you refused to let go of. Sunghoon had tried to take it from you earlier, saying it was impractical.
You nearly bit his hand.
Now he sat there, half-annoyed, half-smitten, poking at the remote and occasionally shooting side-eyes at your terrible taste in TV, which he was definitely not going to admit he had started following.
âI still donât understand how someone could bowl that badly,â he muttered out of nowhere, shaking his head like he was personally offended.
âI have delicate wrists,â you said simply, licking ice cream from your spoon. âIâm not built for violence.â
âYouâre built for chaos.â
âYouâre built for being rude.â
âIâm built for reality,â he muttered.
You grinned, wiggling your toes against his thigh, until you suddenly sat up with a little gasp.
âWaitâI forgot!â
âOh no,â he said immediately.
You bounced off the couch, your fuzzy pink slippers flopping, and grabbed your oversized Juicy Couture tote.
âI got you a present!â
Sunghoon looked like he was preparing for war.
 âA what?â
âA little something,â you said brightly, pulling out a small, glossy pink box wrapped in a glitter ribbon. âA sexy thank-you gift. Because Iâm sweet like that.â
So, he opened it.
And immediately froze.
Inside was a pair of black boxer briefs. At first glance, normal. But upon closer inspection, covered in little high-res photos of your face.
Pouting. Blowing kisses. Winking. Tongue out.
He held them up in horror.
âWhat the actual hellââ
You squealed.
âArenât they adorable?! Look, I picked the kissy face from my summer vacation selfie. That oneâs your favorite, right?â
His jaw dropped slightly.
âYou put your face on underwear.â
âYour underwear,â you corrected proudly. âItâs a custom print!â
He blinked again.
âYou seriously expect me to wear these?â
âYouâre gonna love them.â
âTheyâre deranged.â
âTheyâre personalized.â You pouted, staring at the boxers on his hands so proudly âYouâre so ungrateful. I almost ordered the thong version.â
His nose scrunched.
âWhy is that worse?â
âThey had hearts that said âDaddyâs Favoriteâ all over the front. You wouldâve looked so cute.â
âIâm going to take your access to online stores.â
âYouâre in love with me.â
He groaned, but the corners of his mouth twitched.
âI feel like Iâm in a relationship with a walking pop-up ad.â
You rolled onto your side and propped your chin in your hand. âYou say that, but I caught you smiling. Admit it.â
He looked down at the boxers again, defeated.
âIâm going to burn these.â
âYouâre sooo going to wear them to bed.â
âI am not.â
âIâm going to take a picture when you do.â
He looked at you with genuine concern.
âYou should donate your brain to the science, i genuinely have no idea how the fuck it works.â
You grinned wider, then crawled into his lap and tugged the boxers from his hand, holding them up between you like a trophy.
âYou know,â you said playfully, brushing your lips against his jaw, âyouâre kind of hot when youâre annoyed.â
His hands settled instinctively on your waist, and despite the chaos, despite the insanity of your gift, he didnât push you away. His fingers tightened slightly, eyes narrowing.
âYouâre insane,â he muttered again.
âAnd you like it.â
You kissed him softly, sugary-sweet and smiling against his mouth, and he let out a low breath like he was surrendering to a war heâd already lost.
âThank God youâre cute and have fake boobsâ he said under his breath.
âIâm gorgeous,â you whispered, kissing him again. âAnd youâre obsessed with me.â
He sighed, resting his forehead against yours.
âUnfortunately.â
You laughed, nuzzling into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, and somewhere on the coffee table, your face-covered boxers sat like the worldâs most deranged declaration of love.
And the next morning, when you woke up early and peeked under the blanket?
He was wearing them.
In the bedroom, Sunghoon worshipped youÂ
He spoiled you, yes. Bought you pretty things, let you crawl into his lap just to be kissed, whispered soft pet names against your throat like they meant something sacred. But when it came to sex, he didnât just spoil, he ruined.Constantly. Proudly. He loved how soft you got under him. How pliant. How you went quiet and fuzzy the second he touched you, all that usual chatter melting into breathy gasps and broken whimpers like youâd been made to be used.
It wasnât just sex. It was a ritual.
That was the part that made his blood run hot, the way you gave in so easily. Like your body had memorized what he needed before he even asked. Like you were wired to fall apart for him.
You were perfect for him. Sweet. Obedient. Dumb in all the ways he liked.
Sometimes you wore lace just to catch his attention. Sometimes you whined for his hands in that sugar-sweet voice you knew drove him crazy. And sometimes, like that night, you were already breathless before he even undid his belt, squirming under his gaze like you needed him more than air.
And Sunghoon? He lived for it.
He lived for the way your thighs twitched when he called you his dumb little doll. For the way your breath hitched when his voice dropped and he ordered you to spread your legs. For the way you sighed his name like a prayer every time he said, âGood girl.â
He teased, he degraded, he controlled every second, and yet never once crossed your boundaries. Even when he was deep inside you, voice low and filthy in your ear, hands gripping your hips tight enough to bruise, the care never left his touch.
And when it was over, when you were limp and trembling in the sheets, too blissed out to speak, he always gathered you into his arms. Always pressed a kiss to your temple. Always whispered soft, quiet things while he cleaned you up and tucked you into his chest.
But tonight, you knew you were pushing it.
The second you made that little comment â pouty and venom-laced â about him forgetting his wallet at brunch, you felt the air shift. Saw that flicker in his eyes. Not anger, not quite. No, Sunghoon never wasted energy on petty things.
It was something darker.
And now, your wrists were pinned above your head with one of his hands, fingers wrapped snug around your wrists, his rings cold against your skin. Your legs spread wide, your body flushed and trembling, caught in that hazy place between bratty resistance and desperate submission.
âStill got that attitude, baby?â he murmured, voice low and slow as his free hand traced a path down your torso, nails grazing just enough to make you twitch. âOr did I fuck it out of you already?â
You opened your mouth, maybe to whine, maybe to say his name, but all that came out was a gasp when his fingers slid between your thighs, two slow strokes over your soaked panties. He smiled like a man who knew exactly what he was doing to you.
âGod, look at you. All that attitude earlier and now youâre fucking dripping.â
His hand cupped your sex through the fabric, warm and heavy. His palm pressed down, applying just enough pressure to make you buck into it, and he tisked, shaking his head like you were being difficult again.
âDidnât I say you donât get to be in charge tonight?â
His fingers gripped your jaw, turning your face to meet his. The heat in his eyes made your breath catch.
âYou know the rules, baby,â he whispered, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. âNo thinking. That pretty little head of yours belongs to me tonight.â
You whimpered. Nodded. Your voice barely worked, hazy, pliant, floating somewhere between arousal and surrender.
âMhm⊠yours.â
And fuck, did that make something snap in him.
He released your wrists only to grab your hips and flip you onto your stomach, not bothering to be gentle. His hands gripped your ass, kneading the soft flesh as he leaned over you, breath hot against your ear.
âThat brat from earlier?â he growled, rutting his hips against your ass. âShe gone now?â
You nodded frantically into the sheets, muffled moans escaping your lips.
âYou sure?â He dragged his cock, hard and leaking, along your soaked slit, just enough to tease but not enough to satisfy. âBecause if I hear another whine outta that mouth, Iâm not gonna let you come. Understand me?â
âY-yesââ you managed, though it came out as more of a sob. âIâm sorryâŠâ
He chuckled darkly.
âThatâs better.â
And then he was inside you â deep â all at once. No warning. No slow stretch.
Just a sharp, claiming thrust that knocked the air from your lungs and left you shaking. You gasped, nails digging into the sheets, tears prickling at your eyes from the overwhelming fullness. He stilled for a second, letting you adjust because even mean, he never hurt you, and then he began to move. Hard. Every thrust deliberate, punishing, meant to remind you of exactly who was in control.
âThere she is,â he whispered, dark eyes eating you alive. âMy sweet, stupid girl.â
He set a brutal rhythm, one hand gripping your thigh while the other held your jaw in place so he could watch your expression crumble.
âStay dumb for me,â he growled, voice ragged now, hips slamming into yours. âDonât think. Just take it.â
âThis what you wanted?â he hissed between clenched teeth, skin slapping against yours with a filthy rhythm. âAct like a brat so I fuck you stupid?â
You couldnât answer, your mind was blank, body on fire, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of him. He leaned down, pressing his chest to your back, lips at your ear.Â
âYouâre such a fucking mess for me. So easy to break. Just a few minutes and Iâve already got you drooling on the sheets.â
His hand slid under you, between your thighs again, fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight, fast circles in sync with his thrusts. You choked on a moan, loud, needy, helpless.
âLook at that. Canât even form words anymore,â he mocked, voice dripping with smug satisfaction. âMy dumb little doll. All that sass earlier and now youâre too fucked-out to talk.â
Your thighs were trembling violently now, breath coming in shallow pants as the pressure built, your orgasm looming, cruel and inevitable.
Sunghoon knew. Of course he knew. He groaned, low and rough, hips slamming into you deeper.
âYou close, baby?â
You sobbed something incoherent.
âUse your words. Come on.â
âY-yesâyes, Iâmâpleaseâ!â
He didnât let up. Not for a second.
âYou gonna come all over my cock after being a fucking brat in public? You think you deserve that?â
You shook your head, didnât trust yourself to speak, but your body betrayed you, tightening around him as the orgasm hit. It crashed into you hard, like lightning through your veins, and you screamed, stars bursting behind your eyes. You didnât even register him groaning your name, hips jerking as he came inside you moments later.
The room spun. Your limbs felt heavy. Your brain buzzed with static. And yet, even as your body trembled in the aftermath, Sunghoonâs touch softened, his voice dropped.
âGood girl,â he whispered, pressing a kiss to your spine. âTook me so well. You did so good, baby.â
His hands rubbed slow, grounding circles into your thighs and lower back.
âYou okay?â
You managed a nod, dazed, boneless, but safe.
Because no matter how rough he was, no matter how mean he got when you pushed his buttons, Sunghoon always took care of you after.
âHoonie?â You whispered, soft voice after a while.
He stroked your arm, kissing softly on your shoulder before looking at you.
âYes, babygirl?â
âDo you love me?â You batted your fake eyelashes, still perfect on your eyes even after the intense sex session.
He looked at you with shiny eyes, as if he couldnât believe you were asking him that.
âOf course, baby. I love you.â
âPinky promise?â You put out your hand, sticking your pinky and he laughed softly before locking it with his.
âPinky promise.â
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really controlling and possessive bf jay and y/n cant even fight him cause he takes care and comforts her the bestđđ
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Your life started feeling less like your own and more like something curated by him a long time ago, polished and planned down to the last detail. Jay's hand is in everything. The apartment you live in, the clothes hanging in your closet, the yoga mat rolled neatly by the windowâall filtered through his preferences. And he never hides it. He doesn't need to.
He buys you a car, a matte black one you never would've picked yourself, and had it delivered with a big ivory bow on top. Every Sunday, he takes it to get detailed himself, always filling the tank and slipping a couple hundred-dollar bills into the middle console. "For when I'm not around," he says like that ever happens.
You try to buy something small one afternoonâjust a purse you thought was cuteâand he spots it the moment you walk in the door. "That's ugly," he says flatly, already pulling out his phone to process the return. "I would've bought you something prettier if you told me you wanted a new one." And he means it. He already has the sales associate on the phone before you can argue.
Groceries? He's got someone delivering them. Fitness? You've got three classes a weekâa private pilates class, spin, barreâprepaid months in advance. All you have to do is show up. He even checks your step count at the end of the day, not because he doesn't trust you, but because he cares. At least, that's what he says, murmuring it against your hair while you sit curled into him on the couch.
"Did you eat today?" You nod.
"What'd you have?"
"Um... a smoothie?" He raises a brow. "That's not food, baby."
You call him Jongie and thatâs the only time he softens instantly, brushing your cheek with his thumb and kissing your jaw with a sigh. And no matter how controlling he gets, you can't ever seem to bring yourself to push backâbecause he's always right, always ready to comfort you, always doing everything in your best interest.
And when you do sulk, refusing to look at him because he replaced all your snacks with nutritionist-approved alternatives again, he just picks you up, sets you on the kitchen counter, kisses your knee, and says, "Tell me what you want, baby. I'll get it for you. But you're still eating clean first."
Jay doesn't just take care of youâhe cultivates you. From the supplements he drops into your palm every morning to the fruit and water-rich dinners he insists on making himself "You're glowing, baby. That's me, you know that, right?", he treats you like something that belongs on display. Beautiful. Cared for. His.
And he proves it every time he pulls you into the sheets like it's part of some routine only he gets to orchestrate.
Tonight's no different.
The lights are dimmed low, music from his playlist murmuring through hidden speakers, something warm and slow. He moves you like he's practiced it and maybe he has. He spreads you open over those clean white sheets, kissing down your stomach, murmuring every now and then how soft you feel, how good you smell, how your skin tastes like strawberries and citrus because he planned for it to.
"See?" he murmurs between your legs, voice low and reverent as he presses his tongue against you like he's savoring a wine he aged himself. "Told you it'd be worth it. You taste so fucking good, babyâbeen feeding you right, haven't I?"
You whimper something incoherent, thighs twitching against his shoulders, but he just laughs quietly, gripping your hips harder to hold you still. "What? Can't speak now? I keep you so well-fed, so taken care of, and this is what I get? A little moan?"
And then he does it again. Deeper. Slower. Licking into you like he's dragging the flavor from a ripe piece of fruit, like you're something he grew, plucked, and peeled just for this.
It's intimate. Indulgent. Almost scary, how completely his you feel.
After, he's slow to move, wiping you clean with a warm cloth like always, murmuring praise against your skin while you tremble under the weight of his care. And then, like clockwork, he tucks you into his chest, kisses your hair, and pulls your favorite blanket over both of you.
"You need water," he says softly, thumb brushing your jaw. "That body's mineâI'm not letting it run low on anything."
You nod, still hazy, and he presses another kiss to your forehead, already reaching over to grab the bottle he placed by the bed earlier.
It's always there. Everything you needâbefore you even know you'll need it. Because Jay doesn't just love you. He maintains you. Like he'd fall apart if you ever stopped letting him.
His hand tightens a little. "You are my favorite thing I've ever taken care of."
And he means it. He handles every piece of your life because no one else does it right. He books your appointmentsâyour facials, your blowouts, your waxes.
He gives you everything. So the moment someone makes you cry, he doesn't just get angry. He gets offended.
Because how dare anyone break something he's worked so hard to keep whole?
You weren't trying to test him. Not really. But he'd been so busy lately, all wrapped up in meetings and deadlines and reschedules, and you were starting to feel like a side piece in your own relationship.
So when that friendâthe one you know he hatesâinvited you out for dinner, you said yes. You didn't tell him. You didn't post. You just went.
You even turned off your location. But then you get worried when he doesnât text or call
You come home to low lights and silence. Jay's on the couch, in all black, one arm stretched across the backrest and a glass of neat whiskey in his hand. The fireplace is on. The air feels wrong.
"Hey," you start softly, stepping out of your shoes.
"Turn around." You freeze.
"Phone," he says. Still quiet. Still calm. "Now."
You hesitate for a second too long, and his eyes lift to meet yours. They don't flicker or even blink.
"You can tell me where you were, or I can find out."
And you know he will so you hand it over. He doesn't scrollâhe taps. Opens your texts, your maps history, your hidden album. He already knows, he just wants to see.
When he finally sets your phone down, he doesn't speak. Just pats the cushion beside him. You sit slowly, heartbeat in your throat. Jay doesn't look at you. He just tips his glass and says, "You think I do all this for fun?"
Your brows furrow. "All whatâ?"
"This." He gestures vaguely. "Pay your bills. Buy your food. Dress you. Keep track of you. Do you think I do that because it's easy?"
"I didn't thinkâ"
"No," he cuts in, soft but sharp. "You didn't."
And then he finally turns to face you. His voice drops even lower. "You turned off your location for someone I told you not to see. After everything I do to keep you safe. After every time I warned you."
He exhales through his nose, slow and furious. "I treat you like something precious, and you act like you're disposable."
You flinch..
"Look at me," he says. You do. His voice softens a littleâbut only in volume. "I take care of everything so you don't have to think about this world the way I do. I watch for every little danger, every little manipulation, so you don't have to. That's what I do. And all I askâall I fucking askâis that you let me."
Silence.
He slides his hand over your thigh. Warm and heavy. "I know you think it's too much sometimes. I know you think you're still independent. But baby, that ended a long time ago." You blink up at him, lips parting.
"You belong to me. All of you. Even your time. Even your disobedience."
His thumb presses just above your knee, right where your dress ends. "I'm not mad you went," he murmurs. "I'm mad you lied."
You feel your throat tighten. "I won't punish you," he adds. "You're already punishing yourself. I can see it all over you."
You nod. You are. You hate the ache in his voice.
He softens just enough to let you fold into him, burying your face in his chest like you always do.
But thenâhe adds, "She won't be part of your life anymore. You know that, right?â
It's not a question. He rubs your back, gentle again. Like nothing even happened. Like he didn't just remind you of how deep his hold really goes.
He loves you. Intensely. But that love comes with weight.
So when your private pilates instructor gives you a rare, tight smile at the end of today's session and says,
"He'll be pleased,"
Your heart soars.
Because you need him to be.
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DAMN IT NERD âËàż ARE YOU LISTENING?

pair loser!jake x hot!reader ÍĄ ÍâĄ ê«¶áłáłáłáłáłáłà§Ż tags creampie, cockwarming, overstim, dirty talk = nerd talk, jake likes legos âż scene jake is sweet, dumb, and accidentally packing a weapon between his legs. no one understands how he landed his insanely hot gf, not even him. but she loves him anyway, even if he wonât shut up about legos, star wars, or his ridiculous love for her⊠especially during sex. note letâs pretend jake likes star wars âââ library âč àŁȘ
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Youâre not even sure how you got here.
Well, no⊠you do know. You were in bed, legs tossed over Jakeâs shoulders, back arched, spine pressed into the mattress like a damn sticker. He was inside you. Deep. Relentlessly deep, like he was on a fucking mission.
You werenât sure what the mission was, but Jake clearly was.
He was, talking.
Still.
âYou know the Republic Gunship set?â he pants, rocking into you a little too slow for how breathless he sounds. âIâve been saving up for it. Itâs so cool. It has, likeâtwenty clone troopers. Twenty. And they all have these little helmets that come off. I didnât even know they did that untilâuntil I watched this review last weekâshit, you feel so goodâwait, so anywayââ
You cut him off with a groan, fisting the sheets. âJake.â
âHuh?â He looks down at you, blinking like a golden retriever who just got caught chewing drywall. âWhat?â
âYouâre talking about Legos again.â
âOh.â He pushes his hips forward with a little whine. âSorry. Youâre just so warm and I was thinking about that set and how cool itâd be to build it with you while we watch Clone Wars andâandâfuck, youâre squeezing me again.â
You squeeze him on purpose this time. âThatâs because youâre babbling about minifigs while youâre raw inside me, Jake.â
His eyes go big. âYou like when Iâm raw inside you.â
âI did. Before you compared it to building a Lego set.â
âOkay, okay, fair.â He nuzzles your neck like heâs not splitting you in half. âBut also? Youâre kinda like a Lego set.â
You stare at him. âJake.â
âI mean that lovingly.â
You drop your head back against the pillow. âI swear to God, if this is going where I think itâs goingââ
âBecause like. Youâve got all these beautiful little pieces. And I wanna learn how they all fit together. Every time I touch you itâs like Iâm figuring out where the next part goesââ
âJake.â
ââlike, do I kiss here?â He sucks a hickey under your jaw. âTouch here?â Trails his hand between your legs. âOr maybeâfuckâmaybe I just fuck you and see what happens.â
Youâre clenching again. Hard. And you hate that it works.
He beams. âSee? You do like my metaphors.â
âI like your dick,â you hiss, arching as he thrusts up and hits that spot. âI tolerate your metaphors.â
âYou love my metaphors,â he says smugly, fucking deeper like heâs trying to prove it.
You moan into the heel of your palm. âYouâre insufferable.â
Jake whimpers, forehead tipping to yours. âYouâre so hot when youâre mean to me.â
âYouâre hot when you shut up.â
He slows, just a little, and looks genuinely wounded. âYou donât like when I talk?â
âI love when you talk,â you gasp. âJust not when Iâm trying to come and youâre talking about fucking battle packs.â
âOh.â He slips out almost entirely, just to push in again, hard. You cry out. His ears go pink. âNoted.â
You try to glare. You really do. But he leans down to kiss you and his stupid soft lips and stupid tongue make you forget how to breathe, let alone stay mad.
And the way heâs throbbing inside you doesnât help.
Jake pulls away with a dumb little grin. âI think Iâm gonna come. Can I stay in? I know I asked earlier but I wanna make sure itâs still okayââ
âJake, yes, God, yesââ
He sinks into you one last time and shudders, full-body, like heâs short-circuiting. You feel him twitch, warm and heavy, and moan his name as his hand clutches at your waist like heâs scared youâll float away.
He comes like heâs overwhelmed. Pretty and flushed, forehead pressed to your collarbone, one hand gripping your thigh like a lifeline.
Youâre both panting. Slick. Shaking a little.
And then.
âDid you know the Lego Titanic set is almost four feet longââ
âJake.â
âSorry! Iâm justâstill inside you and happy and thinking about boats and I love you andââ
You grab his face and kiss him hard. He whimpers against your mouth, cock twitching again, not soft at all.
You pull back. âYouâre gonna shut up now, right?â
âTotally,â he breathes, blinking fast. âExceptâcan I keep talking if itâs just about you?â
You blink. âMaybe.â
Jake buries his face in your neck. âCool. âCause I was gonna say, youâre prettier than every minifig Iâve ever owned. Like, if you were a collectible, Iâd never take you out of the box.â
You groan. âThatâs not romantic, Jake.â
He laughs. âI thought it was.â
You wrap your legs tighter around him and sigh. âYouâre lucky youâre pretty.â
âIâm lucky you let me fuck you.â
He kisses your cheek, then your jaw, then, very slowly, starts moving again. Just a little. Deep and slow, the kind of rhythm that makes your eyes roll back.
âCan I stay in?â he murmurs. âJust for a bit?â
You nod.
He smiles. âCool. You feel better than any Lego set.â
You cover his mouth. âJust fuck me.â
You donât know why you let him stay inside. You really donât.
Maybe itâs the way heâs so big, the way he fills you up like you were made for it. Maybe itâs the post-orgasm brain melt. Maybe itâs the genuinely tragic puppy-dog look he gave you when he asked if he could just stay for a little while longer.
You said yes. Like a fool.
And now heâs talking again.
âOkay, but hear me out,â he mumbles against your collarbone. âIf you were a Lego piece, I feel like youâd be one of those rare ones that only come in, like, three sets. And Iâd trade my whole collection just to have two of you.â
âJake.â
âOr like, like if I was building a Millennium Falcon and your piece wasnât in the box? Iâd cry. Like actual tears. Iâd email Lego Customer Support and tell them it was a tragedy. Iâd say my girlfriend is missing. That I canât build without her. That itâs ruining my lifeââ
âYouâre still inside me.â
âI know. Thatâs why Iâm being romantic.â
You groan and throw an arm over your face. âYour idea of romance is comparing my vagina to missing plastic.â
âItâs not just plastic, itâsâhey, waitââ He props himself up on an elbow, wide-eyed. âAre you getting mad again?â
âIâm not mad,â you sigh. âIâm just. So full. And so tired. And youâre talking about spaceships and crying and clone troopers while your dick is still hitting my goddamn cervix.â
Jake flushes. Hard. âOh. Sorry. Iâm justâŠthis is like, peak life for me. Like, I donât know what I did to deserve you but I think about it a lot and it makes me feel like I should be doing more. Like, youâre smart, and you wear those little skirts that make my brain short-circuit, and you never make fun of me for how much I love Star Wars even when I definitely deserve itââ
âJake.â
âYeah?â
âAre you getting hard again?â
He pauses. You feel him twitch inside you.
ââŠMaybe.â
âJesus Christ.â
âI canât help it!â he whines, and somehow he sounds genuinely upset about it. âYouâre so warm and soft and I like how you clench when I say dumb stuff, and I know Iâm not supposed to keep talking, but I love you and Iâm having a feelings crisis and also your tits are out and I didnât even mention them yet.â
You uncover your eyes and glare. âDonât.â
Jake glances down at your chest. Immediately goes pink. âToo late.â
You shift under him and he moans, a soft, helpless sound like heâs ashamed to have made it. You can feel him starting to get hard again, slow and steady like a threat.
And the worst part is? You like it. Your bodyâs already reacting. Heâs still so thick, so deep, and now heâs whining like he canât help but want more of you.
âGod, youâre pretty,â he whispers, like heâs confessing something serious. âAnd Iâm, ugh, Iâm such a loser, I know. Everyone always asks how I got you and I never have an answer. Theyâre like, âis she into Legos too?â and I have to lie and say yes, just so they donât try to hit on you.â
You laugh. You shouldnât, but you do. âSo you lie about me being into Legos to keep me safe?â
He nods solemnly. âItâs the only way.â
âYouâre an idiot.â
Jake beams. âYour idiot.â
He leans down and kisses you again, sloppy, soft, so sweet it makes your stomach flip, and you groan against his mouth when he accidentally rocks his hips.
And just like that, youâre clenching again. Wanting him. Wanting it all over again.
He breaks the kiss with a gasp. âOh. That wasâyeah. Weâre doing it again, right?â
You roll your eyes. âNot if you keep talking.â
âI can be quiet!â
âYou canât.â
âI can. Watchââ He places a hand over his own mouth.
You raise a brow. âYou look ridiculous.â
He wiggles his brows, nods, then thrusts.
You gasp. His hand flies off his mouth. âOh fuck, that was hotââ
âJake.â
âSorry. Sorry.â He puts it back. Mutters behind his palm, âI just love you so much.â
You stare at him, flushed, wrecked, still hard and inside you, his hand awkwardly slapped over his own mouth, and you realize something terrible.
Youâre gonna marry this dumbass.
You sigh, toss your head back, and say, âFine. Just shut up and fuck me again.â
Jake nods furiously. Slips his hand from his face and whispers, âYes, Captain.â
You sigh into the pillow.
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LOSER IN LOVE âËàż BUT YOU LIKE IT, RIGHT?


pair loser!jake x hot!reader ÍĄ ÍâĄ ê«¶áłáłáłáłáłáłà§Ż tags size kink, domestic fluff, jake is clingy, soft dom! jake, jake is lwk a himbo âż scene living with jake means bad cooking, clingy cuddles, and sex thatâs way too good for someone who doesnât know what a dom is. but he loves you stupid, and its the best part ââââââ library âč àŁȘ
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LIVING TOGETHER âËàż jake & his dumb shenanigans
âż loser!jake who puts your expensive perfume in the fridge because he heard âscents last longer that way,â and then acts smug when you say it actually worked. Heâs like, âSee? Iâm smart sometimes,â while holding your toothbrush upside down over the sink.
âż loser!jake who sits crisscross on the floor while you do your makeup, staring at you like youâre doing magic. âWhatâs that one do?â he asks every product. You tell him the same thing every time. He never remembers.
âż loser!jake who forgets to defrost the chicken, so he just cuts up hot dogs and puts them in mac and cheese like itâs a Michelin-star meal. You eat it anyway. He beams. âYou love my cooking, huh?â
âż loser!jake who insists on doing laundry but turns your lingerie pink, shrinks your skirt, and still has the audacity to be proud because âAt least I folded it all.â
âż loser!jake who walks around the apartment shirtless, thinks he looks normal, but the sweats are hanging way too low, the hairâs fluffy from a towel-dry, and the veins in his arms pop whenever he opens a jar for you. He has no idea why your knees go weak.
âż loser!jake who cuddles into you so tight at night you canât even roll over, muttering, ânoâŠdonât leave, itâs cold,â with his nose smushed into your shoulder and his morning wood poking your ass like itâs not 6:13 am.
IN THE BED âËàż yes he IS a freak in the sheets
âż loser!jake who canât tell you what a dom is but still pins your wrists with one hand while his other slides under your shirt like itâs muscle memory. Whines in your ear like heâs the one being ruined.
âż loser!jake who doesnât get why your eyes roll back every time he goes deep. âWaitâŠis that a good face or a bad one?â he whispers, staying balls deep because your body keeps squeezing him too tight to move.
âż loser!jake who is obsessed with your tits. Will literally start pouting if you cover them. âNooo donât hide,â he mumbles, mouth already latched to one while rutting into you slow, saying dumb shit like âtheyâre so soft. like little clouds.â
âż loser!jake who genuinely apologizes every time you cum too hard. âWas that too much? I didnât mean to make you cryâŠfuck, baby, I just wanted to feel good, not break you..oh my god.â
âż loser!jake who never really talks dirty but blurts the filthiest things out in the heat of the moment like âI love your little hole, itâs so warm in thereâ and doesnât realize what heâs said until you repeat it. He blushes so bad he forgets to keep thrusting.
âż loser!jake who goes so long thinking heâs average until one day you physically canât fit all of him and youâre whining for a break. He stares down, all wide-eyed, âwait, youâve never needed to stop before?â then looks way too proud after.
âż loser!jake who pants your name like a prayer, holds your thighs wide and keeps whispering âthank you, thank you, thank youâ into your skin like getting to be inside you is some kind of miracle.
LOVES YOU STUPID âËàż even if he thinks ur out of his league
âż loser!jake who buys you matching keychains shaped like frogs because âyou like cute stuff,â and grins every time you put yours on a different purse.
âż loser!jake who always brags about you like, âmy girlfriend? sheâs literally hotter than every girl on Instagram,â then shows his friends a blurry selfie of you in pajamas like itâs solid proof.
âż loser!jake who kisses your cheek so many times you have to push him away when youâre getting ready, and he always goes, âOkay, okay..just one more,â and steals three while giggling.
âż loser!jake who gets pouty when youâre busy. âWhat do you mean youâre working?â he mumbles, tugging your sleeve. âIâm right here. Iâm bored. Just look at me. Iâll sit still. Please?â
âż loser!jake who blurts out âI love youâ when youâre literally just walking to the fridge. Says it like he canât help it. Like it hits him fresh every time he looks at you. âI love you. Like, a lot. Itâs actually crazy.â
âż loser!jake who gets angry if someone flirts with you but doesnât know how to act on it. Just clings to you harder, puffs his chest a little, and later grumbles, âYouâre mine, yâknow. Iâll fight someone. Like, I could. Probably.â
âż loser!jake who lies on your stomach while you scroll your phone, pressing his ear to your skin to hear the noises it makes. âThereâs like, a lil song in there,â he mumbles. âItâs your tummy symphony.â
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shared spaces - hueningkai x fem!reader
genre: smut, office au
summary: after a long day at work, you and hueningkai get stuck in an elevator.
cw: pet names, dacryphilia, slightly manipulative tones, creampie, no protection, kinda exhibitionism?, dom! kai, swearing, dry humping, bulge kink, begging, praise, size kink, perversion, anything else i mightâve forgotten, mdni!!
wc: 2.6k
it had only been a few weeks since the new intern, hueningkai, had arrived at your company in search of a permanent job position. you had been assigned to supervise him along with a few other staff members as a part of your preparation for an upcoming promotion. he was quiet and reserved, but always displayed eagerness in doing his best in every possible task you presented him with.
he spoke only when necessary, always respectful, always focused, but there was something about the way he carried himself that lingered in your mind long after conversations ended. he never overstepped, never crossed a line.
but he didnât need to. his presence was calm and consistent.
over time, you started to grow fond of him. when the workload wasnât completely overwhelming, youâd invite him over to your desk for small, innocent chats over coffee and sweet bread. he always listened patiently as you vented about annoying coworkers, endless projects, or your creepy boss. he never judged. he just listened, with that soft look in his eyes like he understood more than he let on.
he was just so sweet. but oh, how he drove you crazy.
it became more and more frequent, that after long and dreadful day of work, youâd find yourself thinking about him as you entered your apartment complex. he was just so good at making you feel better, even if he didnât say a word to you. you wished he was there with you.
what was worse is that you could never deny that he was your type. he was cute but masculine and his eyes were just so entrancing. his plush lips and nose were like no other. you wanted him so bad.
no, you needed him so bad.
but you couldnât have him. that would ruin your image at the company and make it impossible for you to fulfill your dreams of making it big.
so, as a way to relieve the temptation, youâd touch yourself to the thought of him late at night, wishing he could hear the way you whimper his name on your bed.
ââââââââââââââââââââââââ
here you were.. clocking out late again, the building nearly empty, your feet sore from the heels that came with your uniform, and your skirt riding just a little too high from the long day. hueningkai lingered near the exit of the cube farm, bag slung over one shoulder, fingers tapping lightly against the strap as he waited for you.
âready?â he asked gently, offering that same stupid smile that made your stomach flutter.
âyeah. letâs go,â you replied, trying to keep it cool while walking down the hall.
you both stepped into the elevator, the hallway light casting a soft gold hue over his face just before the doors closed. inside, it was quiet. too quiet. you stood beside him, hands clasped tightly in front of you, feeling the weight of every inch of space between you.
you watched as hueningkai pressed the button with the number 1, taking note of the numbers beginning to decrease after the elevator started moving.
suddenly, you heard a loud mechanical clunk. the elevator jolted to a stop.
you both stumbled slightly.
âwhat the hellâŠâ you muttered, pressing the emergency button. nothing.
hueningkai chuckled softly. âlooks like weâre stuck.â
he sounded way too calm. you tried not to show your panic.. or the heat rising in your chest. âof course we are,â you muttered, blowing out a breath. âgreat.â
you both knew you would be there for a while. aware that repairs in this building tend to drag on, you brace yourself for a wait. you quickly pull out your phone to dial 911.
he shrugged, then surprised you by slowly sliding down to sit on the elevator floor, stretching his long legs out with a sigh. he says, âguess we wait,â after you finish your call.
you hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to stand or sit, but your body felt too on edge. so you leaned back against the wall, staying upright.
you watched himâhis straight black hair falling slightly over his eyes, the collar of his button-up loose, the rise and fall of his chest steady and relaxed. and something about the whole situationâhis calmness, the intimacy of the space, the tension youâd been ignoring for weeksâit just snapped something in you.
time dragged on. you began to get bored, and really, what better way to entertain yourself than by having perverted thoughts about the person sitting next to you?
you take small glances at the individual so close in proximity, scanning the way his long fingers scroll on his phone.
the thought of him ruining you with those fingers turned you on. you couldnât control it, you needed some type of relief.
thinking you could be slick, you pressed your thighs together. you shifted, adjusting your skirt again. but he noticed. his eyes went up to follow the movement. then they droppedâlower. and then he paused.
you froze.
you could feel it too. the heat. the dampness. your baby blue panties sticking to your entrance just enough to make it known.
his eyes darkened. he blinked once. slowly.
and judging by the small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips⊠heâd definitely noticed.
his voice was calm. âis that how you react to me?â
your heart leapt into your throat. âiâno, iâm notââ
his gaze didnât waver. âyouâre shaking,â he said casually, eyes still locked where they shouldnât be. âyouâre not very good at hiding it.â
you clenched your fists at your sides, feeling paralyzed.
âno.. i swear itâs not what you think..â you began. your voice fails and your words turn into a squeak. âiâm just scared of elevators. thatâs all.â
kai doesnât laugh. he doesnât tease. he just keeps watching you like heâs seeing you for the first time. âyouâre not very good at hiding many things, you know, i see the way you look at me all the time,â he says. his voice is still gentle, still sweetâbut lower now. like heâs speaking only to you in secret despite you two being the only ones present. like heâs been waiting for this moment.
ânow, tell me the truth. is that the kind of reaction i get out of you?â
you look down at the elevator floor. you could feel yourself getting red in the face, but you still make an effort to nod a microscopic nod.
huening chuckles, about to go back to scrolling on his phone when you interrupt him.
you donât know why, but his reaction makes you want to explain yourself. you donât want him to think lowly of you. maybe he thinks youâre a whore who wants the attention of just any guy.
âno, you just donât understand..â you began. your legs felt weak and you began to shake more intensely. was it out of fear of disgusting him, or embarrassment? or what if it was just because you were claustrophobic and it felt like the elevator would fail and plunge a hundred feet, making it possible to crush you both in the process?
you bit your lip. the elevator felt smaller by the second.
âi justâŠâ your throat tightened. âyou make it hard to think straight.â
his lips parted at that, and you swore you saw the corner of his mouth twitch up again. just barely.
you contemplated saying your next words.
âi.. i um.. i need you,â you stuttered, your voice almost a whisper now. âso bad itâs starting to hurt.â
he raised an eyebrow. âdo you really?â he tried concealing the tent forming in his pants. he was so glad to hear you admit that. were you aware of all the times heâs jacked off to the voice messages you send him for instructions?
you nodded, wide-eyed and heart racing. âyes, please!â you didnât care if you sounded desperate.
he patted his lap, still lounging on the floor like heâd been waiting for this exact moment. âalright, baby. come get what you need.â
you hurried to slide down onto his lap facing him, knees on either side of his hips, skirt bunched up.
âuse me,â he said innocently, blinking his eyes at you. âmake yourself feel good.â
he didnât move. didnât even touch you.
âgo on,â he said as he caressed you arm, tilting his head slightly. âyou can use me.â
you, still feeling extremely embarrassed from your confession just moments prior, quickly started to rock against him, grinding slowly like an animal in heat trying to appear to have some sort of self control. your breath catching with every roll of your hips and your clothed cunt making contact with the bulge that was being restrained in his pants. you tried going faster as you became more desperate, but it was no use. you sigh in frustration, although you try not to make it obvious.
âyouâre so adorable when youâre like this,â he whispers into your ear, âso needy. so desperate for me.â his hot breath sends chills down your spine.
you hated how much you liked hearing it, though.. it turned you on, but it just wasnât enough.
you whimper softly, head falling forward as your hands rested on his chest, picking up the pace you were dry humping him at. âhah~â you pant, âneed.. moreâŠâ you eventually upped your pace, practically clawing into him now.
hueningkai decides to free you from his teasing, swiftly picking you up from his bulge and sliding off his pants halfway before youâre crawling back onto him. he pulls down his boxers and his hard cock springs out and oh no.
to be quite frank, you didnât know if it would fit. you hadnât seen a cock as big and thick as his in real life. not to mention it was so pretty. so so so pretty.
âuh.. huening..â
âoh..! itâs okay. iâve got you. iâll be gentle.â he responds quickly as he sees the fear in your eyes for just a moment. he found it endearing how flustered youâd become in such a short amount of time. craving the feeling of him inside you, you nod quickly and lean down to give a kiss to his pink tip leaking with precum before aligning it to your entrance. he fights back a giggle. youâre just so sweet.
he feels so bad for what heâs about to do to you, but he just canât control himself anymore. he grabs your jaw to push your lips into his and tries to create the appearance of slowly entering you before grabbing your hips and slamming you down onto him. bottoming out, he groans loudly.
âtoo big.. t-too much..!â you yelp, disconnecting your lips from his as you feel tears beginning to form. his method to keep you from yelling utterly failed..
he brings a finger to your lips to hush you. âi'm sorry.. youâll be okay.â he starts to slowly pull out and sink into you. âdidnât you want this, baby?â his tone had changed so quickly, making you realize that you had never imagined your once cool and collected intern to have such dirty and manipulative words roll off his tongue like it was normal small talk. he begins to move you up and down manually as you clench around him. âfuck, youâre so tight.â he plants a kiss on your cheek for comfort, feeling the way your walls were still tense around him. âjust relax, youâre safe with me.â
kai, letting his curiosity get the best of him, brings one of his hands to your stomach, feeling the bulge heâs created inside of you and pressing down on it. you mewl from the new sensation.
itâs so overwhelming. you can feel his cock pulse against your walls.. and itâs a new feeling but fuck it hurts so good. âwhat happened to my greedy girl.. hm? i thought you needed me? and now that you have me, itâs too much? was this not what you expected? or is this not enough?â
ân-no! no. i can take it..â you explain hurriedly. âi want this! i want your cock.. so bad.. itâsâitâs just that i need to warm up! nghâah.. thatâs all!â you try to prove yourself to him by riding up and down on him but he splits you open so much that you begin to tear up. he tries to hide how much itâs turning him on but he just canât hold back his cute noises. âmy sweet girl,â he begins, âyou can take your time if youâd like.â
pfft. first he rushes to fill you up with his dick and now heâs talking about taking your time?
the pain eventually subsides, turning into pleasure and you decide to move more quickly. wanting to feel more intimate with him, you wrap your hands around kaiâs head and breathe into the crook of his neck. âhyuka! i mean kai! huening! fuck!â you try to muffle, your whimpers of his name catching his attention so he grabs your chin to make eye contact with him.
you stare at him as you feel him hit that sweet spot in your core. âwhatâd you call me?â he asks sweetly, still encouraging you to keep the pace that you were riding him at. he didnât mind that you called him hyuka. it just wasnât like you. you only ever called him his formal name.
ângh, hyuka?â you reply with a confused expression on your face, too enamored by the way his tip was knocking on your cervix over and over again, not truly understanding the severity or significance of your own actions. the nickname didnât mean much to you. but it meant so much to him. he loved it.
âmmm~ keep calling me that, baby, you sound so cute,â he coos. his thrusts from below you become more sloppy as he chases his own high. he brings down his hand to rub at your clit, making you twitch at his touch.
âahh.. oh fuck!â you cry. the stimulation from his fingertips was everything you could ever ask for. his length ramming into you was just the cherry on top. âhyuka, we shouldâve, ahâdone this sooner!â you say with a genuinely giddy expression on your face.
you could see his stupid smirk begin to form once again. âitâs better late than never, no?â he says, fucking hard into your now dripping pussy. you had almost forgotten you were in an elevator until you heard a small creak come from the floor below you.
âshit, baby, youâre doing so well for me..â he groans. he was getting dangerously close to his own climax. âyou look so perfect falling apart on my cock.. fuck, you donât know how long iâve wanted this.â
youâre overwhelmed now, every swipe to your clit making your legs tremble. youâre barely able to keep rhythm, breathing out âitâs too much! please, please let me cum!â kai listens to your pleas, fucking into you, telling you to âlet go, iâve got you.â
your peak finally crashes down onto you and you feel nothing but pure bliss. you cling onto hueningkai, hoping he would just spill his cum inside you right then and there. he reaches his orgasm only a few moments later, pounding his seed deep into you, making sure that you donât spill even a single drop.. you donât even realize youâre drooling on his shoulder at this point.
once you collapse over him, he kisses your temple and brushes your hair back. suddenly, though, another loud clank came from above, and a voice shouts:
âhey! you two okay in there?!â
your heart sank at that very moment. you both look at each other and freeze.
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The clacking of keys echoed in your cramped study room the three of you rented at campus library- whoever Jungwon possibly fought for this room is none of your business you joke to yourself- one finger prods at your temple and the other is fixated between your lips while you chewed on your nails in frustration.
Haewon groans, âYouâve been on that application form ever since we got here! How hard is it to tell a couple of white lies and say youâve worked at hooters or something ?!!â
âVery difficult considering the moment she shows up to work in her usual fitâŠtheyâll know she lied straight through her teeth in no time.â
Jungwonâs remark mustâve rubbed you in the wrong way, or it mustâve been the aggravating laughter and squeals coming from the pair but nonetheless your laptop shuts with a slam as you lean back in to your chair, visible frustration emerging from your face.
âI submitted it.â You sigh.
âIf you get hired you treat us to kbbqâ Jungwon appeals, thereâs no need to look at him, you can see the smug grin plastered on his face already.
Frankly, you donât even bother to look up at any of their faces- knowing fully well theyâre too concentrated on their own loads of course work due in two days. But you enjoyed being in their presence, it took your mind off things and time passed by faster whenever you were all around, so you might as well ignore the job application and get on with your photography collection that still needs polishing
âNude model connoisseurs back in businessâ
âFor the nth time Haewon I donât take nude photos for my photography class..â
Hours of editing and surviving off a whack smoothie (probably churned up from the canister of outdated strawberies) pass and by the time youâre packing up your desks and saying your byes to Haewon and Jungwon your phone lights up briefly to display a small message from an unknown number,
opening the message youâre taken aback so suddenly as your eyes skim over the short message over and over again,
âweâll offer you an interview at 10:15 am this Friday? :) Thanks for the application. Itâs solidâ
Itâs a turn around the corner on the street before youâre faced with green doors; it was far too early to even be in the right mind for an interview and the whole âbusiness casualâ thing wasnât bridging between you and a 7/11, especially when 90% of the time youâll be wearing light sweats and a uniform rather than a pencil skirt and button-ups.
And itâs not like the worst experience youâll ever face is being rejected from 7/11, in fact if you had to list the three worst experiences in order it would mainly be a nip in the bud about the time you handed in a video of you and Haewon mocking you professor in your shared class together as an assignment on accident. So surely an interview wonât be so bad ?
Upon arrival you scan your eyes around the store before landing on a pair of sharp eyes, alluring..seriously.
He flashes a polite smile and gestures you to come closer to the till before introducing himself as the manager, Yeonjun. You canât tell if he notices the way your brows furrowed because out of all the things you were expecting today- the manager looking like he goes to Uni himself wasnât .
âIâve had a quick look over the application and itâs pretty standard, Iâm glad. Actually before I get in to anymore details.. you donât have a criminal record do you?â He asks the accusing question so nonchalantly which only makes you quirk your brow even more; youâre sure he understands though, itâs not really what youâd usually start a job interview with.
âI shouldnât do, no.â You chuckle hesitantly a little, uncertain of what he was trying to indicate, tying to lift up the overbearing tension.
â Okay perfect !! Youâre hired, Iâll message you a couple details la-â
â What ?!!!!!â Hands fly up to cover your mouth immediately in shock and it seriously makes you want to sink in to the ground, âyou only want to know if I have a criminal record? Are you sure thatâs it?â The older man licks his drying lips before opening his mouth to speak in a barely audible tone. â Well about that⊠almost all of the applicants had some sort of felony attached to them. So itâs nice to see someone apply who wonât hold me at gun point for not giving free slushies during lunch breaks !!â




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love scam!



in which your scammer turns out to be your ex boyfriend from highschool
pairing: scammer!beomgyu x reader
genre: text au, crack, fluff
warnings: swearing, some suggestive jokes, a kys joke
note: i was lowkey sleep deprived when i made this like a long long time ago. enjoyyđ„
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SENDING YOU THEIR OUTFITS
ot5 bf! texts



reblogs are appreciated (â§ââŠ)!!
a/n âćœĄ: thank u guys for the support on my last 2 posts! although its just 15 notes, i still appreciate that you guys took the time to read these corny little texts. i added some fluff into this one!! i hope you guys like this one! enjoy reading :)
warning(s): suggestive, cursing
SOOBIN !


YEONJUN !


TAEHYUN !


BEOMGYU !



KAI !



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Nerdy Virgin Kai Smut Drabble



SMUT DRABBLE | 18+ | MDNI
->Starring: Virgin!KaixAfab!Reader
->Genre: Smut drabble
->Cw: cum in pants... twice, lots of making out, I'm feral for Kai...
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Nerdy!VirginKai who already came in his pants after making out for 20 minutes
Nerdy!VirginKai who lets out little whimpers at the sight of your bra-clad chest
Nerdy!Virgin!Kai who triple-checks his breath before kissing you, because he read online that "minty freshness increases makeout satisfaction by 32%."
Nerdy!Virgin!Kai who gasps every time your fingers tangle in his hair, his hips stuttering forward like he doesnât even mean to.
Nerdy!Virgin!Kai who apologizes mid-makeout for âgetting too handsyâ when he accidentally brushes under your shirt, even though you were the one guiding his hand there.
Nerdy!Virgin!Kai who breathes out a shaky, âOh my god,â the first time you straddle his lap, frozen with wide eyes as his brain completely short-circuits.
Nerdy!Virgin!Kai who instinctively hides his face in the crook of your neck when you start unbuttoning your shirt, then peeks anyway because he really wants to see, even if it makes him blush like crazy.
Nerdy!Virgin!Kai who murmurs âwait, wait, waitââ only to immediately follow it with, âokay, yeah, please,â in the tiniest voice, his hands gripping the sheets because he's desperate and terrified in equal measure.
Nerdy!Virgin!Kai who practices dirty talk alone in his room but goes completely silent when youâre actually on top of him, except for the softest, most desperate âpleaseâ when you grind down on him.
Nerdy!Virgin!Kai who whimpers, âI c-canât⊠itâs too much,â even though he wants it to be too much, he wants to be overwhelmed by you.
Nerdy!Virgin!Kai who grabs your wrist the second you go to touch him, eyes blown wide with panic, not because he doesnât want it, but because he does⊠and heâs terrified of how fast itâll be over.
Nerdy!Virgin!Kai who moans way too loudly the first time your hand slides past the waistband of his boxers, then covers his mouth with both hands, mortified and nearly trembling.
Nerdy!Virgin!Kai who thanks you after everything, like it's the most sacred gift he's ever received.
Nerdy!Virgin!Kai who cums in his pants 30 seconds into dry humping, thighs trembling beneath you, head thrown back, lip bitten hard enough to turn white.
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the thought of overstimulated hyuka who's soooo pussy drunk that he can't stop fucking himself into u >< even when u guys have been at it for hours and his cock is slick with cum from the both of u, red and sensitive and twitching, he just can't stop himself!!
he'd have u on your stomach, his hands holding onto your plump ass that's red and raw from how rough he was being with u earlier,, he's going slow now, pulling his cock allll the way out of your throbbing pussy before slowly pushing it allll the way back in
"you feel s'good, so so good.. baby i can't stop.." he's whimpering over you and at the hushed moans you're letting out,, not only can he not get enough of the feeling of your tight cunt sucking him in, but he loves hearing the pretty sounds you make every time he pushes his load deeper into u <3
"baby i'm gonna cum again- i'm gonna fucking cum again-" he sounds like he's on the verge of tears, letting out the most raw and lewd sounds as he starts messily thrusting into your pussy again
when he finally releases he's a shaking mess, his moans choked out and tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as he's milked of each and every last drop of creamy cum he can muster while crying out your name <3
sometimes that's when he'll call it quits. he'll lay with you and place gentle kisses on your face, holding you against his chest as the two of you spend a little while recovering from the mess he made <3
but other times, no matter how hard his poor cock is throbbing, when he really can't get enough of u, he'll start moving again, his head lowering towards you so his lips are gently brushing against your ear
"y-you can take one more, can't you, baby? just one.. m-more.."
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WHEREIN: y/n falls asleep in kaiâs lap and he spends the evening stroking their hair like a sleepy little cat while having a quiet conversation with taehyun.
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đ pairing: huening kai x f!reader
đ genre: fluff, slice of life, comfort
đ warnings: soft touches, casual affection, hair petting, domestic vibes, kai being so gentle, taehyun being observant and warm
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the evening is quiet in that slow, golden kind of wayâlamplight flickering low in the corner, the hum of the city outside muffled by the window, and the couch cushions sinking under the weight of too many limbs and not enough space.
y/n is curled up in kaiâs lap like they were always meant to be there, tucked against him with their cheek resting right above his knee, breath slow and steady, completely gone to the world. their lashes flutter every so often, and their fingers twitch like theyâre dreaming about something gentle.
kai doesnât move much, just shifts a little so theyâre more comfortable, one hand coming up to thread through their hair with the softest touch imaginable. he runs his fingers through the strands like heâs petting a kittenâslow, affectionate, rhythmicâand his gaze stays fixed on them, fond in that way that makes his heart ache a little. like he canât believe how soft the moment is, or how lucky he is that they trust him enough to fall asleep right there, safe and small in his lap.
taehyun sits on the other end of the couch, legs stretched out, flipping through something on his phone, but glances up when he notices how still kaiâs gone.
âthey out?â he asks, keeping his voice quiet.
kai nods, lips pulling into the tiniest smile. âmm. totally knocked out.â
taehyun watches for a second, and his brow softens. âyouâve been petting them like a cat for twenty minutes.â
âi know,â kai says, and doesnât stop. his hand moves through their hair again, slow and sweet. âit helps them sleep.â
taehyun raises an eyebrow. âdoes it help you too?â
kai huffs a tiny laugh, brushing his thumb gently over y/nâs temple, then back down to the nape of their neck, over and over again like a loop he never wants to stop. âyeah. i think it does.â
the room falls quiet again for a moment, the kind of silence that feels full instead of empty. thereâs a warmth to it, the kind that settles in your chest and spreads quietly outward. y/n breathes out a soft sigh in their sleep and curls a little closer, their hand loosely fisted in the fabric of kaiâs hoodie. he freezes for a secondâlike the tiniest shift might wake themâand then melts even further into the cushions, careful not to disturb them.
âyouâre so soft with them,â taehyun says eventually, not teasing, just observing.
kai glances at him. âyeah. well. theyâre easy to be soft with.â
taehyun hums, a little smile tugging at his mouth. âtheyâre lucky.â
kaiâs hand stills for a second in y/nâs hair, his gaze flicking down to their sleeping face, peaceful and safe in his lap. then he strokes again, brushing a strand behind their ear.
âi think iâm the lucky one,â he says quietly.
and thereâs something about the way he says it that makes taehyun smile without meaning toâlike heâs witnessing something too tender to name. he doesnât reply, just goes back to scrolling on his phone, letting the moment breathe.
kai stays like that the whole time. fingers in y/nâs hair, soft and slow, the kind of touch that says youâre okay. iâve got you. youâre loved. even when no oneâs saying anything at all.
and y/n sleeps through it all, tucked safely in kaiâs lap, as if they knew they were home the second they laid down.
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policy of truth and lies | â




pairing: huening kai x reader
genre: highschool!au (kinda), band!txt, brother's best friend!kai, fluff, a bit suggestive
summary: a little white lie never hurts sometimes. to what lengths are you willing to go to protect it?
warnings: mentions of throwing up
word count: 3.3k
a/n: this all started just from my silly little desire to write a fic with the brother's best friend trope absdjhabj but honestly, this is one of the fics that i am most proud of, it has a special place in my heart :(<3 shout out to all my dear ningdungies!!!!đŒđŒđ i love you all a lot!!!!<33 (and i hope you manage to survive this!!!)
â = repost from my old blog!!

âcarefully planned-out coincidencesâ - thatâs what your encounters with kai were; something that would appear unsuspicious to the naked eye, yet so obvious to a love connoisseur.
a fixed set of rules had been established in order for such meetings to be successfully completed, and continued.
1. no texting each other when youâre next to others. people love to snoop and steal a glance at your phone screen, getting you easily busted.
2. no form of physical touch is allowed on school grounds, unless youâre well-hidden. you never know what pair of eyes could be lurking around.
and, the most important one of them all: 3. do not, under no circumstances, get caught by soobin.
your brother tended to be more of a quieter person with an almost inhumane kind of calmness in him. that, however, did not apply when it came to unveiling lies. had he found out you had been kissing his best friend behind his back, it would have certainly not turned pretty. you knew that the longer you kept it away from him, the harder it would be to reveal the truth. even so, you kept postponing it, as you couldnât figure out the right way to do it. you couldnât just randomly go up to him and say: âremember that halloween party we held last year? yeah, me and kai kissed while you were in pain, next to the toilet bowl, releasing the obscene amount of sweets you had eaten that nightâ.
it was not the most romantic scenario, obviously, but it was one of the very few moments when soobin and kai werenât glued at the hip, and neither of you could take the tension anymore. taking your brotherâs pitiful cries out of the image, the kiss was actually quite sweet. and no, it wasnât because of the jelly beans kai had eaten prior to that- maybe only party. the actual reason was kaiâs hand on your waist, accompanied by the breathy âcan iâŠ?â that he whispered against your cheek.
as cheesy as it may sound, itâs a night that you will never forget.
-for various reasons.
one of them being the fact that it was pretty much the the starting point of a certain âshiftâ in your relationship with kai. from that day onward, it seemed like both of you tried to find as many opportunities as possible to be in each otherâs presence. oh- kai came over and wanted a glass of water from downstairs? whew- well, you were thirsty too, looks like you had to go to the kitchen with him. kai was left on dish-washing duty after parties? you could spare a few minutes to help him out. movie night with the boys? the only free spot was so conveniently the one next to kai.
it was thrilling, adrenaline-inducing. you could never be too sure whether you were subtle enough, or completely alone, so you had to walk on eggshells every single time, no matter what. it got exhausting though, and you wished that, at least for once, kai could come over to your house to see you, not soobin.
kai, on the other hand, was definitely more of a risk taker than you, one that saw no harm in breaking some of the rules every once in a while.
and there are no risks, without possible consequences.
it was something that kai had learnedâŠthe hard wayâŠon the lovely day of february 14th.
soobin had invited kai to spend the day together, playing games and trying out all the mystery flavors of a heart-shaped chocolate box. initially, they werenât supposed to be the ones indulging in the sweet treat, but soobin had chickened out before giving it to his crush at school that day. sulking uncontrollably, he called his best friend so that they could console themselves from the soul-crushing fact that they were both (to soobinâs knowledge) âsingleâ.
while he felt bad for his downcast pal, kai also couldnât take his mind off you. love was in the air, after all: the rom-com that played on his tv as he was getting ready to come to your house, the lovey-dovey songs playing on the radio, the couples getting affectionate on the streets- they only added further to the burning desire that he felt today, more than ever, to see you. and perhapsâŠnot only see you.
depending on the situation, those coincidences would often consist of: hand-holding underneath blankets or tables, winks sent to redden the other oneâs cheeks and, if you were lucky, an exchange of swift, tiny pecks.
none of the outcomes above satisfied him though. the more he thought about crossing paths with you, the more he wished to caress your face, to hold you in his arms- to have an intimate moment with you that involved something more than a âkiss and runâ type of situation.
âhey- the race started, why are you not moving?â soobin exclaimed, his mario kart character moving way farther than kaiâs across the screen.
snapping out of it, kai shook his head, placing the controller down onto the coffee table before excusing himself âi have to go to the bathroom-â he said as he placed one hand on his stomach, mustering up all his theatre acting skills to put on a pained expression on his face âi think those sweets arenât sitting right with meâ
as soon as he finished that statement, kai basically flew up the stairs, skipping 2-3 steps at once. he made sure to flip the light switch to the bathroom before striding towards your room, to make it seem like he was there.
kai made his entrance with a finger over his lips and a catlike smile.
âwhat are you doing? you canât be in here-â you whisper-shouted. kai had never- ever been in your room up until that point. it was too dangerous.
however, you still gave in, not pushing him back through the door he came in from.
he walked closer, coming to cup your face in his hands âi wanted to see youâ
âis that so?â you asked coyly.
kai smiled more, sensing the bit of happiness sneaking into your voice beside your attempts to appear mad at him.
âit is soâ he answered, waver in his voice from excitement.
âif you donât believe me, then i guess i could go back to soob-â
âno-â you tugged kaiâs arm, laughing âstay, i was kiddingâ
kai turned on his heel, lips falling into place perfectly on top of yours, transferring his smile to you in an instant âyou know i didnât intend on actually doing itâ he whispered, caressing your cheek.
âi knowâ you chuckled âbut you have to make it up to me for the teasingâ
you pulled at the collar of kaiâs shirt, waiting for him with closed eyes to initiate another kiss. kai chuckled before connecting your lips back together, starting off with agonizingly quick pecks, then attempting to initiate something more through longer, fervent kisses that trailed down to your neck, all while he slowly made you walk backwards to your bed. it wasnât long before you hit the mattress and the two of you ended up tangled in your sheets, with one hand tugging at kaiâs hair and the other one at his shirt as he hovered over you. soft gasps escaped through your mouth- the only acceptable way to lightly catch your breath, as it didnât involve letting go of each other.
a knock on the door, however, sent kai flying through the air.
ây/n? can i come in?â soobin asked, completely oblivious to the events happening on the other side of the piece of wood that his knuckles had grazed a second ago.
the strong fear that heâd come barging in before you answered, turned you to push the poor lover boy away earlier, catapulting him onto the floor, the fluffy rug hardly alleviating his pain.
âwhat was that sound- are you hurt?â you heard a worried shout. it was a clear sign that you had no more than five seconds to prepare for disaster.
âiâm coming in, okay?â
seeing the doorknob twist, kai had no time to process his anguish. he wriggled his way underneath your bed, pulling down the blanket to hide his body.
âeverything alrightâŠ?â soobin took two steps into your room then froze. the sight of your disheveled bed as well as your poor, motionless figure, scrambled up his feelings of concern with confusion.
âyeah- never been betterâ you replied, brushing out any folds on your clothes with your hand.
soobinâs eyebrow raised in suspicion; it was hard to make your breathing seem normal when your lungs burned like an athlete who had ran a marathon.
âi swear i heard a loud noise coming from your room-â
ânope, uh- nothing here. i was sleeping before you came inâ you yawned, stretching your arms up in the air to reinforce your previous statement.
kai placed a hand over his mouth, careful so as not to move the blanket or make any sounds- why did you have to say something that would direct soobinâs attention right in his direction? your brother sneaked another glance at your bed, judging its unusually messy state.
âare you building a bird nest or something?â he huffed, placing his hand on the doorknob, about to leave âdonât answer that actually- i donât want to know. i just wanted to tell you that the pizza is gonna arrive in about thirty minutes. if you donât come down on time, i canât promise that thereâll be any left for youâ
with that, the door was shut, allowing your body to slide down to the floor in relief- and the breath trapped in kaiâs lungs to be released.
it was only after this incident that kaiâs venturesome nature seemed to be slightly tamed. not once did he try to sneak into your room again, nor did he dare to bring up the matter. the one and only thing that he could do, was to look up at you with troubled, wary eyes as he pecked your lips, knowing that it didnât stand in his power to do more.
nevertheless, it wasnât long before he proceeded to go back to his usual antics, the feeling inside his heart all too unbearable.
after all, not everyone can resist temptation, can they?
people knew that it wasnât an unusual occurrence for you to be spotted in and outside the school with the most in demand band of the city, txt- your schoolâs pride and joy, which both your brother and his best friend were part of. so, whenever you tagged along with them, say it were to a local show, backstage, or during rehearsals, no one questioned a thing.
what was uncommon though, was you receiving private messages from the bandâs notably fine pianist, kai, and giggling while responding to him, on top of it all.
this scene was witnessed by a certain someone who you thought had fallen fast asleep in the middle of class. little did you know how effective the bell ringing was to wake him up and how he had the most perfect view to the conversation taking place on your phone screen.
kai
[9:17 am] can you stay after the rehearsal today?^3^
[9:18 am] i miss youâŠ
the witness slowly placed their head back on their desk, choosing to stay silent. this kind of matter required evidence, direct confirmation, and therefore they chose to follow you around for the rest of the day, like a shadow, thoroughly analyzing your words and actions; the texts were your first strike of the day, could there have been anything else you were keeping in the dark? the answer is yes, and you can take that literally- it turns out that the lonely, far corner of the school library makes a good spot for âdiscreetâ pda.
you and kai were tucked away in that poorly lit spot, hugging, laughing- blissfully unaware of the third pair of eyes there with you, glossed with anger and action-driven by betrayal.
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âand thatâs a wrap- good job guysâ yeonjun clapped his hands, turning from the microphone stand to face the group with a smile.
âkai, cleaning duty is on you today. make sure you donât forget to lock up the doors before you leaveâ yeonjun threw the keys in kaiâs direction, which he caught effortlessly.
âwhat? you always ditch on me when we get paired up together- what could have possibly gotten in the way this time?â kaiâs brows furrowed in annoyance. he wasnât one to enjoy picking a fight, but yeonjun was taking too much advantage of his compassionate nature. he had enough of all the chores landing on him every week, without fail.
âscored a date with that girl from the mallâ yeonjun winked âwhich, by the way- starts in less than half an hour. so, i gotta go, sorry buddy. maybe you can get somebody else to help youâ
everybody elseâs eyes turned to the floor after yeonjun parted ways with them, blurting out random reasons to be excused: âi have a project to finishâ âi did it last timeâ âi just donât want to do itâ ; nobody was enthusiastic about staying at school overtime.
nobody, except for you. you were about to say an excuse of your own when the realisation hit you: you and kai? alone? with none of the boys around? it was a rare occurrence, one even rarer than the blue moon. you couldnât simply pass by it.
âi can help youâ
soobin watched you from the corner of his eye, biting his tongue to prevent any words from slipping out. you had stayed behind to help the members out before, it would be weird if he only started commenting on the matter when it was kai you were going to stay with.
âweâll leave you to it thenâ beomgyu swung his arms around soobinâs and taehyunâs shoulders, leading them towards the door before you could change your mind.
âyeonjun always does thisâ kai huffed, picking up the acoustic guitar from the floor âi love him but- for once, i wish heâd keep his word- or at least not cancel on me last minuteâ the more his spoke, the more reckless his movements became.
âcareful with that- no matter how cheerful beomgyu might be most of the time, i donât think heâd be too happy to see his guitar destroyed by youâ
âsorryâ he said bashfully, resting his body against the wall with a sigh âi guess iâm just fed up with everythingâ
as you placed a hand over kaiâs cheek, his eyelids fluttered shut, comfort already washing over him.
âwould a kiss make you feel betterâŠ?â
kai nodded eagerly âi might need more than just one kiss thoughâ he whispered, bringing his hand to the back of your neck to pull you back closer.
his kisses were playful at first, with smiles and chuckles interrupting every once in a while. then, when he switched positions, bringing you to be the one trapped against the wall, he began alternating between pecking your lips and lightly biting them, chaste touches soon turning into something moreâŠheated. hands brushing over each otherâs bodies in a frenzy, swollen red lips caught in an endless, desperate chase, like you had never had a taste of something sweeter.
what had gotten into you both? doing something this risky in such an âhonourableâ place. it was the lousy heap of all your lies and yet the most enthralling point of them all.
too bad that adrenaline rushes donât last forever though.
you felt kaiâs heart thump against your chest as you cupped his jawline to bring him back for more, but your next kiss never came to fruition.
âam i interrupting something?â the person standing at the doorâs threshold cleared their throat to grab your attention.
you felt your blood turn cold upon hearing the sound. having a hunch about the sight ready to greet you, you turned your head at an awfully slow pace.
âcare to give me an explanation?â soobin stood with his arms crossed, the expression on his face indecipherable.
in a single day, all of the rules you swore youâd follow like a saint, for the sake of your relationship, had been broken.
kai was dismissed from the room by soobin without being given a chance to speak. it was your words he wanted to hear first and foremost, it was you who left him the most perplexed ever since he took a furtive look at your phone screen this morning, or since he saw what you were up to in the library.
you were silent, rubbing your hands with your head hanging low. lies canât last forever, you knew that, but you wished the right to make that dreadful reveal was in your hands to hold.
your brother cleared his throat, awkwardly shifting his position in the plastic chair he sat down on. when he abandoned the boys earlier because he âforgot somethingâ in the practice room, he didnât have a concrete plan in mind.
âhow long?â
âwhat?â you murmured.
soobin repeated himself âfor how long has this been going on? thisâŠthing between you and kai?â
your throat went dry- your first instinct was to spit out another lie. upon better thought though, you realised it was have been ridiculous to even try and deny anything, given the fact that you were caught mid-act. the only actual option left for you was the raw, honest truth:
ââŠa yearâ you said reluctantly. soobin only nodded his head.
the silence soon felt direful, and neither of you could tolerate it. soobin turned his head up to look into your eyes, he got the answers he was looking for, now it was his turn to be sincere with you.
ây/n, iâm not the one who chooses who youâre gonna love- and as much as it bothers me that, out of all the people, itâs my best friend who you fell for- i canât tell you to stop seeing kaiâ
his words turned your mind in even more of jumble than before. that was it? no screaming? no need to pull out the classic âbut i love himâ? it was a rare occurrence for the two of you to settle things so easily, it felt like you were suddenly picked up and placed in an alternate universe.
âso, what iâm getting isâŠyouâre approving of our relationship?â you asked, feeling the need to have a definite confirmation of his feelings; none of the scenarios you had imagined before where you revealed your relationship matched the result of this one.
soobin hummed âas long as you donât hoard him on the weekends- he might be your boyfriend now, but he was my friend first. iâll have him on saturdays and you can have him on sundays, deal?â
you smiled, shaking his stretched out hand âdealâ
âshouldnât kai have a say in this too though?â
âsomething tells me heâs already agreed to itâ soobin laughed, pointing at a âtotally-not-eavesdropping-kaiâ, the half-open door revealing his pink cheeks along with both of his thumbs up.

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