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I’ll give it to you, wonder you; [qian kun]

w/c: 591

a/n: back to basics here boys. just some good old fashioned soft dom kun for the soul

tags: praise, cockwarming, mild scolding, ‘good girl’

More than anything, Kun just wants to make you feel good. He knows exactly how to do it. It starts with a shoulder massage, you sitting in his lap. Obviously, you have to take your shirt off - for better access, of course. This turns into shameless groping, playful twists of your nipples and kisses down your spine. Making you feel truly desired.

He’s pressed so tightly against you that you can feel his erection growing every time you hum with contentment, twitch under his fingers. Soon, he can’t take it anymore, and you’re on your back with him rolling a condom down his length.

“Just lay there and take me, okay?”

Kun holds your hips and guides you along his cock with honey sweet words. You feel your body loosen up, your thoughts melt away, like you only exist to feel good and to make him feel good. It’s your favourite feeling in the world and he knows it; well, he could tell. He can hear it in your moans, in how wet you are.

As he takes his time with you, all you want is to feel him deeper. You buck your hips up to meet his, which he responds to by gripping your hips harder, pinning you down.

“I told you, just lay there and take me.” He punishes you by keeping still. His cock is so hard that he can feel you tighten around him when he scolds you, and he chuckles lightly. It’s a light scold, but the authority in his tone makes your head spin. “You can do it, angel, be good for me.”

It’s a talent, the way his scolding turns so naturally into encouragement. Despite your whimpers, you nod and settle back into the bed, but he keeps perfectly still, holding you in place on his cock.

“Nodding isn’t good enough, sweetheart, I need you to tell me.”

“Kun…” You whine, hoping he’ll give in, pleased when he doesn’t. “I’ll be so good…”

“Promise?”

“Promise, Kun, please…”

He chuckles. “Needy, needy little thing. Please, what?”

“Please fuck me, please-”

You’re cut off by a sharp thrust of his hips, pressing deep inside you, making you see stars. “See?” He almost grunts, deep thrusts steadily picking up speed, almost sending you over the edge. “You get what you want when you’re good.”

“Fuck-” is all you can muster, allowing pleasure to wash over you completely. All thoughts but fuck me fuck me fuck me melt out of your brain, everything but the friction of his cock against your tightening walls, the gentle pressure of his hands pinning you to the bed.

“Oh, baby, you’re doing so good, taking me so well.” He hum and moves his hand from your hip, spitting on his fingers before rubbing your clit in tight circles as he fucks you. “Such a good girl. Can you cum for me?”

Truthfully, you’ve been on the edge for a while. The added stimulation gets you there even faster. “I can cum for you,” you whimper, “I wanna cum for you, please-“

The words were hard to get out, but you couldn’t risk him stopping now. “Good girl, using your words.” He coos. “Do it again, say my name.”

“A-ah! I’m cumming, Kun, fuck-” You cry out, submitting to the wave of pleasure assaulting your senses. He groans, hearing you say his name as you cum on his cock is enough to make him cum too, shuddering and twitching inside you.

You wonder how you got so lucky. He wonders the same thing.

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WayV 威神V 'FREQUENCY (Korean Ver.)' MV

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Helloooooo~ I’ve been having this brainrot that I think you’d be interested in, especially because the way you write the WayV boys is so perfect 👀 just the image of Kun’s arms being covered in lipstick kisses makes my head SPINNNN and I was wondering if you could write a little drabble about Kun and lipstick and just leaving marks everywhere. You could take this in a soft direction or hard direction, wherever your mind takes you. Thank you!!! 💕

bet you like it, you love it; [qian kun]

w/c: 1.2k

a/n: everyone clap and cheer because tumblr user imagesbywayv has figured out sub-leaning kun. this request was like a key that unlocked the answer to this ask that’s been tormenting me (/pos) for weeks

also you read me absolutely correct this interests me so much. too much? like I know you said drabble but if you invoke kun’s arms this is what you get!

tags: established relationship, soft, alcohol, im playing around with power dynamics here in a way that is so fun, hickeys, unprotected pinv

You’re both three glasses in when he tells you the lipstick stain on your wine glass is driving him wild. For a second you think he’s talking about the mess. When you stand up to get a cloth from the kitchen, he grabs the hem of your dress with an urgency that seems to surprise even him.

He is not talking about the mess.

“Please,” he looks up at you, an unfamiliar desperation in his dark eyes, in his hushed tone. The grip on your dress turns into a tug and you fall into his lap, breathless from the wine and the thrill and the way he’s looking at you. It’s an unfamiliar desperation, yes, but it’s unimaginably hot.

“Please what?” You glide a finger down his tie, brushing your lips below his ear. He shivers at your cool breath on his neck, flushed from the wine. The power you hold over him isn’t usually like this - he’s usually where you are now, teasing and toying and making demands. You see why he likes it so much.

With the same desperate look in his eye, Kun reaches for the wine glass in your other hand. You hand it to him, curious. He runs a thumb over the lipstick mark and smudges it over his cheekbone, looks back at you with hungry eyes.

“You want me to cover you in pretty lipstick marks, Kunnie?” Emboldened by his unusual appetite for submission, you wrap your fingers around his tie and yank him forward, pressing your forehead against his. “We can even take pictures…”

“How did I get so lucky..?” He mutters as he leans in, pressing his lips to yours with a gentleness that lasts all of three seconds. Before you know it, your tongue is in his mouth, his hands are in your hair, and he’s matching your sighs with groans that signal his own arousal. Breathlessly, achingly, you tear yourself away from his lips.

“Gotta tell me, baby,“ you giggle, excited to try out his favourite phrase. “Gotta use your words…”

Kun’s eyebrows raise, colouring his desire with the perfect hint of playfulness. “Please,” his voice steady and unflinching, “please, I want to be- need to be covered in you.”

Fuck. The things you’ve asked, begged this man to do to you, and yet your head spins at the sound of a simple request. A sound that unlocks something equally desperate in you. He pulls his tie off and unbuttons his shirt as you press kisses down his jaw, leaving a trail of deep red marks landing at his already gorgeously-smudged lips. As much as it pains you to do so, you pull away and stand up with a sigh.

“Be right back.”

You emerge from the bathroom seconds later, lipstick in hand. His eyes crease with a familiar, fond smile as you reapply the colour and step towards him. Face ruined by lipstick marks, shirt helpfully discarded in a heap next to him, he’s just about the most arousing sight you’ve ever laid eyes on.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” You groan as he reaches out for you, toned arms highlighted by candlelight. Straddling his lap, you wonder why you haven’t done this before.

“Hush.” Kun sighs. “That’s you.”

Despite his protest, he drops the subject as you press slow, deliberate kisses across his neck. Your fingers wrapped around his bicep tell him exactly where you’re heading next, so he raises his arm to give you better access. He knows this is the best gift he could have given you, that you’re a little obsessed with his arms. How could you not be?

You leave a trail of kisses down his bicep, each a pretty little reminder that he’s all yours. That you’re spending the night drinking with a gorgeous man that trusts you enough to let you have a little control, to let you cover him in pretty marks and take as many pictures as you want. And you will be taking pictures.

By the time you’re done marking his other arm, you can feel beneath you that he’s unbearably aroused, pressed against the growing ache between your legs. He breaths a sigh of relief when you hitch your dress up and grind into him, closing your eyes and burying your face into his neck.

You feel his lips brush against your neck, muttering, “I think it’s my turn, hm?” A sharp moan of pleasure interrupts whatever question you had as he starts to mark you, a path of dark hickeys wherever his lips can reach.

“Off.” He pauses to tug at your dress, which you slip over your head along with your bra. His lips continue their path down your chest where he changes his approach, running his tongue in circles over your sensitive nipple. A hand reaches up to caress the other, pinching it between his fingers.

You’re not sure if it’s the wine or the technique or the fact that he’s covered in your kisses, but every touch feels incredible. A few minutes of teasing are all you can take before the aching between your legs becomes unbearable.

“I can feel how wet you are, angel.” Kun teases, telling you that this is enough foreplay for him, too. “Let me take care of that.”

Eyes wide with desire, you climb out of his lap to slip your panties off, so he can take his pants off, his boxers. With the both of you naked, he motions for you to sit back in his lap and positions his tip at your entrance, waiting for your nod of confirmation before easing into you. Your eyes glass over as he fills you up, satisfying that deep ache with every inch.

“Fuck, Kun.”

“I know, baby. You take me so well.”

You bury your face into his neck as his hands at your waist guide you gently up and down on his cock. When he’s relaxed like this he expresses every pleasurable sensation with low, full groans that drive you crazy, his lips pressing beneath your ear, sending little vibrations through your core. The ache builds with every sound he makes, every stroke of his cock, hitting the perfect spot slow and steady, until slow and steady isn’t enough anymore.

“Faster, Kun, harder,” you start to whine, “make me cum, need to cum- ah!”

Your babbling is interrupted by the answer to your pleas. Kun thrusts up as he bounces you on his cock, your head lolls back as you adjust to the sensation, vision bleary with blissfully overwhelming pleasure. Letting his thrusts guide you, he moves a hand to caress your cheek, bringing you to face him.

“So gorgeous.” He groans, pressing heated kisses wherever he can reach - your cheeks, your neck, collarbones, lips. “So tight, baby, you wanna cum for me?”

“Mhm-” is all you’re able to let out, entirely focussed on the sweet friction of his cock against your walls. “I wanna, I’m gonna-”

“Cum for me, angel.” He finishes your thought as your orgasm blinds you, clenching around his cock, twitching inside you. Still lost in the wave of ecstasy, you feel his cum flood your throbbing pussy, feel his shaky gasps against your neck. You stay like this for a while as you both come down, until he wraps his arms around you and helps you out of his lap.

“Before we shower…” you mutter, one last thought in your hazy mind. “Pictures?”

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WayV 威神V 'Go Higher' MV

WAYV JAPAN DEBUT TODAY #WayVと共にGoHigher #WayV_TheHighest

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『Lab Rats』¹⁴

After the kidnapping you thought your life would never be what it was, but of all places, you met him at your lowest. Now, after many years, Kun remained the only happy place you could run off to. How to overcome PTSD was solely in his hands, but what to do when was also the one reminding you of that nightmare?

This is a story of a journey to recovery and an eventual happy ending…

𖣠 Model!AU x Tourist!AU 𖣠 Pairing: Kun x Female Reader x ft. EXO’s Suho 𖣠 Genre: Angst/Smut/PTSD 🔞

『Lab Rats』 Masterpost

𖣠 Masterlist 𖣠

🚨 Warning: Mentions of blood, kidnapping, traumatic experience, attempted self-harm. ⚑ Dark themes in general ⚑

⇦  Part ¹³ -  Part ¹⁵ ⇨

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『Lab Rats』¹⁴

After the kidnapping you thought your life would never be what it was, but of all places, you met him at your lowest. Now, after many years, Kun remained the only happy place you could run off to. How to overcome PTSD was solely in his hands, but what to do when was also the one reminding you of that nightmare?

This is a story of a journey to recovery and an eventual happy ending…

𖣠 Model!AU x Tourist!AU 𖣠 Pairing: Kun x Female Reader x ft. EXO’s Suho 𖣠 Genre: Angst/Smut/PTSD 🔞

『Lab Rats』 Masterpost

𖣠 Masterlist 𖣠

🚨 Warning: Mentions of blood, kidnapping, traumatic experience, attempted self-harm. ⚑ Dark themes in general ⚑

⇦  Part ¹³ -  Part ¹⁵ ⇨

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Dragged to celebrate your birthday at a place you wouldn’t call your cup of tea. Nothing was of your liking, not even after making eye contact with the man that ticked all the buttons - physically speaking - it seemed shallow and not your thing. You weren’t just going to let him win.

Determined to tease him till he exploded. You were in control to make him do and not do whatever you desired.

You had the ✬ Sparkles ✬

✬ Millionaire!AU x International worker!AU  ✬ Pairing: Qian Kun x Female Reader  ✬ Genre: Teasing, sub!Kun, dom!Reader, 🔞

✬ Masterlist ✬

✬ Sparkles Masterpost ✬

✬ Part 2  ✬ ⇨

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望むままに, easy come

summary: kun tells you not to expect a reward for not touching yourself for ten days, but you think you deserve one anyway

word count: 3.88k

authors note: several things. first of all. hi! you understand I cannot be horny on main so i am in the amusing situation of having a side blog with one (1) smut fic about qian kun. will probably post more, inspiration has been hitting & the wayv tag is dry.

the second thing is i was in a million different headspaces when i wrote this so it might be crazy! i was horny for like three separate things and unwilling to separate them out!

edit: it’s a few days later & I’ve made some grammar edits 🫡 shouldn’t be too much of a difference

tags: afab reader, established relationship, soft dom!kun, gege kink, teasing, orgasm denial/control (?), face fucking, fingering, face sitting, pinv (no condom), masturbation (m), oral (f), oral (m), praise, lots of praise, reader is a little bratty, kun is a little mean and degrading (calls reader a slut) at the end but in the sexy way + then he’s nice again :-)

(kun/you)

It had started ten days ago.

Ten days ago, you’d been lying in bed with Kun, your fingers running through his wavy brown hair, gently massaging his head in your lap. He didn’t let you take care of him often, despite how much you knew he loved it. He’d acted like it was a favour to you, to take the edge off of him leaving for ten days. It wasn’t the longest you’d ever spent apart but it was enough to sting.

He’d slowly turned his head to face you, playfulness brewing in his dark eyes.

“My love,” he’d started. “Can you do something for me?”

“Probably,” you’d peered down at him as he shuffled out of your lap. “What do you have in mind?”

“For the next ten days,” his face was close to yours now, leaning closer as he muttered, “I don’t want you to touch yourself.”

You’d felt a familiar heat rising inside your chest. It was this sort of favour.

“Not even if I ask nicely?”

You’d done that before, texting or calling him before you got off. Asking for permission you knew he’d give. It had thrilled you, excited him. A little something to liven things up while he was gone.

“Mm-mm,” he’d muttered, forehead pressed against yours. “Not even if you beg.”

You’d felt his heat too, a very slight hesitance to his usually assured dominance. Ripples in the water. You’d known he would give in if you’d argued. And yet, the next words out of your mouth were:

“Ok, sure.”

He’d kissed your forehead and pulled back to grin at you, the hint of hesitation gone.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Good girl.”

He’d moved back to settle in your lap again, but you’d pulled him back up, only in part because you weren’t in the mood to be teased about the wetness his words provoked.

“Nuh-uh, not so fast. What am I getting out of this?”

“And what if you don’t get anything, hm?”

“Hang on-“

“What if,” he was close again, lips pressed lightly against your neck, “I just want to be the last person to make you cum?”

He’d known he’d sealed his victory hearing you groan at his filthy words. Feeling the heat of your blushing cheeks.

“What if I can’t stand the idea of anyone, not even you,” he’d continued, pressing a firm hand between your legs, “touching what belongs to me?”

---

That was how you’d ended up in this situation.

It had been more difficult than you expected. Though, more than the sex (maybe as much as the sex? You really fucking missed the sex), you’d been missing his presence, his steadiness. The way he ended almost every sentence with ‘angel’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘princess’, ‘doll’ - no matter how much you teased him.

Crawling into bed shortly after midnight on the sixth day, he’d sent you a text.

Still awake, angel?

Just about. You're just off work?

Yeah

Poor thing :(( I miss you

I miss you too…

Hold on

I have something that might help

The typing dots faded away and a voice memo appeared. You’d settled back into bed and raised the speaker to your ear, expecting a corny lullaby or the sound of kisses, a string of I love yous, something sweet before you went to sleep.

You hadn’t expected the sound of him groaning your name among lewd grunts and the sound of faint slaps. In the face of this objective torment you’d called him and he’d picked up immediately.

“What’s up, princess?”

“Qian Kun,” you’d hissed into the receiver, “What about our promise?”

“Hmm,” he’d pretended to think, “I don’t remember anything about what I couldn’t do?”

“You-”

“Have you been keeping your promise, though?”

“Yes,” obviously, agonisingly, yes. Going from cumming at least once a day to not at all had been torture, fine. “But you-”

“What?”

“You know what you’re doing. To me. With that.”

He’d chuckled lowly at your obvious desperation. The sound drove you insane, ironically so, since you couldn’t do anything about the arousal that stirred between your legs.

“Yes,” he’d admitted, “I do. You’re just so cute when you’re frustrated like this.”

“Hate you.”

“Love you.”

Scrunching your face up at his cheerful tone, you’d mumbled, “Love you too.”

You’d endured few seconds of silence before he’d asked, “So, can I get back to what I was doing?”

“Wait,” you’d committed to humiliating yourself further, “Can I at least stay on the line while you finish?”

“Won’t that make it harder for you to keep your promise?”

“Yeah. Isn’t that what you want?”

---

Day ten. With his flight in the late evening and someone to drive him home, you were reduced to sitting around and waiting for the key to turn in the lock.

You’d decided around day three that you were going to look gorgeous when he got in. You knew what he liked. Something classy for him to ruin.

You’d picked out a satin nightgown that he’d fucked you in before, perfumed your neck, wrists, ankles, inner thighs. Put your hair up in a bun he could easily pull out.

He’d see you and fall to his knees.

Is it a little humiliating being so desperate? Maybe.

Is it turning you on even more? Yeah.

And you know this was exactly what he wants from you.

It’s while musing this that you hear the click of the lock.

“Kun!” You rise from your chair and move towards the door, you open it before he can push in and realise just too late how eager you look.

“Bags.” you reach out your arms, hoping he buys the cover, “Gimme.“

Kun steps into the entryway dropping his bags, smiling that stupid, gorgeous, sweet smile of his. You had missed him so much. He takes your outstretched arms as an invitation to wrap you in his own, spinning you around against the closed door.

“Hello to you too, my love” still chuckling, pressing kisses to the top of your head as you embrace.

Humming contentedly against his chest, taking him in, you mutter, “I missed you…”

He pulls away from the hug, strong hands still gripping your shoulders. You shudder as he regards you, as his expression changes, as his smile gets hungrier. As his eyes widen.

“All this for me?”

“I don’t know what you could possibly mean.”

“Mm.” he grunts, pulling you roughly back into the embrace, pressing every part of you against him, “God. I missed you too.”

“I think I know for a fact that I missed you more,” you move your lips up to his neck, grazing your teeth against his warm flesh, “I think you made sure of that.”

He groans, you feel his bulge harden against you as you sink your teeth in, suck at his exposed neck, mark him up. A little revenge before your reward.

“You kept your promise?” He pulls back and smirks. The aching between your legs grows impossibly stronger.

“All for you. And it was really, really hard.”

"And you think you deserve a reward?" He raises his eyebrows.

"Mhm," you reply, draping your arms over his shoulders, "I know what you said... but I don't think you expected me to be so good..."

You swear you feel him shudder as his lips crash against yours, his tongue pushes in without hesitation, his own desperation driving you crazy. He pins you against the door with a toned arm - thank fucking god he’s wearing that tank top - as he licks and sucks and bites his way down your neck to your collarbone.

Your face is on fire - your whole body, actually, burning and aching and begging for more of what you’ve been daydreaming about for the past ten days. You buck against his arousal, hoping he won’t notice, hoping he will notice and take you right here against this door.

“Kun, please-”

“Please?” He mutters, woefully pulling away, playing the game you hate to love to play.

“Please. I need you.”

“Need me to what?” He coos, free hand rubbing a hardened nipple over the silk of your dress, eliciting a breathy moan. “Need you to say it for me, princess.” He asks again, voice low, a little stern.

“Jesus, Kun, fuck me.”

The words tumble out of your mouth and he halts his teasing to groan. “Fuck. Bedroom. Couch. Whatever you want. Now.”

You lead him to the bedroom, a chorus of finally finally finally ringing through your head. Whatever you want.

—-

You sprawl out on the bed, room dimly lit, air heavy with your combined heat, as Kun rummages in his bag for something unknown.

“Close your eyes.” He commands, not needing to look up to know you were obeying without hesitation. Your desire overpowers any instinct to disobey, you know you’re ready to take whatever he’ll give.

The darkness only heightens your arousal, your mind swimming with lust and possibility. You hear him approaching now, and the rustle of something being unwrapped.

“Damn, no forepla-“ you’re interrupted by something soft and sweet-smelling against your lips, pushing gently in.

“Chocolate?”

Your eyes shoot open to the familiar sight of Kun’s playful grin, kneeling next to you and smiling as if he’s pulled off something so devious. It’s so cute. He’s so cute. You cannot stand him, in fact, that’s all you can say once you’ve swallowed the candy.

“I cannot stand you.”

“It’s good, right?”

You lick your lips. “Pretty good, yeah.”

He leans down to kiss you, licks the remaining chocolate off of your lips, making the stupid situation sexy.

“Something sweet for something sweet.”

You eagerly part your lips for him to slide his tongue inside, soft and sweet like the chocolate. A hand cups your face while the other roams down your clothed figure. Slowly, agonisingly down. He hums contentedly into your mouth as your breathy whines gain more substance. He stops between your legs, even the heat of his palm makes your head spin.

“Kun…” you groan again, eyelids fluttering open.

“Tell me what you want, love.”

“You… everything, god.” He cocks his head, coaxing a more specific request. You look up at him with pleading eyes. “Your tongue. Please?”

His hand presses firmly over your mound, your wetness soaking through the fabric. He looks almost dismayed.

“Shame to ruin something so beautiful…” you breathe a shaky breath at his acknowledgment, his praise, he continues, “but beautiful gets what beautiful wants."

Chuckling at your whines, he moves his hand down and under the hem of your dress, your nerves soaring with delight. He drags two fingers down your aching lips, coating them in your wetness. You already miss them when he pulls away to suck at your juices.

“So much for me, angel.” He groans, running his tongue up the length of his fingers, savouring every drop as he always does, like he needs this to live. You think he just might. The filthy sight imprints itself on your wide eyes. He taps the hem of your dress and lays down next to you.

“This needs to come off. And I need you to sit on my face. You’ll do that for me?”

You grin and roll over to kiss him, lightly running your tongue over his lips to taste yourself.

"Obviously."

You sit up and slip the dress over your head, pausing after to catch his eyes scanning your exposed form. He studies you like a painting, unable to hide the snarl of arousal on his face. You savour the attention for as long as you can stand to not be riding his tongue.

"Gorgeous... gorgeous, gorgeous. Get over here."

You don't need to be told twice.

You crawl over to the top of the bed and swing a leg over his head, bracing against the headboard for support. He spreads your folds with two fingers and makes a low, approving sound. You must be dripping into this mouth at this point.

“You’re comfortable?” You check.

“More than.”

You squeal as his free hand grabs at your hips and pulls you into his mouth. He pulls away his fingers as his tongue finds purchase on your clit, licking dizzying circles against you.

“Fuck- Kun- fuck.”

His tongue wanders elsewhere, down your folds to your entrance, which he lavishes full attention on coaxing open. He grips your hips with both hands, pulls you closer, his tongue travels deeper inside your warm, wet cunt. He groans, needy inside you, and bliss ripples through your core.

He takes turns with his attention - one second, he’s expertly fucking you with his tongue, the other he’s pulling out to coax out more of your essence with messy strokes against your throbbing clit.

A few rounds of this and your legs are shaking enough for him to notice, for him to grip you tighter. He moves his focus solely to your clit, alternating between firm laps and sharp sucking that just nearly sends you over the edge.

“Kun, there, stay there-”

He does as he’s told, pressing his tongue flat against your clit as you buck against it, the friction too much to bear.

“Gonna cum- fuck, fuck, cumming!” Your orgasm erupts inside you, bursting out of your mouth in ecstatic moans and cries. You lean your head against the headboard and close your eyes, seeing only white as you come down from the high.

Once you’re steady enough, you ease yourself off his face, still shaking a little as you clamber down. He sits up and offers an arm for you to curl into.

“Thank you, baby~” you hum against his neck, still flush from your climax.

He wipes you off his mouth with the corner of his shirt, offering you a glimpse of the slightly tanned skin underneath. Your eyes wander down to his blatant erection, a sight that has you aching again, already.

Your hand follows your eyes down to what you desire, but Kun bats it away before you get the chance to touch.

“Mm-mm,” he scolds, “I’m not done with you. I didn’t get a good enough view down there.”

Your eyes widen as he sits up further, dislodging you from your spot in the crook of his arm. He spreads his legs just wide enough for you to fit.

“In my lap, princess.”

Who were you to say no?

“At least take this off,” you hum and shuffle towards him, pulling impatiently at the tank top that clings to his chest. He smiles and relinquishes, tossing the stained shirt to the side of the bed. You press a kiss to his exposed stomach before shimmying into his lap.

You are suddenly very, very aware of the mirror at the foot of the bed.

“Now, spread your legs for me.”

You obey readily and wince at the confirmation that you are, in fact, dripping wet. Kun, on the other hand, is thrilled.

“You wanted everything, yeah?” He teases, lips against the back of your neck, “so now, you’ll take my fingers. And if you’re good, if you keep your eyes on the mirror, you’ll take my cock.”

His lewd promise overwhelms you, you want to squeeze your eyes shut already, but that wouldn’t be being good. You steady yourself on the sight of his lips pressed against your neck instead of the feeling of his exposed chest pressed against your back. Instead of the feeling of his big arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer, snaking downwards, prying you open and exposed.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

“Yes..?” He rubs teasing circles against your entrance, you know what he wants you to say.

“Yes. Gege.”

“Good girl,” you feel his cock harden against your back, almost digging into you as he plunges two fingers inside your aching cunt. You resist the urge to buck against his digits, knowing he likes to fuck you himself this way, that your pleasure is all his to claim.

“Such a good girl,” he rewards your efforts with sweet praise and hooks his chin over your shoulder to get a better look at the mess you’ve already made.

“Might have to add a third, hm?”

There’s no might about it. He stretches you open with a third finger and you whimper at the sight. You’re so dizzyingly full of him, you think you’d do just about to take his cock, to feel that fullness even more.

“Taking me so good, doll.” You throb around his fingers, already close again.

“Fuck, Kun- gege,” you correct your words before he can correct you himself. The last thing you need is him pulling his fingers out, making you beg.

His fingers curl inside you, pumping at a steady pace, rougher and faster with every filthy moan that escapes your mouth.

“That’s it, as loud as you need to be,” he growls against your neck, peppering you with kisses, “I’ve got you.”. You tilt your head back as he starts to suck at you, but he stops when he notices your eyes have strayed.

“Eyes forward, princess.”

You obey swiftly enough that he returns to his task. He rewards you with bites and sucks in places you know will be visible tomorrow. You’re so beyond caring.

He feels you tighten around his fingers and he thumbs at your clit, his eyes wide and focused on the reflection of your throbbing cunt in the mirror. He makes sure you’re watching him watch you, watching your orgasm undo you again, clenching tightly around his fingers. He keeps a steady pace until your frantic moans get softer and breathier.

He pulls out his long, dripping fingers when he’s sure you’ve come down. Still, you shudder at the sensation.

Kun toys with the strands of your cum between his fingers, eyes glazed with arousal before sucking them dry. Like you didn’t just fuck his mouth, like you can’t still smell yourself on his breath. He folds you into his arms again, softly now.

“Knew you could do it,” he mutters, tone laced with gentle admiration, “for ten days. Knew you’d be so good for me. Mine, all mine.”

You groan affectionately, turning to face him. Still wrapped in his arms, the angle presses his hardness against your thigh.

“Yeah?” you tease, “You knew that when you stroked your cock on the phone for me?”

“Ah, well,” he smiles his big, perfect smile, a hint of embarrassment on his cheeks, “I couldn’t help myself. I don’t know what I was thinking…”

“Mm”, you hum, “I think you knew exactly what you were thinking.”

He cocks an eyebrow, releases you from his arms as you shimmy free.

“I think you were thinking about me,” you perch between his legs, start to unbutton his pants. He doesn’t stop you this time. “I think you were wishing your hand was my tongue, that I was there to suck you off.”

He lifts his hips at your indication, watching your face closely, adoringly, as you slide his trousers and his boxers down past his ankles. He watches your eyes scan his length hungrily.

“And I think, even though you were soooo mean to me.” you pout, “I want to give you just that. Gege.”

“Please,” he consents.

His tone says, by all means, do whatever you want, but his eyes tracking your every movement, darkening at your lewd words, say please, for the love of god, suck my cock already.

You’re not one to disobey.

He groans, needy, the moment you take his shaft into your hand and wrap your lips around the tip, making sure he’s watching as you move further down his length.

“That’s it,” he sighs, “so good at that, so good for me.”

His praise sends shivers down your spine but that’s not what you want, he’s still thinking about your pleasure. All you want in this moment is for him to give in to his own desires.

“Gege,” you look into his eyes, freeing your mouth to beg, “use me, use my mouth, my throat, let me make you feel good.”

With that word you can get him to do whatever you want.

You know he wouldn’t have taken much convincing anyway, the eagerness with which he shoves his cock down your throat.

It never takes long, once he gives in to his own pleasure, for the switch to flip, for his words to get darker, filthier, more degrading. It makes you even more desperate to please him.

“God, you like that, don’t you? Like feeling like a slut for me?”

You have no way of answering. You gag as his cock hits the back of your throat and he groans, deep and guttural, repeating the motion over and over.

“That’s it,” he coos, “so good for me, so good. Letting me use your pretty little mouth, begging for it, even.” You meet his gaze as he talks down to you and your big, doe eyes drive him wild.

“Good girl, I’ve missed the things you do for me.”

He’s less controlled now, not at all focussed on how you’re feeling, using you like a fucktoy. You whimper and whine around his length and he lets out an unrestrained growl.

“Fuck, you want me to cum in your mouth, baby?”

You tap his hips, a signal for him to pull out and stop, which he does, immediately.

“Too rough?” His eyes filled with concern somehow make you hornier. Something to address later.

“No, no.” you assure him, “Inside me. I need you to cum inside me.”

The concern fades, replaced with a familiar hunger that makes you just as ravenous. “You’ll cum with me, yeah? Cum around me, milk my cock?”

“Yes, gege, yes.”

He kneels, pushing you onto your back, spreading your legs. His cock is glistening with saliva and precum, enough to make you drool.

You lay back expectantly and he positions himself over you, floppy bangs brushing your forehead. Too impatient to tease any further, he rubs his tip up and down your wet folds and eases himself inside you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” whines come rushing out of you as his thick cock stretches you out. He pants into your mouth as he picks up his speed. You wish it could last forever, but you’re both too desperate to draw it out any longer.

“Faster, harder, please-” you beg, nearing your third orgasm of the night. “I’m gonna cum-“

“Fuck, angel, so needy.” Not that he can say much. He’s close too, all he needs is for you to cum around him, you know he’s holding back just for you.

“You’re gonna cum?” He pants and quickens his pace even further, “You’re gonna cum for me? Cum around my cock, babygirl? Cum for me, let me hear it.”

Soon after your warning you practically scream, music to his ears, pleasure and overstimulation washing over you in waves.

It doesn’t take much of your warm hole clenching around him to reach his own climax. He reaches for your hips and pins you down, making sure you take every last drop of his release. Making sure you feel how much he wants you.

“God, god.” You watch his face screw up in ecstasy. In that moment unable to understand why he calls you gorgeous when he looks like this.

You would have happily waited ten more days for Qian Kun.

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괜찮아, 괜찮아 (Fantasy); qk

˗ˏˋ🎧´ˎ˗ pairing; kun x female!reader

˗ˏˋ🎧´ˎ˗ words; 3.3k

˗ˏˋ🎧´ˎ˗ genre; smut, fluff

˗ˏˋ🎧´ˎ˗ warnings; dom!kun, sub!reader, mc got that dawg in her (she's a pathetic, horny, pervert), privacy invasion, use of a condom (I can't believe it!!), cunnilingus, two reader orgasms, constant check-ins, aftercare crumbs, very soft but passionate smut, let me know if I missed anything

↻ ◁ || ▷ : The ultimate soft dom, Qian Kun everyone. Thanks for requesting! Oh! And obviously listen to Fantasy by Fei while reading the smut.

How long… 

You can barely finish the sentence in your mind amidst the anguish. Twenty minutes ago you were finally able to filter your friends out of your home. You don’t know if they got together to conspire behind your back or if they naturally decided your place was the hangout spot.  

All it took was you telling the group chat that there was a spare key under the welcome mat. You explained that it was in case they were nearby and needed something urgently. Now you come home from work and find three people on your couch, someone in the kitchen, and someone using your computer to play minecraft. Unless you’re looking for an impromptu party, you immediately clean house.

That’s what had to happen today. They were in the middle of a session of Mario Party on your switch, begging you to let them finish first before you kick them out. You would’ve been a little lenient, maybe even sat and watched, but something was going on with you. You weren’t sure if your period was coming soon or what, but you’ve been so utterly horny you’ve gone brain dead. 

Fifty minutes ago you spent far too long at work zoned out while staring at your computer screen. You were slack jawed, vivid depictions of filthy hardcore sex playing in your mind. You switched from celebrity to celebrity, then to old flames, then to hot strangers you’ve had fleeting encounters with. All your options were exhausted and your brain was reduced to goo. That’s how you rationalize images of a shirtless Kun making an appearance in your latest fantasy. The forefront of your mind fought against it. This was gonna make things weird in one way or another you thought as the back of your mind broadcasted more and more. Kun groping you through your clothes on a train. Kun taking you upstairs during a party. Kun fingering you under the table at a packed restaurant. 

Like never before, your mind was igniting, and so was your core. Forty minutes ago was when your shift ended and you rushed to the bathroom. It was unreasonable to assume you soaked through your pants, but you could feel how saturated it was. The wetness sat uncomfortably against your mound. You wipe off what you can and rush out of there. You had a long list of ideas for porn to watch and you were planning to stretch the session for as long as you could.

Thirty minutes before your humiliation, you step into the door to encounter your obstacle. Five pairs of eyes look up at you, some guilty, some unabashed.

“Please let us finish. It’s the least you can do.” Hendery’s begging is rendered unconvincing by his entitled undertone. You cock an eyebrow up at him. He holds a frightened expression before caving. “No, you’re right.”

“But it’s your turn to roll!” Yeri whines, grabbing Hendery to stop him from gathering his things.

“Get up.” You state emotionlessly. The longer you’re deprived from touching yourself, the more irritable you become. Cycling through glaring at each of them ends up with you meeting Kun’s gaze. Your annoyed expression drops, your mouth dropping open a bit as well. He smiles nervously at you.

“Looks like you had a long day at work today?” His question makes you realize he’s not nervous about being scolded, but because he’s concerned about you. It’s a touching realization that shouldn’t be shooting lightning straight to your core. See? Things are weird now.

“Yeah. Really long.” Your mouth suddenly goes dry as all the agonizing fantasies involving him come to mind.

“Alright, guys.” Kun uses his player one privileges to close the game out, taking the time to turn the switch off despite the groans and protests around him. “Let's give her her house back.” Kun reaches over to tug an urgently protesting Yeri up from the couch. You alternate between monitoring the slackers making excuses to stay and monitoring Kun. His unwavering authority over everyone has you pressing your vagina between your thighs as discreetly as possible.

Back to twenty minutes ago when you wave goodbye to Kun, him seemingly moving in slow motion as the closing door gradually reduced your vision of him to nothing. You didn’t have time to mourn this when an overwhelming wave of arousal hits you once you realize you’re finally alone. You rush to your room, squealing as you hop onto your bed. You’re trying to get things started as fast as you can but trying to shove your headphones in your ear while pushing your pants off might’ve been delaying things. You eventually get situated, excitement thrumming through you as you find the perfect porn video.

“Oh shit.” Kun slams one of his hands onto the steering wheel. 

“What?” Sooyoung asks from the backseat. “Forget something?”

Kun’s ensuing sigh answers the question for her. “My wallet. I dropped it in her room while I was getting her switch. I forgot to go back and grab it.”

“Does that mean we’re going back?” Yeri asks excitedly.

“No, leave that woman alone! I’ll drop you guys off and then go back.”

“Fine.” Yeri replies petulantly. “Then just drop me off at YangYang’s.”

“Me too.” Hendery says, followed by an echo from Sooyoung.

“Party at my place, yeah! Come straight to my place after you get it. Tell Ms. Bossy she can come too once she’s done being a stick-in-the-mud.”

Kun groans, not knowing where to start. Instead he just opts for agreeing. One could argue Kun dropping them off individually would’ve bought you more time. That doesn’t change the fact you were planning to go until your hands were tired and all your toys were dead. You would’ve been better off if Kun had forgotten about his wallet until tomorrow. It didn’t matter now that twenty minutes had passed.

You don’t hear the front door opening, you don’t hear Kun yell out to you, you don’t hear him open your bedroom door. Of course you don’t, because you have loud moaning, skin slapping, and sloshing noises blasting in your ears. 

Kun wants to look away but remains focused in your direction. Should he try to grab his wallet secretly and leave? Or should he try to get your attention? And then what? Try to convince you it isn’t a big deal that he saw you rubbing your clit and watched your juices roll down until they soiled your comforter? Kun clenches his eyes shut before blinking them a few times. What was he doing?

No, he should walk back out– carefully– and text you from outside the house so you could get situated. Problem solved. Still, his feet remain rooted in the same spot.

“Kun, please~”

A strong sensation plows into him like a truck. You say his name so salaciously he can feel his cock humming. He looks down, cursing himself for wearing pajama bottoms as a joke. You can see his hardening member clear as day. A gasp from you tears his attention away. You both gape at each other in horror. To answer the question currently haunting you– how long has he been standing there– not that long, but long enough.

“I-I’m so sorry.” Kun speaks first, face-palming with a hearty groan. He peaks up at you, guilt very obvious in his face. He notices the way your eyes track downward. He worries lip.

“I know, I’m making things even weirder… Although I think you’re partly to blame for that too.” He explains as if he’s breaking the news to you. Your heart drops out of your ass as you scramble to sit up on your bed.

“What do you mean?” The words tumble out of your mouth. Only then do you realize your bottom half is very much still bare. You swipe one of your pillows and lay it over your lap. 

“I um… I heard you say my name–”

You cry out in anguish as you cover your face. Kun moves closer, trying to console you but your dramatic wailing is too loud.

“It’s okay! It’s okay!”

“How?! How is it okay?!” You unintentionally scream at the man. Kun’s head rolls over his shoulders, his gaze hazarding toward his cock that’s showing no interest in softening.

“Maybe because we’re in the same boat?” He sounds unsure, or maybe it’s just how awkward this situation is. You sigh heavily, though it does nothing to drain the worry from your body.

“What do we do from here? It’s up to you.” Kun asks. You presume he’s asking you if you want to proceed like adults and acknowledge what happened, or bury it and take it to your graves. That’s not where your brain goes, though. You look at the way he regards you, that look in his eye he has for everyone. Authoritative care is what you’ll call it for now. Before you appreciated it because he was a dependable, great friend. Now you can’t stop thinking about anything but him coaxing you sweetly toward an orgasm.

“Help?” You blurt out, in hopes you don’t have to spell it out for him. Either way, the two of you are walking away from this with your friendship irreparably changed. Why not get something out of it? Kun looks at you in confusion and you sigh frustratedly. Only as you start to explain does his confusion dissipate.

“Help me… I’ll help you–”

Kun climbs onto your bed, kneeling in front of you. “I can help you.” He agrees, his voice soothing you. You can’t help humming at the way he phrases it. He grabs the pillow and tosses it to the side. You don’t get to be self-conscious about being exposed again, not when he’s already reaching down and scooping up your essence. He breathes a laugh.

“Something tells me you’re already ready to take me.”

Your face heats up but your eyes darken. You nod dumbly, agreeing with the obvious. He comments under his breath about how cute you are. You’re already missing his fingers down there.

“I still want to be sure.” His eyes implore you to give permission.

“Please?” The plea is wispy and pathetic. His eyes darken to match yours, it’s the first time you’ve seen him so openly hungry for something. He moves his soiled fingers toward his lips, hesitating for a second before plunging them into his mouth. His eyes flutter shut as he savors the taste. Your breathing becomes labored as you watch him doing something so filthy, something you thought you’d never see it outside of your fantasies.

“I want to taste more of you.” His voice deepens, sending a chill up your spine. With his hands on either side of your midriff, he eases you lower. You lie flat as he sinks to rest between your legs. His tongue eagerly laps at your mound. You crane your head back until it hits the mattress as his tongue presses firmly against you. Curving against your mound as he drags iti upward. It’s slow, so slow. You fist the sheets– it’s perfect, but you need more.

You plunge your fingers into the soft threads of his hair, clenching them and pushing him closer. He hums disapprovingly against you, pulling away to unlatch your hands from his hair. You pout, itching to disobey. 

“Be patient.” He says lightly. Butterflies flutter inside your stomach as you drop your hands to your sides. You keep your eyes on him, aching for his approval. 

“Good girl.”

Every inch of your skin ignites, every tiny hair standing on end. Your body feels like it’ll spark if he touches it, and he buries his face into your pussy. You cry out, throwing your head back. The heightened sensitivity doesn’t stop the entire time he laves over your clit. He uses his fingers to spread your folds, making sure your clit is fully exposed. You want to thrash and squirm against him, but you wouldn’t be a good girl if you did that. You would be getting in the way of him giving you what you asked for. So you fist your covers, whimpers and whines floating into the air.

He hums against you again, this time it sounds peaceful. Pleased with pleasing him, your body melts into the bed. This earns you another delightful hum. The static shocks of pleasure subside in favor of a distant one. One rumbling too far away but approaching quickly. As it closes in on you you feel the urge again. You want to press him in closer, clamp your thighs around him. But his eyes are looking intently at you, soft with their persuasion, keeping you good. 

So instead your moans become fuller. Wanton oh’s and curses trickle from your lips. You screw your face up, everything becoming tighter the closer it comes. That coil is compressing tightly and you just know it’s about to snap.

“I’m gonna cum.” You say almost in distress as fretful moans fight free from you. “I’m gonna cum!”

You buck against Kun’s face, fists tightening around your covers and cracking some of your joints. The orgasm comes in waves, whipping you with electricity that borders on unbearable. Your vision whites out and in the middle of your clouded thinking you wonder if you’re still fantasizing. Kun rubs soothing, slow circles into your clit as he climbs up your body.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” He whispers right next to your ear, his hot breath raising goosebumps where it lands. He peppers kisses up from your shoulder to right under your ear as he slows his finger to a stop. “Are you ready?” He breathes out as he maneuvers to face you. Your eyes rake down his figure, his lips, the column of his throat, his shoulder, his chest. You linger on his arms, reaching up to fondle his muscles. He chuckles, his head dropping down and resting his forehead against yours.

He rolls off of you to shimmy off his pajama pants. You watch as the pair you used to associate with unstimulating situations are discarded and sullied in your mind forever. His shirt is slowly peeled away to reveal the toned stomach you’ve only seen peeks of. You couldn’t help your mouth watering then and nothing has changed now, especially with the dark hair leading to what you need the most. The boxers hugging his hips sit as low as they can without revealing himself. Not that it matters with how prominently his manhood is bulging from them. 

He gives those a shimmy as well, pulling them over the hump of his dick. The band finally gives way, springing his cock free. He exhales shakily, his arm flexing as he closes his hand around the shaft and drags his fist all the way down. The member flings up again, slapping against his stomach. Your breath catches as the urge to whine overwhelms you.

He discards his underwear and swings his leg back over you, regarding you with an attentive gaze. You nod again before he can even ask if you’re okay. 

“Good.” He chuckles, kissing your forehead. Hearing the first word of the phrase you crave and how long this is taken is giving you blue balls. You take a quick breath before flitting your eyes up at him.

“I want you.” You whisper.

“I know.” He replies with those passionate eyes and that warm smile. He scoops his hips lower, his tip brushing against your mound. “I want you too.”

He leans over to the nightstand right by your head, giving you an up close view to his pecs. You’re so distracted by the view that you don’t question what he’s doing. He comes back up with a condom in hand. Your brows squeeze together and you nearly ask him how he knew they were there, but that’s not a priority. Your priority is what he’s slipping the condom over right now. You swallow hard as the latex rolls every ridge and vein. You hum lewdly as you press your glossed lips against each other. Kun hisses as he lines himself up.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you for so long–”

He drops that bomb just before easing himself in. Your shock gets caught in your throat, becoming a gargled moan. It means so much more now that he’s inside of you that he wasn’t just hard from the lewd scene. He saw you and heard you say his name and it drove him wild.

A part of it felt wrong. The way you rolled your hips up to coax him deeper, looking up at him. Qian Kun, the appointed leader of your friend group. If anyone else from the group chat knew about this they would freak out. The foundation of the entire group would be shaken. How wrong it felt just made his cock being deep inside you feel that much better. 

He draws his hips back in a languid motion before easing them forward again. He inches inside you, the stretch stinging a little less. 

“You okay?” He asks breathlessly. You nod for the umpteenth time that evening. You go to close your eyes when you feel him lean over you. You snap your eyes back open again, pleased by seeing him this close again. You look deeply into his dark chocolate eyes. “Can you use your words?” He asks, a hint of a scold in his tone. You nearly nod again, stammering when you catch yourself.

“Y-yes, I’m okay.”

“Good.” He’s plunging deep inside you but he’s edging you at the same time. You want him to say it again. Why won’t he say it? You whimper, snapping your hips up to his. He tsks, reaching down to hold your hips steady. 

“Not very patient are you, baby?” His scolding is more blatant now. You pout and he pecks it. Once he lifts himself back up, his necklace is draped perfectly over your face. His thrusts gain a consistent rhythm, one that has his necklace bouncing over you. This excites you more than you expect it to, your hips twitching a few times through the jolts of pleasure. 

Maybe you’re still high off the heightened arousal you’ve built up in the last hour or so but the friction he’s providing has you practically drooling. He draws his hips back so far that he pulls out. He pushes back in and keeps that motion until a turbulent moan comes rolling from the depths of your soul. 

“Oh fuck, Kun!” Your legs start to tremble violently. Moans keep pouring from you before you get the chance to think. He keeps you wide and gaping, each time he draws back your hole clenches for him. His shameless moans from above you has your stomach twisted in knots. You clench your teeth, the sudden overwhelming pressure becoming too much.

“It feels so fucking good.” Your voice is reduced to a wispy shell of what it used to be. You lean forward to bury your head in his chest as the trembling in your legs quickens. “So fucking good.” The words woosh from you aggressively. His hips suddenly slam down and you sob against his chest. Your legs trap him in a shaky cage as your orgasm looms.

“Good girl.” He coos, his hand reaching down to cup your cheek. “Taking me so good.”

With that, your eyes roll back as your hips spasm. A guttural cry rips free from you as you grip like a vice around his cock. The tight grasp you have on him makes him whisper a shaky “Oh fuck…”. It’s impossible for him not to immediately fill the condom with you milking him like this. A sudden jerk has his hips drawing back and plunging very deep suddenly. Your back arches off the bed as the last of your orgasm ripples through you.

Along with a breath you didn’t know you were holding comes a groan that shreds your vocal chords. You’re reduced to whimpers after that, collapsing to the bed. Kun follows soon after, monitoring his weight so he’s not crushing you. He shushes you, cradling your head as he kisses your cheek. An airy laugh sounds from him.

“Very good girl.”

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[oel323]

[11:57] — phone sex

wc: 215

tags: dom!kun, afab reader, degradation, dirty talk, overstimulation, like a lot, sir title, wand vibe, phone sex (duh)

a/n: so I was lying when i said i wasn’t going to be active, i guess? comments appreciated as usual 🧡

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“turn it up, sweetheart, can’t hear it over your pathetic little noises.” comes his muffled voice from the phone speaker.

“kun, please…”

he’s had you torturing yourself with a wand for over an hour now. you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve cum, lost track of any feeling beyond your swollen clit, aching cunt, tear-stained cheeks.

“hm? talking back?”

“no, sir, sorry, sir,” you up the power on the toy, crying out as it thrums harder against your sensitive bud. he coos and calls you a precious little thing. his precious little thing.

“kun, please, it’s too much,”

“didn’t i buy you this to remind you of me? you think I’d be slowing down? i know you can cum much more than this.” he sighs, disappointed. “just one more for me, okay? i won’t let you off this easily when i get back.”

“thank you, oh, thank you-“ you sob into the receiver, allowing the pleasure to overtake you one last time, loud and clear so he can hear how appreciative you are. you switch off the wand and toss it to the side, silent as you catch your breath. his voice reaches you in your haze.

“you think I’m done with you just because you’re done cumming? silly girl, you’ve forgotten i need pictures.”

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Oppa Knows Best: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6  (Finished)

Touch Me, Tease Me: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 (completed) 

WayV Drabble Game

Touch Me, Tease Me: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 (completed)

WayV Drabble Game Say It (Part 1/3 of the Companion Trilogy) 

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Touch Me, Tease Me

Xiaojun, Hendery and Yangyang place a bet on who would be able to sleep with you first. One of them slips up and you catch on and punish them for all.

“So is anymore gonna tell me what the fuck is going on here?” You glare at the youngest member. Xiaojun and Hendery at least had the decency to look ashamed. Yangyang on the other hand stared you dead on, with the most nonchalant expression on his face, and shrugged. “We don’t know what you’re talking about.

The sharpness in your gaze does nothing to deter him, that brat. That’s okay, you’ll deal with him later. Walking closer to Hendery, you cock your head at him, “What about you? Do you have something to tell me?”

His eyes meet yours for a second before he looks down and shakes his head. You sigh, “You know, I really thought you were better than this, Hendery.”

His head shoots up and he laments, “Don’t say that.”

Brushing a finger across his cheek, you sigh, “I thought we had something special.”

He opens his mouth to protest but you shush him. “That’s enough out of you.”

Walking towards the last member, you see him fidget like a cornered prey, and before you even say anything, he bursts out, “It wasn’t my idea!”

“Shut up!” Yangyang hisses at him.

“What wasn’t your idea?” You cock an eyebrow at him, ignoring the other boy.

“Don’t say anything else.” Yangyang pipes up again, and Xiaojun casts a nervous look at him. You guide his gaze back towards you and brush his hair back gently. “I always knew you were the good one. Tell me everything, angel.”

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Touch Me, Tease Me

Xiaojun, Hendery and Yangyang place a bet on who would be able to sleep with you first. One of them slips up and you catch on and punish them for all.

“So is anymore gonna tell me what the fuck is going on here?” You glare at the youngest member. Xiaojun and Hendery at least had the decency to look ashamed. Yangyang on the other hand stared you dead on, with the most nonchalant expression on his face, and shrugged. “We don’t know what you’re talking about.

The sharpness in your gaze does nothing to deter him, that brat. That’s okay, you’ll deal with him later. Walking closer to Hendery, you cock your head at him, “What about you? Do you have something to tell me?”

His eyes meet yours for a second before he looks down and shakes his head. You sigh, “You know, I really thought you were better than this, Hendery.”

His head shoots up and he laments, “Don’t say that.”

Brushing a finger across his cheek, you sigh, “I thought we had something special.”

He opens his mouth to protest but you shush him. “That’s enough out of you.”

Walking towards the last member, you see him fidget like a cornered prey, and before you even say anything, he bursts out, “It wasn’t my idea!”

“Shut up!” Yangyang hisses at him.

“What wasn’t your idea?” You cock an eyebrow at him, ignoring the other boy.

“Don’t say anything else.” Yangyang pipes up again, and Xiaojun casts a nervous look at him. You guide his gaze back towards you and brush his hair back gently. “I always knew you were the good one. Tell me everything, angel.”

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