#hyuka one shot

[stars4ni]

-stars on windows | part one- ⋆·˚ ༘ *

✿ (    genre⠀ )   …   hk x fab reader, oneshot, established relationship, suggestive, fluff, just straight smut.

𝜗𝜚 (    warnings⠀ )   …   car sex, roadtrip, eating, sweat, aftercare, giggles, cursing, unprotected sex [DONT DO THAT BABES], hickeys, pet names -princess, baby, love, etc.

☆ (    word count⠀ )   …   1.9k

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“hehe these are my favorite!” you giggled when you saw the gas station had your favorite gummy worms. your boyfriend kai smiling as he walked up to you holding a stack of snacks and drinks, turning to him a look of shock came on your face “oh my god kai!” you laughed at him. “baby why do you have 2 bags of chips, 3 candies, and… 5 sodas?!” you laughed shocked at how many things he was gonna buy. “actually there’s 4 candies” he laughed dropping a bag of m&ms, “see those, those were the fourth” laughing you bent down to pick them up. “hyuka, do we really need all of those? you know we only have 2 more hours till we get to the beach…also it’s just you and I?!” you and kai were going on a weekend getaway to the beach, it was your first trip together as a couple. you had stopped at a gas station to get snacks and to refuel the car. you had been driving for about 3 hours already and were in desperate need of some snackies. “but they had so many choices…i needed to get all of them!” he said pouting. “and besides if we don’t eat all of them in the car we can save them for the beach!” he said smiling. “okay okay that makes sense, but your sharing with me” you said scrunching your face at him. “baby baby you really thought i was gonna get all this stuff andddd not give you any?! you’re very mistaken” he said giggling. you took some of the snacks out of his arms so he wouldn’t drop it while walking to the counter. you both plopped down all the snacks, as the cashier gave you guys a crazy look. you both looked at eachother laughing. you paid and took the bags walking out of the gas station back to your car that was sitting next to a pump.

“okayy my passenger princess, you go sit and relax while I refuel the car yeah?” he said smiling at you as you nodded giggling then unlocked the car and got in the passenger side, plopping down in the seat immediately opening a soda and your gummy worms. you watched your boyfriend put gas into the car from the window as you stuffed your face with sugar, you stared and just stared. something about the gas station lighting just made his features extra perfect. kai came to the window of the front seat making a silly face at you, you laughed. god was he cute, so cute. kai finished pumping the gas then getting in the car, starting the engine, looking at you already eating the snacks, he giggled. “you were staring huh? saw you, your eyes were glued onto me…” he said obviously teasing you. “what? you just look like really nice in this lighting…” you said blushing a bit. “yeah? do i?” “…yes” kai then moved his eyes to the steering wheel, pressing on the gas. “wait hold on kai! i don’t have my seatbelt on!” you said laughing trying to quickly put it on. “oh no need, i’m not going far” he said pulling to the side of the gas station parking horribly. “w-what? why?” he turned over to you, moving the bags of snacks into the back seat floor. “kai…” he leaned over smiling before kissing your lips. you smiled against his lips, kissing back. his hands traveled to your waist, caressing your exposed skin from the crop top you were wearing. he pulled away, smiling at you so giddy. “kai…baby why are we still here?” you asked feeling confused but also a bit aroused.

“well…you said how the lighting was good here, and well i thought about it for a second and thought…we’ve never fucked in the car before…and well” he said looking down at his tent in his pants. you giggled, “so you wanna fuck…in the car…right here?” i mean it wasn’t a bad idea…the lighting was so pretty, the lights still shining but still being in the dark where it would be hard to see us, and it was almost midnight. you were starting to get excited, you’ve always had “car sex” on your bucket list but…it didn’t really cross your mind when you thought about this road trip with your boyfriend. it has been so wholesome this whole time…now your sitting in the car with your boyfriend eye fucking you with a boner in his lap. “yeah…really wanna fuck you here” he said his ears getting red. “let’s do it.” you said putting a strand of hair behind your ear. kai smiled moving his hands up to cup your cheeks, kissing you so softly but with so much passion. you put your hands around his neck pulling him closer, kissing him deeper. he pulled away as a string of spit fell between you, he moved back reaching down to put his chair back. he looked you as you admired his gorgeous fucking face, taking your shirt off over your head. he leaned down pressing soft kisses on your jaw line, moving down to your neck, leaving small love bites. you moaned softly, moving your hand up to run through his soft fluffy hair. “kai~” you moaned his name all breathy with lust in your voice. you brought your hands to the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head as he pulled away from your neck that was now covered in marks. throwing his shirt into the floor, kai untied your strings to your sweatpants pulling them down. “god…you look so pretty love” he said letting your pants drop into the floor. his hand going to your clothed pussy, touching you.

“mhm…so wet” he said giggling, you giggled looking up at him smiling softly. he removed his fingers as he slid down his sweatpants throwing them in the backseat somewhere. he didn’t care he just wanted you so bad, so fucking bad. your eyes fell to his tent in his boxers, you moved your hand to gently touch his tip. he groaned, “oh baby…take them off, please” he said leaning his head back. he didn’t have to say twice, you slide his boxers off, throwing them into the back. “come here bb” he said smiling. you reached your leg over as he grabbed your waist helping you sit on his lap. he groaned as you sat on his bare cock, “f-fuck, need those off pretty” he said sliding your underwear off, throwing them. you moaned as his cock poked your pussy, “you alright if I go straight in?” “no condom?” you said a small smile creeping on your lips, “yeah yeah, is that okay?” he said with genuine concern and seriousness in his voice, making eye contact with you. he waited for your response. you nod, “yeah yeah, i’m on the pill just in case” he smiles then biting his lip his eyes never leaving yours. grabbing his cock, rubbing it against your folds, you both groaning from the sudden pleasure. “hehe you’re so wet babyy” he said leaving a sloppy kiss underneath your ear. he kept teasing your clit with his tip, making you moan softly. “mhm kai…please” he looked at your eyes looking for approval to enter you, you nod as he sinks into you. tears forming in your eyes as you moan from the pain soon to become pleasure.

he groaned as his cock disappeared into your cunt. “fuck baby, so tight…you okay?” looking up at you, your mouth agape. you nodded, feeling like your boyfriend was tearing up your insides, but holy shit it felt so fucking good. you leaned over on his shoulder, arching so he could thrust inside you. he held onto your back as he moved almost all the way out and thrusting inside you. “mhm kai!” you moaned as his slammed against you. he rubbed your back with his hand, “that’s it baby, make all those pretty noises for me, wanna hear how i’m makin you feel” he said moaning softly into your ear. kai moved his hips again thrusting back out and into you, becoming a slow pattern. “mhm bab- baby” you moaned your head leaning on his shoulder, one of your hands on his other shoulder and the other gripping the car seat. his moans growing louder, more whinier. “so fucking tight and warm around me…you are perfect baby” he said giggling. you giggled back, then gasping as he hit that one spot that made you feel like mush. reaching back looking at his face, now supporting yourself with both arms on his shoulders. breathing heavily, skin slapping, windows fogging up. god it was so pretty, his moans were so pretty, his face was so pretty, the way his face scrunched up as he slammed into your pretty cunt, so fucking adorable. “did i hit that good spot yeah? mhm you sound so cute, moaning from my cock slamming into that gorgeous cunt of yours” kai said looking up at you, mouth opening moaning. “fuck y/nnie baby…”

his pace getting faster and sloppier. moans getting louder. he slammed his cock into you faster and faster. sweat starting to drop down each others bodies. it was so fucking hot in that damn car, but it was soooo worth it. his hair sticking to his forehead. “kai…mhm kai! getting close so close” you said moaning like crazy. “me too baby, just a little long-” he groaned as you clenched around his cock. “fuck baby…that feels so good, do that again~” you clenched around him again, as he groaned again. “so close gonna cum god…” he moaned. “mhm…kai, i’m almost there” you moaned gripping onto his shoulders, he made his thrusts faster and as deep as he could. “bb so close, godd” he moaned leaning down to your neck sucking on your skin. that pushed you over the edge, clenching around his cock. hitting your peak, moaning so loudly. that sent kai over the edge with one clench he was shooting all his cum into your pussy. “fuck! baby…cumming” you groaned feeling his warm cum filling your cunt. “mhm kaiii” you said looking at him mouth agape your face clenched. he kissed your lips, moaning into your mouth. leaning back, you stared at eachother for a couple seconds breathing heavily. then laughing, he hugged you. “i love you so much bb, you did amazing” he said hugging you tight. “i love you too hyuka, so much” you both groaned as he pulled out of you, cum spilling out of you. “we made a mess…” you laughed, “let’s worry about that later, let’s just breathe” he said pulling you to his chest laying you down tracing patterns on your back. you laid your head to the side looking at the completely fogged up window, kai stared at you. you raised your finger up to the window drawing stars. kai’s eyes lit up as he saw you drawing stars on the window. “oh my god, love you are so adorable it’s killing me” he said kissing your shoulder, rubbing your back. your breathing getting back to normal, “how about we get dressed again, i’m sorry you will have to feel sticky down there for a while, but i promise right when we get to the hotel I will clean you up so well” he said smiling. “okie bb” you said looking at him smiling, leaving such a loving kiss on his lips.

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stars4ni ©

[hotteoki]

music! — huening kai

pairing: huening kai x fem reader

featuring: all of txt, ningning (aespa), yoon keeho (p1harmony)

genre: one shot, smau, fluff, classmates to lovers

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notes: ik it seems like the third pic is an accident (like i repeated hyuka's wtf moment) but i swear it's intentional idk if this makes sense but yh

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make you cry | part three: hyuka's ending

part one | part two: beomgyu's ending

pairing: hueningkai x you, past beomgyu x you

summary: after your falling out with beomgyu, kai becomes your new best friend as you spiral out of control. his actions may not be completely platonic, though.

genre: angst, romance, smut (mdni), best friends to lovers

warnings: smut (mdni), unprotected sex, creampie, dom!hyuka, oral (f. rec), dirty talk, praise, choking (sorry), possessive!kai, just some really sweet sex if u ask me, pregnancy kink

word count: 3.9k

notes: y'all... ik i said this would come out on my bday (which is exactly 2 weeks from now hehe) but i couldn't help but post it as soon as i finished it... lord knows i'm impatient. anyway, i said this would probably never exist but since ppl were asking for it, as the biggest pushover in the world, i couldn't say no ;_; i hope you enjoy it!

"you're not gonna die," kai says softly. "it's a shitty circumstance, but you're just making it harder on yourself."

you hum noncommittally while downing another searing shot of vodka. kai watches in horror as you don't even think to chase it, too much of a hassle, you said.

"look, i know how you're feeling, trust me. i just think that torturing yourself is the worst thing you can do right now. whatever happened to self care in the face of heartbreak?" he pleads, and it's like he's talking to a wall. you had been staring listlessly at the same spot for what had to have been at least an hour — no tears, no nothing. just a blank stare and an insatiable need for the next sip.

"yeah, i know. i just wish things were different." you were miserable being just friends with beomgyu before, but that pales in comparison to how used you feel now that you’ve slept with him. 

"i know, baby. i know." at this point, he kind of just wishes you would cry. the awful look on your face seems significantly worse than if you'd just burst into tears.

beomgyu is your best friend, sure, but as you slowly descended into a pit of unrequited love for him, kai had understood like no one else after a particularly nasty breakup with his serial cheating ex. you two found some sort of secret camaraderie in the feeling of loneliness, something beomgyu would never understand, given how easily everything tended to work out for him. except for right now, you guess.

"alright, i think i'm done here," you slur and shakily stand as the vodka seems to be doing its job. kai scowls in frustration, wishing he could do more for you, but knowing he can't.

-

kai refuses to let you go home alone, so he hitches a taxi for you two. in the backseat of the car, you lean your head on the window and close your eyes, but all you see is the repeating image of beomgyu with a self-satisfied smirk on his face as he shows you the girl who he will probably end up fucking. you feel mentally sick knowing those eyes will never light up that way for you. you feel physically sick knowing that you gave him everything now and it still wasn’t enough. 

then, as if hearing your thoughts, kai carefully slides his hand around your cheek, which is currently somewhat numb from the coldness of the window and bumpiness of the ride, and softly places your head on his shoulder.

when you finally get to your apartment, you invite him in. he can tell you just don't want to be alone, but he doesn't say anything, just wraps an arm around you as you lead him into your bedroom. after plopping down in your bed, he turns to leave before you grab the end of his shirt.

"can you stay with me?" you plead. and he nods without a word. lying down next to you before pulling you in his warm embrace.

"you know, i think you're gonna be just fine," he whispers into the top of your head. and just like that, the dam breaks, and you finally, finally burst into tears. wail, really. 

you kick your legs like a child, chanting "no, no, no," and lamenting on and on about how things are wrong, wrong, wrong. this isn't how things were supposed to go. he was supposed to fall in love with you and open his eyes and see who’s been with him all along. he’d apologize and kiss you gently to make up for lost time. you hate how you hoped against hope that he would return your feelings and finally, finally start respecting you. but none of that happened the way it should. the way you so fervently hoped it would.

kai just pats your head and rubs your hair, all while cooing "shhh, i know. i know.”

you lay there with him, legs all tangled together and heart aching until you fall into a fitful sleep. 

-

you miss beomgyu, that goes without saying, but it's getting easier these days. this is due in no small part to kai’s persistence. he comes to see you nearly every day and calls you when he can’t. you spend countless nights with him on speakerphone. most nights, he talks about his day, where he went, the people he saw. on the really, really bad nights, he’s just trying to console you. like right now. 

“shh, it’s okay. i know,” he whispers into the phone.

“i-i’m sorry, hyuka. i’m just so sad,” you sob.

“no, don’t be sorry. why are you sorry?” he coos.

“because i’m dumping this all over you. it’s not your job to baby me,” you cry, feeling guilty beyond words, which only makes you cry harder.

“you’ve done the same for me. you know that. i couldn’t have gotten through my breakup if it weren’t for you, so you don’t need to be sorry. i’m here. i’ll always be here.” if you were less confused and hurt, you’d hear the extent of his tenderness. you might even realize how he’s bending over backwards in a way that’s reminiscent of the way you did for beomgyu. the way somebody who really loves you only ever does. but as it is, you don’t register any of it.

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beomgyu shows up at your doorstep, sometimes. he doesn’t ever really say anything other than your name in a desperate voice between pleas to let him in, but you never do. you have no idea how strong your resolve will or won’t be if you see his face again, so you do your best to avoid him altogether. on a particularly bad night, though, you feel your self control waning. listening to what he has to say just once couldn’t hurt, right? you can’t stand the uncertainty and this seemingly endless purgatory you find yourself in now. you decide, no matter what the outcome is, you’ll put a stop to it tonight.

with newfound courage, you lightly crack your front door to come face to face with the boy who's been haunting you for months now. his red-rimmed eyes widen in shock as he finally sees you in person instead of from his friend’s instagram account. 

“what do you want?” you attempt to ask coolly, but you sound unsteady even to your own ears. beomgyu doesn’t seem to notice, though, and if does, he doesn’t say anything about it. 

“i just wanna talk to you,” he pleads, and you nod before widening the door and letting him in. you gesture for him to take a seat next to you on your couch and he cautiously sits while never breaking eye contact with you, as if he’s afraid that you’ll disappear if he takes his eyes off of you.

“so?” you ask plainly. he clears his throat as if he's been in a daze until now and nervously begins.

“i-i’m sorry for what i did to you. so, so sorry,” beomgyu says weakly. “and i miss you so much i can’t stand it.”

“then why did you do it?” you ask, not without a hint of malice.

“i.. i don’t know. i think i was just so scared to be hurt that i hurt you instead. but being away from you has shown me just how much i need you.” need. what a strange word coming from beomgyu’s mouth. as for needing you in particular? even stranger. 

“you know, i really didn’t mean to hurt you,” he continues, but even he knows how flimsy his words seem right now.

“i know,” you reply quietly.

“i ruined everything,” he says with a sense of finality, no room for argument. “i know i did. but i-is it always going to be like this? i don’t think i can live without you in my life, one way or another.”

“i don’t know, beomgyu.” he flinches at the use of his full name. “it’s going to take some time before we can be friends again.” if ever. you don’t say those last words, but he can swear he hears them.

“that’s okay,” he says with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “as long as you know that i’m sorry, and that you didn’t and don’t deserve how i treated you.”

“i know,”  you repeat. you can’t believe you’re not bawling and pulling him into your arms right now, for better or for worse, but surprisingly, you don’t feel any of the emotions you could’ve bet your life you would feel. you pity him more than anything, and your heart does ache, but more so for the friendship you lost instead of the love that never was. beomgyu wasn’t your best friend for nothing, so as if he can sense how detached you are from him, he says his next words.

“are you seeing him?” he asks with a tinge of melancholy.

“who?” you ask, taken aback at his sudden question.

“c’mon, be serious. kai.”

“k-kai? what do you mean?” he smiles bitterly at your words. 

“i’ve seen the way he looks at you. if you don’t see it yourself, you’re either delusional or blind. after i last saw you, he really told me all about myself.”

“he talked to you after that?” you ask in shock.

“oh yeah. he said he’d beat the brakes off of me if i ever tried to hurt you again, and the only reason why he hadn’t done it already was because you would be sad.” you pause at his earth-shattering words. your sweet hyuka really said that? you can’t imagine someone as soft and caring as him uttering such unforgiving words, but when you think about how much pain he knew you were in, it makes sense. kai had seen the worst parts of you after beomgyu had broken your heart. only he knew just how much you were hurting, and only he would care as much as he did. you don’t know why, but you can’t help but smile softly at the thought of him being so riled up that he acted completely out of character for you. just for you.

“and if i know you, and i do, i’d say that you probably feel the same way he does.” you gasp at his observation. how could he possibly think that?

“y-you’re wrong! we’re just good friends.” best friends, even. you haven’t really thought about kai in that context. everything you’ve ever done seemed purely platonic on your end. but now that you’re really thinking about it, is it actually? the late night phone calls, spending the night in his arms, waking up to kisses on your forehead and promises to see you later. that’s not what “just friends” do, is it? 

“really? then you’d be okay with him acting the same way he does with you with literally anyone else?” you’re at a loss for words at this. what would you do if kai showed his gentleness to anyone else the same way he does for you? how would you react to him staying up all night on the phone with another girl? to him dropping everything just to make sure she’s eaten? to looking at someone else with infinite warmth and care? you wouldn’t like it at all. 

beomgyu smiles sadly at your reaction. he knows now that you’ll never love him again. not in the way he’s realized he loves you. but that’s okay. love is supposed to be selfless. he realizes that now as he watches you stutter and vehemently deny the love you have so obviously begun to have for another man.

on your end, all you can think is: oh god, how long have you been stringing kai along? since your fallout with beomgyu? or even before that? sure, you could hide under the pretense of being each other’s primary support system in heartbreak, but you can’t do that forever. especially not now. in the middle of your reverie, the sound of your front door opening snaps you back to reality. who else would it be besides the boy in question?

“what the fuck are you doing here?” kai growls when he catches sight of beomgyu. he had just stopped by to see if you’re okay since you hadn’t texted him back in awhile. he figured he’d walk in to you sleeping soundly, not to the sight of you and beomgyu getting cozy on your couch. you, of course, were decidedly not getting cozy with beomgyu in the slightest, but kai couldn’t see that in the midst of his rage. 

“me? i’m leaving now,” beomgyu says, sensing danger and cleverly wanting to escape it.

“yeah, you’d better,” kai spits. 

when beomgyu shuts the door behind him, kai immediately turns to you.

“did he hurt you?” you shake your head no. 

“are you okay?” he asks and all you can do is nod. actually, you haven’t felt this okay in a long, long time. things that didn’t previously make sense to you are incredibly clear now. you love kai, you really do. you loved beomgyu, obviously, but those feelings of pain are gone now that you feel the tenderness that is actual, reciprocated love. 

“kai?” you ask in the middle of his barrage of questions about what happened.

“yes?” he asks, completely dropping his interrogation as soon as you say his name. 

“do you love me?” his face crumbles at this question.

“don’t be stupid, of course i love you. you’re my best friend.” 

“not like that. i mean, do you love, love me?” you search his eyes for an answer. his mouth widens and he sputters for a moment before realizing there’s no way out.

“...yes.”

“since when?” you can’t help but ask.

“since always,” he says with a smile, reminiscent of the words you had spoken to beomgyu all that time ago. you can’t even imagine how kai must have felt when he saw you pining after beomgyu, and for so long. actually, you can. that’s how you felt about beomgyu. your heart aches when you think that you’ve unintentionally inflicted the same pain on the sweetest boy you’ve ever known.

“what about your ex?” 

“she’s not you. and i think… i think she knew my heart was never really in it. not like it is with you. i think that’s why she cheated.” it still hurt to be cheated on by her, to be clear, but not more than it did to see your eyes following beomgyu every second of every day. when he cried to you about her, he was really just crying over you.

“i’m… i know you’re not into me like that, and that's okay, it really is. i just don’t want to lose you.” your heart flutters at his words. kai’s selflessness, his care, his indulgence. his love. you try to imagine a world where kai shows the sides he shows to you to someone else. you’d feel absolutely gutted, now that you think about it. unconsciously, you’ve grown to want to monopolize everything about him. you can’t imagine giving him up, not for anyone. not even for beomgyu.

without another word, you gently place your hands on his cheeks and pull his face towards yours. you kiss him softly, tenderly, and he can’t help but gasp before melting into the kiss. there’s so much care behind it along with love, appreciation, and the sense of making up for lost time.

his eyes redden when you insert your tongue into his pliant mouth. 

“s-stop. any more, and i won’t be able to hold back.” “so don’t hold back,” you say as you grab his hand and lead him to your bedroom.

“a-are you sure?” he asks nervously.

“i’m sure,” you say breathily. “i love you, too. so please, just take care of me, okay?” he can’t hold himself back now. the girl he loves is practically begging him to take her, what kind of person would he be if he said no? so he doesn’t. with great care, he strips your clothes off of you and watches in awe as he sees your naked body in front of him. slowly, intentionally, he lays you down on your bed and admires you for all that you are. your cheeks heat up as he presses kisses onto every inch of your trembling body, almost like he’s trying to mark you with a seal that makes you his own, completely. almost like he’s removing traces of anyone else, and you love the feeling of practically being worshiped by a man who’s clearly in love with you.

eventually, his kisses become more and more fiery as he inches towards your fluttering pussy. 

with a curse, he grabs a pillow and shoves it underneath your hips, raising your glistening cunt so you can more easily fully take in the sight of him lapping up your sweetness like he’s starving. you’ve felt similar pleasure before, but nothing quite like this. is this how it feels to be with someone you love who truly loves you back? you think so. your legs are shaking and involuntarily caging him in between them, but he doesn’t try to resist you. it’s like he could die happily in between your legs as he moans into your cunt, the vibrations racking through your body deliciously. he chuckles when you gasp at the feeling of one of his long, knobby fingers entering your heat. he curls experimentally, you cry out his name when he finds your sweet spot and taps it mercilessly, sliding another finger in and following suit. the sweet feeling of his mouth sucking on your clit and the cruel curling of his fingers is enough to bring you to your climax. you cry out his name as your toes curl and legs shake, which only spurs him further, slurping up your slick like he can’t stand the thought of losing a single drop.

“did that feel good, baby? you wanted me to take care of you, right? so just sit back and let me do it. i’ll make you feel better than you ever have.”

he rips off his shirt and unceremoniously tosses it behind him. you’re panting now, gasping for air, but he’s not done with you yet. he sits up and unbuckles his pants, sliding them down his creamy thighs and letting his cock stand tall. his whole body is flushed pink with embarrassment when you take him all in, matching his reddened member, which is currently leaking profusely with precum. he’s so needy for you, and you can see it all over his bright pink face. you should be tired from the intense orgasm he just gave to you, but you can’t help but gulp in anticipation as he lines himself up with your entrance. slowly, he pushes his wide tip in your spasming pussy. 

“o-oh, god,” he says as he splits you open. you can’t even form words because the stretch you feel is absolutely scorching, so you whine instead. tears spring in your eyes as he shakily pulls out then pierces you with one fluid motion, bottoming out completely. 

“y-you’re going to break me,” you cry.

“oh, baby. it’s alright, you can take me,” he says soothingly, but not without a tinge of mischief. that’s all you get before he begins thrusting into you. the harsh curve of his cock dragging along your walls and inadvertently hitting your g spot relentlessly has you opening your mouth, trying not to drool, but failing when he sticks his thumb in your mouth. like a madwoman, you begin to desperately suck on it, which only fuels the fire even more. 

“you look so pretty sucking on me like that,” he coos. “bet you wish it was my dick instead, don’t you?” he snickers as he stuffs his cock into your pussy. “i’ll give it to you every day, okay? you don’t have to beg.” you nod pathetically in agreement. the thought of kai filling you up every day has you needier than before, somehow. you need this feeling, the feeling only he can give you.

his body is scorching hot in your arms. his cock throbbing inside you? even hotter. you watch in awe as he rams himself into you, your whole body shaking with every thrust. 

“t-take it, you can fucking take it. my pretty girl, so fucking perfect for me,” he praises.

this can’t be your sweet, sweet hyuka, right? but as your teary eyes look up at him, you know it has to be. as if he can hear your thoughts, he smirks as he takes one of his hands and lightly grips your throat. it’s not hard enough to hurt you, but enough to have you whimpering. he calls your name lovingly as he drills into your swollen pussy, walls clenching down around him. you whimpering out his name in tandem with the indecent sounds of his balls slapping against you ring inside his head. he feels more and more that he’s losing his grip on reality as he continues to impale you on his cock. a shudder pulsates through you as you feel an orgasm approaching again. you don’t have to say it’s coming, because he can feel it when you clench around him, pussy begging him not to leave as it sucks him in deeper and deeper. 

“fuck, baby, you look so beautiful coming undone around my cock. so gorgeous, this pussy is the best, never wanna leave it.”

neither of you feel particularly sane at the moment, especially not as he clutches your thigh to steady himself as he thoroughly fucks you into your soiled mattress, hand still gripping your throat. 

“gonna come, gonna get you pregnant so everyone knows not to mess with you. do you want that? do you want everyone to know how good i’m fucking you? that you’re all mine?”

“yes, yes, yes! come inside, please!” you manage to choke out. you place your arms around his neck and dig the heels of your feet into his ass as he drills into you. that’s all it takes, really, before his warm seed fills you to the brim. he moans as he releases his grip on your neck and pumps it further and further into you, pushing his load into your cervix as he peppers your face and neck with sweet kisses. 

he collapses, pushing your hair off of your sweaty face so he can get a better look at you. 

“d-did i hurt you?” he asks cautiously, only sobering up now that his release has come.

“it was good, i liked it,” you giggle, admiring his cuteness. he smiles contentedly as he places one hand on your stomach and gently caresses it. 

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. “can’t believe you’re really mine.” mine. what a beautiful word, only made more beautiful by the boy who’s insisting you belong to each other.

“i could say the same thing about you,” you whisper, placing your hand on his blushing cheeks. 

“wanna go again?” he asks, cock already hardening once more.

“w-what?” you ask dumbly as he shifts from beside you.

“i meant it when i said i want everyone to know you’re mine,” he says, positioning himself over you again and sliding his cock up and down your slit. he was right. you’ve never felt this good before in your life, and you wouldn’t want it to be because of anyone else.

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[dadddybangtan]

aftercare w/ txt (m)

pairing: txt x gender neutral reader

warnings: smut, mdni

word count: 0.3k

a.n. another prompt given to me by a friend. i had a lot of fun thinking about this scenario.

yeonjun,,,

he just finished fucking you dumb. you're both covered in sweat, the sheets are wet with your cum and everything is a huge mess. he carries you to the bathtub and runs a warm bath for you with your favorite epsom salts (to help with the backaches you got for the intense back shots). while the water is filling up, he strips the bed and puts the sheets in the washing machine before he joins you in the tub.

soobin,,,

you've successfully drained him of his cum, but that took a lot of effort out of you. quite frankly, it took a lot of energy out of him too. but that doesn't stop him from cuddling you and giving you water. aftercare with him consists of cuddling close to one another and watching your favorite anime

beomgyu,,,

your sex is rough 99.9% of the time, usually ending with one of you in tears or in pain. this requires some serious aftercare that includes verbal and physical reassurance. he's being overly sweet to you after degrading you, you're gently rubbing his back that you left marks on. all while enjoying a bowl of ramen together

taehyun,,,

taehyun treats sex like a sport or a workout. he has cold water, electrolytes and towels nearby at all times. this makes it incredibly easy to replenish each other before round two. he also praises you for your performance and ask you if you like certain things he did in bed. almost like debriefing your time together.

huening kai,,,

after care with hyuka is (sometimes) better than the sex. during the act, he makes you feel sexy and confident, but afterwards, he makes you feel soft and beautiful. he kisses and coddles you no matter how soft or rough the sex was. it always feels like he’s in love with you because he is. and it always amazes you how a guy with a huge dick like his can be so fucking sweet.

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Jealousy, Jealousy... | Part 7

A/N: don't even have a summary for this. oc is in love with gyu and gyu is in love with another girl but both are virgin losers and gyu is a horndog who would let oc do what she wants to him just as long as he gets to cum.

Word count: 9.8k

Genre: Smut, angst, fluff

Warnings: fem!reader, dom!reader kinda, riding, blowjob, power play, descriptions of a horror movie, inaccurate portrayal of photographers and creative directors, lots of cute moments

You’re on set with the boys shooting promotional pictures for one of their new songs that Yeonjun insisted you'd be perfect for given your affinity for all things horror. It’s called Frost and the concept for the shoot is supposed to portray guys who are hearing voices in their heads trying to drive them mad and they are attempting to fight against them before ultimately succumbing to them, and so you’re doing shots of them getting swayed by the voices contrasting with others where they express fear about what’s happening to them. 

Surprisingly all the boys suit the concept well, even sweet Hyuka was doing a remarkably good job. He was doing this manic laugh and shooting you evil looks that come out really well in the pictures. 

“Wow, Hyuka. These are really awesome shots.” You say, showing him the camera and he laughs. “You sound surprised.”

“I actually am. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Well, you know I’m full of surprises, baby.” He winks, flustering you. Who the hell knew he had it in him?

“Don’t flirt with my girlfriend.” Yeonjun scolds, playfully smacking him.  

“I’m just messing with her. You should’ve seen the look on her face.” Hyuka laughs his piercing laugh, as mischievous as ever, and you give him an indignant chuckle. “You little shit!” 

You raise your hand into a fist, pretending to threaten him, and he bolts, yelling a panicked bye over his shoulder. You shake your head, staring at his retreating form with fondness. 

You’re already done with Soobin and Taehyun’s shots, both of whom did really well too, but your favorite so far you have to say is Taehyun’s. The contact lenses you have him wear coupled with his naturally very intense gaze makes it so he doesn’t need to do much to come off as intimidating. 

“Is it my turn yet?” Yeonjun asks, kissing your temple. 

“No, baby, I’ve saved the best for last.” You coo, never missing an opportunity to compliment him, just so you can see the shy, pleased smile on his face, and he gives you just that. “Beomgyu is next.” 

“Oh, are you going to be okay?” His smile falls and concern replaces it instead, making you roll your eyes. “He’s not going to eat me.” 

“No, but I’m worried about you. You haven’t really talked to him for a while. Do you want me to come oversee the shoot?”

You kinda do. You are just acting strong for him. Fake it till you make it, right? He can’t hold your hand forever. “Don’t be silly. I know you’re starving. Go eat something and I’ll call you when we’re done.” 

“But–” He’s interrupted by his own stomach growling and you laugh, leaning up to kiss him. “Go eat, baby.” 

“Okay. I’ll be thinking of you.” He shouts as he leaves, bringing his hands together across his chest and mimicking a heart beating. 

You laugh again at his antics, but quickly stop when your gaze lands on Beomgyu. He’s sitting by himself on one of the chairs, eyes glued to his phone and blocking everything else out. You walk towards him, clearing your throat. “Beomgyu. It’s your turn.” 

He sighs, pocketing his phone and following you silently. You show him where he needs to stand before getting behind the camera. 

“Beomgyu, I want you to lean onto the mirror and look into it, smiling menacingly as if you’re taunting your reflection. We’ll do another one after that of you looking terrified as if you’re trapped in the mirror. So you should play off that. Got it?” 

He nods, resting his arm above the mirror and leaning forward, staring at himself with a smile.

“Okay, that’s not really what I’m going for. I’m not feeling any chills. I want a piercing gaze and a crazed smile. Try to have your mouth open as if you’re panting, like you’ve just won a fight. Don’t furrow your eyebrows and don’t tense up your shoulders.” 

Beomgyu tries again, leaning his head down so he’s glaring up at the mirror and puts on a lopsided smirk. But you’re still not feeling it. 

“You’re putting on an act, Beomgyu. I can see you thinking. I want you to really believe it. Wait.” You walk towards him, reaching up to fix his hair in the way you want. Or more like make it more messy and unhinged. “Let’s just push this over your eyes like this…”

You’re so used to doing this, you don’t even think about it, messing with his hair and making his makeup more smudged, streaking his eyeshadow here and blotting his lipstick there. It’s only when you’re done and realize he has been staring at you that you quickly step back. “There, all good.”

You try again and again with him, but none of the pictures come out like what you had in mind. You don’t get it. He’s usually much better than this. You’ve done plenty of shoots with him before, and he has never given you this much trouble. You keep trying to instruct him but his head doesn’t seem to be in it, too distracted by something else. 

Normally, you’d ask him what he’s thinking about that got him so out of it but you don’t think you can. Things are too awkward for you and him right now and you’re not sure if opening that can of worms here is the best idea, which all just makes you even more frustrated.

“Beomgyu, the concept is mad not sad.” You sigh, annoyed after what must be the hundredth bad shot. 

“Well, maybe if you gave better directions I would know what to do.” He snaps back, irritating you further. Beomgyu has never criticized your skills before and you don’t exactly take it well, the remark hurting more that it’s coming from him. He has always been a wall of unbending support for you so for him to call you out like this causes cracks in the very foundation of your sense of self worth. 

“If my direction was bad then how come all the others had no problem following it?” You hiss, getting defensive to cover the cracks up, but you quickly back down when you see him opening his mouth to retaliate. You’re not going to get into it with Beomgyu right now. You’re at work. You can’t ruin this for yourself. 

“Forget it. You’ve already wasted so much time. I’ll get around to you later.” You shut him down and walk off, not giving him the chance to argue. 

Were you being short with him? Maybe, but you’ve wanted an opportunity like this for a long time and you were doing so well before him. You need to prove yourself. The boys are gaining more attention every day and this shoot could be really good for your career.

You also have a more personal reason to be snappy with him. After all, he has been avoiding you ever since you’ve admitted that you’ve slept the night with Yeonjun and you’re fucking bitter about that. You don’t understand why he’s acting this way and it’s driving you up the wall. You can take the pain of him not loving you back. You can take the pain of him getting angry at you for stupid reasons. But to ignore you? That you can't bear. 

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“Yeonjun, I need you to look more sharp. I want you to look at the camera as if you’re going to devour it. Don’t look so sweet. And move your right arm up like this.” You instruct him and he follows your lead flawlessly, so different from Beomgyu, and it slowly eases your nerves and allows you to get back in the mood. 

“Good. Keep your head down and look up at the camera with your eyes. Smile a little, no, not too much. We want you to look crazy, but not funny crazy.” 

He laughs at that, offended. “Hey!” 

You snap a couple of pictures of him laughing. You know, just for your own personal collection. “Sorry, babe. There is such a thing as overdoing it.” 

He pouts, acting sulky, and you take pictures of that too. 

“What are you doing?” He raises an eyebrow and you blush. “Doing my job?”

“Those pictures would never make it as promotional pictures and you know it.” He calls your bluff and you shrug. “They can make it as my lock screen though.” 

“I knew it. You’re so down bad for me.” He laughs and you scowl at him. “Shut up. Be professional.” You demand as if you weren’t using paid time to take pictures of your boyfriend for your own personal use. 

“Yes, ma’am.” He salutes you, “Do you think I could play the song on my phone? It might help me get more into the character.” 

“Sure, if you think it will help.” 

He pulls out his phone and plays the song, closing his eyes for a second like he does before doing a dance routine, Kai’s manic laugh from the song ringing around the room before Yeonjun opens his eyes and looks at you, completely transforming in front of you. 

“That’s really good. Keep going.” You encourage. You don’t even have to give him much direction after that, he does it on his own. You just give little modifications here and there but he’s embodying this concept so well by himself. 

“Really lost my mind. Really, really, really lost it.” He mouths the words, pressing two fingers to his head in a trigger motion before rolling his head around. 

“Remember to look at the camera, baby. Not all the time, I want some shots of you looking away so it seems I’ve caught you in the middle of it.” You keep shooting him, getting in different positions and angles to get the best shots as he gets into the music, channeling the darkness of it through him. 

“Now, I want you to snap out of it. Look around as if you’re trying to find the source of the voice.” You instruct and he does it as if a switch had been flipped. He has such a talent for this. “Grab your head and stumble around a bit as if you’re losing your balance. Good.” 

“Now look at the camera.” He looks up at you, eyes wide and filled with fear. You take a few shots before you lower the camera down. “Wow, baby, you did amazing. You’re such a good model.” You praise him and he gives you a lovely smile, completely changing his vibe once again and turning into the sweet boy that only you get to see. 

You smirk, grabbing his chin and making him look at you. “Does someone like being told he’s a good boy?” 

His breath hitches and his smile falls. Shit. You forgot that this is Yeonjun, not Beomgyu. He’s probably not into this. You let go of his chin and step away, an apology on your tongue, but he pulls you back, kissing you. “I do like it. Maybe when we’re done you can show me how much of a good boy I am?” 

Relief soothes your racing heart and you reach up to run your hand through his hair, tugging on the bright orange mess. “Only if you behave.” You brush your lips over his neck, making him shiver. 

“Guys, really? We have children present.” Soobin complains, pointing to Kai. 

“Hey, I’m not a child!” Kai protests in turn, “But I’ll agree to act like a child if it will get those two to stop. Seriously you’re worse than Beomgyu and Haeun." 

That last remark makes your face drop real quick. You're lucky Haeun was too busy to come to the shoot today. With how stressed you are, you might've snapped at her and Beomgyu and made a huge scene. You already almost did it with Beomgyu. You’re sure if she was here, you would’ve lost your cool.  

“Sorry, guys.” You step away from Yeonjun, clearing your throat. You look at Beomgyu to see him staring right at you and Yeonjun, and if looks could kill, you and Yeonjun would be dead now… wait that’s it! That’s the look you want from him. 

“Beomgyu, come with me. I think we can do your shots now.” You motion to him quickly, and Yeonjun gives you a confused look. 

“He’s got the look I want from him. Be right back.” You explain to Yeonjun, getting up on your toes and giving him a quick kiss, partly because you love kissing Yeonjun’s plump lips and partly to annoy Beomgyu further and get him more mad in order to get the pictures you want. 

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Things go much more smoothly this time. Beomgyu was giving you just the look you wanted, glaring at you like he actually wants to pounce on you. It’s great for the shoot, but bad for your heart.

“Now give me a smile.” You say and his lips move ever so slightly, shaped into a weird distorted smile that is so tense, it looks like it might snap into a snarl any second now. It’s the exact vibe you were going for and you didn’t even have to instruct him to do it. It was almost too spot on. 

“Perfect. Now grab your neck as if you’re trying to claw something out, like you can’t breathe.” Even that he does perfectly, fingers digging into his neck as if he’s not worried about his well-being at all. He’s doing it so well that you only take a few snaps before stepping in to quickly stop him. 

“Okay, that’s enough. We’re done here.” You can’t help but walk towards him, pulling his hand off his neck and inspecting the little marks he made there, smoothing your thumb over them as if you could make them go away. 

“What, I don’t get a good boy?” He asks and you snap out of your worried daze, stepping back. 

“Beomgyu…” You warn, annoyed at yourself for slipping. “Don’t start now.” 

“I guess he’s your muse now.” He mutters, looking away, and you follow his gaze to see Yeonjun looking at you. 

Is he? Yeonjun is a natural model–he has proven that today–while Beomgyu requires more prompting. Yeonjun is intense and chic while Beomgyu is ethereal and melancholic.They’re completely different from one another. Can you really compare them? 

You guess that’s a lie. Yeonjun can embody whatever concept you give him, but Beomgyu inspires you to make new concepts. He’ll always be your muse. 

You don’t tell him that though. It would only cause trouble. Instead, you deflect, “We need to do the group shoot now.”

You gather all the boys in one spot, posing them every which way you want, instructing them on where to look, how to stand and what expression to make. It’s a bit overwhelming making sure that they all look good at once, but you’ll have to get used to this if you wanna make a career out of it. 

You’re almost done with the shoot and you’re so proud of how all of you have done so far. You just need a couple more pictures and that’s it.  

“Soobin, look to the side and tilt your head a little to the right. No more. More. A little less. Yes, perfect! The rest of you stay like you are.” You take a few pictures like this, before you call out again, “Baby, look at the camera” 

When you say that, both Yeonjun and Beomgyu turn their heads to face you, and an awkward moment of silence passes before you stutter, “Yeonjun… I mean. Look at the camera, Yeonjun.”

“Awkward…” Hyuka sings and Taehyun elbows him in the stomach. 

You brush right past it, pretending that it didn’t even happen. Though your stammering and blushing doesn’t fool anyone. Thankfully though, it’s all over soon. 

“Okay, boys, that’s it. We’re done!” You cheer, exhausted but happy and confident that you’ve gotten all the pictures you needed. “Anyone want to see some of the photos?” 

They all gather to look at them with varying degrees of enthusiasm. As you scroll through the pictures, they oh and ah at their own shots while making fun of the others for any awkward ones. You expected nothing less from them. 

“Hey, how come your boyfriend got all the best shots?” Soobin grumbles, and you roll your eyes. “He got all the good shots because he posed the best out of all of you.” 

“Bullshit.” Taehyun interjects and Hyuka agrees, “Nepotism is what it is.” 

“Shut up, Kai. That’s not even what nepotism means.” 

“Oh yeah, then how come you gave him the best set and accessories?” He challenges and Yeonjun wraps his arm around you, “So what if she favors me? Are any of you giving it to her good every night? I don’t think so.” Yeonjun boasts, making you blush deeply. 

Whatever reply you were going to make gets cut off by Beomgyu slamming his drink down and storming off. 

“Someone’s in a pissy mood.” Taehyun mutters and Kai adds, “Probably pissed off that all the good shots went to the photographer’s boyfriend.” 

“Drop it, Kai.” Yeonjun snaps and the younger guy raises his hands up in surrender. 

“Ignore them, baby. I think all the shots are stunning.” Yeonjun says, holding you.

“You really think so?” 

He nods, rubbing your arms soothingly, before grinning. “But mine are the best, of course.” 

“You’re all assholes.” You grumble, pushing him away but inside you’re thankful he diffused the awkward situation. 

“Let me make it up to you. You wanna grab something to eat? I’ll buy you your favorite fried crap.” He offers and you clap, excited. “Oh, yum!" 

“Can I come too, baby?” Kai asks, making kissy faces at you before running away as Yeonjun takes off his shoe and throws it at him. 

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“Junnie?” You call out and he blinks, looking up at you. “Are you okay? You’ve been quiet for a while now.” 

“I’m just a bit worried.” He sighs, making you frown. “About what?”

“I think we’re really close to being signed. We’re having promising talks with a couple of record companies and the whole process is really stressed out.” 

“But isn’t it a good thing?” You ask, confused. Didn’t the boys want to be signed for a long time? Is he having second thoughts? 

“It is, but we all know the stories of artists getting scammed by companies and having their masters stolen, or having their creativity stifled by the execs, or losing their sound… as the front man I really wanna make sure to do this right. I don’t want to let my members down.” 

“Oh, Junnie, I know you’ll do your best.” You reach out to grab his hand, squeezing in comfortingly. He’s such a good hyung to his members, always so reliable and trying to make everything easier for them so they don’t have to stress like him. “But you can’t put all of this on your shoulders only. The boys need to contribute to the decision too. After all, it’s their future too.”

“I know but it really bums them out thinking about all this. They’re here for the music, you know? Not the corporate dance.” 

“Neither are you. They’re big boys. They can handle it. They need to do this too. They need to take on part of the responsibility.” Your hand moves up his arm, stroking it. It’s not fair for him to take on all this burden by himself. Besides, it’s not good in the long run. The boys need to make a joint decision or conflict and blame could arise later. “I can’t have you losing your hair over this. I don’t really like bald guys.” 

Yeonjun gives you a betrayed look. “Hey! Are you saying you won’t be with me if I was bald?” 

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” You confirm and he scoffs, pretending to be offended. “You’re so fake.” 

“Probably. But I took your mind off it for a second there.” You tease, using the same trick he used on you when you were crying. 

“I think you’re gonna need to do a lot more to take my mind off it.” He tells you suggestively and you roll your eyes. 

“Eat your heart attack-inducing food first, then we’ll talk.” 

He grabs a drumstick and bites off a piece of it like he’s in a cartoon, making you burst out laughing. 

"You know what I noticed?" He asks after chewing his food, and you hum in acknowledgement, prompting him to go on, "Your style has changed since we've started dating. It's become edgier and more trendy. If I didn't know any better I'd say you were trying to impress me."

You blush, feeling caught. "Good thing you know better then."

"Well, since I know better, I won't say that I would find it really cute if you were trying to impress me or that it would make me feel really special."

"Well, if I were doing it to impress you, it would be because you're really special.” You say sincerely, looking him right in the eyes, before shrugging, “Luckily, this is all hypothetical." 

You continue to stare at him as he laughs. 

“What?” He asks, and you tell him, "You're doing it again." 

"Doing what?" He gives you a confused look. 

"Laughing in that adorable way that makes your nose scrunch up and makes me wanna tackle you to the ground and kiss you all over your stupid face." 

What happens next is so groundbreaking, you almost can't believe your eyes. You actually make him blush. And your stupid heart that has been beating non-stop for Beomgyu, falters in its incessant pace a second to let Yeonjun in. 

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It’s going good with Yeonjun. Despite the flirty and confident persona he portrays for his fans, behind closed doors he’s shown you many sweet and shy moments. He’s attentive to you despite how busy he is with his career and his clear passion for music. And he’s really, really sexy. 

Yes, his flirtiness can make you feel insecure sometimes and it does make you wonder if he’ll get sick of you one day and jump to someone prettier and new like guys in a band so often do, but you think you could overcome that feeling with time. You’re just being insecure. It’s part of his job. He’s not actually this cocky playboy. He has to act that way to bring in the fans.

Except he kind of is a playboy. He has dated many other girls before you and he has broken up with all of them. Who is to say that that won’t happen to you too soon? Who knows when he’ll get sick of you? Maybe he’s just waiting to scope out his next girlfriend before breaking up with you. 

No, you’re being paranoid. He’s just entertaining his fans. It means nothing. Just because he dated a lot before you, doesn’t mean you’re just another notch on his belt. This doesn’t mean anything, especially not his innocuous interactions with his fans. 

Yeah, you’re not bothered at all watching him deliver not-so-subtle pick up lines to his horde of fangirls and watching them giggle and swoon over him. You don’t care that he lets them touch him and hug him. You don’t even notice the panties they throw on stage for him or that they ask him to sign their bras. It’s all good. 

“You okay, doll?” Yeonjun throws his arm around you, nudging you. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t let me keep you from your girlfriends.” You mutter, pushing his arm off, and storming off. Okay, maybe you are a little bothered.

You hear footsteps behind you and quicken your pace but he catches up to you eventually. Damn his long legs. “Hey, hey, what was all that about?”

“This may come as a shock to you but I don’t exactly enjoy you flirting with other women.” You grit, your anger bubbling up in your stomach and forming acid around your bitter words. 

“You know I’m just doing my job.” He defends himself and you scoff. “Your job is singing. Not getting their panties wet.” 

“That is still part of the job. You think all those successful bands don’t get where they are by appealing to the fangirls? You really think it’s just about the music?” He may have a point but that doesn’t make you feel any better about his behavior. At the end of the day he is still acting inappropriately around girls who aren’t his girlfriend.  “No, you’re right. I’m sorry. Want me to go invite some of them back to your room for some quality fanservice?” 

He laughs at that, and it’s far from the sweet laugh you adore. “You have no right to act jealous. Not when I have to watch you everyday staring longingly at your best friend. Your best friend who you live with and have messed around with before by the way. How do I know you won’t fall to your knees the moment he asks you to suck him off?”

"Fuck you, Yeonjun." You tear up at the unexpected attack, and turn around to leave. You can't believe he is throwing this in your face. 

“Wait. I’m sorry.” He holds you back, brushing your hair away from your face and seeing the tears budding in your eyes. “I don’t mean to be an asshole. I know you don’t like the way I act but it’s my job. My livelihood depends on it. I’m not doing it just for fun. You know that.” 

You look away, conflicted. Yes, you do know but that doesn’t make it suck any less. “Do you have to let it go that far though?” You pout, images of your boyfriend with his arm around random girls or letting them touch his face or hold his hand flashing behind your eyelids. 

“I will try to tone it down.” He concedes and you finally look at him. “No letting them kiss you?” 

“No.”

“No sexual innuendos?” 

“No.”

“No signing their bras?” 

“So just their breasts?” 

You go to leave but he pulls you back flush against his body. “I’m kidding.” He kisses you and you reluctantly let yourself fall into the kiss. God, why do you pick the hardest boys to love? 

Speaking of which…

“And I’m sorry for what I said about Beomgyu. I trust in you not to do that just as you trust in me not to cheat. But I’m not sorry about the part where I don’t like you living together.”

“What?” Your frown. What is he trying to say? 

“You’re in love with the guy. Living with him won’t allow you to move on. You need to move away from him to let us move on.” He clarifies, not really making it easier for your brain to compute. 

“Oh."

"We can never move forward in our relationship if you're holding onto him." He presses, seeing your resistance to his words. “Come live with me. Leave whatever this thing you have with him in the past and take the next step with me.” 

"But he's my best friend. We promised each other we'd stay together." You say as if that means anything to him, and the look he gives you is what an adult would give to a naive child thinking their family pet really went to live on a farm. "Are you going to live together even when both of you are married?"

"No. But it's too fast. He's so freaked out about everything changing. This is gonna send him into a breakdown." You resist still, maybe because some of what you’re saying applies to you too. You’re not sure if you’re ready to do this. 

"Don't you think that's a little weird?” Yeonjun challenges your statement, forcing you to examine your unusual situation with Beomgyu for the first time. “You two have an unhealthy attachment to each other. You’re not together and believe me no boyfriend or girlfriend is gonna tolerate how you two are acting. I know I can't."

But you can’t think about it too deeply right now, not on the spot like this, not when there is a plain threat in his words. "Are you giving me an ultimatum?"

"No. I'm just asking you to set some boundaries." 

Is that the same thing? You sigh. "Can you… just give me some time to think it through?"

Yeonjun doesn’t like that. "You know I'm right."

"Please." 

What he’s asking you is huge. With how Beomgyu isn’t talking to you, moving out of the apartment might spell complete doom to your friendship, and you don’t know if you are ready to risk that yet. Maybe you can work it out while still living with Beomgyu. Maybe you can find a way to move forward with Yeonjun while still retaining your friendship with Beomgyu. 

"Fine." Yeonjun backs down for now, but this is clearly not the end of it. 

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When you get home, you find a strange surprise waiting for you… A pillow fort?

"What's this?" You ask Beomgyu suspiciously and he beams at you, pulling you towards the structure he made. "Come on in. Come on in!"

You let him take you inside with him, seeing it lined with pillows and soft fuzzy blankets and all kinds of snacks you could ever need. The only light illuminating the inside coming from the small laptop filled with movies for you to watch. 

"What's all this for?" You ask, very confused at the sudden change in his attitude. What has gotten into him? 

"Well, I know I've been an ass–"

You don't mean to snort but you can’t help it–interrupting him–and he shoots you glare, albeit a playful one. 

"I know I've been an asshole," He repeats, not deterred. "But I was worried about what Yeonjun was gonna do to you and I was frustrated you weren’t listening to me. I’ve seen him blow through girlfriends many times before–maybe not in a way that is meant to intentionally hurt them but he just doesn’t seem to be ready for something serious yet. It always seemed like the girls were way more into him than he was into them and that eventually leads to the relationship breaking down and the girls getting hurt and I didn’t want that to happen to you. I didn’t want you to get hurt like that.” 

His words echo your own doubts. You’ve been wondering about this exact yourself. Yeonjun is great. He’s fun and sweet and he makes you smile, but if you let yourself fall for him, will he be able to love you too? 

Is that even a fair question to ask? Doesn’t everyone go into relationships not knowing if the other person will end up liking them the same amount? And can you really be the one wondering about this when you’re the one in love with your best friend? 

You don’t say anything though, just letting Beomgyu continue, curious about where he is going with this. “But in my attempt to try to prevent that I've stupidly gone and hurt you myself. I got angry and vindictive and I lost sight of what I was trying to do… I also was being selfish because I didn’t want to lose you to him. I’m so used to it just being the two of us and it made me a little jealous that suddenly he’s taking all your time and attention. I used to be your number one guy.” 

You look at his pout, trying miserably to fight down the tears his words are springing up. He is still your number one. That’s the problem. 

“You said all of this already.” You say quietly, looking down and trying to hide your glossy eyes from him. 

“I know, but what I didn’t say is that I don't know if Yeonjun will stay like this forever or if he's going to break your heart and force me to cut his balls off, but I wanna be there regardless.” He proclaims, sounding exactly like the best friend you terribly missed, the obvious joke not taking away from the seriousness of what he’s saying. “I don’t want to lose you over this. I want us to go back to how we were before all this mess. Do you think we can do that?" 

You look up at him, his pretty face shimmering and swimming around in your tearful vision, making his already ethereal features appear celestial. He looks at you as if you could ever deny his request. How can you ever say no to him? 

"Yes, Beommie." You finally say, letting the tears fall. 

"Hey, hey…" He coos, grabbing your face and kissing your tears away. "Don't cry. You know seeing you cry will just make me cry too." 

“I can’t help it. I missed you, you idiot.” You wail, and he pulls you into his arms, rocking you back and forth and rubbing soothing circles on your back. 

“I missed you too. So much. You don’t even know.” You hear his voice falter and you know he’s crying too. 

You stay there for a while–you don’t know how long–until you and him have calmed down enough to be able to string together words again. He’s the first to pull back, but only so he can look you in the eyes. 

“You look so pretty when you cry.” He whispers, wiping your tears away and you cover the way your heart skips a beat at that with a cough, pushing him away to give yourself room to breathe in something that isn’t him. 

“Shut up.” You mumble, wiping your tears away with your sleeve before looking around awkwardly, trying to change the subject. “So what movies do you have for us?"

Thankfully, Beomgyu follows your lead. "Top gun of course!' 

You groan. 

"I'm kidding. I'm kidding. I got you one of those foreign horror movies you love so much." He shows you that he chose a French movie called Martyrs. 

"Aw, you really do love me." You exclaim, covering your heart with your hand.

“I know. I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” He mutters, sitting down and motioning for you to do the same. You sit down next to him, leaving a small gap between you. 

“Hey, what are you doing?” He asks, and you look at him in confusion. He rolls his eyes and opens his arms to you. “You can’t have Movies and Cuddles Monday without the cuddles.” 

You hesitate for a second, wondering if you really should do this. Is this too intimate? Would this be considered cheating on Yeonjun?

No, you’re being ridiculous. People cuddle with their best friends all the time. You can do that. 

“Right.” You get into his embrace, and he holds in in both arms. 

“Okay, let’s start the massacre.” 

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“I think I’m gonna throw up.” Beomgyu groans, burying his face in your neck as screen shows the main lead being flayed alive. 

“Well, don’t do it on me!” You squeak, trying to pull away to hide the goosebumps that have erupted on your skin when his lips brush against you, but he’s holding onto you too tightly.  “Don’t go. You made me see this. I’m traumatized.” 

“You’re the one who picked the movie.” 

“Because I wanted to satisfy your blood thirst.” He mumbles and you laugh. “I don’t even like gore. I prefer the subtly creepy.” 

“Yeah like that game you like where the character takes a pill and entrails fall from the sky.” 

“Hey, entrails can be subtle.” You grumble, relaxing back in his arms. “Now shut up. I wanna see the ending.” 

Beomgyu sits in silence, holding onto you tightly as the character called Mademoiselle leans over the flayed woman to hear what she has to say after achieving martyrdom. You watch with bated breath, not feeling any of the anxiety you’re supposed to feel as the cult members ask the Mademoiselle what the main character told her–too relaxed with the way Beomgyu massages your scalp with his fingers. If you were a cat, you’d be purring right now. 

Even Beomgyu keeps his mouth shut as the Mademoiselle grabs a gun and shoots herself, taking the secret with her to the grave–the both of you seeming to be in a trance. It’s only when the credits roll does he speak up. 

“I can’t believe they didn’t tell us the secret to the afterlife.” Beomgyu complains softly, not making any move to disentangle you from his arms,and neither do you.

“Yeah right, like they would tell us the secret to the afterlife.” You snort at your naive friend, “Besides the movie isn’t about that.”

“Yeah, and what is it about, genius?” He challenges. 

“Um, it’s clearly about the exploitation of the working class so the rich can achieve knowledge and even more power–no it’s about the exploitation of women of the working class.” 

“You just pulled that out of your ass.” 

“Maybe. But that could be right.” You shrug, your shoulder once again brushing against his lips. “Do you have a better theory, idiot?” 

“Yeah, my theory is that the director just wanted to make the most disgusting movie possible and made up this whole martyrdom story to justify the torture inflicted on the characters, and that’s why he couldn’t come up with an actual answer to what happens after death.” 

“Maybe that’s the point. We were never meant to know the answer. Knowing the answer renders life and its struggles meaningless. That’s why the Mademoiselle killed herself.” 

“Or maybe Anna told her a lie that she knew would fuck her up and get her to kill herself. Perfect revenge.” 

“That doesn’t make sense. At the start of the movie we see that when Lucy got revenge on one of the families, it still wouldn’t make her guilt go away so clearly the movie views revenge as a non-viable option.” 

“Hey, when did you become so smart? I thought Movies and Cuddles Monday was supposed to be about mindless consumption of media and making stupid jokes about plots we’re not smart enough to comprehend.” He looks at you in suspicion and you meekly answer, “I may possibly have started reading some books–”

He gasps. “Books? Dear lord, save us.” 

“You’re just worried you’ll stay the only dumb one.” You poke his nose teasingly and he tries to bite your finger, making you withdraw it with a giggle. 

“Doesn’t matter. Smarts are for ugly people. I’m too pretty.” 

You smile fondly. “Yes, you are.” 

He wraps his arms around you even tighter, letting out a small contented hum as the credits roll, neither of you moving to start another movie or turn off the computer. How can you when it makes you feel so safe and content, like you could want for nothing else in the world as he strokes your hair with one hand and your arm with the other.  

Every emotion you've been working so hard to smother comes roaring back. And you realize that you and Beomgyu are not just friends. Probably can never be just friends. This is why Yeonjun insisted you move out. You can't be this close to Beomgyu without falling back into your old habits. If you wanna give Yeonjun an honest chance, you need to get some space. 

“Beomgyu… do you ever think about living with Haeun?” 

He frowns. “Why? Did she say anything to you?” You almost laugh at his look of terror. Almost. If you weren’t so terrified of what you have to say to him.

"Yeah she told me on one of our weekly get togethers." You snort, then hesitate. “It’s just… Yeonjun wants me to move in with him.” 

He pulls away from you, face hardening, and your body is suddenly left defenseless against the cold chill in the air. "What did you tell him?"

You want to tell him that you said No. You want him to take you back in his arms. Even if he doesn’t love you back, this can be enough for you, right?  "I said I'd think about it."

"Think about what? This is way too soon. You can't just move in with him. What if you break up? Then you'd be left homeless because you were so stupid as to move in with a guy you've only been dating a few months." 

His anger is like lashings to your cold skin. Why does he keep doing this to you, making you let your guard down before attacking you once more? Does he not know how hard this is for you too? "Beomgyu, you said you weren't going to be an asshole anymore." 

"I just don't understand why you'd do something like that." His frustration is palpable. He is looking at you as if you’re just doing this to hurt him. 

"Because Yeonjun doesn't like me living with you after we messed around."

You shouldn't have said that. That just makes him angrier. "And you’re just going to do whatever he tells you to do? Are you one of those girls who does everything her boyfriend tells her?"

His accusation pisses you off. He’s treating you like you’ve committed a crime for wanting to move forward with your boyfriend. "No, but he has a right to be weirded out by us living together. I know I wouldn't be happy about him living with a girl he hooked up with."

"Oh yeah, and what's next? He's too weirded out by us hanging out? Talking? Looking at each other?" 

"You're being overdramatic."

"Am I?" He shouts, “This is why I didn’t want you to date him. He is taking you from me.”

The fucking audacity for him to say this as if he hasn’t been terrible to you ever since you started even expressing interest in Yeonjun. This would never have happened if he had been an actual goddamn friend to you. 

“He isn’t taking me from you. You’re pushing me away.” 

“You know he’s only going to hurt you?” He says, hitting you right where it hurts. It’s one thing for you to doubt your relationship with Yeonjun, but it’s another thing entirely for your friend and his to keep telling you that it’s never gonna last. 

Does he really have no faith in you? Does he not think you’re pretty enough, good enough to keep yeonjun’s attention? Does he think it’s impossible for Yeonjun to actually love you? 

You start tearing up again. "Why are you being like this?"

“Because it’s what he is. You’re making a huge mistake. You're choosing this guy you just started dating over our years of friendship."

You shake your head. "Why does it have to be either or. Why can’t I have my boyfriend and my best friend?"

He lets out a condescending laugh. “I’m not the one making you choose!” 

But he is. He has been making you choose since the beginning. He just doesn’t like it because for once you’re not putting him and his ridiculous demands first. 

“He is not making me choose.” You defend Yeonjun and yourself. “He just doesn’t want us to live together.” 

“You really think he’ll end it at that? You don’t think he’ll demand more bit by bit? Next it will be ‘I don’t like him touching you.’ then it will be ‘don’t hang out with him so much’ and then ‘why do you even need to see him. We can just stay in.’ and before long he’ll have completely phased me out!”

“Well maybe there should be some boundaries. We did hook up together. It’s normal for him to feel insecure. And maybe we’re a bit more touchy than other friends are. Maybe I should only be cuddling with my boyfriend and that only my boyfriend should be kissing me…” You’re saying this more to yourself than to him. Even what happened earlier wasn’t really appropriate. It could be for completely platonic friends but you know that’s not what you and Beomgyu are. Not for you, at least. 

“See? It’s already happening!” He exclaims, and you sigh. There is no point arguing with him. He’s too upset to see reason. “I’m sorry, Beomgyu…”

"Forget it. Forget all of this." He stands up and takes the pillow-fort apart. "Enjoy living with your boyfriend." 

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You quickly gathered a few essential items that you'll need along with a change of clothes before you texted Yeonjun to come pick you up. You'll get the rest of your stuff later. You just can’t handle being in this house anymore. 

"Are you okay?" Yeonjun asks when you get into his car. 

"Yeah, it's just Beomgyu is really mad at me." You sniffle, trying to hold back your tears. 

"Of course. That fucking idiot." Yeonjun curses and you agree. "Such an idiot."

"Want me to go beat him up?" He offers but you shake your head. "I really don't think you two having a cat fight is gonna lift my spirit up."

"Hey!" He shouts, offended, but he can't help but give you a smile–his sweet smile that you love so much. 

"But that might." You smile back, wiping your nose before bending over to give him a kiss. 

"Didn’t know I'd be eating snot today." He says as he pulls back and you smack him. "I wiped before I kissed you!" 

He laughs and tries to kiss you again but you push him away. "No. I've revoked your right to kisses." 

“Is that so?” He quirks an eyebrow up and you nod, indignant. 

"And what if I told you I have some great news that will make you wanna kiss my face off?" 

“What?” You look suspiciously at the massive grin on his face. "You know the director of Elements magazine?"

"Do I? Of course! She's one of my inspirations." You gush, excited at what he could possibly have to say about her. 

"Well, I've been talking to her about you–"

"What?” Your face falls, terrified. “What–what would you talk to her about me for?"

"She's interested in your work." He tells you and you give him an unflattering snort in disbelief.  "Yeah, right. What do I have to show her?"

"She's actually seen the shoot you did with us and would like you to send her more of your stuff because she thinks she may want you to do a pictorial for the magazine."

“Shut up.” You gape at him. You? Do a pictorial for Elements magazine? "Oh god, I think I'm gonna pass out." 

“Please, don’t. I don’t know how I’d be able to explain why I have a passed out girl in my car to anyone who saw.”

You shoot him a glare, but there is no heat behind it. "How do you even know her?”

"I've done some modeling for her before." He shrugs as if that isn’t a big fucking achievement, "I told you, networking is everything."

"You're amazing." You breathe out in awe. 

"I know." He replies confidently and you suddenly shriek, kicking your feet in excitement. "Oh my god, I can't believe she liked my stuff!" 

"Why wouldn't she? You’re great." You turn to him, a huge smile on your face before you bend over the console and give him a big kiss. "You are so getting laid."

"That's why I did it." He jokes, starting the car before pulling out of the parking spot. 

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"Welcome home." Yeonjun says, putting your bag down in his bedroom. 

Yeah, you guess this is home now. You look around, trying to process the fact, and Yeonjun comes up behind you to wrap his arms around you. “You can redecorate a bit if you want. I’ll give you a whole corner of the room.” 

You turn around in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck. “You’re very generous.” You kiss him slowly, deepening the kiss as you go, pushing your tongue into his mouth as your lips move against each other. “My good boy.” 

“Oh, are we doing this?” He raises an eyebrow at you. 

“You deserve it.” You push his jacket off before slipping his white tank top over his head. As soon as his chest is bare, you attack your lips to it, kissing it all over. Your lips tingle as it comes in contact with his warm skin over and over again and you feel his little moans vibrating through his chest as he slowly gives into the pleasure, shivering a bit when you wrap your lips around one of his nipples. 

Your hands trail down his body, grabbing at his waist on the way, kneading it, before moving to his pants. You unbutton and unzip them slowly, rubbing the back of your hand over the bulge there, making his breathing stutter. 

“Baby…” He pouts at your teasing, and you lean up to give his pretty lips a kiss. 

“Want it, darling?” You ask, continuing to brush your hand over him teasingly and he nods. “Okay. Just because you’ve been so good to me.” 

You put your hand in his boxers and pull out his cock, stroking it to full hardness while kissing his addictive lips. 

“You’re so good to me, Yeonjun. You deserve to be pampered.” You tell him, twisting your hand over the head of his cock as your lips go down his neck and along his chest until you have to get on your knees to go further. You kiss his abs gently before opening your mouth and giving his skin a playful nip which makes him jump. 

“Hey, that’s not pampering.” He protests and you laugh, licking the reddening spot soothingly as you continue to tease his dick with your hand. 

“I was just thinking about how you seduced me with this at the party.” You tell him and he grins. “So I was–ahh–right? It was my rock–fuck–hard abs that got you?” 

It’s hard for him to keep a straight face when your fingers are twisting so sinfully around his hard cock. “Maybe I ran into you on purpose t-to–shit–give me the chance to take off my shirt in front of you.” 

“Diabolical.” You hum, kissing all over his tummy, getting closer and closer to his aching cock before moving up again, just to tease him, then repeating the process all over again until he starts dripping in need. 

“Baby, please…” He finally calls out when he becomes so needy that your palm gets all sticky with his arousal. 

“I got you, baby.” You finally take him into your mouth, the taste of him familiar by now. 

Over the few months you’ve been dating Yeonjun, you’ve gotten very acquainted with what he likes and how he likes to be touched. You learn what makes him tick and where he is sensitive. It’s no longer entirely nerve-wracking to be with him. There are some things you can do and say that you can rely on that are guaranteed to get him in the mood

But today is different. You’ve never tried to take the lead from him before. In a way, you’re both more confident and more nervous–more confident because you know how to do this better, you’ve done this a lot with Beomgyu… and more nervous because you’ve never done it with Yeonjun. What if he doesn’t like it? 

Your movements are slow, meant to tease and build up rather than push him over the edge. Your tongue swirls slowly around his flushed head and laps up any precum leaking from his slit while your thumb and index finger make a circle around his cock and slowly move up and down the bottom of his shaft, working him up until he’s begging again. 

“More–please, I need more.” He breathes, voice tight and needy. 

It’s a lot different from Beomgyu… If it was Beomgyu, he’d be crying and whining loudly, his mouth spouting off all kinds of filth in an attempt to get you to throat his dick. He’d be squirming and trying to push his dick further down your mouth, bucking his hips into your hand so you’d jerk him off faster… 

But Yeonjun is not Beomgyu. He stands there, as still as he can, and lets you do what you want. 

Only interrupting with a quiet plea when he can’t take it anymore. Is that better? Is it worse? You don’t know. All you know is that you need to get Beomgyu out of your mind, stop comparing them. Yeonjun is yours, Beomgyu is not. Yeonjun is here for you to touch and taste and feel, Beomgyu isn’t. Yeonjun has opened his heart up to you, and it’s insulting to think of another guy when you’re with him. 

So you get off your knees and kiss Yeonjun, letting yourself focus on him and only him. You push the rest of his clothes off his body, and let him do the same to you, letting his hands wander and squeeze and caress as he does so–because you’re his. 

You lead him towards the bed, pushing him on it and climbing on top of him, lining yourself up with his hard cock before catching his gaze, seeing the way he lies still and waits for you to do, before you sink down on him. 

He lets out a deep sigh when you’re seated on his hips, his cock buried all the way inside you. 

“This what you wanted, darling?” 

He nods, resting his hands on your thighs, not pushing or pulling, just letting you take your time. Is it a sign of patience and letting you take the lead or is it a lack of passion and indifference? These are the thoughts that plague you. 

But you’re too much of a coward to ask, so you just lift yourself up and fall down on his cock, establishing a steady rhythm. He lets out quiet moans and pants, responding to the way your hips move and your pussy works over his cock, his eyes alternating from staring at your form to rolling into the back of his skull when the pleasure becomes too much. 

“Is it good?” You ask and he nods. “So good.” 

Still restrained. Still subdued. But you take it. You take it and you run with it, bouncing faster on his cock, your gaze stuck to his face, eating up every little twitch and sigh that escapes him, so focused on him that you neglect your own pleasure, only noticing when his right hand brushes up your thigh and his thumb grazes your clit. 

“What are you doing, baby?” You ask, hand circling around his wrist but not pulling it away. 

“Don’t wanna cum alone. Want you with me.” 

Is it really you domming him if he can still do whatever he wants? You don’t know but you don’t have to decide right now. You can just take it slow. You can work things out the kinks bit by bit. 

“That’s a bit quick, don’t you think?” You venture to tease him, hoping he’d give you the response you’re looking for, and he does… somewhat. “Can’t help it. You just look so sexy bouncing on my cock. You should dom me every day.” 

You groan, thighs burning as you ride him faster, needing him to really mean it. “Don’t talk like that.” 

“Like what?” He purrs, his thumb still circling your sensitive nub. 

“Like you’re still in control.” You finally push his hand away, pinning his arms next to his head, but maddeningly, he just smirks up at you. 

“You want the control, you’re going to have to take it, doll. I am not going to just show my belly and give you the lead so easily.” 

“You’re insufferable.” You hold his wrists with one hand and use the other to wrap around his throat, not cutting off his circulation but just holding it tight enough to make a point. 

“That’s more like it.” He gasps, craning his head back to give you an easier purchase on his neck. “I’m close.” 

“Why should I let you cum?” You challenge, digging your fingers just a little more into his neck, clenching your pussy just a little tighter around his cock. 

“Because you like it when I empty my balls inside your little pussy.” He sucks in a sharp breath, his control slipping just a little bit, and you latch onto that. 

“I do like it, but what I like more is making bad boys cry.” You threaten, slowing down your movement until you’re barely riding him. “I’m sure it would feel just as good getting off your cock and making myself cum on my fingers. Just seeing your needy cock all hard and red with no relief would be more than enough to get me off.” 

He frowns. “You wouldn’t…” 

You make a show of getting off his cock and he quickly cries out. “No, wait. Okay. You win. I’ll be good.” 

You raise an eyebrow at him before going back to riding him fast, not giving him the chance to challenge you again. “Well, that was easy.” 

He does well by shutting up this time, his full lips pulled into a hilarious pout. 

“Are you close?” You ask him when his eyebrows begin to furrow and he nods. You let go of his wrist, telling him to keep them there as if you could’ve stopped him if he wanted to overpower you. 

You use your now free hand to rub your clit, pushing yourself towards your own high. 

Yeonjun doesn’t like that. “I could do that for you.” 

He tries to reach out to touch you but you let go of his throat and swat his hands away. “No. Only good boys get to touch.” 

He gives you a little whine–a semblance of what you crave from him. Maybe the rest will come in time. 

“I’m close.” You tell him, fingers desperately moving over your pussy as you ride him. “Want you to cum with me.” 

He nods, his hips moving for the first time under you, helping the both of you over the edge. 

“Yeonjun–fuck!” You throw your head back, eyes squeezed tight as your body shudders with release. Yeonjun hands reach out to hold your hips flush against his as he empties himself inside you, a long groan slipping from his pretty lips. 

“Fuck.” You gasp, falling down when your orgasm leaves you, and Yeonjun opens his arms to take you in, holding you close to him, your hearts beating rapidly still. 

This whole day has been an emotional rollercoaster for you, and the release of pent up energy leaves you spent, your body all but becoming boneless in Yeonjun’s embrace. 

He kisses the top of your head, his hand smoothing through your wet hair as the both of you catch your breath. You feel your eyelids getting heavy with exhaustion, the heat of his embrace now a familiar night-time companion, and you find yourself drifting off to sleep. 

"Thank you again for choosing me for the Frost shoot." You mumble, eyes closed. He may have just changed the whole trajectory of your career. 

"No need to thank me. It was all Beomgyu's idea." 

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A/N: one more chapter to go. as always your feedback makes me update faster so don't be shy to drop in a message. the author note in the last chapter will contain a link to my patreon for the alternative ending for the losing boy so look forward to that

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Pool Boy (4) | Hueningkai

Huening Kai - TXT

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~4.5k o=o

Pairing: Hueningkai x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Porn without Plot

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Small Age Difference (Unspecified, he calls her Noona), Pet Names (she calls him precious), Swearing, Kissing, Oral (F! & M! Receiving), Fingering, Semi-Public Sex, Car Sex, Unprotected Sex (Use a condom! She's on the pill)

Summary: Losing the chance of closing up the pool for the night, you take advantage of your car being the only one in the park lot… Some plot is there, but it so doesn’t matter.

Author's Note: This originally was going to be part of a really long series with a lot of plot, but it was taking too long and I was putting too much plot, more than I had initially planned. Because of that, I cut nearly all plot out and it's still four-thousands words of just fucking so…

PS. Hyuka is my bias~

None of the parts are reliant on the others, there is just a version for each boy.

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"You're so freaking cute…" You muttered and his head shot up to gape at you.

"What?"

"What?"

"I-," You were about to take a bite and pretend you didn't say anything. You had been flirting with Hyuka for a few days now, but it seemed he wasn't picking up what you were putting down. Maybe you were wrong because he put his sandwich down and got up from the stool. Wondering what he was doing, you set your fork down. He came closer and you tried to stay relaxed when he went to stand between your legs. He was big, leaning over you, thick thighs, and broad shoulders. His face was so freaking sweet, a stark comparison. Kai leaned forward and you let him do what he wanted. A small kiss pressed to your cheek, then another at the corner of your mouth. You smiled at the gentleness, his big hands coming to cup your jaw softly. Right before he could finally press his lips to yours-

"Uh?" Someone cleared their throat at the front office entrance, and he pulled back aggressively. The coworker smiled, her eyes mischievous.

"I won't tell but keep an eye out." She winked and left.

"Don't worry about it Hyuka." You got off the stool, laying your hand on his shoulder. When his eyes went back to you, they softened back to what you normally saw, the fear gone. You smiled, bringing your hands to play with his hair, fingers rubbing at the back of his neck. His hands came to your waist, and he turned pink when your breasts squished into him. Hyuka nuzzled your ear, pressing a kiss to your hair.

"Can we eat?" he muttered, and you laughed and nodded, pulling back. Before he let go, he laid another soft peck to your forehead. You talked about random things, mostly the weird things his friends do, as you ate. Not too soon after you both finished, guests started to come again after the lunch break. While you were helping a group of high school girls get some passes, they were giggling and flirting with Hyuka. Of course they were, look at him. You didn't know though if he was that clueless about flirting or if he was remaining professional.

"Is he your boyfriend?" one of them asked you quietly as you slipped the bracelet on her.

"No. But he is too old for you." You assured her. She was probably fifteen, sixteen at the most. She clicked her tongue, nodding as she resolved that fact to herself. They giggled and waved as they entered the pool, and he sat down with a sigh.

"Do you have girls flirt with you a lot?" you asked him, and he shook his head, looking tired.

"Not really. Normally I'm with my hyungs, so they get more of the attention. I'm a lot shyer in comparison so…"

"Well, their loss is my gain." You went to him that time, standing between his legs. Since he was sitting, you were eye level like this. Huffing in surprise, he had wrapped his arms around you boldly, pulling you closer to him. His hands were still respectful, sitting around your lower ribs, and they shook a bit. Hyuka wasn't used to being more forward, but he felt more confident with you. He took the slight pink on your cheeks as a good sign, hugging you even closer and resting his head in the crook of your neck. The boy just held you like that and you wanted to cry at how cute he was. Car doors shutting pulled you both back to reality and you had to separate so you could assist more patrons. As the shift went on, you both exchanged little displays of affection. The sweetest one was when you were both sitting there, looking at your phones quietly, he pulled his stool to be right next to you instead of across. His head rested on your shoulder, and you cooed, kissing the crown of his head. A bit later you were standing at the register, counting through change.

"Hi, noona." Hyuka wrapped his arms around you once again, hugging you from behind. He rested his cheek on your head, one of his hands going to your tummy. You smiled giddily, pressing your lips together to try and hide it, his hand rubbing circles over your stomach. The move was so sweet, but your stomach was sensitive, and when his hand rested over your belly button, you had to shift. The lower stomach wasn't a traditional erogenous zone, but it was for you. Also, being completely surrounded by his warmth, he also smelled really good, it was hard to not get excited. He pressed closer and your cunt clenched the fabric of your panties sticking to your folds. Glancing at the time, you grumbled, not wanting to wait two more hours for closing.

"Hyuka." you prompted, and he hummed sleepily.

"I need you to let go or I'm going to burst." you whispered, and he startled, pulling away.

"Sorry!" He backed up and you smiled.

"I'll be right back!" You promised, scurrying off to the bathroom. He probably assumed you met your bladder, so you took the chance. You smiled at some patrons as you walked past them to get to the private stall. The bathroom in the back office was probably open, but you weren't for sure and needed to cool off immediately. Shutting the door, you locked it, going to the sink, you splashed cold water on your face. You sighed, grabbing some paper towels, and drying your face. Letting out another more aggressive sigh, you glared at yourself in the mirror.

"Two more hours." You nodded, determined. Going back out you tried to keep your mind on other things but made no move to prevent Hyuka's skinship. You had learned that's what they called it, and you loved the term.

"I'll lock up." One of your coworkers nodded at you in passing and you shook your head.

"Its fine, I can do it!" You insisted, it was normally what you did anyway.

"Just go." He insisted and you huffed in annoyance.

"It's fine, noona." Hyuka whispered and you looked at him. He nodded, trying to convey something unspoken through his look. You nodded, almost disappointed. Was he just going to give up and leave you for the night, try again later? Sneaking past the guy, you gathered your things and met Hyuka at the door.

"Bye." You called to him hastily, and you both scurried to leave. Not glancing back, you heard him pull the shutter for the front counter closed, heading for your car. You parked in the very back of the parking lot, so you didn't hog access for the pool customers. You were even able to park near a tree that kind of shaded your car from the blazing sun. Said sun was starting to set and you stopped at the vehicle, turning to the boy. That was when you got an idea.

"Get in. The back." you told him, and he did so without question or hesitation. Getting in the front yourself, you started the car and cranked the air conditioning, it was hot as balls in the car. Glancing back to the pool shelter, you figured it was far enough away, so you scurried back out and joined Hyuka in the back.

"This okay?" You made sure with him, and he nodded, a bit red.

"If you are." He leaned in slowly and you giggled.

"Of course-" His lips met yours. It started slow; you could tell he was unsure. You weren't sure why though; he was doing very well. You moaned softly to let him know. Smiling against his lips, his hand went to your neck and pulled you even closer. Barely pulling back, still brushing his soft lips over your chapped ones, you breathed harder. Finally kissing you again, it was even more intense than before, and when he sighed you took the chance to sneak your tongue into his mouth. Perfectly content to take the reins, you didn't expect him to fight back against you. His tongue wrapped around yours deftly, and he tipped your head the opposite of his to deepen it further. You barely separated to suck in more air, then went back in. You had no idea how long you two made out, eventually you ended up straddling his lap, hands messing his hair. Despite the heat of the act, his hands stayed on your waist, the furthest down they went was to loop his fingers through your belt loops. Your shorts were high waisted as well, but you wanted him to go lower. Running the tip of your tongue over his teeth, tasting his whole mouth, your hands brushed over his, moving them down. He whined a tad when you pressed, but eagerly shoved his hands in your back pockets, and dug his fingers in. You keened, the strength there as well as his taste and warmth made your head swim. The cold blast of air at your back did nothing to cool you off and you whimpered when his lips left yours. Both of your lips were swollen and red, a trail of saliva connecting your mouths still.

"What do you want to do next, precious?" You both were panting.

"Turn around?" His voice was softer than normal, tinged with nerves still, as if he hadn't just tried to swallow your tongue. You nodded with a hum, doing so, and settling in his lap. You felt his hardened cock straining against his jeans at your back, but you just laid on him, wanting him to do what he wished. One arm wrapped around your middle, his hand once against resting on your stomach. The other was shaking a bit, but he brought it to the front of your shorts. He pressed two fingers right above your clit and you moaned a bit. When his fingers slid down slightly, hitting your nub, you flinched hard, moaning again.

"You're wet." He observed quietly and you weren't too surprised. Even with the barrier of your panties and the denim of your pants, he could still feel it.

"Can I?"

"Do whatever, precious." You ensured and you could hear him swallow. He fiddled with the button but was able to get it open with one hand, and he pulled the zipper down. His hands were warm as the ones on your tummy snuck under your shirt to rub the soft skin of your belly. The other buried into your panties so he could stroke his index and middle finger through your cunt. You whined and he marveled at the slick pouring from your core.

"Noona~" He cooed, his nose brushing at the back of your ear.

"There." you told him when the pad of his finger hit your clit. It seemed he was more knowledgeable than you first estimated. You sighed as he didn't even hesitate to bury his long finger into your cunt, his thumb circling your clit. Your body twitched and your head rolled back to rest on his shoulder. You were so wound up, even just his slight touches made you shiver. A second finger joined his first and he scissored them against your fluttering walls.

"Here?" He made sure, one finger pressing against the rough patch in your cunt, and you nodded, gasping. The pressure increased and he rubbed and wiggled his fingers inside you. His palm brushed over your clit, and he played you like a guitar. You made noises as well, whining and moaning, panting, and sighing.

"H-Hyuka!" It was like you couldn't breathe, your orgasm approaching so fast. Normally just fingers couldn't make you feel that way, so either he was really that good or you were just that horny.

"Cum, noona." His voice lowered, right in your ear, and you obeyed. His eyes widened as your cunt clenched his fingers, he didn't think you could get any tighter. He desperately wanted to know how you would feel around his cock. Though, he was worried he wouldn’t last too long. As the waves calmed down, he kissed over your neck and once you were done twitching, he pulled his hand away. He marveled at the shine and amount of your release, and you watched him bring his hand to his mouth, flicking his tongue to taste. Kai groaned and immediately swallowed both fingers to suck your juice from them.

"Fuck…" he whispered and you chuckled a bit.

"Can I…?" His voice was still quiet, but it was more confident. You let him direct your movement into the place where he wanted you. Luckily, you were quite small, and your car was spacious, so when he laid you on the center console, the seats were able to slot in the dip of your waist. Not tightly, they held you somewhat in place, and at least the console was padded. You had him pass a blanket you kept in the back seat, and you rolled it, resting your head on it by the radio controls. It was more comfortable than you thought it would be. His hands were still shaking some, but they acted fast, completely undoing your pants, and helping you remove them. He swallowed hard before you led him to remove your panties as well. When the younger man could finally see your bare cunt, shining with your arousal, he groaned.

Large and strong hands gripped your hips and you yiped when he shoved you further back, the blanket preventing you from hitting your head. Unfortunately for him being so tall, he still had to bend a bit uncomfortably, but your whole body twitched when his tongue flicked over your clit. You were glad the A/C was blowing straight on you, because he dove back in, licking over your cunt once then shoving his whole tongue inside. His nose brushed against your clit perfectly and his strong hands held your thighs apart, your muscles twitching under his grip. He placed his hands carefully on your thighs, not wanting to hurt you, just to hold them still. You would have preferred him to be rougher, but in the moment, you were too focused on his mouth on you. Wanting to whimper in protest when his tongue left your core, it instead swirled your button, and his two fingers went back in. You sighed and swore slightly when he pressed against your spot hard, smirking at your little flinch. He was gaining confidence the more you moaned and mewled, so you exaggerated just a tad. More so you didn't hide it any. A car door slammed and you both startled, he pulled away and you sat up to look out the window. It was the coworker getting into his car that you hoped was far enough away that he couldn't see. He was a good distance away, the sound had just echoed through the empty lot. He also didn't need to drive past to leave. Still, you both waited to make sure, and once he was gone, you rested back.

"I'm sorry, noona. I can't wait." He pulled his fingers out and helped you sit up. Smiling, you removed your top and let him pull you back to his lap. Trying not to laugh, he was struggling to undo your bra, so you reached around back to help.

"Fuck." Hearing his soft voice swear like that was cuter than anything, but the look on his face was anything but cute. Kai brought you back down to his lips and your hands met his on the button to his jeans. You gasped a bit when your hands reached in to pull his cock out. Whatever he was getting fed didn't just make his body big. Groaning, his hands gripped your bare ass, hauling you to grind your slick cunt on his dick. You both sighed at the feeling.

"Have you done this before, precious?" you asked him. He was a bit embarrassed that you were just starting at his cock like that, enthralled.

"Um…no. Just, um, touching…" He drifted off.

"You want my pussy or my mouth first?" you asked next, kissing his cheek, then jaw, and down his neck, your hands creeping under his shirt. When you pulled back aggressively, he was a bit shocked, but your hands were rapidly trying to get his shirt off. You let out a groan as he let you rip the garment off. Why the hell was he hiding his body when it looked like that? Not as harshly defined as some others, there was clearly muscle there. He blushed, goosebumps rising on his skin as your soft and small hands wandered his torso.

"Noona?" His voice was rougher than before, and when your eyes met his, they were sharper than before. Not overly so, but he looked more determined.

"Oh, uh-"

"I want your pussy, then I want your mouth." He couldn't meet your eye, trying to stay confident and bold. Instead, his eyes ran over your naked form.

"If that's what you want, precious." You smiled and nearly yelped when he easily lifted you, his mouth sealing around your nipple and the tip of his cock prodding your cunt. He groaned at the wet heat on him, his mouth sucking on your peak. While his mouth on your tits felt good, you needed him to split you open, and you knew he would. Slowly you began to sink down, and your breath hitched at the stretch. Even with how wet you were from the orgasm you had on his fingers, he was just that big and seared through you with a pleasant burn.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." You repeated, your eyes clenching shut. You tried to relax, knowing that he hadn't done this before, and you didn't want him to cum right away. More for his pride than your pleasure. Considering you had already came, you shouldn't have been so close, but his fat cock felt so good. You DEFINITELY would need a new vibrator, if one would ever work again. Hyuka's shoulders were shaking a bit at the vice of your cunt. His arms held you tight, helping you sheathe his dick inside you, and he was worried you were hurting.

"Is it too much?" he asked, and you shook your head.

"Fuck, no, it’s too good." You panted, resting your now sweaty forehead in the crook of his neck. He was relieved by this and when he finally bottomed out, you both shuddered. It was hard for him to not start pumping his hips up into you, and you were glad, needing to get used to him more. He couldn't believe how wet you were, it seemed you slicked up easier and more so than normal. Not that either of you were complaining.

"H-Hyuka~" You moaning his name was enough to make his head swim.

"Noona, (Y/N), I can't hold back-" He grunted, and you shivered, but nodded your head.

"Okay, you can." You wanted to sit up and move your hips yourself, but you suddenly had no strength. Not only was your body not working, neither was your brain. You were even about to repeatedly thank Kai for rearranging your guts, and that was before he had even moved.

"Fuck-" He groaned, and his hips jumped, his arms helping you bounce as well. Immediately you threw your head back, your back arched and you fell apart again. He grunted as you squeezed him even tighter, but he kept going. You keened as he pounded through your orgasm, which seemed to last for hours. Your nails had dug into the skin of his shoulders and chest, and he was gripping bruises into your hips. Having no strength, you slumped to lay on him.

"Hold on…" He tried to slow down, and he adjusted you to sit up, before laying you back down onto the center console. Your head found the blanket there still and he was able to sit up more. His cock almost left you when he adjusted himself, his knee finding the floor of your car and the other was up on the seat. When he got the right leverage, he gave a full thrust and you nearly screamed. Your car was most likely visibly shaking as he blew your back out. He smiled smugly as your eyes, unfocused, stared at nothing, your hands loosely holding on to the lip of your dashboard. Every time he pulled back you whimpered, and each thrust back in made you yipe. So as to avoid bruising your thighs, he gripped right under your knees. The younger man was more aware of your surroundings than you and he was proud at how much he made the vehicle shake. There was so much wet dripping from your cunt it was making a mess of your back seat and the front of his pants. He had felt you clench around him several times; pretty sure they were small orgasms he just kept plowing through. Both of you were surprised at his endurance and his eyes flashed to the clock of your radio. Most men couldn't last nearly as long, let alone those so inexperienced. It helped that he focused more on your expressions and body's reactions than the sensations wracking through him.

"Ah~ (Y/N), can I come inside?" He had a feeling you would say yes, but he had to make sure.

"Plea~se!" You mewled and he was shocked by how aroused he was by the tears flowing over your cheeks as well as the whining tone your voice had adopted.

"Ah, noona!" He groaned, clenching his jaw tight and gave another hard thrust, then spilled inside of you. The heat flowing inside of you triggered a much stronger orgasm from you. Hyuka furrowed his brow, feeling a bit guilty as your squirting cunt and his cum overflowing out of you messed your car even further. He was even a bit shocked at the amount he pumped you with, but also wondered how much of the thick liquid was from you. You were both panting as the waves died, you looked so tired, but he was still hard. He hadn't pulled out, but your sanity was returning.

"My mouth next?" He almost didn't catch your breathy question, but he nodded.

"Sit back." You instructed and he did so. Leaning over the driver’s seat from where you were on the center console, you were able to press the lever under the seat and it shot all the way up to the steering wheel. This left a nice big space in front of him, and you shakily sat up. He huffed a laugh and helped you as you kneeled before him. While he didn't understand why you moaned as your lips sealed around the head of his dick, he sighed at the feeling. It was definitely different than your cunt, but it was just as hot and wet. Your hands wrapped around the base of his cock and your jaw protested as you got the whole tip inside. The taste of his cum mixed with yours was intoxicating and he saw for himself just how much you liked to swallow cock. His breathing picked up, but he could hold back his moans, watching his dick bury deeper into your mouth. He finally couldn't hold back his noises anymore when you kept descending even after the head of his cock hit the back of your throat.

"N-noona~" His head flopped back onto the headrest; your throat fluttered when you gagged a bit. Your own breath was harsh through your nose, bobbing your head, sucking, and licking what you could and stroking the rest. Even if he wanted to fuck your face, it would be too hard in the car, so you decided next time. He would have to be gentler though than when he was railing you into the center console. Another whine vibrated around his dick and his hands came to your hair, not pushing or pulling, just running through the soft strands.

"You're so good." He praised softly and you hummed back. His brow furrowed, his hips jumping up a bit, he was close. You couldn't wait to swallow his cum, you weren't sure if he tasted good because your brain was mush or if it really just did. Later you would joke that just proved how sweet he was.

"Can I cum down your throat?" He grunted, trying to hold back. When your big teary eyes met his, he gasped, and you buried him as deep as you could get him. Swallowing over and over, he gave you more than even when he came inside your cunt. Even when you had to pull off for air, little droplets rolled down the shaft of his cock. Needing to swallow a few extra times, you finally cleaned him off with your tongue. He was slowly getting softer and looked around your car.

"Noona?"

"Sticky~" You got out, reaching behind you to the cup holder. The water in the plastic bottle was hot from the sun, but at least it helped.

"Are you okay?" he asked, sounding nearly panicked. Your face was red and blotchy, sweat flowing from your temple. Your bare chest heaved still; he reached a hand to wipe the tears off your face with his thumbs.

"Never better." You cooed, giving him a wink. Sitting up higher on your knees, you kissed his cheek, and he sighed in relief.

"I didn't hurt you?"

"No, precious. You did so good~" You assured, and he let out a slightly bashful laugh.

"I did?" He chuckled and he was so freaking cute despite what he just did.

"Think you dislodged a kidney." You joked, rubbing your side and his face fell.

"I'm joking!" You laughed and he sighed, laughing himself.

"Let me get dressed and I'll drive you home." You patted his thigh still covered by his pants. That's when you saw the drying stain of your release and his on his pants.

"Oh, jeez." You cringed and he waved it off.

"I can tie my sweatshirt around my waist." he told you, grabbing his bag.

"Um, but…" You followed his eyes to the much bigger stain and globs on the floor of your car. Not having leather seats was not great for that kind of situation. You scoffed at the mess, realizing you would need your roommates help to clean it most likely. You grabbed his shirt, looking it over to make sure it wasn't messy, then he put it back on. Carefully, you got dressed yourself, trying to hide out of view despite no one being around. Adjusting the A/C, you rolled the windows down as you pulled out of the parking lot to air the car out. When you pulled up in front of his apartment building, you kissed him cheek and whispered, "thanks for fucking me in my car." You teased and his face bloomed red, before he was able to give you a cocky smirk.

"Of course, noona. I'll be sure to do it again."

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hmhmmm pervy beomgyu thoughts~~

pervert!beomgyu who obsessed with your pretty legs, staring a little bit too shamelessly whenever you wear a skirt or shorts, thinks he’s secretly taking photos discreetly but you know he’s doing it n is so bad at hiding it;; gyu with his camera roll filled with blurry behind photos of your ass n thighs, taken from random angles n secretly wishes you would send him nudes but can’t ask bc he’s a little shy to >< jerking off in his hotel room on tour to his shitty photos, moaning loudly n drooling into his sheets, stroking his heavy cock n wishing he was better at photography <3 so treat him a little~?

when he’s away on tour, sending him photos throughout the day like a striptease, hd photos of your ass from the best angles, tugging up your panties n giving him just a hint of pussy, pretty thighs on full view <3 gyu who opens his messages without thinking much at rehearsal n has an instant boner, licking himself in a bathroom stall n jerking off as fast as he can, ugh he’s so bad at being discreet with how loud n whiny he is, pumping his cock n moaning n devouring the photos u sent with his pervy gaze, cums on his abs n struggling to clean himself up to go back >< messages that just get sluttier with every one, morning was pervy but clothed n lunch it’s a teasing shot, evening he’s fucked n has jerked off twice now n getting nude photos before show? ughh but he can’t resist, bundling his shirt between his teeth to muffle his grunts n cries, he’s already so tired of fucking his fist but he can’t go on stage with a painful erection~~ n this time, sending you a video of him masturbating in the changing room, warm cum splattered on his phone camera n abs before sending it >< ugh he’a such a mess too, flushed n blushy n sweaty, biting a shirt between his teeth n cock so hard n angry red, dripping cum down his veiny shaft <3 n gyu who rushes back to the hotel, forgets to eat his dinner n immediately video calls you, panting breathily n begging bc he really really wants to see you~~ crying gyu who’s pleading for more angles n can’t get any when he climaxed without permission, so sweaty n can’t take his eyes off his facetime n moaning so cutely when he ruts against his sheets, spurting cum everywhere on his hands n abs, touching n teasing his sensitive nipples n whining bc he can’t do it as good as you >< making such a mess when he finally gets permission to cum again n again, ugh he’s so down bad even when you’re not masturbating n just teasing him with your wet folds on camera, groping your ass n thighs for him while wearing thigh highs n his fav lingerie <3 gyu who’s sweaty n blushy, mumbling a sweet thank you, drool dripping from his lips n eyes dazed with his perv fantasy fulfilled >< waking up n wishing he video recorded that call, only for you to send it to him~~ beomgyu n his sticky cum everywhere, sighhh he definitely needs the room service… and might jerk off again in the shower~?

am very sorry to anyone sharing a wall w gyu, probably only heard him fucking his hand n moaning n begging you for more angles n permission to cum >< ngl tho… hyuka probably heard n then got turned on— ig he’s going to watch hentai or smth LOL

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txt as memorable strangers!

✸ welcome to shit posting tuesday!

YEONJUN...

that one senior whose party you crashed with your friend but you insist that it's not crashing since he once saw your friend and as a courtesy told them to drop by and you're the plus one. but then you end up drinking too much (one shot diluted with apple juice) and end up passing out in the middle of the dance floor and yeonjun cannot get you to leave so he's waiting beside you waiting for you to wake up after everyone left.

SOOBIN...

soobin met your now ex significant other in a club and he was in his silly goofy mood that night so after he heard what a troublesome relationship yall had (he eavesdropped) he decided to talk them out of the relation which in turned helped you to cut off the dead weight and made you free! so now you're looking for that angelic stranger on the campus who helped you!

BEOMGYU...

he posted a tweet that said, 'saw a person doing pssppsspsss to a dog and got rejected LMAO . never felt so connected to a stranger before lol' with your back on the tweet which gets viral and you end up seeing it and you're like this certainly ain't me but that certainly was you. you're now pondering whether you should message him or not. he gets linked to you because one of his moots knows you and you wake up one day and you see he has liked around 79 of your posts.

TAEHYUN...

saw you slip on a banana peel and hit your head in the sidewalk and shoving him meanwhile which sent all his assignment paper flying in the air and now you were barely conscious, bleeding on his assignment paper. taehyun thinks about abandoning you but his aquarius sun collects his bloodied assignment papers, some pictures as proof to his professor and calls an ambulance for you. you can kinda hear him curse his fate slightly all the way through the journey but when you wake up he's not there.

HUENING KAI...

you were trying to show some toddlers a magic trick with a lighter but you accidentally set hyuka's limited edition hawaiian shirt imported from honolulu on fire. he puts out the fire but there's a huge burn mark there and he's like he's okay but you can tell he's not okay because there's tears rolling down his cheeks but he tells you he is fine and you are afraid to ask to reimburse because it did look expensive so you pretend to be mute even though you're sure he saw you speak to the kids.

a/n if any of yall see this as an one shot in the near future you did not see this post hahahahah okay? im only showing this because we are best friends.

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✿ (    genre⠀ )   …   oneshot, kai x reader, gn reader, friends to lovers, fluff, comfort, highschool au

𝜗𝜚 (    warnings⠀ )   …   swearing, crying, comforting, hugs, kissing, rain, suicidal thoughts, pet names

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my pillow was drenched, i paused between my tears to lay on my side. i just stared at the cream colored wall in front of me. tears started to fall again, i had been crying for an hour. god i’m so worthless, so pathetic. no one wants me, not even myself. i’m such a loner, i have only one friend, who i doubt even truly likes being with me. i have a shit relationship with my parents. it’s 3pm on a fucking wednesday during my break, my classmates are all on vacation or hanging out, and i’m here crying in my bed wondering if i should even still be on this planet. i have nothing going for me, again no friends, parents basically hate me, okay grades but won’t get me into good schools, no job, no boyfriend or girlfriend, im ugly, no one likes me, no one wants me. i covered my mouth as i let out a loud sob, if my parents heard they would come in and give me a huge lecture about all my problems and if that happened i think i’d just off myself right then and there. i sobbed and sobbed. tears falling down my cheeks, falling into my neck and behind my ears, getting my hair all wet. the rain was loud on my window that was behind me, it made me want to cry even more. rain makes me so depressed, it’s so beautiful but makes me so sad. the gloomy colors of the sky, the wet feeling on my skin, driving in it is hell, i hate it. i felt so alone, but was i gonna do anything about it? no. i heard my phone buzzing, i didn’t really care though it was probably my mom telling me to do something, she can wait, i honestly don’t give a fuck, i don’t care about anything right now. i just wanna cuddle up in my fluffy comforter and cry, no one to bother me. it felt like hours of me just laying there staring at the wall crying and crying until the tears got softer and calmer. it was actually only 15 minutes of that but left longer. i heard a knock at the door, i let it pass, until 5 seconds later i heard another knock. “mom! i’m busy!” i yelled annoyed.

“uh…it’s kai, can i come in? your mom let me in” your friend kai said through the door. fuck i completely forgot i was supposed to meet my friend kai at this cafe to study 45 minutes ago. “yeah um…hold on give me like 5 seconds!” i quickly wiped my tears away, tried to breathe normally and ran to my drawer to grab some pants to put on, since i was okay in a crop top and underwear. i sat on my bed, my feet dangled off the side, i anxiously swung them back an forth. “okay you can come in now!” kai opens the door and closing it behind him. his blonde hair was all damp, he had a concerned look on his face, he stood there looking at me. “what’s up? i’ve been calling you like crazy, i waited and waited then i just gave up and came here cause-” i interrupted him. “sorry! i just lost track of time, i was asleep, we can study here!” i faked a smile. he took a seat next to me, he looked at me. he noticed you were acting different, and noticed your puffy eyes “hey we’re you crying? your eyes are red and puffy” he asked softly and concerned. i looked at the floor, breaking eye contact with him. “y/n are you okay?” he asked moving his head at an angle trying to make eye contact again. “i was crying earlier…but i’m fine kai” you said trying to get him to stop asking. “are you sure? i can tell when you are lying to me” he said as he grabbed my hand. “look at me” i looked at him. “you can be honest with me, i’m here for you y/n” he said squeezing my hand, then caressing it. he never broke eye contact with me, he acted like he really cared. “i’m just feeling unwanted and things like that…” i said looking at him. he frowned “and whys that hmm?” he scooted closer to me still holding my hand, still looking at me, he listened so well. “i feel like no one wants me, i’m lonely, i have no one, i’m nothing, i wonder if i should even stay here kai…” tears started to fall down my cheeks. “y/n please don’t think that way, i’m here for you, always, i want you, i need you in my life, please know that” he said with a mix of smiling and frowning. “ kai, but i don’t believe you. you can always find someone better than me. i’m really nothing special.” i said sobbing wiping my tears away with my free hand. “but you are special, you are so special, so unique, so beautiful, i don’t say it a lot but…i love you so much, i really do y/n” i let go of his hand reaching around him and laid my head on his shoulder, crying into his hoodie. he put his arms around me, he hugged me, his hands on my lower back. he rubbed my back up and down with his hands. i felt so safe, so comforted. my cries were muffled from being smushed into his shoulder. he moved his hand up to my hair as he gently played with it, it calmed me.

i moved back looking at him, “kai…i haven’t gotten an i love you in months…you don’t realize how happy that made me…i love you too” i actually smiled. his hand moved up to my face, gently wiping my tears away with his thumb. he smiled at me. he leaned down, removing his hand and pushing back my hair, he kissed my cheek. “you are so special y/n, you belong” he smiled. a couple tears shred down my face, i looked up at him smiling. “no more crying…it makes me sad y/n” he pouted. “i have an idea to cheer you up…what about a walk in the rain hm?” he suggested. i usually hate the rain but it sounded fun. i just wanted to be with him, i was scared if he left i would feel so alone. i nodded and smiled. “let’s go!” he ran to my closet and got a hoodie out for me. he ran back to me, he was so excited, he was like a child so eager to go outside on a snow day. he put my hoodie on me as he grabbed my hand, ran to my bedroom door, opening it than to the front door. “sit down, i’ll put them on don’t worry” he gestured to my sneakers that were on the floor. i sat on the small bench right next to the door, he put my shoes on for me and even tied them. i looked down at him while he was tying, he looked so fucking adorable. my stomach started to turn, heat going to my cheeks. i was blushing. he looked up at me as he finished the last knot. “your cute when you blush” he laughed as i then giggled. he stood up, i followed. he grabbed an umbrella, opened the door as he walked though first opening the umbrella putting it above me. we started to walk down the sidewalk as he just kept the umbrella over me and not him. “kai, come closer! your getting soaked” he moved closer to me, now both of us were under the umbrella. we walked down the sidewalk as he reached out his hand to hold mine, i grabbed his. my face turning even more red than it already was. “nice isn’t it?” he said looking at me. “yeah it’s calming, i actually love it” i said smiling at him. “you see that giant puddle over there?” he said pointing at it. “yeah?” “wanna go jump in it?” i laughed at him, thinking he was joking. “i’m being serious y/n… it sounds fun!” “okay sure!! but i’m not getting my sneakers all messed up” he set the umbrella down in the sidewalk as we both took our shoes off and placed them underneath the umbrella. he grabbed my hand as we ran to the puddle jumping and kicking water at each other. we laughed and screamed at each other. pants getting soggy, feet frozen. i felt so happy to be with him, the rain was fun. it didn’t make me feel sad anymore, it was a good thing now. he came closer to me. he grabbed my face, “i love you so so much!” i looked up at him to see his huge smile. “i love you too kai”

he looked away then looking back a little nervously, “can i kiss you?” he asked anxiously for your answer. “please” i said. he crashed his lips into mine. caressing my cheek, moving our lips together, rain falling on us. it felt perfect. it was perfect. he pulled back, pushing my wet hair back. “god i love you so much” he said leaning his head back in awe. i grabbed his hand, “more than friends…right?” i asked laughing. “obviously” he laughed as he kissed me again, with even more passion than the last one. i tasted the rain water on his lips, i melted into his lips, he’s one of a god damn good kisser. the kiss broke he picked me up from my back and twirled me around. i laughed. “kai! put me down!” “hmm okay okay princess, anything for you” he smiled. he took my hand again as he walked over to our shoes and picked them up as we walked back to the house. he opened the door as i walked in first. “go to your room, i’ll get you a towel okay?” i nodded as i walked to my room as i sat in the floor. kai came into my room with a big fluffy towel, he wrapped it around me from the back as he hugged me. he snuggled into me, “mhm… so comfy” he started to place small kisses on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “you are so perfect y/n” he said in between the kisses he was sending up to my temple. “i’m so cold kai” i said whining. “oh no i can’t let my precious baby be cold, how about some fresh clothes and hot tea?” he said running his hands on my arms.“baby? your precious baby?” i said shocked. “well of course darling, you are so precious” he said leaving a sloppy kiss on my cheek. he felt the the heat on your cheek, “oh someone’s blushing hm?” he said giggling. i looked down embarrassed. “you are so cute…let me go get you those clean clothes and tea for my darling” he said squeezing me tight and getting up off the floor. i looked out the window, the raindrops falling down it. i used to get so sad looking at the rain but now it fills me with happiness. all because of kai, he make those gloomy days all the better.

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stars4ni ©

[run2gyuz]

★ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 ★

MINORS DNI

TOMORROW X TOGETHER ིྀ

Soob ིྀ

nobody's home - one shot

talking about you in public - drabble (request)

nsfw texts - smau (request)

things he’d say during sex - drabble (request)

cockwarming with Soobin - oneshot (request) - top liked !

dryhumping Soobin - drabble (request)

Jun ིྀ

nsfw texts - smau (request)

make up sex - one shot (request)

Beom ིྀ

talking about you in public - drabble (request)

things he’d say during sex - drabble (request)

Beomgyu tummy kisses - drabble (request)

Sending nudes at practice- smau (request)

Terry ིྀ

nsfw texts - smau

things he says during sex - drabble (request)

Hyuka ིྀ

Kai eating you out after gaming all day - one shot (request)

Things he’d say during sex - drabble (request

OT5 ིྀ

what they’d call you during sex - drabble

ENHYPEN ིྀ

Won ིྀ

giving stressed out Jungwon a bj - one shot (request)

practice room sex - drabble (request)

degration kink - drabble (request)

so soaked - full fic

Hee ིྀ

size kink x heeseung - drabble (request)

Jay ིྀ

husband jay having 'dark fantasies' - drabble (request)

jay x breath kink - drabble (request)

Jake ིྀ

husband jake having 'dark fantasies' - drabble (request)

talking about you in public -drabble (request)

baby it’s cold outside - one shot

Hoon ིྀ

husband sunghoon having 'dark fantasies' - drabble (request)

Sun ིྀ

nothing yet

OT7 ིྀ

what kinks they have - drabble

nsfw texts - smau (request)

STRAY KIDS ིྀ

Chan ིྀ

chan hard thought

Lino ིྀ

thigh riding - one shot (request)

Bin ིྀ

nothing yet

Hyunjin ིྀ

nothing yet

Jisung ིྀ

nothing yet

Lix ིྀ

nothing yet

Min ིྀ

nothing yet

Jeongin ིྀ

nothing yet

OT8 ིྀ

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[soraokkotsu]

TXT MTL to be jealous

I had a chat with my friend and we talked about TXT being jealous, I ranked them and I kinda wanted to share it here

Most

Beomgyu - if you know, you know. This guy is a menace and what‘s his, is his. He won‘t share you. Plus he is very clingy, he clings so much on you, to show everyone that you belong together, so no one dares to shoot their shot.

Yeonjun - he is mostly just joking about being jelly. But if someone tries to come too close to you, he sees red, no one can take his baby away. Calls you baby or honey, in the most sweetest way, so everyone knows you are his and only HIS.

Soobin - can be very jelly, but doesn’t show it. He tries to seem calm and cool about it. But if someone flirts with you, he boils inside. Takes your hand in his or puts your arm around your waist, signaling that you are taken.

Taehyun - is very mature about this. Sees no reason to be jealous, unless you smile a little too much when the waiter takes your order. He doesn’t know you just wanna be polite and actually don’t care about the waiter. He pulls your chair next to his, telling you he just wants you closer to him. But actually wants to show the waiter that you are his and he can go f*** himself. Glancing at him the coldest way possible.

Hyuka - trust you so much, that he is certain no one could ever take you away. Can’t even imagine you would choose another man over him. You have him. Huening Kai. The cutest, sweetest, babiest boy ever. Why should he be jealous, when he knows how obsessed you are with him and his cute, kissable cheeks?

Least

[jayoonology]

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰/ 𝐓𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐮

𝗮/𝗻 - procrastinated and then gave birth to this. I low-key want to make the Beomgyu part a proper one shot but idk if I should.

𝘄𝗰 - sb (331), yj (324), bg (346), th (314), hk (290)

Choi Soobin | 최수빈

manga shopping date

It took him weeks and I mean weeks to ask you out. He sits behind you in class and Beomgyu swears Soobin spends more time looking at you than he does at the teacher. From all that creepy staring (as Beomgyu likes to call it) Soobin noticed your wallpaper. Is that jujutsu kaisen..? No way! If it was somehow possible Soobin likes you twice as more. After some (bad) hyping up from Beomgyu and an entire night of pondering he finally decides to ask you out.

Low-key he zoned out while he was talking to you because he couldn’t believe he was actually interacting with you. But somehow he didn’t mess up and asked you if you wanted to check out a manga shop with him. And you said yes?!?! Soobin was still zoned out so didn’t actually process it till later but Beomgyu (who was rudely eavesdropping was SHOCKED) 

On the day of the date, however; Soobin was NOT calm. Man was internally freaking out, he must have changed his outfit at least 3 times. When he did make it there he couldn’t help but overthink the entire thing. Are you actually coming? Do you know this is a date? Is he wearing his shirt backwards?

All his fears melted away when he saw you though. The conversations flowed easily and he sort of forgot it was even a date, everything seemed so easy with you. The both of you spent hours at the shop, browsing and recommending each other series. Most of the time both of you were just freaking out that they had every single jjk manga, even the super rare first edition ones. And by the end of the date the both of you had two heavy bags full of books. You two agreed you’ll never have a date again at the manga store as you’re both most definitely broke now.

“Next time we should go to watch the new jjk movie!”

“next time?” MAN WAS OVERJOYED!!!!! 

Choi Yeonjun | 최연준

chill evening at roof top bar

you and Yeonjun both work the same shift and for months now there’s been so much playful tension between the both of you. Enough to make your coworkers think there’s something going on. Now Yeonjun can’t lie, he does like you a little bit (a lot) and he admits you’re gorgeous (the most breathtaking person he’s ever seen) but he also knows that you’re his coworkers and things could become awkward (he’s too much of a pussy) This game of cat and dog had been going on for a while now and frankly, you’ve had enough of waiting for Yeonjun to make the first move. If he isn’t going to do it, you’ll do it yourself. So you super confident go up to him and don’t waste any time on pleasantries.

“Yeonjun there’s a new rooftop bar that opened down the street, do you want to go—”

“Yes.”

Literally the two of you bolt the second your shift was done. This is your first time seeing Yeonjun outside of work, and there was something different about it. The two of you seemed even more unhinged, even more flirty. You didn’t even need alcohol turns out you just needed to leave that grey office. When you were at the bar the two of you ordered almost every drink on the menu and refused to leave before closing getting absolutely wasted. It was fun sitting on a skyscraper looking at the tiny people below you.

As far as first dates go, it must have been the most brilliant one you’ve been on. You and Yeonjun didn’t leave a single topic uncovered discussing popcorn flavours to white sand beaches. And you have to admit, it was kinda cute how Yeonjun got wasted, he looked like a lovesick boy. And then there was when drunk Yeonjun went on a tangent about everything he likes about you. (you made sure to never let him hear the end of that)

Choi Beomgyu | 최범규

vinyl shopping

So Beomgyu ended up getting a vinyl player from Hyuka for his birthday, the only problem is, he doesn’t have any vinyl albums. So now he has two options:

Sell the vinyl player and make some cash.

Ask his pretty roommate to go vinyl shopping with him and blow his entire paycheck.

Logically, Beomgyu chose the latter. He isn’t exactly sure when he started developing a crush on you, he just knows that one day he woke up and no one seemed to matter except you. But there’s a little bit of a problem, how is he going to make the outing seem like a date? As roommates you practically do everything together, this needs to be special. He knows that you like music and him buying your favourite vinyls could be called romantic but with no previous warning, it’s just platonic.

He’s determined to make this seem special, but how? Naturally, he watched a romcom, sure he could have consulted his friends but they’re bitchless anyway: how could they have even helped. He landed on getting you flowers, that’s the most romantic thing a guy can give you right? So the next day as you get ready he quickly runs to the grocery store and back and gets you a bouquet of tulips, awkwardly handing them to you.

“uh what’s this?”

“flowers.”

“but why?”

“cause this is a date.”

“okay cool.”

OKAY COOL? WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN? Does that mean you like him too? Does that mean you’re uncomfortable? You can see the gears turning in Beomgyu’s head and figure you should probably help the poor boy out. You grab his hand, dragging him out of the apartment. Beomgyu’s face was pinker than the tulips he got you.

You two spent the entirety of the afternoon picking out cool records you found at the shop (and emptying Beomgyu’s pockets) buying the most obscure music you could find. Despite the long day, it was rewarding cause the two of you just chilled the rest of the day, playing the music you bought and eating takeout.

Kang Taehyun | 강태현

escape room

You and Taehyun have been project partners for a while now and instead of completing your project, Taehyun has spent more time falling for you. He’d vowed to himself that 2023 was going to be the year he was going to focus on school but here you come knocking his walls down.

Now Taehyun knew for sure he was going to ask you out, it was clear to the both of you that you liked each other, you were just patiently waiting for Taehyun to make the first move. The dilemma is, Taehyun doesn’t know where to take you. Sure he could be a basic bitch and take you out to the movies or a restaurant but you were more important than that. He wanted you to enjoy and remember the first date. He thought of many things like bowling or going to a school game together but they’re so crowded and loud, how will he be able to focus on you?

It was like a eureka moment when it struck him while having a shower. He could take you to an escape room! It’s private and fun, plus teamwork. The two of you were good at that (despite not finishing your project that was set 2 months ago) When he proposes it to you, you were overjoyed. Not only have you been waiting for Taehyun to make a move, but he also made the perfect move.

You work together to decipher the clues and solve the puzzles, using your teamwork and problem-solving skills to make your way through the room. Taehyun's quick wit and intelligence are a valuable asset, and you can feel yourself growing more and more impressed by him with each passing moment (his plan is working !!) now not only did you and Taehyun enjoy working together and talking about your interests, but it was also the most memorable date you’ve been on.

Huening Kai | 정카이

create your own plushie workshop

You’ve been trying to go on a date with Kai for weeks but something or another always comes up. First, you two had a planned a picnic and it turns out it was going to rain, then he gets called to pull an emergency shift, and then your car breaks down. You’ve been wondering if it’s a sign from the universe, the universe is definitely against picnics and you know what it’s fine, who wants to sit on the grass surrounded by weird bugs anyway?

So you decide to come up with something new, something fresh and better. So scour the internet for new events happening in your hometown. Wait, what’s that? A plushie-making workshop? If that isn’t the universe giving you a sign you don’t know what is. Kai loves plushies and wait for it, it’s happening this Saturday when the both of you don’t have work. It’s perfect.

So you call up Kai, telling him to write it down in permanent marker cause there’s no way in hell that this date is going to get cancelled. Luckily the two of you make it there early and basically have the workshop all to yourself. With the help of the instructor, you work on making a plushie together.

Of course, it had all the essentials, plus a little note the two of you wrote, hiding it in the stuffing on the plushie. Your plushie was perfect in every way and the icing on top was that you got to make it with the guy you’ve been crushing on for ages.

[awmancreeper]

♡Lonely Boy Will Stay Lonely?. 24 - Dying to Find Out

--❣︎ StayC’s Y/n is notorious for being K-pop’s social butterfly and making friends comes rather easy for her. When she’s asked to be an MC for Inkigayo, one of her co-hosts doesn’t seem too pleased to be working with her. This unknown feeling sparks a drive to become the bestest of friends with him but from the looks of it, he’ll fight her the whole way there.

Masterlist / prev / next

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“Time to get Y/n!” Your manager's voice rang through your slumber. “Why?!“ you cried out eyes still closed “Because we have a schedule today” You felt your manager's plush hand on your shoulder.

“But I don’t wanna go!” You whined

“L/n we have to be at the company before they get there” he explained pulling the blanket off of you. You thrashed around but something was holding you back “Y/n get up” Yeeun's voice added “It’s fine if we’re a little late,” you said snuggling into your stuffy.

“But we’re already here” your stuffy spoke which sounded like Yoon. Your eyes shot open

You were in the car at the parking garage of the HighUp building “When we get here?” You asked generally confused “And why are you two here?”

“Well~” Yoon began

“Come on y/n” your manager tugged at the backpack's tail. You whined practically asleep as he dragged you out of the dorm “Oh y/n! manager!” Sumin called out. The both of you stopped “Can you please take the maknae’s with you today? They haven’t been out and I’m sure if Chae hears another one of their bickering fests she’s gonna go crazy” Sumin explained pointing at Isa who was in the kitchen drinking coffee while her eyes were bloodshot. “It was 3 in the morning and they were arguing about candles,” Isa said shakily bringing the mug to her lips.

“So can you take them?” Sumin asked but you were too busy climbing your manager’s back trying to get comfortable “Sure” he said.

“Oh, WAIT HOW DO I LOOK!?!” You freaked out grabbing your phone trying to check yourself out “Like how you always look” Yeeun exclaimed as you spotted yourself still wearing your pj shirt that had on with pink sweats. “What is this?!” “Hey, trying to change a sleeping person is a lot harder than it seems” Jayoon grumbled you look down “These aren’t even dancing shoes!” You said pointing at the bear slippers that hugged your feet.

You stretched your legs while looking at the mirror, your manager had left back to the dorms to pick up your shoes and Yoon and J played around the white dance room. You were pondering about the conversation you had with your friends last night, you’d think you know if you had a crush on Hyuka.

They were overreacting to the possible reason for your despair that day. Kai is one of your good friends, yeah he’s hot and cold with you but that’s just because he’s awkward.

You started to really think about it. If you did have a crush on Kai what would that feel like? I mean with Soobin you felt admiration or as Yeeun would call it ‘thirst’.

You’d say Kai was kinda cute and his personality is interesting.

“You okay? your head is kinda smoking” J said walking over to you with your backpack on. “Yeah I’m just thinking” her face cringed “Yikes” she joined you on the floor.

“What’s up?” Yeeun asked, “Do you know what a crush feels like?” You asked her, and she looked at you flabbergasted. Turning her attention to the mirror “Man i don’t know”

“You got a crush on someone?” She question but you just shrugged “I’m not sure”

“Hello,” a male voice called out, both you and J turn to see Yoon greeting your mc partners and their staff with your bear slippers on her hand “Welcome!”

“But I’m dying to find out, Hi Sungie and Ning!”

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[bluhourz]

when he realises

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Kai let out another heavy sigh as he looked at his phone. No new notifications. He turned the phone around and put it down harshly on the table, huffing loudly. Yeonjun raised his eyebrows at the maknae from across the room. Deciding to ignore him at first, he continued silently on his own phone. However, when it happened again, he decided to say something.

"Hyuka? Is something wrong?"

"No, everything is fine," came the low reply.

It wasn't very difficult to see he was lying so Yeonjun got up and walked over to sit next to Heuningkai.

"You seem frustrated. Talk to me. What's happening?" he tried again.

Another sigh. The younger boy rubbed his hands over his face a few times before casting his eyes down to avoid his huyng's eyes.

"I'm just waiting for someone to message me. They said they would but I've just not heard from them yet," he started softly, but his voice ended up getting louder the more he spoke. "This is kind of important, you know? Like, I'm also busy. They know my schedule. I can't just wait around the whole day, right?"

Heuningkai's shiny eyes looked up at his hyung, looking for some sort of affirmation. The older of the two ended up letting out his own little sigh at these words.

"It's Y/N, isn't it?" Yeonjun asked gently.

Kai's whole body shot up at this question.

"How do you know?" he blurted out, "I mean... no?"

Yeonjun laughed slightly at the answer. Kai was very obviously caught out. To be honest, they all knew for some time now. Kai's whole face would light up the second you entered the room. He would always make sure you were okay and would nearly run the moment you let him know you needed something. Any person would be able to see how he is feeling.

"What do they need to let you know?" Yeonjun decided to start slowly.

"Just... we were talking about this new cafe we want to visit this weekend. But we were still talking about the time. They might have something else to do as well."

Kai's voice turned soft and defeated the more he spoke. His head had lowered completely and he was avoiding eye contact with his hyung.

"Ah, I see," Yeonjun nodded, "So you were waiting for their message about that?"

Heuningkai grunted as a response. Yeonjun decided to stay quiet for a while, hoping the words would sink into his younger member's brain. Did he realise how insane he sounded right now?

After what he felt was an appropriate amount of time, he spoke up again.

"You know, that kind of sounds like you're in love."

Seeing the shock on Kai's face, he realised it did not in fact sink in.

"What do you mean I'm in love? It's not like I care that much about the plans. It's just that we have been talking about it for so long. And we agreed we would go together. And I think they would really like this one. And I really want to see their face when they try their favourite coffe-"

"What is their favourite coffee?"

"Easy, caramel macchiato."

The silence that followed was deafening.

"Do you see what I mean?" Yeonjun asked gently.

"No, but... In love?" Kai stayed silent for a while longer, "Really? You think so?"

"I'm nearly positive," Yeonjun patted Kai's shoulder gently as he stood up, "Just something to think about."

Kai was left alone with his raging thoughts after that. Staring at his phone's black screen, his mind raced. Was he really in love with you? He always thought he just cared about you a lot, but as a friend. But his hyung's words made him realise. Maybe those were feelings weren't normal towards someone who was just supposed to be your friend. Maybe Yeonjun was right. Maybe he was in love with his best friend.

[sorikkung]

good boy gone bad | 27

bad bitch lessons, a.k.a the "audition"

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a/n: my god we're FINALLY BACK after half a years unofficial hiatus because i forgot how to write <3 on god i wrote this chapter 4 times and its not my favourite still but im not writing it a 5th and i like it Enough so i hope yall enjoy it too SDFGKJSFD we should be able to pick up the pace quickly with normal smau chapters soon :) thank you all for waiting!!!

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Having a dozen men all crammed in a one-man studio apartment is about exactly as cramped as it sounds. How you wish you could have had one of those more spacious studio apartments, complete with floor to ceiling windows, a proper kitchen, and a living room. For now, you will have to settle for six men sitting on your bed, Wooyoung sitting on Yeosang's lap at your desk, Chan and Felix standing in the bathroom doorway after washing the dye and bleach out of their hair, and Hongjoong standing ominously in the corner, pouting after realising the “fake” in the “fake punk polycule” included the punk part, and not just the polycule.

You make do.

Describing exactly the kind of character you want them to play is the easy part – cocky, brash, sleazy and obnoxious are the names of the game, and if everyone absorbed your in-depth explanation as much as Seonghwa has been diligently typing it down on his phone, you think this should be a breeze. The next part of the plan is to see them in action and test their wits — in other words, time for them to audition.

By whatever miracle, you are able to explain the auditioning process without tipping off the others to you and Wooyoung’s little deception – he catches your eye during the explanation and gives you a grateful wink – and set up the scene for your improvisation game. These boys need practice, as too much unfamiliarity will be far too apparent on the day, and it’s already going to be a tough sell to prove that you managed to pull twelve boyfriends. You damn well might be in over your head with this one, but you are in too deep to pump the breaks now.

“Basically, I need you all to show me what you can do. Cause if your acting does not cut it, I’m gonna be the laughingstock here and my back-up plan is probably arson.”

Beomgyu snorts from his spot on your bed. “I think arson is a pretty good back-up plan.”

“Pretty good except for the criminal charges, yeah. So, time to partner up! Who’s got the balls to go first?”

Seonghwa blinks a few times, looking at his phone, then looking back up at you in confusion. “Why is your back-up plan arson?”

“I’ll go first!”

Saved by the bell, Yeonjun pipes up just in time to avoid another hasty bluff to throw the aspiring actor off your tail, and you have no idea if he did that on purpose but you don’t look a gift horse in the mouth either way.

“Perfect, who do you wanna do it with? For the first scenario, I’ll play my dad.”

“I can-“ Hyuka speaks up, but you notice Soobin tugging on his sleeve and freezing in alarm at all the eyes on him, and it seems to make Hyuka hesitate as well. There’s an obvious tension there that you can’t quite place the origins of, but judging by the way Wooyoung is excitedly biting his nails, you figure you can pry later. “Um. Uh-“

Yeonjun smiles at them apologetically, then turns back around to you. “Actually, I was hoping you’d be my partner for this.”

He says those words like he intends for them to linger, and you figure after how forward he’s been so far coming onto you that he means it, but you don’t want to throw Felix under the bus like that after he begged you to bring him along so he could shoot his shot with the man, so you try not to indulge him too much.

“Oh.” You try to ignore the way that makes your face heat up. “Sure, okay. Yeosang, you play my dad, act really judgemental and pissy at us.”

Yeosang wrinkles his nose. “I don’t want to be your dad.”

You were hoping he would say that.

“Perfect! You already know your lines. Annnd, action!”

His disgruntled expression is honestly quite fitting for the role you just cast him in, and Wooyoung stands up to instinctively take what you assume is the role of your mother as he leans on the backrest of your desk chair to mutter to him, “I cannot believe him right now. Does he really think crashing the wedding with all his friends will do him any favours? If only he’d just settled down with a nice girl…”

Yeonjun stares the couple down, then takes a confident step towards you; that’s about as far as he gets before he visibly falters. You raise a brow at him.

“That’s your cue, Yeonjun. If they’re talkin shit, it’s time to act up.”

He fidgets with his sleeves, posture shrinking in on himself, and suddenly his striking appearance and features look far less intimidating than they did just a moment ago. “Um. Well. I should first probably uh… ask. How far I’m meant to go with this?”

You get the feeling you know what he’s asking by that, but not being entirely sure, you press. “What do you mean?”

“Like…” he takes another step closer, this time all the way up in your personal space and cages you to the wall with both arms. His stance seems confident, but the look on his face is very pointedly not, a stark juxtaposition to his usual shameless bravado. “Like, how far can I go to cause a scene? Cause if I was really with my boyfriend hearing his parents spout that shit about him, I’d just kiss him on the mouth and see how mad they get.”

“I like how you think.”

“Is that—” Yeonjun wets his lips in anticipation, wide eyes flicking between yours and your lips as he leans in even closer, “—consent?”

It’s honestly quite charming of the effortlessly flirty one to be so concerned with explicit consent even now, so you just take the leap for him and grab the collar of his shirt, closing the distance. The others erupt behind you, hoots and hollers all drowned out by the feeling of Yeonjun’s plush lips on yours and your heart dancing in your chest so wildly you think it could trip and fall out. He seems completely caught off guard, taking a moment to really process what was happening before he’s kissing you back with such a shocking gentleness that when he reaches up to cup your chin with a feather-light touch, you almost feel like you should slow down for him.

Instead, you back off, leaving him there gawking at you like you just grew a second head while his fingertips ghost over his lips where yours just were. His ears are flushed pink.

“You’d think you’ve never kissed a guy before, with that face you’re making,” you tease, flicking his nose. “It’s very cute. But as much as I enjoyed that, it doesn’t exactly quite have the impact I’m looking for, and that’s exactly why I set today aside to practice— we have to act familiar. It has to be natural, and comfortable, otherwise it’ll be very obvious that it’s an act.”

The way Yeonjun droops at the comment makes you want to rescind it, but you have enough restraint not to. It is quite clear to you now that Yeonjun obviously does seek your approval a lot more than the others do – such as much was hinted to you by Beomgyu, but his reaction here further confirms it – so you want to be nice to him, but without playing a clear favourite.

Lord knows what Felix will think, is the first rogue thought to cross your mind, and suddenly reminding yourself why he’s part of this plan in the first place, you look over to glance at your best friend in horror – did you just string him along this whole time to go directly for the one guy here you wanted to wingman him with most? – but surprisingly enough, the look Felix gives you two isn’t one of burning jealousy or betrayal.

He has half his fist in his mouth and his eyes are positively sparkling.

You make a mental note to ask him about that later.

“Aw, don’t look too down, that took guts to go for straight away!” You turn back to praise Yeonjun, affectionately clasping his shoulder, and he nods quickly with a tiny, hopeful grin. “My only feedback is to not be so careful. I’m not gonna flip out at anything less chaste than a peck, I’m trying to cause a scene. Has to be somewhat scandalous, without, y’know, actually getting us arrested for public indecency.”

Yeonjun chokes on nothing, then recovers with a laugh – but before he gets to say anything back, Taehyun has bolted upright from his seat on the bed, a sudden determination in his steely gaze. He makes himself quite difficult to read, whether on purpose or otherwise; you know factually that this man has some sort of crush on you, that is, if Beomgyu’s word is truthworthy, though, you have no real reason to doubt him thus far. Unlike Yeonjun who wears his heart on his sleeve, Taehyun’s expression remains consistently unreadable to you whenever you observe him. Part of you wonders just how much of that wall is intentional. Regardless, the words that come out of his mouth next are the ones you expect the least.

“Let me try.”

It’s not a question. He gives you room to decline, but it’s very pointedly not a question, and just that confidence from one of the more reserved members of the group is enough to get your heart thrumming again – not that it had much of a chance to calm down yet. Your mind flickers back to the back-n-forth between him and Gyu in the group chat, the hickeys left all over his neck, and the tip he oh-so-graciously gifted you in a pre-emptive strike of revenge, and suddenly you feel hot.

“Sure, go for it.”

Taehyun grabs you by the back of the neck. He doesn’t even hesitate, pulling you in to slot himself where Yeonjun was just a moment ago, crashing your lips together and shoving the other man out of the way with his free arm as he backs you up into the wall again, pressing you against it and kissing you breathless. He’s fucking intoxicating, the way he dares to taste you on his tongue without care for the audience around him, without care for anything else except his hands in your hair and on your hip and the way he gasps against your mouth when you loop your arms around his shoulders and hook a leg around his waist. He shoves his hips forward against you in response and the others react so loudly your neighbours probably thought everyone’s favourite soccer team scored a winning goal.

“Woo! More tongue!” Beomgyu hollers, and Taehyun doesn’t even break the kiss for the one moment it takes for him to presumably flip him off, if the hand leaving your hip was any indication, followed by a very prompt “Fuck you too!” from his roommate. You realise quickly that he isn’t going to be the one to pull away first, so regrettably, you push him back with a coy smile and a thin string of spit connecting your mouths.

“Eww, gross,” Soobin snickers, hiding his laughter with large hands over his mouth. “Wow, I’m shocked. I didn’t think you had it in you, Tyun.”

He shrugged in what sure looks like nonchalance, but you start to think it looks more like self-restraint, given how keen he was on not stopping. “He said he wanted a scandal, and if that won’t scandalise his conservative homophobic parents, I’m not sure what will.”

It takes you a good few seconds just to re-gain your ability to speak, but by then, he’s already turned back to you with his hands in his pockets and a smug grin on his face. Fuck, you must be blushing – the way Chan and Felix are grinning at you from the side with a knowing look in their eyes tells you you’re probably definitely blushing.

“So, how was it?” he prompts cockily, and you hate the way you instinctively swallow and betray how flustered he got you that easily.

“G-Good,” you hum weakly, clearing your throat before repeating yourself. “Good. Um. Yeah that was like, kind of exactly what I was looking for. Flying colours. You pass! Though, I have to say, and don’t get me wrong I am thoroughly happy to kiss you all, um, we do kind of need to be able to sell the act without relying on just. Making out repeatedly every time they look in our direction. Try and save those for when they seem the most pissed off. But yeah, that was like… good.”

Felix wriggles his eyebrows at you suggestively. “That good, huh?”

“Oh, shut up and get over here,” you mutter, making a harsh jerking motion for him to come forward and save you from your embarrassment – he has a towel on his head from drying out the dye in the sink just before, so you snatch it from him to quickly and roughly towel-dry it to distract yourself from your burning face. The black hair looks good on him, you think, the way the dark wet strands fall in front of his face and frame his features in a way you haven’t seen on him before – last time his hair was any darker than blonde, it was his natural brown and didn’t reach past his eyebrows, and now his hair was getting long enough at the front to tickle his nose. He looks like a completely different person, and frankly, now is the worst possible time for him to be looking a lot more attractive than you would allow yourself to internalise prior.

“Right, so we gonna show them how it’s really done, now?” Felix teases, and you punch him in the arm with a scoff, making him recoil as if you just bowled him over. You can’t even tell if he’s gotten flirtier with you if he’s just pulling your leg, but you did say you would use him as a demonstration for the kissing part. Not that you need to, anymore, with Taehyun setting such an example, and you tell yourself that’s a good thing. “Ow, ow! How you wound me, lovebug.”

You wrinkle your nose at both him and how hard you’re thinking about kissing him now. “Don’t call me lovebug.”

“Why not? Aren’t we meant to be boyfriends, now?”

A breathy laugh escapes your lips at his attempts to lighten the mood while you finish towel drying his hair and tossing the cloth into your laundry hamper, fixing the strands atop his head to sit nicely.

“Yeah, yeah, but lovebug is a bit much, I think. You’re on the right track, though, take notes of that everyone – casually dropping pet names between each other in a way that looks natural will be perfect for making a convincing polycule, so utilise that, just try not to lay it on too thick.” You’re back into dedicated drama teacher mode before you even know it, Felix content to stand beside you with a curiously pleased grin as you explain to everyone further.

“For today, I don’t expect all of you to start kissing each other on the mouth, but I do want you all to start getting familiar with breaking the touch barrier, obviously within whatever your partner consents to. Using Felix as my example, some other things I’d like to see and focus on are placements of hands—” you wrap yours around Felix’s waist, and he’s quick to mirror you, only to blush when you slide a hand into his back pocket, “—or small yet intimate actions, like, tucking hair behind their ear, playing with each other’s hands, touching their neck, things like that.”

You demonstrate each action on Felix as you say it, and by the time you have a hand on the side of his neck and caress it gently with your thumb, you find he’s completely relaxed into your touch, leaning back against one of your shelves as he pulls you in front of him between his legs and plops his chin on your shoulder with both arms around your front and playfully patting patterns on your belly.

“Hey,” he murmurs, breath fanning against your neck, and you can hear the smirk in his voice that’s usually so playful and silly but now, standing in front of everyone like this, has goosebumps rising on your skin. “I think just playing around with each other will look the most natural. Real couples do stuff like this all the time, right?”

Frankly, you fully expected you would be using Felix as a human test dummy, figuring he would be content with you throwing yourself at him all you want for the purpose of demonstration, and comfortable enough to do so, but you hardly expected he would be the one demonstrating anything on you of his own accord, and you swear it must be the residual adrenaline of kissing the two men before him that has you still riled up and on edge enough for the rumble of his deep voice in his chest pressed to your back to make your legs feel like jelly. Only a little bit, though, you are not getting genuinely flustered over the flirtatious actions of your best friend, rather, merely surprised at him being a lot less shy in front of others than you thought he would be. Not that he’s ever really been shy towards you, not in a long time now, especially when it comes to things like physical affection, but… you don’t know where that train of thought is going anymore.

“Right, yeah,” you agree, pliantly allowing him to grasp your chin and turn your face towards his, so he could plant a tiny little peck on your nose and beam at you widely. His face is so close, and unlike the previous two, you have not thought about having this man’s face so close to yours since the two of you were in high school. His face has filled out so much since then; he’s lost all the baby fat in his cheeks, his jawline sharper and his features more pronounced, and now that he’s actually started using chapstick his lips aren’t permanently chapped and gross anymore either, in fact they’re now quite glossy and shapely-

You look away before he can kiss you.

You didn’t even realise you were staring so hard at his lips until you were leaning in, and all you hear of the commotion from everyone else around you sounds like static. Gyu is screaming, Wooyoung is cheering, Yeosang is trying to stop him from climbing onto your desk chair, Soobin has bowled Hyuka over with his face buried in his back while the newly-bleached blonde just laughs at him, Yeonjun, Taehyun and Hongjoong seem fixated on you and Felix, all for different reasons, Seonghwa is furiously typing down notes on his notes app again and Chan is nowhere to be found. Probably in the bathroom washing out his hair dye, you think.

“Yeah, so, um, all of that, and like, of course general flirtatiousness, is the kind of thing I’m looking for, even better if you can be an obnoxious prick about it,” you joke, trying to seem chill with no idea how well you were actually succeeding in it. “So, partner up and have some time to practice, I’m gonna go finish up Chris’s hair and then I’ll come back to evaluate y’all.”

Felix’s brilliant grin falls to a slight pout when you pull away from him, arms trailing after you as you leave for the bathroom. “You good?” he calls out after you, and you want him to know he didn’t do anything wrong to make you uncomfortable, but you also can’t handle looking at him right now when the face of your old high school crush in the body of a supermodel stares back at you, so you have to leave.

“Yeah, I’m fine! Just juggling this many people and makeovers is hard,” you reassure him with a slight smile, and that seems to console him enough to allow you to dip to the bathroom and leave the door only slightly ajar behind you, letting you take a deep breath to collect yourself.

Good fucking god. Okay, so Felix is hot now – that shouldn’t really come as a surprise to you, but it does, because you’ve spent the last god knows how many years trying to tell yourself he’s not really your type anymore, but especially in the clothes you picked out for him and his hair styled like that, he fucking is. He’s the spitting image of your type and all of a sudden with the balls to match – or maybe he’s had the guts for a while now, but you pointedly did not want to notice – and you do not know how you are supposed to feel about any of it. You already have a crush on one of your two closest best friends, you definitely don’t need two – especially on one that already rejected you years ago, and especially not when surrounded by plenty of other equally as attractive and far more eager men who would give you their time of day.

You shake your head, ridding yourself the thought, instead letting yourself linger on the kisses you did have, how different they felt but how heart-fluttering each of them were anyway; Yeonjun’s uncharacteristic shyness and gentleness, how cutely flustered he was after in a way you really want to tease more, and Taehyun’s shocking boldness and confidence, how handsy of a kisser he is, how determined—

“Hey, can you pass me that towel?”

And of course, your actual crush, the one you oh-so-desperately want to get over but it’s kind of hard to do that when he’s standing shirtless in your shower with streaky blue dye dripping down his face and neck.

“O-Oh, yeah, sure.”

It’s not the first time you’ve seen Chan shirtless and definitely won’t be the last. That man hates wearing shirts around the house if he doesn’t absolutely have to, and even pants are optional if its warm enough, but you will never truly get used to seeing his muscular body that he works so hard on, all on display like this. You’ve gotten a lot better at not staring as much, though, not that he ever seems to notice, and just as good at acting like it didn’t affect you at all, so falling back into the familiarity of that is a relief after the whirlwind of emotions you just went through outside.

Once Chan finishes towel-drying his hair into a bright blue fluffy cloud, he slips his top back on, re-attaches his earrings and accessories, and it’s only now when you get to realise just how much effort he’s put in his appearance today to match your aesthetic. Not that the two of you were ever that far apart in that respect – he too didn’t have much colour in his wardrobe other than black, and preferred clothes with a bit of an edge to them, albeit, cranked down a significant few notches from your usual over-the-top attire.

When he looks at his reflection in the mirror, though, he doesn’t seem too happy with it.

“Something’s missing,” he mumbles, scratching his chin. “I don’t know what it is. But while I’m dressed the part, even with bright blue hair, it doesn’t quite feel… drastic enough, I guess. I feel like I still just look like the guy down the road your parents know and like enough.”

You give him a long, hard look – while you’re pretty sure part of it is his own low self-esteem not being able to see himself as cool, intimidating or attractive in any calibre, he has a point – he still looks too soft and familiar.

“Can I put makeup on you?”

Chan brightens up at that a little. You wonder if he was hoping you would say that.”

“Sure!”

You grab a stool from the corner of the cramped bathroom where you had the boys sit in earlier for him to sit on, but once you get your makeup out and decide on what kind of look you want to try on him, you realise it’s a little too low for you to work on his face without bending over. Glancing over your shoulder at the crack in the door, and hearing all the liveliness out there filter through it – shrill squeals, lots of laughter, some yelling, someone’s started playing music again – you decide you don’t want to leave the quieter comfort of your bathroom into that chaos just yet, so you straddle Chan’s lap on the singular chair with a shrug and get to work.

Chan has to steady you with both hands on your waist so you don’t both go toppling off the stool – suppose not having a back made it a little more precarious than anticipated, but his strong arms hold you in place just fine. You try not to think about it, because you really, really don’t need to be thinking about that right now, and try to simply focus on the dramatic smoky eyeshadow you’re applying instead that you think will really pop with the spare blue contacts you had lying around that’ll make his warm and approachable gaze a lot more piercing.

He doesn’t say anything, so neither do you, despite your heart beating arguably heavier now than it was what you were being pressed to a wall and made out with – and it becomes a lot more dangerous to think about that now instead of a welcome distraction, because his face is so close that you can observe every little detail, including the tiny, faded little freckles that dust his cheek in the warmer weather, and how plump and soft his lips look. Fuck. You’re rather glad he has to keep his eyes shut for you to do his eye makeup, because you’re looking down at his lips a lot more than you’d usually allow yourself to, but with all the kissing talk and practice and the weakness you’ve always had for his thick, perfect lips, you are just not a strong enough man today.

His hands shift you closer on his lap, and you feel just the slightest bit more insane.

“Open your eyes?” you ask him, to observe your work and snap you out of it, and he blinks at you a few times cautiously. A smile is creeping across his face, the nervous kind you’re all too familiar with – he has a certain smile he does when he knows he’s being perceived whether he likes it or not, and it’s just as adorable as it is saddening that he clearly has no fucking idea how breathtaking he is.

“How is it?”

“You’re beautiful,” you breathe out, a little choked up. The situation seems a lot more tense than you intended it to, but he must feel it too, because he shies away under your gaze. “I mean it. Not because of the makeup, I just used it to enhance your features further, but I really just…”

I really just think you’re fucking gorgeous.

What the fuck has gotten into you today?

“Just… what?”

You slide off his lap, ignoring the way his grip on your hips tighten for the slightest second before letting you go to rummage through your cabinet for the unopened blue contacts you knew you had in there. “Here, put these on. I think they’ll really complete the look.”

He shrugs, taking them from you and taking his time putting them in, not all that used to putting in contacts, but it isn’t his first time, either. You’ve roped him into enough cosplays with you and Felix over the years to have him familiar enough with the process of putting them in, and eventually he turns back to look at you with an icy blue gaze that is equal parts unsettling and arousing.

“Yeah, you definitely look fiercer now. Take a look.”

Chan finally turns to the mirror, taking in his new look, and his long evaluation of himself seems more intrigued this time around than distasteful, which is a win in your book. If he likes what he sees, maybe your confidence can start to rub off on him some, too.

“Wow,” he exhales, twisting his face this way and that. “I look like a completely different person.”

“Not really.” You know that it was against the point, so you elaborate. “Just a different flavour. You’re still the Chris I know and love, but you look more… confident, almost. And half of any act or aura of intimidation or coolness is just that. Confidence.”

“Confidence, huh…” Chan stands up a little straighter, squaring his gaze a bit more and trying to channel his inner you. He looks hot. Ridiculously hot. But that really can’t be your focus right now. “Yeah. I feel more confident, too. I’ll try see if it’s enough for me to put the moves on one of the boys,” he chuckles, and you smack him on the ass and playfully shove him out the door.

“Go get ‘em, tiger.”

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