#yes i ship kitty and minho

[donutcats]

i want s2 to involve kitty learning her roommate for the new semester (since part of her scholarship parole is not staying in the boys dorm) is yuri, and when she tells the boys this, with the Most plastic smile on her face because she’s kind of maybe freaking out; all three of her boys just make the MOST faces. dae grimaces and q’s jaw drops and minho just starts Laughing. minho tells her that she’s absolutely screwed because she has to live with the object of her affections and TRUST HIM it sucks. dae has to agree. q has also started laughing at this point but he promises it’s not at her but more of a shocked laugh at the whole mess of a situation. dae asks her if she’s going to be ok and if she wants to talk about it. minho is still laughing at the irony of it all.

[minminyoonjii]

Hii, i would like to request a stray kids aftercare types or smth like that 🥲🥲 (srry im really bland i struggle with words 😭😭)

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Fem! Reader|Cry Baby! Couple|Smut Fluff|Body Worship|Crying|Heavy Teasing And Mocking|Condesending Tone|Dom Drop|Marking and Hickeys|Degrading Praise Kink|Act Of Service|Confessions|L-Bomb|Foodie Moments|Pussy Worship

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.1K

Bang Chan

"You feeling alright, pretty?" he asked, holding you tight. You nodded, running your fingers through his hair, "Ahm. More than alright," you said, kissing his cheek. Chan chuckled, easing your legs off his shoulder, "I know, baby. I know you're sore," he cooed, rubbing your calves when you hissed. "Don't talk to me like that, Chris," you whined, mind barely off the clouds. Chan smiled, "Okay, okay," he said, massaging your legs. You groaned into the pillow, melting at the firm pressure. Chan hummed, "How about a warm bath, yeah? I'll let you drop in a bath bomb," he said, wiping down your inner thighs. You lifted your head, "Thought you didn't like the glitter ones," you said, looking at him. He chuckled, "Yeah, but I'd do anything to make you feel loved little one," he reassured, kissing your forehead.

Lee Minho

Minho gulped, catching his breath, "Good kitten. Fuck, you did so good for me," he mumbled, nosing your hair. You shuddered, rubbing his back, "Did good?" you whispered, avoiding eye contact. He held your jaw, "Yes kitty. You did amazing," Minho praised, stroking your cheek in his palm. You sighed, nuzzling into it. Minho chuckled, "That's my good kitty. So precious and perfect," he whispered, holding you close to his chest. "You've never been this vocal before," you said, kissing his collarbones. Minho smirked, "Well, I can't go and cut fruits all of a sudden can I?" he teased, knowing he already did. You held his face, licking his lips, "I already saw the bunnies (bunny apples)," you said, kissing him deeply. Minho chuckled into the kiss, easing his tongue against yours.

Seo Changbin

"Deep breaths, bun. Take deep breaths," Changbin coaxed, easing out his girthy cock from your cunt. You shuddered from the sensation, "Bin," you whined, stretching out your arms. Changbin cooed, pulling you onto his lap, "Binnie's got you, hm? My baby bunny," he chuckled, pampering kisses on your face. You squirmed at the kisses, "No," you whined with a smile etched on your lips. Changbin smirked, pressing his kiss against yours, "No? Bunny is denying Binnie?" he gasped, pecking your lips a few more times. You giggled, laying your head comfortably on his chest. Changbin hummed, rocking your aching body, "What do you feel like eating, bun?" he asked, feeling his tummy grumble. You smiled, scrolling through his phone, "Can we order this?" you asked, showing him the dish. Changbin chuckled, "Go ahead," he said, hooking his chin over your head.

Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin kissed down your arm, "Shh. Relax, love," he hummed, nosing your skin. You shivered, staring at him with half-lidded eyes, "Hyune," you moaned. Hyunjin chuckled, shifting to kiss down your sternum, "Melt into it, lovely. I have you, hm?" he smirked, kissing your chest. You whined, bucking your hips as he blew on your sensitive nipples. "My lovely muse," he sighed, kissing your tummy, paying attention to the pouch where your womb would be. "Hyunjin," you gasped, brushing his hair. Hyunjin nuzzled inner thighs, "Can't believe you took me so well, love. Your pretty pussy was just meant for my cock," he praised, wiping your swollen cunt with careful and precise hands. You sank into the warmth, letting him take care of you fully.

Han Jisung

"Aww, my precious crybaby. Did it feel too good again, sweetheart?" Jisung asked, wiping the stray tears streaming down your cheeks. You hiccuped, burying your face into his palms. Jisung chuckled, tucking your body against his, "I know, sweetie. My cock made you feel all vulnerable, hm?" he asked, hearing your soft babbles in return. "Yes, yes. My cock pleased you very well, I know," he chuckled, kissing the top of your head. You jutted your bottom lip, looking up at him. Your eyes were glossy with tears, and your nose was red from sniffling. Jisung cooed, tucking your hair behind your ears, "Gorgeous. So stunning," he whispered, leaning forward to sync your lips. You melted into the kiss, hands brushing his waist. Jisung pulled away, "Time to bathe, sweetheart. Maybe afterwards we could binge a show or two," he chuckled, lifting you.

Lee Felix

Felix sniffled, emotions running high after an intense session. You held his face, "Lix, are you alright?" you asked, brushing away the tears threatening to drop. Felix shook his head, "You know I didn't mean those words right? You know it was just a scene, right sunbeam?" he asked, lips wobbling with each word. You pulled him close, "Of course, I know that sunshine. You treat me with the utmost respect daily," you reassured, rubbing his back. Tears soaked your bare skin, "I got scared. Scared of unintentionally hurting you, sunbeam. I would never forgive myself for that," Felix whimpered, holding you firm against him. Tears pooled in your eyes, "Don't cry, sunshine. You know if you cry, I'll cry," you sniffled, rocking each other's sensitive bodies until you both relaxed.

Kim Seungmin

Seungmin tossed his head back, chest rising and falling, "Fuck," he sighed, groping your plump ass. You whined, "Min," you said, shifting forward. Seungmin hissed as the chill air grazed his slicked cock, "Come on, pup. Let's wash up," he chuckled, lifting you. "We look like a mess," you grumbled, looking at the blooming bruises and hickeys coating your skin. Seungmin winced, turning around only to see nail marks down his back, "We did quite a number, didn't we?" he smirked, turning on the shower. You rolled your eyes with a smile, "You were the one who wanted to switch positions midway," you teased, melting under the water. Seungmin chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist, "If I remember correctly, who was the one that kept begging to feel me deeper, hm?" he whispered, nipping your earlobe. You leaned back into him, "Hah, hah. Fine," you whined, lathering his body with soap.

Yang Jeongin

"Angel. My angel. All mine," Jeongin rambled, nuzzling your chest. You gulped, catching your breath, "Yours, all yours," you slurred, patting his head. Jeongin chuckled, rubbing your sides, "Was I too rough at any point?" he asked, tracing circles on your tummy. You shook your head, "Nope. Loved it all," you said, rubbing his ears. Jeongin sighed, pulling you by the waist, "Sit up, angel," he said, handing you a glass of water. You gulped it down, not realising you were that thirsty. He smiled, "Give me a minute," Jeongin said, bringing in cup noodles. "By the time we're done washing up the noodles would be ready," he said, pouring hot water into them. You giggled, taking his hand after he finished preparing, "I love you," you said, kissing his cheek. Jeongin twirled your waist, hips pressed against each other, "I love you more," he said, kissing your lips.

[fanficonly]

Am I wrong to be Shipping Kitty with all 3?

Like for real

Kitty x Minho ...Yes

Kitty x Dae ... Yes!

Kitty x Yuri ...YES.

Just YES I fucking love this show

P.S Don't worry I am still very much obsessed with Wenclair but XO Kitty broke me 😂

[missiletoe]

second yuri shipping olympics fill written on the same train LOL i dont have a link rn but this is HEAVILY inspired by that one seijoh / kinkuni paintball fic

Prompt: “It’s dangerous to go alone! Take this!”

Word Count: 668

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“It’s dangerous to go alone! Take this!” Kitty pushes a cardboard shield made from crudely-taped cereal boxes onto her chest.

Yuri stares at it blankly. She wordlessly pulls it up by one corner and a Frosted Flakes swings back and forth before eventually landing on the floor. The silence is deafening.

���Hey, it’s better than nothing,” Kitty protests. “Protection is important. Oh my god, I sound like my dad.”

“Kitty, it’s paintball. Not war,” Yuri says blankly.

“And that’s how I know that you’ve never played a round in the Song-Covey household! The backyard becomes a battlefield where promises carry as much weight as water. The stakes? The highest of all—loser takes chores for a week!”

Her pep talk does little for Yuri’s morale.

“I’m an only child and we have a cleaning lady. My mom also wasn’t exactly… head over heels to play paintball with me.”

“Which is why we’re making up for that now!” Kitty declares, smacking her gun back into the palm of her hand. “Not that we’re gonna last much longer if we stay here.”

She sidles up to the door so she can take a peek through the glass. Minho’s set up camp in the history classroom across the hallway because he’s a loser and a coward and a bad sport.

“We’re sitting ducks here,” she sighs. “They’ll starve us out—or worse, flush us out. You ready to go?”

Kitty has a tendency to leap before she looks and she already has one hand on the door before Yuri can respond.

“W-Wait!” Yuri yells suddenly, throwing herself at her to knock her off-balance. They go crashing onto the floor and Kitty flinches at the noise.

“What are you doing?” she hisses. She suddenly catalogs their positions—the fact that half of Yuri’s weight is pressed on top of her, her hair spilling out of its bun and their noses practically brushing. Kitty turns her own question on herself.

She scrambles back a good two feet before brushing herself off.

“The clock is ticking!” she says and that’s not the only thing racing right now. “We have to move! What’s wrong? Is it motion sickness? Cramps? I think I have Advil somewhere around here…”

Yuri watches her fumble through her bag, the color in her face steadily rising.

“I’m scared, okay?!”

It’s such a strange sentiment that Kitty drops her container of half-crushed Advil.

“You?” she echoes incredulously. “Scared?”

“Yes, fine! I admit it!” Yuri snaps, pushing her hair behind her ear. It’s criminal that it’s so cute, even as she’s on the verge of a mental breakdown. “Those things look like they hurt!”

“It’s fine,” Kitty laughs. “The pain numbs after like the fifth shot.”

“The fifth?” Yuri squeaks. Her breathing becomes erratic and Kitty realizes that she’s pushing her in the wrong direction. She takes a deep breath and tries a different angle.

“Yuri, you literally stood up to your mother who is, hands-down, the scariest individual I have ever met. You are the alpha Korean girl of the most prestigious school in the country and the only heir to the Han Hotel empire. You are more than qualified to kick some ass in paintball.”

Yuri blinks again but there’s a little more light in her eyes this time.

“Okay,” she says quietly and Kitty nods along vigorously.

“And I’ll be with you! Every step of the way!” She takes her hand and gives it a tight squeeze. Yuri doesn’t nod but she doesn’t protest either so Kitty takes it as an acknowledgement and pushes herself to her feet.

She comes crashing back onto the ground when Yuri tugs at her hand.

“Promise?” she asks, leaning in close. Kitty swallows back the urge to spontaneously combust and knocks their foreheads together.

“Promise! Now, are we ready to absolutely smoke Minho and his team of cowards?”

Yuri gives a tight, furious nod in response. Kitty grins and kicks open the door. She takes Yuri’s hand in hers and they go out, guns blazing.

[sassy-bi-latina]

Once again, even if I, myself am monogamous, I come to say Kitty has TWO hands, she can hold Dae's hand with one and the hold Yuri's hand with the other.

And BEFORE you come at me, yes Minho is attractive, yes he is sweet in his kind of way, yes he is protective. BUT, I don't ship them, they gave me very sibling energy since the beginning. Sorryyyyy

[graggieworld]

Loving this XO, Kitty presentation scene bc I find this so fun! Here are the ships I can think of at the moment that are my favorite ah!

And yes I think both Yuri and Minho are viable options and I’m living for this love triangle

[chanstopher]

sorry for randomly stopping by but fhdfhjd i only watched 2 episodes of xo, kitty so far and i'm already dying in kitty/minho hell (i generally just love minho sm already he's totally my fav character) and i can also see kitty/yuri so much dae is really cute but uhm. the e2l dynamics are just too good 🥲

yeah sorry i just got a little excited to see you liking the same ships on my dash

minho is so amazing hes such a little bitch and i adore it abhfjnk and something about him just always being like are u in love w me too then immediately made me be like omg i am sfnjfgdsf i dont want to spoil anything at all so i wont keep talking but yes e2l forever such a good ship dynamic especially when its done right and i think it could with either of them 🤭

[yourfaceislikeabluemoon]

Thick Thighs, Teary Eyes, Baby Blue Lies

Words: 4k

Warning: Language, Minho has a hyung kink, Changbin calls Minho his kitten (no actual pet play) and Minho refers to himself in third person as kitty, Changbin refers to himself as master a few times, minor cross-dressing, Minho is whiny and needy, Changbin is a little rough and possessive but nothing too major, kissing, marking, love bites, begging, degradation, both high-key have praise kinks although it’s never mentioned outright, name-calling i.e. whore, slut, Changbin fucks Minho’s thighs, cumming untouched, cum play/marking, Minho cries a lot, dacryphillia, nipple play, cock stepping but with a knee instead of a foot (cock kneeing just doesn’t sound right lmao), anal fingering, finger sucking, anal sex, condoms aren’t even mentioned (practice safe sex, y’all!) bc they’re in a devoted relationship with each other, Minho asks permission to cum, Minho squirts/pisses/whatever you want to call it, Changbin cums inside Minho, Minho is very shaky and disoriented and crying a lot afterwards, super sweet aftercare, Changbin is an angel and takes wonderful care of Minho, they take a bath together and it’s v soft and sweet, dom/top Changbin, sub/bottom Minho, light dom/sub.

A/N: hello! I’m back with another member x member fic! the idea barged into my head and wouldn’t leave so I had to write it! plus if you know me, you know that I bias both Minho and Changbin and Minbin is my favorite ship in Stray Kids so this was an absolute pleasure to write hehe I hope you enjoy reading and as always, please let me know your thoughts!! I love hearing from y’all ❤

Changbin was absorbed in a drama when Minho called him from the living room doorway. “Binnie?”

“Yeah?” The younger man mumbled and didn’t even glance away from the TV screen.

Minho huffed and shuffled into the room, raising his voice slightly to try to snap Changbin out of his TV-induced stupor. “Bin-ah!”

Attention unwavering, Changbin nodded in affirmation that he was ‘listening’ if Minho was trying to tell him something, “What, babe?”

The elder childishly stomped his foot, balling his fists at his sides and pouting as a dissatisfied noise bubbled from his throat. A smile twitched at the corner of Bin’s mouth, but Minho was too busy pouting to notice. Changbin stayed focused on his show as Minho softly padded further into the room until he was right in front of the younger man.

Faster than Bin could take in the sight of him, Minho plopped down into Changbin’s lap, thick, bare thighs on either side, and placed his still closed fists on the younger man’s chest, waiting. Changbin reached for the remote to switch the TV off; he could watch the rest of the drama another time.

He turned his attention to the man in his lap, "Aw, is my kitten needy?"

"Shut up!" Minho half-whined, half-shouted, looking away in embarrassment.

Changbin tapped Minho’s hip roughly in warning. "Now, now. Is that any way to speak to your master?"

Still unable to make eye contact, the elder slumped forward and buried his face in Bin’s neck. "No," he whispered ashamedly against his skin.

"No, what?"

Minho sighed and nuzzled further into Changbin, whining apologetically, "No, kitty was bad. Kitty is sorry, hyung."

"That's my good boy," Bin praised, petting Minho’s hair with one hand while the other traced patterns over the back of the oversized hoodie, the only article of clothing aside from briefs the elder was wearing. Changbin was pretty sure it was his hoodie, considering how big it was on Minho -- the hemline reached just about the middle of his thighs. The fact that it was his hoodie only served to make Changbin’s body feel hotter.

“This mine?” He asked as he gently tugged at the hemline. Minho nodded into his neck. “Mm, I love it when you wear my clothes, babe.”

Bin could feel the elder smile against his skin, “I know you do.”

“Yeah, and you usually wear my clothes when you want something because you think it softens me up or some shit, right?” Changbin chuckled as he felt Minho’s grin widen.

Minho sat up straight and looked down his nose at the younger man. “So what if I do?”

Bin rolled his eyes playfully and smoothed his hands over Minho’s bare thighs, causing the elder to shiver in his hold. “Alright, what do you want then, babe? Try me.”

Smirking, Minho flattened his palms against Changbin’s pecs before snaking his arms around his neck and leaning in to brush their noses together. “Maybe I just want you.”

Changbin swallowed thickly and unconsciously tugged the elder closer, “That can be arranged.”

“Well, that was easy,” Minho mumbled under his breath. It earned him a slap across the right side of his ass which, in turn, urged a pitiful whimper to pass his lips as he sank into the younger man again.

“Beg properly, or you won’t get what you want,” Changbin growled in Minho’s ear. “We both know I can easily hold out. And we both know you’re the needy one in this situation. So, beg, kitten.” He paused to yank the elder back by his hair with one hand, causing Minho to let out a strangled yelp, while his other hand gripped tightly at Minho’s jaw. “Tell me exactly what you want and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

Minho took a shaky breath and did what was demanded of him, “Please. Kitty needs you. Needs you to fuck him with your cock so he can’t sit down for days.” The elder let out a wanton moan when his eyes slipped closed and his imagination ran wild. “Please, hyung,” he whispered, inadvertently grinding his hips as a particularly vulgar image of Changbin roughly fucking him flashed in his mind.

Bin loosened his grip and leaned forward to mouth at Minho’s ear. “Good boy,” he praised, loving how the elder shivered again in response. He reached down to smooth over Minho’s pretty thighs once more, sliding his palms up to grasp at his hips as he continued to nip and suck at the elder’s earlobe. Minho melted at his touch, pleading sweetly for more when Changbin fluidly rolled their hips together.

The younger man smiled against the delicate skin under Minho’s ear, leaving a kiss there before the elder gave in and turned his head to finally kiss Changbin’s doll-like lips. He sighed blissfully as soon as their lips met and tightened his hold around Bin’s neck.

Changbin couldn’t disguise how much he loved kissing Minho or how desperate it made him. He pulled the older man in closer by his clutch on Minho’s hips, grinding up and driving another sweet moan from Minho which he eagerly swallowed as their mouths moved together hotly.

Chests plastered together and Minho’s fingers tangled in the strands of hair at the nape of the younger man’s neck, the two kissed for what felt like hours, only finally pulling away and resting their foreheads together to catch their breath, lips bitten red and beautifully kiss-swollen.

“Fuck, I love you,” Changbin whispered between heaving breaths. Minho smiled brightly at him, chuckling as the younger immediately moved to mouth at his neck, sucking shades of claret and sanguine into his skin. The elder sharply inhaled when Bin found a particularly sensitive spot and bit down on it. He lapped at the mark he left. “Love that you’re mine,” Changbin mumbled between kisses over the branded skin. “Mine.”

“Yes, kitty’s yours, hyung.” Minho whimpered as he rolled his hips yet again, “All yours!”

Changbin smirked against him, “So needy for me, baby.” He dipped his hands underneath the hoodie to ghost his hands up and down the heated skin of Minho’s sides but came across something unexpected before he could do so. “What’s this?” Bin pushed the elder to sit up straighter and lifted the front of the hoodie just enough to expose the lower part of his stomach. There, where Changbin expected a normal pair of briefs to be hugging Minho’s hips, Minho’s hard, leaking cock was trapped behind baby blue lace. The younger man stared at the way the delicate material clung to him, pre-cum already seeping through the holes of the dainty floral pattern.

“God, you’re needier than I thought! Pulled out all the stops to try to get in my pants, didn’t you?” Bin taunted, smirk still evident on his smug face as he slowly dragged his gaze up to meet Minho’s eyes. Or at least he tried to. Minho had brought a sweater paw up to his face, staring off at an apparently very interesting section of wall, blush high on his gorgeous cheekbones. Changbin scoffed at him, “Dressed like this,” he paused to gesture at the man in his lap, “and you can’t even look me in the eye.” He heard more than saw Minho gulp in trepidation.

Changbin grabbed the elder by the hips again and tossed him onto the couch next to him. Minho squeaked in surprise, covering his face with two sweater paws instead of one. “Hiding, huh?” Bin prompted. “Is my whore too ashamed of himself?”

Minho whined pathetically behind the fabric of the hoodie. Changbin tutted, “Greedy, greedy kitten. Only wants my cock.” He leaned over him and unceremoniously yanked Minho’s hands away from his face by his wrists, sneering at him, “Filthy slut wants so much attention, but as soon as he gets his way, he can’t even look at his master’s face!”

Changbin languidly dropped Minho’s hands and sat back on his heels. “Pitiful. Such a disappointment.”

The second that word left Bin’s lips, Minho scrambled to sit up in front of him, wide eyes all watery and pleading. “Hyung, no! Kitty’s sorry! So so sorry! Only want hyung. Love hyung. So much. Please, kitty’s really sorry!”

Bin gripped Minho’s jaw once again and raised a challenging eyebrow at him. “It won’t happen again, will it, kitten?”

Minho tried to shake his head in Changbin’s grasp, “Kitty promises!”

“That’s my good boy. Now lay back down,” Bin motioned towards the cushions and Minho quickly obeyed.

“Is hyung gonna fuck kitty now?” Minho questioned, curious eyes blinking rapidly as he laid down comfortably.

“No.”

The elder protested, whining and wailing, but Bin cut him off, “Ah, ah. If you’re a good boy for hyung and do as I say, maybe.”

“Yes, hyung,” Minho laid back on the sofa cushion and waited.

Changbin moved to lift Minho’s hoodie but he paused, “Any more surprises?”

The elder shook his head, “No, hyung. Does hyung not like kitty’s surprise?”

“Oh, baby,” Bin softened immediately. “Hyung loves it. My kitten looks so beautiful. Your cute little cock looks so pretty in lace, baby!” Changbin bent down to press a few gentle kisses over Minho’s clothed cock, urging giggles and little moans to pass his lips.

“Thank you, hyung.”

“Now,” Bin sighed as he sat back up, palming himself through his sweats. “Hyung is going to fuck these pretty thighs of yours and cum all over his kitten’s lovely surprise. How does that sound?” Minho looked like he was about to protest again but Changbin lifted a brow and he contented.

Bin moved to untuck himself but the elder reached for his hand to stop him. The look he received for his sudden disobedience chilled him to the bone but Minho quickly explained himself, “Kitty thinks hyung is really pretty, too.” His cheeks reddened and he glanced away shyly before looking back up at Changbin, big eyes shining wetly. “Can kitty see hyung, please? Wanna see hyung’s muscles while he fucks kitty’s thighs.”

“Fuck!” Changbin growled and lunged forward, smashing his lips onto Minho’s and kissing him roughly. He wrapped his arm around Minho’s small waist and squeezed tightly while his other hand harshly gripped Minho’s jaw, guiding him in the kiss. The elder panted into Changbin’s mouth, whining as the younger man sucked and bit at his lips. “You can’t just say things like that, baby! You drive me fucking crazy!” Bin groaned against Minho’s mouth before pulling away to pull his own shirt over his head. “Better?”

Minho stared at him with wide eyes, gaze dancing over the curves and lines of Changbin’s muscular torso. He nodded dumbly, mouth agape and lips still glistening from the heated kiss they had just shared. The elder hesitantly reached up to just barely trail his fingertips over Bin’s heated skin and the younger man couldn’t help but shiver under the light touch.

Changbin stood up from the couch to remove his sweats and grab the lube from the drawer in the end table before kneeling on the cushion and positioning Minho’s legs how he wanted them. “Ready, kitten?” Minho bit his lip and nodded again, eyes fixated on the space where his thick thighs met each other, waiting for Bin to thrust between them. The younger man hissed as he coated his angry red cock with lube. He lined himself up, Minho’s calves resting on his shoulder, and slowly pushed in while the elder tensed his muscles without being asked to. Changbin let out a long groan and his eyes fluttered closed, “Good boy.”

Preening at the praise but unable to look anywhere but where Changbin’s cock was peeking out between his thighs, Minho moaned right along with him, craving friction on his own aching cock. Bin began to thrust, slowly at first with long, drawn out strokes. He kissed and bit at Minho’s legs, clutching them to his chest as he quickened his pace. Minho watched him in awe - fascinated by how his muscles tensed and relaxed, how his face contorted in pleasure, how his noises became more high-pitched the closer he got to release.

“Gonna cum,” Changbin breathed. “Gonna cum all over your pretty cock and your pretty stomach. You want that, baby?”

Minho nodded energetically, “Yes, please, hyung! Use kitty to make you cum!”

Changbin moaned wantonly as he rapidly thrusted into Minho’s thighs, throwing his head back, “Fuck!” He quickly took one calf in each hand and spread Minho’s legs, giving himself a full view of Minho’s pretty, lace-covered cock. Bin held one leg down by gripping the meat of the elder’s thigh while his other hand tugged at his own cock. Eyebrows furrowing in pleasure, the younger man whispered the Minho’s name just loud enough for him to hear as he covered his lower half with his cum, stripes of white splayed over the baby blue lace.

Minho’s own dick twitched and he whimpered as he came untouched, staining the dainty fabric. A few spurts spilled out of the thin material, mixing with Changbin’s cum that covered his lower abdomen. “Fuck, you look so beautiful, baby! And I didn’t even have to touch your cute cock to make you cum!” Bin praised, dragging his fingertips through the mess and smearing it around, ruining the pretty lingerie even more.

The elder blushed and looked up at Changbin expectantly. Bin smirked knowingly as he leaned over Minho to brush the hair from his eyes with his clean hand. “Does my greedy kitten still want more?” Minho pouted and reached up to throw his arms around Changbin’s neck, dragging him down for another kiss.

“Please, hyung. Want you!” Minho whined against his lips.

Changbin feigned confusion, “You want me? I thought you just wanted my cock!”

Tears began to well up in the elder’s eyes as his desperation got the best of him. “Want hyung! Want you, hyung! Kitty wants hyung, please! Kitty needs you!”

Minho wrapped his legs around Changbin’s hips in an effort to bring him closer. The younger man gently collapsed onto him, essentially trapping their dicks between themselves in the sticky mess they had created. A choked sob mixed with a moan passed Minho’s lips at the friction on his sensitive cock. Bin let out a huff at the contact but rolled his hips against the elder’s.

“Still so needy, aren’t you, baby? You say you want me,” Changbin paused, shaking his head. “But I think you want my cock, too.”

“Please,” Minho blubbered, a single tear falling as his lower lip quivered.

Changbin swallowed a growl, hand reaching up to trace Minho’s cheekbone, breaking the track the tear had left on his skin. “So fucking gorgeous when you cry,” he spoke, barely a whisper. “My beautiful baby.”

He captured Minho’s lips in another heated kiss. Snaking a hand under the hoodie, Bin brushed his fingertips over one of Minho’s very sensitive nipples, taking the opportunity to suck on the elder’s tongue when he gasped into his mouth. Changbin smirked at the older man’s reaction.

Suddenly needing him out of the article of clothing, Bin broke the kiss and sat back on his knees, lifting the hoodie over Minho’s head when he obediently sat up. Minho reached to take off the lingerie but Changbin stopped him, coy smirk playing upon his lips, “These stay on a little longer.”

Minho pouted and mumbled something about them being “uncomfy” but he didn’t put up a fight. The younger man’s hands found Minho’s ribcage and he brushed his thumbs over the elder’s pert nipples as he leaned in once again, kissing him with a desire to eat him whole. Minho mewled softly, arching into the touch, hips canting in search of more friction. After a few muttered pleas, the elder wailed loudly, throat tight with unshed tears, “Hyung, please fuck me! Please!”

Changbin sneered as he repositioned himself, kneeling on the couch cushion between Minho’s legs. Hands covering Minho’s own knees, he switched his weight to one leg and nudged at the elder’s sensitive cock with the other. “Are you sure you want to be fucked, or do you just want to cum again?” He punctuated his words by grinding his knee against Minho’s dick. The older man howled in a mix of pain and pleasure. “Because I can make you cum again.”

The dam broke and a flood of tears flowed from Minho’s eyes. He sniffled and sobbed, cock twitching under Changbin’s weight as Minho thrusted against his bony knee. Chasing the friction and thrashing around on the sofa, Minho begged as best he could for the younger man to fuck him but he could only form a few coherent words. “Please! Hyung, please! Need fucked, please!”

“Look at you, so pitiful!” Changbin mocked, poking and prodding and pressing Minho’s cock, dragging more and more sobs and whines from him. “I’ll fuck you, baby. I’ll fuck the tears right out of you. You look so pretty when you cry. Don’t you want to look pretty for hyung?”

Minho nodded eagerly, still crying and canting his hips as Bin leaned forward to kiss him again, putting even more pressure on Minho’s trapped cock. “Perfect, pathetic whore,” he whispered against his lips. Changbin tugged at Minho’s lower lip with his teeth before pulling away, sitting back up and planted both knees on the sofa. He reached for the lube he had tossed behind himself earlier and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers.

“You look too gorgeous in these,” Bin sighed as he pulled aside the lace to expose Minho’s twitching hole. “They’re staying on while I fuck you.” The younger man circled Minho’s rim with his slick fingers before plunging in a single digit past the tight ring of muscles. The elder gasped loudly, immediately shoving two of his own fingers in his mouth to quiet himself.

Changbin scoffed, “Greedy slut needs his mouth filled, hmm? I’d fuck your mouth and make you choke on my cock,” he paused to shove another finger in without warning. “But I’d rather fuck you right here.” Bin punctuated his words by massaging Minho’s prostate, having found it with no trouble considering he had memorized every inch of his body with ease.

“Ngh, hyung!” Minho cried, words muffled by the fingers in his mouth. Changbin smirked at him and pumped his digits in and out, scissoring them frequently. But Minho was impatient. He removed his own fingers from his mouth and whined for Changbin, “‘s enough! Want hyung!”

Bin shook his head but took his fingers out nonetheless, knowing Minho loved a little pain anyway. He slathered more lube on his cock and used what remained on his hand to smear on Minho’s hole. “Ready for hyung’s cock, kitten?”

“Please, please, please…” Minho begged as the younger man lined himself up. His eyes rolled to the back of his head when Changbin plunged into him, filling him up just how he adored. “Yes, yes, yes…” the elder chanted, whimpering and sobbing as Bin pounded into him quicker than he expected.

Changbin’s pace faltered as he untucked Minho’s cute, pink dick from its messy confines. The older man blinked up at Bin, more tears falling from his eyes, and jutted out his bottom lip. Changbin’s countenance softened and he couldn’t help but smile slightly. He reached up with his free hand to thumb away some of Minho’s tears while he pumped his cock with the other. “My pretty baby.” Minho choked out a sob and threw his head back when Bin dug his thumb into his slit. “Does my kitten want to cum?”

Minho sniffled and clutched at the couch fabric, taking a shaky breath before looking at Changbin again. “Can I, hyung? Please?”

The younger man gently caressed his cheek before bending down to kiss him firmly. “You asked so sweetly, of course you can, baby!” Changbin whispered against his lips, moulding their lips together again and swallowing Minho’s pretty moans as he brought him closer to the edge.

Bin tugged at the older man’s dick a few more times, kissing him roughly. “C’mon, kitten. Cum on hyung’s cock?”

A shudder ran through Minho when Changbin gave him permission. He kissed the younger man harder, one hand still fisted in the sofa material while the other tangled in the strands of Bin’s hair. Minho came with a shout against Changbin’s lips, tears running down his cheeks while Bin helped him ride out his orgasm, pumping his spurting cock and kissing tenderly at his mouth and face.

“Thank you,” the elder whispered when the aftershocks calmed.

Changbin straightened up, a soft smile on his lips. “A little more so hyung can cum. Be a good boy for me, hmm?”

Minho nodded and maneuvered to hold both of his legs up by the backs of his knees, “Use kitty to make hyung cum.”

Bin wasted no time in picking up the pace of his thrusts, grunting and groaning as he neared his own climax. The angle was causing him to hit Minho’s prostate with every stroke. It punched whimpers and moans from the elder’s throat as his spent cock twitched in renewed interest.

Fresh tears flowed from his eyes as he sobbed out a scream, “Hyung! Feels funny! Don’t wanna cum again! ‘s too soo-” Minho grit his teeth and threw his head back -- the veins in his neck looked as if they’d burst at any moment. “Shit! Oh shit, fuck!” He cursed through his teeth.

Changbin groaned loudly when Minho clenched around him, almost restricting his movement. He gripped Minho’s cock with one hand and circled his other palm over the cockhead. Minho thrashed, cursing and bawling, overwhelmed with pleasure as clear liquid gushed from his abused cock. Bin found it overpoweringly hot and his orgasm hit him like a truck, out of nowhere. He pumped Minho full of his cum as the elder’s cock continued to dribble.

When they both had somewhat caught their breath, Changbin, who was much more coherent than his counterpart, gently pulled out of Minho and leaned over him. Minho was sobbing even harder than he had been and Bin quickly set about aftercare.

“Hey, hey, shh. It’s alright. I’m here. You did so well for me,” he reassured the older man as he brushed the sweaty hair off Minho’s face. Minho’s entire body was shaking so much, he was practically vibrating. Changbin held him close and whispered praises against his temple, “My perfect baby. You did so good. I’m so proud of you. I love you so much, baby.”

A few minutes later, Minho’s crying had reduced to sniffles and his shaking had calmed down immensely. He clutched at Changbin as blinked away the haze in his mind, trying to return to reality.

“We have to clean up, babe,” Bin reminded after a little while, sensing the gross stickiness between them. “Do you think you’ll be ok while I grab a wet washcloth and start a bath for us?” Minho nodded, blinking slowly, and Changbin thought that there was a good chance he would be asleep by the time he returned but he promised to be quick anyway.

It didn’t take long to get the water running and a warm rag for the fast cleanup and Minho was surprisingly still awake when Bin returned to the living room. He carefully wiped him down, mindful to avoid spending too much time on the sensitive areas -- they would relax and soak in the bath to clean the rest. Once he had finished and Minho had given him a lazy smile of approval and thanks, Changbin rushed off to get a glass of water for them both.

When Minho had downed the glass, Bin gathered him in his arms and carried him to the bathroom, delicately placing him in the perfectly warm bathwater. He slid in behind the elder and pulled him to his chest, relaxing back into the tub. Bin ran his fingers through Minho’s hair as Minho turned to lay his head on Changbin’s chest, letting the sound of his heartbeat soothe him.

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to finish your drama,” Minho murmured after a while, a tired smile curving his lips.

Changbin, who had sworn the elder had dozed off, burst into laughter, “I love you, babe!”

[k-fiction-therapy]

Masterlist

FANFICTION: 

B.A.P:

Naked Brunch [Daehyun/Jongup/Female Reader] (19+)

BIGBANG:

Modern Art [GDTOP] (PG-13)

BTS:

You Wanna Try Me? [TaeKook] (18+)

You Should Be Nicer To Yourself [YoonSeok] (PG)

Just Another Face In The Crowd [Jungkook/Female Reader] (PG-13)

Clandestine In The Moonlight [Taehyung] (19+)

EXO:

Cure For Lethargy [SeSoo] (PG-13)

Laundry Day [Mini] [Minseok/Sehun/Baekhyun] (PG)

GOT7:

Take Me, The Both Of You [Youngjae/Jackson/Female Reader] (18+)

I Miss You Too [Youngjae (& Jaebum [Mentioned])] (18+)

Truth or Dare [Jackson/Male Reader] (18+)

You’re Mine [Jaebum/Female Reader] (18+)

After The Fansign [MarkSon] (18+)

You’re Too Nice [Jackson/Reader] (18+)

MONSTA X:

In The Storage Closet [Kiho] (18+)

You Are My Sun [WonHyuk] (PG-13)

“Hey Honey, You Got Something For Me?” [JooKyun] (19+)

Time To Hit The Showers [Shownu/Female Reader] (18+)

The Skype Call [HyungWonho] (18+)

Shower Time~ [Shownu/Reader] (18+)

Yes, Senpai [Kihyun/Female Reader] (19+)

I’m Not Usually Like This [Minhyuk/Reader] (18+)

I Think I Can Take You [Shownu/Reader] (19+)

Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty~ [JooKyun] (19+)

Shy Taste~ [Shownu/Female Reader] (18+)

Into The Night (Version 1 - Shownu) [Shownu/Reader] (18+)

Into The Night (Version 2 - Wonho) [Wonho/Reader] (18+)

Into The Night (Version 3 - Minhyuk) [Minhyuk/Reader] (18+)

Into The Night (Version 4 - Kihyun) [Kihyun/Reader] (18+)

Into The Night (Version 5 - Hyungwon) [Hyungwon/Reader] (18+)

Into The Night (Version 6 - Jooheon) [Jooheon/Reader] (18+)

Into The Night (Version 7 - Changkyun) [Changkyun/Reader] (18+)

NCT:

At Least Hold My Hand [Lucas/Ten] (19+)

The Ritual (19+)

Neon City (Part I) [JaeYong]

SEVENTEEN:

Studio Session [SoonHoon] (19+)

I Love You, Noona [DK/Female Reader] (18+)

Good Samaritan, Voyeur [SoonHoon] (18+)

All You Had To Do Was Ask [DK/Reader] (18+)

SHINee:

Dizzying Attraction, MOVE [Taemin/Reader] (18+)

Bound [Taemin/Male Reader] (19+)

Leader’s Girl [Onew/Female Reader] (PG-13)

There’s Something About Your Body, Body, Body [Taemin/Female Reader] (18+)

After Practice [Taemin/Reader] (18+)

VIXX:

Beautiful Liar [WonTaek, LR] (18+)

Let Me Hear Your Voice [Leo/Reader] (PG-13)

Mixed:

Press It, Say Hello [TaeKai] (19+)

I Knew The Moment I Met You [TaeKai] (19+)

Soloists:

Welcome Home [₩uNo/Reader] (18+)

Actors/Actresses:

Distant Boy [Lee Jongsuk/Reader] (NC-17)

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FLASH FICTION:

A.C.E:

DongJun Ship Mini Plot

ASTRO:

MoonbinXWOC Reader Mini Plot

ATEEZ:

Song Mingi & Reader Greek Mythology AU Mini Plot

HongjoongXJongho Mini-Fic Plot

B.A.P: 

YonggukXMale!Reader Mini: Awkward Boner

HimchanXMale!Reader Mini: Awkward Boner

DaehyunXMale!Reader Mini: Awkward Boner

YoungjaeXMale!Reader Mini: Awkward Boner

JongupXMale!Reader Mini: Awkward Boner

ZeloXMale!Reader Mini: Awkward Boner

Meanwhile Backstage [DaeUp]

BTS:

Sauce~ [NamJin] 

Compassion~ [Jimin]

Back In The Hotel Room [Jimin]

Handsome~ [JiKook]

Delicious~ [Taehyung/Female Reader]

TaeKook Mini Plot

NamjoonXReader Mini: Thigh Riding

SeokjinXReader Mini: Thigh Riding

YoongiXReader Mini: Thigh Riding

HoseokXReader Mini: Thigh Riding

JiminXReader Mini: Thigh Riding

TaehyungXReader Mini: Thigh Riding

JungkookXReader Mini: Thigh Riding

Morning Rhythm [Jimin] 

JiminX[Older]Female!Reader Mini: Noona Kink

JungkookX[Older]Female!Reader Mini: Noona Kink

JinX[Older]Female!Reader Mini: Noona Kink

TaehyungX[Older]Female!Reader Mini: Noona Kink

RMX[Older]Female!Reader Mini: Noona Kink

J-HopeX[Older]Female!Reader Mini: Noona Kink

SugaX[Older]Female!Reader Mini: Noona Kink

DAY6:

SungjinXReader Mini: Tied Up & Waiting

JaeXReader Mini: Tied Up & Waiting

YoungKXReader Mini: Tied Up & Waiting

WonpilXReader Mini: Tied Up & Waiting

DowoonXReader Mini: Tied Up & Waiting

GOT7:

Being Tall Suits You- [YugBam]

JaebumXReader Mini: Cumming Inside

JinyoungXReader Mini: Cumming Inside

MarkXReader Mini: Cumming Inside

JacksonXReader Mini: Cumming Inside

YoungjaeXReader Mini: Cumming Inside

BambamXReader Mini: Cumming Inside

YugyeomXReader Mini: Cumming Inside

MONSTA X:

WonhoXReader Mini Plot

Good Morning, Hyunwoo [ShowKi]

Pretty Boys Shouldn’t Cry [HyungWonho]

Over The Edge [Shownu/Reader]

You’re My Ideal Type [Wonho/Female Reader]

ShownuXReader Mini: Grinding

KihyunXReader Mini: Grinding

MinhyukXReader Mini: Grinding

HyungwonXReader Mini: Grinding

WonhoXReader Mini: Grinding

JooheonXReader Mini: Grinding

ChangkyunXReader Mini: Grinding

ShownuXReader Mini: Finger Sucking

KihyunXReader Mini: Finger Sucking

MinhyukXReader Mini: Finger Sucking

HyungwonXReader Mini: Finger Sucking

WonhoXReader Mini: Finger Sucking

JooheonXReader Mini: Finger Sucking

ChangkyunXReader Mini: Finger Sucking

ShownuXReader Mini: Loud In Bed

KihyunXReader Mini: Loud In Bed

MinhyukXReader Mini: Loud In Bed

HyungwonXReader Mini: Loud In Bed

WonhoXReader Mini: Loud In Bed

JooheonXReader Mini: Loud In Bed

ChangkyunXReader Mini: Loud In Bed

NCT:

YuWin Ship Mini Plot

LucasXTaeil HighSchool!AU Mini Plot

JaehyunXDoyoung Greek Mythology AU Full Plot

JohnnyXJaehyun Mini Plot

~Oral Fixation~ [Jungwoo/Johnny/Jaehyun]

JaehyunXTaeyong Plot

SHINee:

Enjoyable [OnTae]

What A Beautiful View [OnHo]

TaeKey Omegaverse AU Plot

OnewXReader Mini: Being Unable To Walk After Sex

KibumXReader Mini: Being Unable To Walk After Sex

MinhoXReader Mini: Being Unable To Walk After Sex

TaeminXReader Mini: Being Unable To Walk After Sex

Stray Kids:

Changlix Fantasy AU Plot

VIXX:

LR Fantasy AU Rough Plot

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ASK GAMES:

1 Idol/1 object/1 word:

Jungwoo/Bath Robe/“Firey”

Kihyun/Phone/“Naughty”

Sehyoon/Pillow/“Femdom”

Namjoon/Collar/“Beg”

BamBam/Crown/“Bratty”

Ziu/Bathing Suit/“Sparkle”

Hakyeon/Scepter/“Master”

Changkyun/Vibrator/“Risky”

Jooheon/Blindfold/“Pegging”

Taekwoon/Belt/“Daddy”

TOP/Leather Gloves/“Listen”

Mingi/Sushi/“Friendship”

YoungK/Leash/“Pet”

Rainy day:

Wonho [Monsta X]

Daehyun [B.A.P] 

Youngjae [B.A.P]

I.M [Monsta X]

Kihyun [Monsta X]

Donghan [JBJ]

Jinho [Pentagon]

A-Z Smut Alphabet:

Wonho [Monsta X]

Jungkook [BTS]

Namjoon [BTS]

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MOODBOARDS:

ATEEZ:

Mingi hands free masturbating Moodboard

B.A.P:

Skydive, Freefall Character Moodboard: Jongup

Skydive, Freefall Character Moodboard: Himchan

Skydive, Freefall - DaeUp Moodboard

Skydive, Freefall Character Moodboard: Daehyun

Skydive, Freefall Character Moodboard: Zelo

Skydive, Freefall Character Moodboard: Youngjae

Skydive, Freefall Character Moodboard: Yongguk

Skydive, Freefall Character Moodboard: Reader

Skydive, Freefall Character Moodboard: Hakyeon

Daehyun - Gangster/Daddy

BIGBANG:

GDTOP - Our Love Is Art

BTS:

Jimin - “Morning Rhythm”

DAY6:

Dowoon - Sub/Kisses

YoungK - Sub/Fox

JBJ:

Kenta - “So Pretty In Pink”

MONSTA X:

Wonho - “Rope Bunny”

Changkyun - Neko~

Changkyun - Subby

Jooheon - Daddy

NCT:

Doyoung as Asclepius Moodboard

Jaehyun as Caduceus Moodboard

Jaehyun - “Rich Boy”

Taeyong - “Soft Pride”

Yuta - “Senpai”

Johnny - “Long Distance”

Jungwoo - “Shark”

Yuta - “90′s Heartthrob”

Yuta - Kyoto

Yuta - Samurai

SHINee:

Taemin - “Purple Neon”

Taemin - “Bondage”

Taemin - Blue Night 

Taemin - Blood Orange 

Taemin - Purple

WINNER:

Mino - “Red Neon”

VIXX:

Water Nymph Leo Moodboard

Centaur Ravi Moodboard

Soloists:

Zion.T - 70′s

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VIDEOS:

Let Me Hear Your Voice [Vampire!Leo/Reader]

Skydive, Freefall Fanfiction Trailer

Skydive, Freefall DaeUp Teaser 

The Devil On Two Sticks Teaser [Pseudo Prequel to “The Ritual”]

[minminyoonjii]

When They Notice You Crying During Sex [OT8/Fem! Reader]

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🌹CW Fem! Reader|Dacryphilia|Smut Fluff|Cunnilingus|Crying|Heavy Teasing And Mocking|Rough Sex|Degrading Praise Kink|Needy! Reader|Pleasure Drunk! Reader

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.4K

Bang Chan

You hiccuped a sob, staring down at Chan's piercing gaze. Chan hummed, kissing your inner thighs "Aww little one, why are you crying hm?" he asked, pumping his fingers into your squelching walls. You choked on a cry, covering your mouth to muffle the sounds. Chan removed your hand, rubbing circles on your pulsing clit "Tell me little one, or I'll stop," he said, holding a firm grip on your wrist. You sobbed, tears genuinely spilling down your cheeks. Chan's eyes widened, initially thinking they were your usual sobs but when you burst into tears, he froze. "Little one, what's wrong? Am I making you tear up? Fuck," he said, wiping your tears away. You sniffled "Feels too good, Channie," you whined, leaning into his palm. Chan sighed in relief, "Fuck, is my little one getting drunk on my fingers? Is that all this is?" he asked, curling his fingers against your g-spot. You nodded, "I'm sorry," you sobbed, wiping your tears. Chan cooed, "It's okay, little one. You're my little crybaby, yeah? My little girl," he said, fucking his fingers with vigour.

Lee Minho

"Minnie pl-please," you moaned, gripping his biceps as he pounded your pussy. Minho groaned, pressing his forehead against yours "Take what you're given, kitten," he gritted, tightening his hold around your thighs. You closed your eyes, hiccupping weak sobs. Minho paused, panic running through his head "Fuck, fuck, shit. Kitten, did I hurt you?" he asked, carefully shifting your body to slip his cock from your walls but you held his wrists to stop him. "Don't st-stop," you sniffled, looking up at him with glossy tear-brimmed eyes. Minho bit his bottom lip, gulping "What's your colour, baby?" he asked, needing to know for sure that you're alright. "Green! Please, please, so so green," you begged, tears spilling down your cheeks. Minho sighed in relief, hooking his arms around your head to hold you closer "Did my cock overwhelm you, sweet kitty? Was I fucking you too good?" he smirked, thrusting his cock at a gentle pace. You nodded your head vigorously "Yes, yes, yes. Love your cock too much, Minnie," you babbled, wrapping your arms around his neck. Minho chuckled, picking up his initial pace, "So fucking cute," he groaned, thrusting his hips ruthlessly.

Seo Changbin

You sniffled, tears dripping without warning. Changbin froze, releasing his grip around your waist "Fuck love, did I go too rough? Did I hold you too tight?" he rambled, cupping your cheeks. You whined, choking on a sob "Too big," you sobbed, blood burning under your skin. Changbin's jaw dropped, "Is my cock filling you up so good that you're crying, lovely? he asked, rubbing your abdomen. You nodded your head, wiping the stray tears streaming down your face. Changbin felt a brush on his ego at your confession, "Aren't you the cutest little love to ever exist, hm?" he laughed, bewildered by what was happening before him. You whined, burying your face into the crook of his neck. Changbin cooed, rubbing your back "My sweet lovely, you're going to kill me someday from how adorable you are," he said, taking those words to heart. You smacked his shoulder weakly, rolling your hips only to sob again. Changbin held you close, "Don't move, love. Let me take care of you," he said, guiding your body with his thrusts. You choked on a sniffle, head spinning from the drag of his cock. Changbin groaned, "Go on and cry on my cock, love. Let me see everything," he said, pulling you in for a kiss.

Hwang Hyunjin

"I'm going to ruin you, sweetheart. You'd love that wouldn't you?" he mocked, tapping his throbbing cockhead on your clit. A drawn whine spilt past your lips "Don't tease, Jinnie," you huffed, staring up at him with half-lidded eyes. Hyunjin groaned, smirk etched on his lips "But I'm not, sweetheart," he said, slicking his cock between your folds. You dug your nails into the comforters below, "Please," you begged. Hyunjin did nothing but laugh at your reaction "Adorable," he said, pushing his cock into your tight fluttering walls. You gasped, breath caught in your throat. Hyunjin smirked, rolling his thrusts when tears streamed down your flushed cheeks. His eyes widened, jaw-dropping "Sweetheart, fuck. Was I too mean? Fuck, I didn't mean to hurt you," he panicked, holding you close to his chest. You whimpered, shaking your head "No, just needed you so bad," you sobbed, grinding down on his cock. Hyunjin grunted, tilting his head back "You gave me quite a scare, sweetheart. Now, let me give you what you need." he groaned, kissing up your jaw.

Han Jisung

You whimpered, gripping his shoulders to ground yourself. Jisung hummed, kissing your shoulders to your neck "Easy, darling. My cock isn't going anywhere," he cooed, nibbling your ear. You sniffled, fucking your tight cunt around his cock. Jisung held your hips, feeling your tears drip down his bare chest "What's wrong, darling? Why is my sweet darling crying?" he asked, biting his bottom lip in worry. You sobbed, "Need your cock, need to feel you," you babbled, crying when he made you stop. Jisung scoffed out a chuckle "Aww, you needed this huh? Needed my thick cock filling your tight little hole," he cooed, guiding your hips down his cock. You nodded, tears spilling freely "Need, need, need," you sobbed, moaning when Jisung fucked his hips up your pussy. "I know, I know you need it badly. Don't worry, darling. I got you," he mumbled, thrusting his cock up your aching cunt. You keened, resting your face into the crook of his neck. "That's it. Fuck," Jisung groaned.

Lee Felix

"Oh fuck, you're such a sweet girl for me," he growled, thrusting his hips at a steady pace. "Yours, yours, yours. Please," you keened, wrapping your legs around his waist. Felix groaned, quickening his pace "Mine. You're all mine, sweet girl," he groaned, fucking his cock within your ribbed walls till the hilt. You whimpered, head clouding from the pleasure and pain. Felix choked on a grunt, eyes widening at your tear-brimmed eyes "Oh fuck, sweet girl. Are you uncomfortable? Am I hurting you anywhere?" he asked, eyes darting in a panic. You choked on a sob, "No! Your just cock feels too good," you cried, needing more of him. Felix's eyes soften "Ah, sweet girl. My cock fits you too perfectly doesn't it?" he asked, thrusting his hips. "Yes, yes, yes. To-Too perfect," you sniffled, staring up at him with your desperate eyes. Felix cooed, wrapping his arms under your thighs, "Then let me bury my cock in you like the sweet little girl you are," he grunted, fucking his cock in your cunt with deep and thorough thrusts.

Kim Seungmin

"Minnie!" You whimpered, tightening your grip on his hair. The drag of his tongue on your clit, sent jolts of pleasure up your body. Seungmin chuckled against your sopping folds "Cute," he mumbled, thrusting his fingers in tandem with his tongue. Your jaw dropped into a silent scream, tears spilling down your face. Seungmin looked up, stopping his movements "Oh shit, princess. Do you need your safeword? Should I stop?" he asked, rubbing your trembling thighs. You sniffled, hiccuping "Please don't, Minnie. Need you, please," you pleaded, bringing his head back in front of your soaking cunt. Seungmin chuckled, hooking your legs over his shoulder "As you wish, princess," he said, sucking diligently on your aching clit. You whimpered, rolling your hips, chasing the pleasure he was giving you. Seungmin groaned against your pussy, "So fucking sweet, my fucking princess," he grunted, thrusting his tongue into his clenching hole.

Yang Jeongin

Jeongin held his thrusts, eyes widening at the sight below him. "Aw, angel was I too rough?" he asked, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You shook your head, lips wobbling "No! No, just feels so good, please don't stop," you choked up, legs quivering against hips. Jeongin took in a sharp inhale, cock twitching within your pulsing walls, "Fuck, you're so fucking precious, angel," he groaned, leaning down to kiss away your tears. You sniffled, warm pleasure burning under your skin felt too much but not enough at the same time. Jeongin chuckled, rolling his hips "My poor angel couldn't handle the pleasure as well as she thought she could, yeah?" he teased, fucking your cunt with slow, languid thrusts. More tears dripped down your cheeks, "You're being mean," you whimpered, lips jutting into a puffy pout. Jeongin cooed, "Am I really, sweetheart?" he said, hooking your calves over your shoulders. You glared at him through your tear-blurred vision. Jeongin chuckled, "Let me show you what being mean looks like angel," he said, pulling out of your ribbed walls before thrusting deeply.

[minminyoonjii]

Plot Twist [Minchan/Fem! Reader]

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🕯Summary: Two dumbasses trying their hardest to lure a cat into pounding some pussy.

🌹CW

Couch Sex|Knotted Dildo|Multiple Orgasms|Voyeurism|Threesome! MMF|Degrading Kink|Wet & Messy|Grinding|Hard Dom! Bang Chan|Soft Dom! Lee Minho|Pervy! Reader|Fingering|Dry Orgasms|Corruption Kink|Cunnilingus|Vibrator|Blow Job|Oral Sex|Dacryphillia|Daddy Kink|Manhandling|Free Use|Edging|Exhibitionist|Deep Throat|Bondage|Cunt Gape|Cum Swallowing|Aftercare

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

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Chan lazily pumps the flared dildo up your dripping cunt, your hole fluttering around it with each thrust. You drooled onto the couch, eyes covered with silk. "What the fuck," Minho cursed, setting his groceries on the countertop. Chan looked up, raising an eyebrow, "Oh, you're back," he said casually before scrolling through his phone again. Minho furrowed his eyebrows, "Yeah, I'm back and what is this?" he asked, gesturing to your nude body. 

Chan shrugged, "A messy kitten," he said, thrusting the dildo to the base of the knot, your cunt barely stretching around it. Minho rolled his eyes, "Fuck. You know what, I'll leave you both to it," he said, arranging the groceries. You sniffled, pushing your hips back into the dildo, "Hah, hah, mmh," you moaned, biting down on your bottom lip. Chan eyed your squirmy efforts, "Didn't I tell you to behave?" he asked, clenching his jaw. Minho jolted at Chan's tone, surprised you were treated this way.

You sobbed behind the silk, tears soaking the fabric, "So-sorry," you hiccuped, body quivering. Chan clicked his tongue, "Shut up," he said, laying a firm smack on your plush ass. Minho furrowed his eyebrows at the scene, feeling the urge to intercept. You sniffled, head spinning with pleasure and a tinge of fear, "Min, min," you pleaded, craving some form of comfort. Minho felt a shiver run down his spine, "What?" he whispered under his breath.

"Min, please," you whispered, feeling giddy that he was still there. Chan scoffed, tugging a handful of your hair, "Is your daddy not enough that you had to moan for another man?" he asked, smirking at Minho's dropped jaw. Your lips trembled, mind blanking at the tug. Chan looked directly into Minho's eyes, "She called for you, didn't she? Get over here," he commanded, manhandling your body just enough for Minho to sit in front of you. 

Your lower half ached, cunt puffy and dripping from the amount of dry orgasms Chan coaxed out of you. Minho ran his fingers through your hair, causing you to melt instantly. Chan's gaze faltered briefly, "You can undo the silk," he said, noticing Minho's fingers itching to get them off. Minho did just that, his breath caught in his throat at the pretty sight. You looked up at him, tear stains marking your cheeks, and your lips slicked with spit.

Chan groped your ass, squeezing tight till a light bruise formed, "Use her however you want, I could care less," he gruffed, knowing that by the end of this, the both of you would need some heavy aftercare. Minho shuddered, his cock arching to get some relief, "Do you want this, pretty kitty?" he asked, scratching under your chin. You leaned into his palm, lolling your tongue as consent but he shook his head. "I need words, kitten," he said, booping your nose.

You gulped, "Yes please," you whimpered, pawing his clothed bulge. Chan held back a coo, trying to retain his indifferent role. Minho hissed, "Okay, okay," he said, tugging down his clothes. A gasp escaped your lips, "Pretty," you sighed, feeling drool pool in your mouth. Chan whistled, "She may look adorable, but she bites if you aren't careful, Min-ah," he teased, watching your arousal drip down your clit. Minho moaned, seeing the mischievous glint in your eyes, "Shit," he cursed, realising that he got lured.

"Can I?" you whispered, desperate to feel his weight on your tongue. Minho pressed his thumb on your bottom lip, "Go ahead, kitten," he said, giving you free rein. You wiggled your hips, nosing down his shaft from the tip. Minho leaned back into the coach, his hand resting on your head. Chan tore pieces of tape with his teeth, "Just to make things interesting," he chuckled, taping a bullet vibrator to your swollen clit. Your body bucked forward, thighs trembling from the sheer pleasure.

Minho rubbed your back, "I don't know how you managed to dig out parts of me I never experimented with," he mumbled, cock twitching at the warmth of your tears dripping. Chan picked up his pace, gradually spreading your hole apart to take the bulbous knot, "Take it, little one. I know your hungry cunt can take it," he groaned, the veins on his arms protruding. You wailed, mouthing around Minho's girth. Your warm breath drew him insane, "Messy little girl," Minho hissed, rubbing the back of your neck.

"Hah, fuck," Chan panted, seeing your cunt swallow up the knot. Your eyes rolled back, teeth grazing Minho's cockhead. "Holy, ah, shit," Minho grunted, clenching his hands into fists to get a grip. Chan huffed, lowering the vibrator setting, "Pat her cheek if she's out of it," he instructed, his eyes hazy with lust. Minho stroked your cheek, and patted, "Are you still with us, kitten?" he asked, pushing back your hair. You blinked back the mind-breaking pleasure, "Yes," you slurred, wrapping your lips around Minho's cock.

Minho tossed his head back, veins adoring his neck, "Fuck," he growled, trying his hardest not to thrust down your throat. You flattened your tongue and sank down his shaft. The stretch of your lips sent a buzz of pleasure towards your abdomen. Minho ran his fingers through your hair, "Do that again, kitten," he grunted, tensing his abs at the feeling of your coarse tongue swirling around the base of his cock. You hummed, swirling your tongue a few more times before pulling up to suck on his cockhead.

"Good girl, fucking good kitty," Minho gritted, pushing back his sweat-matted hair. You blew on his slit, your tongue flicking between the sensitive glands. Minho gripped your hair, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he keened, holding back his appending orgasm. You moaned, eager to swallow his load. Minho's toes curled inwards, "Fuck, I'm sorry," he growled, using your hair as leverage to sink your mouth down his cock. You splattered at the thrust, your throat contracting rapidly around his cockhead.

Minho groaned, bucking his hips further, "Milk it, kitten. Drink it up," he growled, cumming straight down your esophagus. You gagged at the sudden fluid, tears and snot drenching your face. Minho shuddered, carefully easing his cock out, "Breath, kitty," he panted, moaning at the sight of cum and spit slicking his cock. You planted your forehead against his thigh, finding it odd that the vibrator taped to your clit wasn't on. Chan chuckled, "Are you confused, little one?" he asked, patting the base of the dildo.

You groaned at the pressure, "Daddy," you rasped, wiggling your hips. "Daddy knows," Chan whispered, ripping off the tape and sucked your clit. You dug your nails into Minho's firm thighs making him wince. "Daddy, Daddy, Min," you babbled, thrashing at the orgasmic shocks. Chan hummed around your clit, and that tipped you off the edge. You wailed, cunt clenching so hard that the knot popped out, leaving a gaping hole.

Minho kissed your hair, "Good girl. Such a good girl," he mumbled, stroking your hair. Chan licked a stripe up your pussy, tongue curled within your gaping ribbed walls. You whimpered, body twitching from oversensitivity. Chan gulped, swallowing your orgasm directly from the source. Minho pressed his lips against yours, groaning at the taste of his cum on your tongue. Chan sat back, catching his breath, "I don't think I can be a mean dom again," he chuckled, turning his head towards Minho.

"You?" Minho asked, furrowing his eyebrows. Chan smiled, carefully manhandling you onto his lap, "This little one said that we had to take you off guard, and it worked," he said, pampering kisses all over your face. Minho tried to bite back a smile, "You tricked me, I'll prepare the air fryer," he said, getting off the couch. Chan giggled, "Let's run, baby," he said, pretending to carry you away. Minho chuckled, "Am I the first of the scheme?" he asked, ruffling your hair.

You jutted your bottom lip, making both of them coo. "The maknae had his fill first," Chan said, tapping your bottom lip. Minho crossed his arms, "What's the goal?" he asked, curious about what spurred this on. Chan chuckled, "I know you boys wanted to take a bite of her since the introduction and she was quite fond of the idea of being shared so one thing led to another and here we are," he explained, nosing your hair. "But what's in it for you?" Minho asked, tilting his head.

Chan smirked, lifting you off his lap, "She's not the only one fond of the idea," he teased, showing his cum stained pants. Minho chuckled in disbelief, "So who's next?" he asked, lying beside Chan. "Who knows, maybe a little ferret," Chan teased, noticing a shadow run up the stairs at the corner of his eyes.

[missiletoe]

very backlogged on the ao3 comments, thank u everyone for commenting <3 and will get around to answering them at some point o7 (hopefully this weekend, maybe next though)

have some more kittyuri in the meantime for the yuri shipping olympics!! i also cooked another kittyuri last night that i will formally link on tumblr at some point and i have an alien stage crack fic actor AU that is literally 99% done but i have been putting off edits for a week now so stay tuned!!

Prompt: “The two of you look cute together. I think you should go for it.” “That’s not what I meant!” “My point still stands.”

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“Q!” Kitty screams at the top of her lungs. There’s the sound of boxes falling in the distance. “IT’S AN EMERGENCY!”

Q comes barreling out of the bedroom and sticks the landing on Minho’s new shipment of Ultra-Rare-Hygienic-Made-From-Fairy-Tears-Probably skincare products. Thank god she won’t be around for the aftermath.

“Good morning, Kitty,” Q says as the afternoon sun beats down on him through the window. His pants are on backwards and he looks like he hasn’t slept in days. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Kitty screams because she thinks that’s the best way to express the news. Q jumps a foot in the air in response.

“Yuri asked me out!” she shrieks.

“The two of you look cute together. I think you should go for it.”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“My point still stands. Okay, slow down.” Q mimics deep breaths like they’re in a grade-school level health class. Kitty doesn’t like the sarcasm but appreciates the gesture. “Start from the beginning. Tell me what happened.”

“I-I don’t know,” she replies, rolling her wrist. “We were just talking and I think I told her she was pretty or something–I mean, she’s always pretty, it’s like saying the grass is green or the sky is blue, did you know the other day–”

“Kitty.”

“Right. Staying on track! I don’t know, it was all out of the blue and then she laughed and she looked at me and it was like one of those slo-mo shots in a romcom and she asked if I wanted to go out with her and I asked her where and then she said no, silly, do you want to be my girlfriend and then I panicked.”

Q closes his eyes slowly like he’s been slapped across the face. 

“Okay, that was a lot but that’s good! When did this happen? And where?”

Kitty glances quickly at the door. Q groans and slaps one hand over his forehead.

“Kitty, you didn’t.”

She gives a garbled noise of protest in response.

“I’m sorry, I don’t speak Ukrainian. What I’m sure you’re trying to say though is that you definitely did not slam the door in Yuri’s face after she confessed to you–especially after I had to struggle through a year of watching you hopelessly pine, right?”

“Actually, I asked her for 1-3 business days to think about it.”

“KITTY!”

“Can’t you frame it in a more positive light?” she hisses. Now that Q’s pointed out the door, she’s hyper-aware of it–or more accurately, what’s behind it.

“There is no light that can save this situation!” Q yells back. Wonderful, the whole floor’s probably heard the news by now. Kitty Song Covey is a bisexual disaster who doesn’t have a single thing right in her life–not her grades, not her understanding of her culture and definitely not her love life.

“It’s fine.” Q’s pacing now and it’s not a good pacing. It’s more of an anxious stomping that looks like it’s gonna leave dents in the carpet. “It’s fine! Yuri’s spent a year with you. She knows what you’re like and she still asked you out, which means she likes you for you and I’m sure that slamming a door in her face won’t change that.” They both stare at the dorm door that suddenly looks like it’s looming over the room. “I hope.”

“Okay, moving on. Why didn’t you say yes? You’re clearly crazy about Yuri. And Yuri’s apparently just as crazy about you.”

“I don’t know, Q.” Kitty pushes aside a notebook to make room for her to sit on the counter. It’s probably Minho’s. It makes her feel less bad about the way it falls into the sink. “It’s been a year and I still don’t know if I’m gay or bi or pan or… something else entirely!” Kitty slaps a fat stack of paper on the dining table for emphasis–a physical copy of the Lesbian Masterdoc, courtesy of one crappy KISS Academy printer. “I don’t even know if I like girls! I mean, Yuri’s the only girl that I’ve ever felt like this about… I think?”

Q sticks one hand out into the Kitty-tornado swirling around him.

“Kitty, understanding your sexuality is a process. It’s not always a static thing–sometimes things happen and you learn something new about yourself. And sometimes, the thing you discover at the end of researching all these labels is that you don’t actually like any of them! And that’s totally fine. You don’t need every detail about yourself figured out before you jump into a relationship.”

Kitty blinks up at him wordlessly.

“Kitty, do you like Yuri?” Q asks, and it’s really more of a formality than anything. Kitty nods and thinks it doesn’t even come close to expressing her affection. “Then that’s really all you need.”

“Okay,” Kitty says as she pushes herself off the counter. She’s hopping from foot-to-foot like one of those boxers warming up in the ring before the fight. Q’s in the coach’s corner, hyping her up. “Okay, I can do this!”

Kitty flings open the door to a startled Yuri, still leaning against the wall from where Kitty left her 20 minutes ago.

“Yes, I’ll marry you! Ah, wait, no I meant I’ll go out with you! Please let me be your girlfriend, I promise I won’t mess up this much!” She’s half-sobbing by the end and Yuri nearly doubles over from laughter.

“Is she always like this?” she asks Q.

“You know it.”

“I do.” Yuri looks up at her and there’s that smile again that makes the world melt away. “It’s what I like about her.”

[missiletoe]

Kittyuri Matrix AU

hello! long time no fic (i got addicted to tft but i'm working on weaning myself off, yes i am 100% posting this while clocked into work, don't sweat the details)

so i tried experimenting with something different for this fic! i wanted to try Second-Person POV and this fic was EXTREMELY stream-of-consciousness. The conclusion? I am not very good at second-person and will probably not be trying that for a while (which is also why i refused to put this one up on ao3 LMAO)

but still gonna post it if you want to take a look! this was written as participation for the yuri shipping olympics round 2, prompt: consumption! the consumption doesn't actually make an appearance until the very end of the fic because it's a Matrix AU but trust the process.

Word Count: long af (3k)

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Your name is Kitty Song Covey and you live your life in a box. 

Your alarm blinks–it’s 7:52 on the dot and you’re already late for school. You hit the top with curses of all things unholy and stumble out of bed.

There’s three toothbrushes in the cupholder–Margot’s bristles shredded from the act she likes to call “brushing her teeth”, Lara Jean’s dripping water because she’s already waiting impatiently in the car, foot on the gas, and yours. You scrub at your face until the skin is rubbed raw, give your teeth a quick scrub and swish some mouthwash around before bounding down the stairs.

Dad has breakfast on the counter but you’re in too much of a hurry to bother.

“Fruit loops for the road?” he asks and because he has that corny grin on his face like he’s made a particularly bad dad pun and a baby-pink apron on, you take it. Mostly out of pity probably. Lara Jean’s honking on the horn now, which means she’s really pissed so you grab your backpack before she tears down the street, leaving you behind in a trail of exhaust. You hope to god that everything you need is packed up in there.

The car hasn’t even stopped moving by the time you jump out, still rolling to the curb. Lara Jean hollers something to you, something about safety or well wishes or probably homework knowing LJ, but you wave it away and dash inside. The clock is watching you as you race down the halls.

And… three seconds to the bell–safe. Alex winks at you as he pulls out a packet of papers and you sigh as your backpack hits the table. The day has exhausted you already and it hasn’t even begun.

Later after lunch, Professor Lee springs a pop quiz on you. It’s not the first time and it won’t be the last.

“Pencil?” you ask, turning to Minho when you realize you’ve forgotten yours at home. He just scoffs and rolls his eyes in response.

“Pencil?” you ask Q and he nods sympathetically, fishing through his backpack for his case. He hands you one brand new No. 2, sharpened to perfection just as Lee starts passing out the papers.

Two horrible hours later after your morale’s been crushed to a pulp and your backpack’s laden with textbooks, you clamber back into Lara Jean’s car. You hit two potholes on the way home and you wish you brought your bike helmet but there’s nothing to do besides grumble and wish horrible-but-not-too-horrible things at your sister. You hope they run out of her favorite ice cream flavor at the diner. You hope she loses one sock and exactly one in the washer.

You eat dinner, pretend to do your homework after you rip some answers off of Chegg and then Dad makes you do the dishes even though you know that it’s Lara Jean’s turn. She’s too busy frolicking around with her boyfriend to do chores, it seems.

You clamber up to bed to do it all over again.

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You don’t dream but you dream tonight. There is not much to see, the world is made of fuzzy shapes and dark blobs that form into nothingness. It’s like something… well, it’s like something out of a dream.

There’s a voice ringing through the abyss and you hear it clearly. It’s a girl’s voice–barely above a whisper.

“Follow the rabbit,” the voice says.

“What rabbit?” you try to ask but the air swallows your question whole.

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Your name is Kitty Song Covey and you live your life in a box.

Your alarm blinks–it’s 7:52 on the dot and you’re already late for school. It’s Elton John blaring through your speakers and although you know Dad would appreciate your taste, the neighbors probably don’t want to hear it, especially not this early in the morning.

There’s three toothbrushes in the cupholder–Margot’s bristles shredded from the act she likes to call “brushing her teeth”, Lara Jean’s dripping water because she’s already waiting impatiently in the car, foot on the gas, and yours. You scrub at your face until the skin is rubbed raw, give your teeth a quick scrub and swish some mouthwash around before bounding down the stairs.

Dad has breakfast on the counter but you’re in too much of a hurry to bother.

“Trix for the road?” he asks and the rabbit on the cover stares back at you with big cartoon eyes. You grab it, if only to get it to stop looking. Lara Jean’s honking on the horn like a madman so you grab your backpack and stumble into the car, praying to god that everything you need is in there.

The car hasn’t even stopped moving by the time you jump out, still rolling to the curb. Lara Jean hollers something to you, something about safety or well wishes or probably homework knowing LJ, but you wave it away and dash inside. The clock is watching you as you race down the halls. 

Has it always been this loud? You feel each tick in time with your footsteps.

And… three seconds to the bell–safe. Alex winks at you as he pulls out a packet of papers and you sigh as your backpack hits the table. The day has exhausted you already and it hasn’t even begun.

Later after lunch, Professor Lee springs a pop quiz on you. It’s not the first time and it won’t be the last. It’s about parables, even though you don’t recall reading any. This quiz’s theme–the Tortoise and the Hare.

“Pencil?” you ask, turning to Minho when you realize you’ve forgotten yours at home. He just scoffs and rolls his eyes in response.

“Pencil?” you ask Q and he nods sympathetically, fishing through his backpack for his case. He hands you one brand new No. 2, sharpened to perfection just as Lee starts passing out the papers.

Two horrible hours later after your morale’s been crushed to a pulp and your backpack’s piled with textbooks, you clamber back into Lara Jean’s car. You hit two potholes on the way home and you wish you brought your bike helmet but there’s nothing to do besides grumble and wish horrible-but-not-too-horrible things at your sister. You hope she trips and falls down a rabbit hole where there’s a big air mattress at the bottom. You hope they run out of meat at her favorite restaurant.

You eat dinner, pretend to do your homework after you rip some answers off of Chegg and then Dad makes you do the dishes even though you know that it’s Lara Jean’s turn. She’s too busy taking pictures of the bunnies on your front lawn, it seems, to bother with chores.

You clamber up to bed to do it all over again.

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You don’t dream but you dream tonight. There is not much to see, the world is made of lineless rectangles and anamorphous blobs tinged with nostalgia.

There’s a voice leaning into your ear. The ghost of a finger trails along your skin and you turn at the touch but there’s nothing except darkness to greet you there.

“Follow the rabbit,” the voice hisses.

“What rabbit?” you try to ask but the air swallows your question whole.

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Your name is Kitty Song Covey and you live your life in a box.

Your alarm blinks–it’s 7:52 on the dot and you’re already late for school. It’s Elton John blaring through your speakers and although you know Dad would appreciate your taste, the neighbors probably don’t want to hear it, especially not this early in the morning.

There’s three toothbrushes in the cupholder–Margot’s bristles shredded from the act she likes to call “brushing her teeth”, Lara Jean’s dripping water because she’s already waiting impatiently in the car, foot on the gas, and yours, dotted with little rabbits up and down the side. 

You push your hair back with a headband that has two little white ears on top. You scrub at your face until the skin is rubbed raw, give your teeth a quick scrub and swish some mouthwash around before bounding down the stairs.

Dad has breakfast on the counter but you’re in too much of a hurry to bother.

“Trix for the road?” he asks and there are twin rabbits on the cover, frowning down at you with big buck teeth. You grab it, if only to get them to stop staring at you. Lara Jean’s honking on the horn like a madman so you grab your backpack and stumble into the car, praying to god that everything you need is in there.

The car hasn’t even stopped moving by the time you jump out, still rolling to the curb. Lara Jean hollers something to you, something about safety or you being quick like a bunny or probably homework knowing LJ, but you wave it away and dash inside. The clock is watching you as you race down the halls. 

Has it always been this loud? You feel each tick in time with your footsteps.

And… three seconds to the bell–safe. Alex winks at you as he pulls out a packet of papers and he has another corny shirt on today, this one with a cartoon rabbit saying “Everyone needs a friend who’s all ears.” You sigh as your backpack hits the table. The day has exhausted you already and it hasn’t even begun.

Later after lunch, Professor Lee springs a pop quiz on you. It’s not the first time and it won’t be the last. It’s about anatomy this time and from the drawing hastily scribbled on the chalkboards, you should’ve brushed up on your rabbit parts.

“Pencil?” you ask, turning to Minho when you realize you’ve forgotten yours at home. He just scoffs and rolls his eyes in response.

“Pencil?” you ask Q and he nods sympathetically, fishing through his backpack for his pencil case. There’s little brown rabbits printed all over the fabric. He hands you one brand new No. 2, sharpened to perfection just as Lee starts passing out the papers.

Two horrible hours later after your morale’s been crushed to a pulp and your backpack’s piled with textbooks, you clamber back into Lara Jean’s car. You hit two potholes on the way home and you wish you brought your bike helmet but there’s nothing to do besides grumble and wish horrible-but-not-too-horrible things at your sister. You hope she grows big buck teeth overnight that push over her lip. You hope an army of rabbits falls on her from the sky.

You eat dinner, pretend to do your homework after you rip some answers off of Chegg and then Dad makes you do the dishes even though you know that it’s Lara Jean’s turn. She’s too busy hopping around the front law, it seems, to bother with chores.

You clamber up to bed to do it all over again.

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You don’t dream but you dream tonight. The world is shapeless, colors blending and mixing before your eyes.

There’s a voice that sounds like it’s blaring through mega-speakers. You clutch your skull in an attempt to ease the pain.

“Oh my god,” the voice sighs and you’ve never been here before and you’ve never heard them before but somehow the words are familiar. “Just follow the fucking rabbit, Kitty, or I’ll have to come there myself.”

There’s a thousand questions lodged in your throat. How do they know your name? How do they know your nickname? It’s not a well-guarded secret but it’s not exactly printed on the nameplate of your house either. Who’s speaking? Where are you? Why you?

“What rabbit?” you try to ask but the air swallows your question whole.

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Your name is Kitty Song Covey and you live your life in a box.

Your cat wakes you up, pawing at your cheek, the fur grating against your skin. You groan and push it off without opening your eyes.

Except you don’t have a cat. You really wish you did–had a whole presentation set up for it on your tenth birthday–but your dad turned you down, claiming that there were already plenty of people in the house.

You open your eyes now and find that you’re alone in the room. Whatever woke you up is gone and all you have to show for it is a slight stinging in your cheek. But you’re awake now and your blasted alarm didn’t go off so it’s 7:52 AM and you’re almost late for school.

You brush your teeth in the mirror and wonder if your two front teeth have ever looked this big, like they’re protruding right out of your lip. You swallow your confusion and it tastes like mint.

“Carrots for the road?” Dad asks, holding out a Ziploc and there’s something off about him but it takes you a moment to place it–there’s giant white ears poking out from his head. You take the bag, if only to smother your scream. Lara Jean’s yelling at you from outside the window so you grab your backpack and stumble into the car, praying to god that everything you need is in there.

Except there is no car. Lara Jean’s sitting on a big black rabbit without so much as a saddle. (Is a saddle even the right equipment? What’s the standard for riding giant bunnies?) You take her hand because she’s starting to sound really pissed now and try to find a foothold in the fur. You close your eyes and hope you don’t fall.

You’re dreaming while awake. It’s the only explanation and it explains nothing at all.

You clamber? dismount? extract yourself from the fur and run the rest of the way when you round the corner of the street your school is on. You duck inside the building a second before the doors close. The clock is watching you as you race down the halls. 

It feels like it’s shaking the whole building with each tick, the sound reverberating in your soul.

And… three seconds to the bell–safe. Alex winks at you as he pulls out a packet of papers. He has paws for hands and he slips you one with a big, velvety pat. You sigh as your backpack hits the table. The day has exhausted you already and it hasn’t even begun.

Later after lunch–

You don’t make it past lunch. There’s a girl who pins you down in the back of the cafeteria, latches onto your arm like a claw and drags you to the bathrooms before you’ve even got a word in. You’ve never seen her before but she’s wearing the school uniform, her skirt rolled two inches higher than the standard.

The first thing that you notice is that she’s got great legs. The second is that there’s little plastic rabbits dangling from her ears.

“Come with me, Kitty,” she says and it takes you a few minutes to realize that you’ve skipped right past introductions. The encounter tastes like deja vu. There’s something you’re forgetting… something important, and it lingers on your consciousness like a reluctant guest waiting on the threshold.

She holds your hand and drags you through a never-ending hallway. You look at the window and see a skyscraper even though you’re in the middle of suburbia-nowhere and then you look out another window and see the stars above. The girl seems unfazed by the world spinning outside the glass, marching forward with a death-grip on your arm.

She takes you to a room that looks like it was ripped from the set of Bridgerton. There’s a row of velvet chairs pushed against the wall but she doesn’t take a seat in any of them so you don’t either.

“I’ve been trying to reach you,” she huffs, shoving her hair back. It’s a clear sign of frustration and you wish she’d do it again. “We’ve been trying to reach you.”

She wags her finger and you obediently scoot closer.

“This is gonna be a lot but I need you to stay with me here, Kitty,” she says, knocking your foreheads together. You feel light-headed at the contact. “You must’ve felt that something is wrong with your world.”

You do feel like your world’s been rocked, in more ways than one.

“You must’ve felt it before, you must have! The feeling that something’s not quite right, that the edges of the world are a little fuzzy, a sense of deja vu or the distinct feeling of a dream even when you’re supposed to be wide awake. You–”

“I dreamt about you, didn’t I?” you interrupt. She blinks at you owlishly before she covers her mouth up with one hand.

“That’s one way to put it, yes,” she answers which answers nothing at all.

“You told me to, ah.” The memory’s slipping from you like a scent wafting out of the room and you scramble to grab it between your hands. “To follow the rabbit.”

“That’s right,” she says, nodding. “And you did! Eventually. It must have been your instinct–some innate voice cluing you into the fact that something is wrong with this world.” 

“Sure,” you reply. “We can call it a gut feeling.”

“So I’m asking you to follow your instinct–or gut feeling–one more time,” she says, unfurling each of her fists to reveal two pills. One is red, one is blue, both of them translucent. “The blue pill will allow you to return to your life, forget we ever met. The red one will allow you to learn more about the world you think you’re living in–it’ll allow you to wake up for the first time.”

You grit your teeth and smile. You’re Kitty Song Covey and you’ve never been one to turn your nose away from adventure.

“Which one lets me see you again?” you ask and the girl shoots you a funny look, the edge of her mouth curling up into a smile.

“The red one,” she says and that’s all the confirmation you need.

You take the red pill from her hand and you swallow, the image of the girl smiling printed on the back of your eyelids.