xkamheex

[xkamheex]

This shit really fucking hit 🥵

COULD THIS BE OUT OF LINE ── N.KD

pairing na kamden x fem reader

warnings alpha/omega dynamics, childhood friends au, for plot purposes reader is from seattle, slight moments of miscommunication, alpha!kamden, omega!reader, idol!kamden, late presenting (reader), scents, mating cycles, accidental rut, big dick kamden, biting, no foreplay unless you count wrestling as foreplay, unprotected sex, knotting, breeding kink, size!!! difference!!!

word count 7.4k words (7,415)

taglist @lijeons @somedaykyrell @tmrwsuns @http-peachie @kpxpseoul @yiisfreaky @et-unum @nyangttyu @xkamheex apply here!

bun’s notes this fic is for hope who terrorized me with this thought for a week so i would start writing it <3 and i do apologize for taking so long to finish it lol | got carried away yapping .. this was supposed to be a short drabble but here we are 7k words later | mdni banner by @/cafekitsune

▶︎ lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıı 🎧🎶 so contagious — acceptance.

Na Kamden was in over his head. 

He was so excited to see you after such a long time that he didn’t stop to think about the consequences. 

The last time Kamden had seen you was in the airport, reluctantly sending him off to begin his training in Seoul to become an idol. His group had just finished their tour, and it had been about five years since Kamden had seen you in person, so he jumped at the chance to have a visit with you after the pop-up event in Los Angeles. He managed to get permission from the company to travel back to Seoul separately from the rest of the members, instead taking the next flight back to Seattle. He was only supposed to visit for a short period of time, say hello to all of you guys’ friends from high school, and go back in time to get in a few final dance practices for their upcoming comeback. That was all. 

But he can’t help but think he was going to be here longer than he intended. 

When Kamden saw you last, you were eighteen years old. He had just turned nineteen, a few months older than you, and he had a certain aura about him. He’d presented earlier that year as an alpha, though you paid it no mind, and he carried himself much more confidently than he once did. You, on the other hand, still hadn’t presented yet. Which ended up being both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because you couldn’t smell his annoyingly strong scent, with him unable to control his scent when newly presented, and you were practically immune to his alpha charm. A curse because, well, as an alpha, Kamden had started getting a bit more attention. More than he already did. He was attractive, smart, and an alpha? He had omegas, male and female alike, throwing themselves at him. And you? You were in their way, though you knew that Kamden couldn’t possibly see you in that light. 

You’d both been friends since you were kids, grew up wrestling one another to play when you were bored, went to each other to talk about crushes — surely, Kamden must have seen you as a sister rather than a potential partner. In the end, you were simply Kamden’s friend. Kamden’s unpresented friend that had to play the part of being totally uninterested in him. Though you knew the truth, that you were completely, utterly, irrevocably, stupidly in love with him. You were in love with him. With Na Kamden, not his alpha, but himself. The dorky, awkward, silly him. Being unable to smell his scent like the others meant being able to create a meaningful bond outside of your societal roles, but it also meant being shoved into a totally platonic role. Always the best friend. The sidekick. Besides, there was also a chance that you wouldn’t even present as an omega. And if you did, there was still the chance of Kamden ending your friendship out of respect for his future mate, not wanting to be too close with another omega. But until then, you remained in the close best friend position. 

Which is how you ended up in the airport five years ago, sending Kamden off to Korea with high emotions. Tears welled up in your eyes as you held your arms open, inviting him for a hug. His lips are turned down into a pout, and he leans into your hold, putting his full body weight on you. You stumbled a little bit — he had begun to gain a little height and weight after presenting, growing into his alpha stature — but you held him tight. Instinctively, you shoved your nose in the crook of his neck, right where his scent gland should be and inhaled. You couldn’t smell much, but for some reason, you felt like you could smell him now a bit more than you could yesterday. Kamden nuzzled against you, mirroring your actions, trying to catch your scent, but he sighed in disappointment when there was nothing. It was as if he wanted to check one last time, as if he were going to savor your scent during his training period, but there was none. 

As if it were some twisted joke, you presented two days after Kamden left. Two days. It only took two days of him being gone for you to present as an omega. And suddenly, all of those times you snuggled closer to Kamden to share his body heat when you suddenly felt cold and began to shiver out of nowhere made a lot more sense. 

You hadn’t seen each other in person since then, though you regularly spoke on the phone. So, naturally, Kamden jumped at the opportunity to see you again. Somehow, though, it slipped your mind to tell him about being an omega. What could possibly go wrong by not telling your alpha friend that you were an omega? 

Neither of you had expected it to go like this. 

Kamden showed up when you were in the midst of tidying up your apartment, making sure that it was presentable enough for your longtime friend, though he had seen your bedroom at your childhood home in its worst state. It was different now. Back then, you were both teenagers with no responsibilities. But now, you were both adults with responsibilities and you wanted to look put together, and quite frankly, your omega would be very unhappy if you were inviting an alpha into your space and it wasn’t presentable. You were so busy cleaning up, making sure everything was clean and pristine, that you completely forgot about scent blocking. The scent neutralizing and blocking perfume and candles sat in the corner, untouched, forgotten about. Then Kamden was at your front door and you were leading him to your sofa in an instant.

“Do you want anything to drink?” You asked. “I have water, tea, a couple sodas, some beer?” 

Kamden shakes his head. “I don’t really drink alcohol. I’m okay. No drink for me.” 

Nodding, you make your way to sit on the sofa alongside Kamden, a comfortable distance away. Not too close, not too far. Despite him being your best friend, you still felt a little awkward due to the time spent apart. You anxiously rub your hands on your pants — ironically, a pair that you had bought while on a shopping trip with Kamden all those years ago.  When you look over, you see Kamden caressing his elbow, and you smile. Maybe it would be okay. Maybe things hadn’t changed as much as you thought. 

You quickly settle into comfortable chatter with Kamden, asking him how he’s been the past five years, how he’s liking his career choice, if there’s anything new in his life he hadn’t told you yet, and he directed those questions back to you as well. But somehow, some way, it continued to slip your mind to tell him about your presentation after he left. “It’s a little tiring, you know — I’m always busy. My life is just practice, sleep, practice some more, perform, sneak in a quick nap before we meet with fans, squeeze in a quick meal, rinse and repeat.” You hum, nodding along and resisting the urge to reach out and mindlessly twirl his hair around your finger like you used to when you were younger and his hair got shaggy in between haircuts. “I wouldn’t trade it for anything, though. How about you?”

“Me?” Kamden nods. “Nothing as exciting as your job. I just work a desk job now, making ends meet and trying to pay back my student loans. My life is just work, sleep, and more and more mind-numbing work. I still try to hang out with our friends sometimes, though, if we can all work it into our schedules. They all ask about you, by the way.”

“Really?” He can’t hide the excitement in his voice. Perhaps, all of this time away has him thinking about his high school friends, wondering if they ever think of him too, and now that you have confirmed they do, he can finally relax a little. “How are they? Has anyone chosen their mate yet?” 

You nearly jump in excitement, and scoot closer to him. Kamden can smell the faint scent of a spiced vanilla, but he brushes it off. Maybe it’s your shampoo or something. “You’ll never guess who marked each other as mates.”

“Who?” 

Kamden tenses as you get closer to him, squealing and excitedly gushing about your two friends claiming each other as mates. They had a friendship quite similar to the one you had, so his jaw drops and his eyes widen as you tell him all about it. He doesn’t miss the way the spiced vanilla scent gets stronger the closer you get to him, the more excited you get. In fact, he can’t miss it. It all but floods his senses and he can feel his stomach churning and he can’t focus on anything you’re saying. 

He tries to ignore it, tries to focus his attention on your words, but he just can’t. You keep getting closer to him and the scent gets stronger. You think about something new that makes you excited to fill him in on and the scent gets stronger. He begins to feel lightheaded. You get so close that he can feel your body heat and the scent gets impossibly stronger, and every time he takes a breath he feels a new sensation in his body. What is this new fragrance? And why is it making him feel like this? 

“You smell different.” 

You’re taken aback by his sudden statement. His voice sounded rather harsh, loud and raspy. It makes you flinch. “I-I don’t know why…I’m not,” A lump begins to form in your throat. “I still use the same shampoo and conditioner as before. And I’m not wearing any perfume or scent blockers right now so I don’t—.”

Oh. 

That’s your scent. 

Kamden takes a deep breath and immediately regrets it. The deeper the breath he took, the more he inhaled your scent, and the more he could feel it affecting him. The fuzzy feeling in his head, his stomach twisting up in knots, his body temperature rising. It had all suddenly begun to get overwhelming. All at once. He didn’t need to hear you say it. He knew. “You’re an omega.” 

You swallow the lump in your throat. You take a deep breath and nod. If you focused, you could smell traces of an oak wood scent. “Yes,” A deep sigh. “I, um — shortly after you left…I presented. As an omega….I meant to tell you, but I guess — I guess it just slipped my mind.” 

The woody scent gets a little stronger. 

“You don’t have a mate, do you?” You shake your head. 

The scent gets stronger. 

“A heat partner?” No. 

And stronger. 

Kamden begins to shift. It starts small — his leg bouncing, wrapping his arms around himself to rub at the skin of his elbow, which is a habit he’s had since you were kids. But it quickly turns into something different. He begins to twist his body, turning away from you, refusing to look you in the eye. The scent of oak wood, which you figured was his scent, fluctuates. It spikes and then it pulls back. You try to get closer, but he moves away. The scent fluctuates again. 

You can’t help but get a sinking feeling in your chest. “Did I do something wrong?” No answer, just Kamden trying to level his breathing while simultaneously seeming like he’s holding his breath. “Are you mad at me?” In all of the years you’d known Kamden, he never acted like this. Even when he first began to show signs of presenting, his mood swings were never this bad. One second he was fine, engaging you in conversation and catching up about your old friends that he hadn’t seen in a while. The next? Well, he was acting strange. There’s no other way to put it except to say that it’s strange. Here he is, your best friend, and he’s acting as if he’s uncomfortable around you all of a sudden. He’s still looking away from you, anxiously rubbing the palms of his hands on his pants, and trying not to inhale too deeply so he doesn’t inhale your scent. 

Did you smell bad? Or, oh, god, does he already have a mate? Is he mad that you’re an omega and you lied by omission? Even though it wasn’t on purpose, if he already had a mate, or if he was someone else’s heat partner, you could understand why he is upset with you. No alpha in their right mind would want to be around an unmated omega if they were already betrothed to another. Maybe that’s why his mood suddenly shifted and he was asking about your mating status. But, somewhere in the back of your mind, you can’t help but wonder if he was truly upset. If he was, why does the woody fragrance smell just so inviting? Shouldn’t it smell unappealing to you? 

You try to reach a hand out. To comfort him. To just touch him. The two of you had always been affectionate friends, nuzzling into the place where your scent glands should be, holding hands or laying with one another, or sharing his clothes even after he presented up until the day he left. “Kam, I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—.”

“Don’t touch me!” He barks. The sudden volume and bass in his voice causes you to flinch, again, and jerk your hand away as if he burned you. Kamden could smell your scent sour slightly in fear and he winces. He didn’t mean to scare you. But he’s afraid of losing control of himself. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to be an omega, and even if you were, he wasn’t supposed to be able to smell you like this. When he became a trainee, they put him on supplements for this very reason. So that he, as an alpha, didn’t get a whiff of a delicious omega scent and become feral. However, being on tour for a month straight, he’d let a few doses slip past him. Between the busy schedule of practicing and performing late into the night and traveling early the next morning, his once steady schedule of taking these supplements had fallen behind. And he’s really starting to regret it. 

At first, the cloudy feeling in his head and the heat in his lower abdomen confused him. He can’t remember the last time he felt these sensations at once — probably when he first began to present, his hormones being uncontrollable when he was going through his second puberty. Back then, he’d been able to fake being sick and isolate himself for a week. But running away and faking illness now would only make you worry for him. And the tightness in his pants is slowly starting to become unbearable. He’s caught between two difficult choices; to stay here and suffer smelling your scent when he feels like he’s dangerously close to popping a knot on his pants like some horny teenager, or to leave right now and risk upsetting you. He feels like both options would change the trajectory of your friendship and he’s not sure there would ever be a way back from either of them. 

Ultimately, he decided that he needed to get out of there. 

He abruptly stands up but he can’t move. Suddenly his feet felt heavy. As if they were bolted to the floor. He doesn’t know why he can’t move — why his feet won’t budge. He needs to leave before he does something the both of you will regret. 

“Where are you going? You just got here.” Kamden doesn’t respond. He doesn’t look at you. Tears well up in your eyes and your scent sours more, becomes bitter. “You’re mad at me.” 

“I’m not!” He sighs. “I’m not mad at you. I just need to leave.” 

Finally, he wills his feet to move. He takes one step before he feels you grabbing him. Your hands wrap around his wrist and you’re trying to pull him back to you, almost selfishly, because you didn’t want him to leave. He just got here! Kamden still doesn’t look at you, but you’re looking at him. Looking for any sign of something. You don’t know what. Part of you is afraid that if he does look at you, you’ll see contempt in his eyes. Like you disgraced him by not telling him you were an omega. You knew that if he looked at you, he’d see something else in your eyes. Tears, mostly. Fear from being afraid of losing him. Silently begging him to stay, apologies, promises that if he stayed you’ll go put scent blockers on right now. But deep down, you felt something else. There’s an uncomfortable stirring in your lower abdomen. One that you can’t exactly explain. One that, weirdly, you feel only Kamden could solve. 

“Why?”

He squeezes his eyes shut. “I don’t want to hurt you.” 

You blink. “Hurt me? Why would you hurt me? You won’t hurt me. Please, sit back down. We can talk about this.” 

Kamden tears his hand away from you. Your hands stay frozen, suspended in the air from where they were holding him. There’s a tingling feeling in your fingertips. His wrist feels like it’s on fire. 

He turns to leave again and you jump up, bolting in front of him to try to stop him with your body. It was ridiculous; he was much bigger than you, stronger, and could easily push you out of his way if he really wanted to leave. But you knew that he wouldn’t. He would never carelessly push you to the side. He’s still avoiding your gaze, even as you try to defiantly make eye contact with him, so you take this time to look him over. It had been five years. His body had changed. Gotten bigger. More…alpha. You trail your eyes down from his handsome face to his neck, unmarked and inviting, though you shouldn’t say that because he is — was? — your best friend, to his slightly more defined chest. His shoulders were wider, too, arms a bit bigger. You couldn’t tell if that was due to him working out or if it was from growing into his alpha stature. Then you let your eyes travel lower, naughtily, all the way down his torso. Truthfully, you just wanted to innocently check him out (could it be so innocent?). You weren’t looking for anything specific. But then you see it and it feels like everything makes sense now. Why he was so urgently trying to get out. 

“Oh my god,” you blurted. “Are you fucking hard?!” 

Kamden immediately tries to cover his, now very obvious, bulge in his pants. Instead, he minorly miscalculated the pressure and ended up squeezing instead of covering. He makes a noise, one in between a moan and a growl rumbling in his chest. His scent spikes again, triggering yours to release pheromones in response. Suddenly, the push-and-pull scent spikes and his eagerness to not touch one another and leave makes sense. He was horny. You can’t help but feel a sense of pride — your scent did this to him. You did this to him. 

He tries to go around you, but you step in front of him again. And again. And again. It became a battle, almost, blocking his way every time he tried to move around you. Kamden was beginning to get frustrated. The tightness in his pants was uncomfortable. He’s so painfully hard that he feels like he’s throbbing. And the more he breathes in your scent, the less he thinks he can control himself. He doesn’t want to make a mistake. He doesn’t want to change your friendship so drastically just because his alpha is trying to do the thinking for him. 

In a last ditch attempt, Kamden tries to gently push you to the side so he can leave. His skin immediately feels like it’s on fire from where he touches you and he immediately retracts his hand. But when he tries to step past you again, you grab his arm and pull. Despite the fact that Kamden is much stronger than you physically, the force of which you pulled him with managed to knock him off balance. The two of you took a tumble; luckily you were still close to the sofa, so you fell onto the cushions before sliding to the floor. You ended up on top of Kamden, trying to pin him down and get him to talk to you, to stay, to do something other than run away from you. There was a struggle as he attempted to push you off of him so he could crawl away on his hands and knees. You grab his ankle and try to pull him back. 

“Please, Kamden, talk to me.” I miss you, you wanted to say. Miss you, need you, want you. Don’t run away from me now. 

The amount of strength you gathered to wrestle Kamden into staying surprised you. But it still wasn’t enough, because just a moment later, you were the one lying on your back, struggling in his grasp as he hovers over you. He grips your wrists and pins them to the floor beside your head.  Your eyes widen and your jaw hangs open. As you look at Kamden, you can see that there’s an unfamiliar look in his eyes. Something dark, but not scary or evil. He still looked like himself, just with a new, dark, wild look in his eyes, though weirdly, you thought that it still looked soft and caring at the same time. A low growl rumbles in his chest again and he bares his teeth. Typically, growling and baring teeth would intimidate you, make you feel small and want to run, but this? This is different. This is Kamden. Your best friend. And even though he has a complete advantage over you, having you pinned beneath him, realistically unable to fight with physical strength alone, you aren’t scared. He would never hurt you. In fact, you’re actually incredibly turned on. You know that your scent must be spiking so much right now. 

The two of you were, quite frankly, in an uncomfortable position. Your legs were tangled awkwardly with one another’s and he was supporting his weight only on his toes and his hands on your wrist, which was beginning to get a little painful. You’re not sure how long you stayed like that, staring intently into each others eyes, but it feels like forever. Then Kamden changes the way he’s positioned and it set your body alight. 

He moves to where he was between your legs now, both of yours on either side of his. And if that wasn’t enough, he rests on his knees and lowers his hips, accidentally rocking his hips forward into yours. You can feel his thick bulge pressing against you but it’s gone as soon as it was there. Still, though, it has the both of you reacting. Kamden couldn’t help but let out a moan and it triggered your scent glands to release pheromones in order to entice him. You wanted to lock your ankles behind his back and pull him forward to grind against you, get him to let out more of those lustful noises, have him nuzzle his face into your neck to inhale your scent as the both of you come. 

“Fuck,” he whispers. He squeezes his eyes shut, the sight of you beneath him, looking up at him with a look that he’s sure mirrored his own, was beginning to get to be too much. He could feel himself slipping away, his sound mind starting to fade to the back and his alpha beginning to stalk forward. 

“Please, Kamden,” you whisper back. Afraid that if you spoke much louder that it would shatter the bubble around the two of you, the tense atmosphere, and he’d run away. 

He turns his head away. “I-I can’t. I don’t…” he sighs. “I don’t want to hurt you. You-You’re too important to me, and I don’t think I could—”

“You won’t hurt me. I’m sure of it, Kamden. You won’t…I trust you. More than anything.” 

He can feel his resolve slipping further and further away. The muscles in his arms are beginning to feel stiff from holding himself above you for so long and he’s not sure how much longer he can hold out if you’re practically begging him to rip your clothes off and fuck you. To claim you as his mate. He needs to make a decision, and he needs to make it fast. “God, what are you doing to me?” 

It was quiet. So low and quiet that you aren’t sure you actually heard him say that until he opens his eyes and the two of you make eye contact. There’s a fierce look in his eyes and almost as soon as you register it as need, he all but pounces on you. 

Electricity buzzes from your toes to your fingertips, all the way up to your mind, making it fuzzy, as Kamden lowers himself. He lets go of your wrists and rests on his forearms now, hips and heavy bulge getting dangerously close to where you want him — and he wants to be — the most. You rock your hips up against him one, two times before he pulls back. You begin to get worried that you did something wrong again. 

“Are you sure?” He asks one last time. Gives you one more chance to back out. But you didn’t want to back out. “Because if I start, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to stop.” 

You look at him and tell him firmly, “I don’t want you to stop. I want you to fuck me, Kamden. Alpha.” 

A shiver runs down his spine, making goosebumps appear on his skin and his cock twitch. He leans back, sitting on his knees to unbutton his pants and try to shuffle them down his thighs. You watch him closely, eyes trained on his fingers working. He has nice hands, and you can’t help but think that if the circumstances were different you’d like to feel them inside you. But, much like him, you were too horny and impatient for any of that right now. Only, you weren’t aware just how horny he was. And quite frankly, neither was he aware that he was so close to losing himself. He finally pushes his pants and boxers down and you watch as his cock springs free. It’s thick, heavy, bobbing from suddenly being freed of its confinements and it’s leaking. He was dripping precome, and if you had more time, you’d wonder how he tastes. Or how he feels on your tongue, if your jaw could even open wide enough for him. 

He hisses as you reach out to touch him, hips jerking at the pressure before he pushes your hands away. His fingers slip under the waistband of your shorts, pulling them and your underwear down at the same time. The fabric peels away, leaving a mess of slick all over your pussy and inner thighs. Kamden isn’t sure he’s seen anything so beautiful, so erotic. And with the fabric out of the way, he can smell your scent the strongest from your core. He continues to drag your bottoms down, rather calmly for how close he was to losing his mind. You help him get them off by lifting your hips and legs so he can pull them off and throw them to the side. 

Kamden spreads your folds and stares in awe at the slick leaking out of you. He uses two fingers to gather some, watching as it thickly coats his fingertips. He has half a mind to put his fingers in his mouth, to taste your slick and see if it tastes as good as you smell, but he refrains. Instead, he spreads your slick arousal along his aching length and loosely pumps his fist a few times. The light friction already has his mind reeling; he’s so worked up that he feels so sensitive and reactive, and he’s not entirely sure if he’ll even last long once he finally does fuck you. But that’s neither here nor there, because if he doesn’t do something now, he feels like he might burst at the seams. He puts both of his hands on your legs, pulling you closer and angling your hips so he can have easier access. The sudden movement and strength he used made your heart race (and more arousal to pool out of you.) 

He lets go of one leg and you immediately replace his hands with yours, pulling your knees up closer to your chest. You subconsciously hold your breath as he takes hold of his cock, guiding the tip up and down your slit. It takes everything in you not to rush him every time it catches at your hole, wanting nothing more than for him to push his way inside. Finally, though, Kamden seems to have had enough of his own teasing and begins to properly line himself up. He has to take a few deep breaths to hype himself up to do it. To finally push his cock inside you. 

The feeling is overwhelming. He watches closely as he breaches your entrance. His cockhead is thick, stretching your hole so wide that he can’t help but be amazed. The stretch of Kamden’s dick is unfamiliar to you, but not unwelcome, though it almost feels like it’s too much. It’s thick, heavy, big and you feel like it’s going to split you in half. You let out soft whines as he slowly presses into you, trying to remain relaxed so the slide is easier. 

“Fuck,” he rasps. “So fucking tight.” 

Your pussy is squeezing around him so tightly that he finds it a little hard to move. Had you never fucked your pussy open during your heats before? Was he the first? Or is it just that you’ve never had something this big inside you? Either way, Kamden feels himself slipping away from the front of his mind, his alpha desperate to be the first to ruin you, to breed your omega, to mold your insides to his shape. 

When his cock is fully sheathed inside you, Kamden stops. He notices the way your breathing is labored and wants to give you a moment to adjust to the feeling of being so full. So stretched. You drop your hands, now clawing at the floor beneath you, unable to get a good grip to ground yourself, the sensation being profound and mind-blowing. Your best friend, of all people, was hovering above you with his large alpha cock so deeply in your tight omega cunt. But still, somehow, it wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward for you right now. All you could think about was how it feels like you were made to take his dick with how perfectly it fits inside you. 

He leans down on his forearms and nuzzles into your neck. Inhaling, pressing his nose directly to the place where your scent gland is, familiarizing himself with your scent. It’s a bit sweeter now than it was earlier, more vanilla forward, enticing Kamden more than he already had been. He loves the scent of vanilla, and he feels it’s only fitting that you of all people had that natural scent. Your scent is intoxicating and he can’t help but rock his hips against you. Small, insignificant movements that grind his cock ever so slightly against your spongy walls. Your hands fly up to grasp his shoulders, nails lightly digging in through the fabric of his shirt that he still hadn’t taken off. 

“Keep-Keep doing that,” you whine. “More.” 

He ruts his hips into you again, this time with more purpose. Each and every time he moves, he stimulates a new part inside of you that you didn’t even know could feel this way. Your body is burning from the inside out, the feeling of being filled to the brim already beginning to get overwhelming. Kamden isn’t much better — he’s never been squeezed so tightly before, feeling like he can barely move. It’s such a tight fit that he’s not sure if—. No, he can’t think about that right now. The thought makes his cock twitch, which elicits a moan from you. 

The first real thrust feels like it punches the air out of you. Kamden changes his angle, propping himself up in a more comfortable way (though how comfortable can you really be after a while on the floor?) and he finally moves his hips. More than just subtle grinding. He pulls out until just the tip is all that’s left and pushes all the way into you at once. It knocks the air out of your lungs, leaving you gasping and squirming beneath him. He sets a slow and steady rhythm of thrusting all the way to the hilt and pulling out to just the tip. 

He grasps your legs again, pulling you impossibly closer and lifting your hips. The new angle shifts his length inside you, making him repeatedly rub against your sweet spot. He quickens his pace, the sound of skin slapping and lewd squelching from your slick getting louder as he does. Each sharp thrust jostles your body, and if it weren’t for the hold he has on your thighs, you’re sure you’d be sliding uncomfortably. But you’re not, because he’s got a tight grip on your thighs, holding them open and lightly digging his fingernails into them and leaving crescent-moon-shaped marks in their place. Almost as if he were afraid that if he were to let go even the slightest bit that you’d run away from him. Like he’s been waiting for so long to be able to have you like this. 

And unbeknownst to you, he has. For years, he yearned for you. Even when there were other omegas throwing themselves at him, he still held out hope that, maybe, even if you didn’t present as an omega, you’d still give him a chance. Now that he has the opportunity, he’s not letting it slip away from him. If that means that he has to hold you this tightly so that he knows it’s real and not one of his many dreams, then so be it. This may be the only time he gets to have you like this, so he’s not going to let it go to waste. 

Not that he has much of a choice, with his mind being clouded entirely by lust and instinct. You just smell so good, and your pussy is so warm and tight. Feels like it’s made for his cock. Though he’s not sure if you can handle his fat knot — not that he’s ever tried to knot someone before. He always managed to have good enough control over himself, but with you, he can feel that control slipping further and further away. All he wants to do is put you in the mating press and shove his cock so deeply inside you that you’re properly knotted and bred, maybe even sink his teeth into your neck to claim you as his mate. 

Kamden gets so lost in his thoughts that he hasn’t realized that he had moved his hands and begun to press your knees closer to your chest. The angle lifts your hips even further, giving him access to get deeper inside you. He’s so deep that it feels like his tip is breaching your womb. Your back arches at the feeling, head rolling back and exposing your neck. The vanilla scent feels like it gets much stronger, and Kamden can’t help but lean down, nuzzling into your neck yet again. This position pushes your legs even further apart, almost uncomfortably so. He lets go of the backs of your knees, propping himself up on his palms, and you let your legs slide down his torso and rest on his hips. 

His thrusts get a bit sloppy, losing their rhythm, beginning to pathetically rut into you at a quicker pace. It gets harder for him to move as his knot begins to swell up at the base of his cock, trying to lock him in place inside you. Neither of you realize just how close he is to finishing until he’s there. His knot swells and stretches your cunt around him until it couldn’t anymore, keeping him inside. He still tries to rock his hips, although it’s rather difficult, and his fat knot constantly rubbing against your sweet spot has you clenching around him even tighter. You’ve never felt so full before, he’s never been squeezed so tightly, but somehow it feels perfect. 

With him being stuck, for lack of better words, inside you, he couldn’t help but come just as deeply. You feel his warm release flooding your insides, his knot pulsing as he pumps you full of his cum. The feeling triggers your own release, muscles spawning and contracting around him, which in turn milks him dry. He shoves his face deeper into your neck, taking in the way your scent smells. It’s intoxicating. His teeth ache to sink into your skin and claim you as his mate, to leave his mark so that everyone knows you’re his, even when he’s far away. But there’s something deep inside him holding him back, despite feeling like he’s no longer in control of his body. So he settles for grazing his teeth on your skin. 

He nips and scrapes his sharp teeth against your neck, enough to have your mind reeling, but not enough to bite down and claim you. You whimper and whine, baring your neck for him, silently begging him to do it. But he won’t. Not yet. Kamden loves you, he does, and he wants you as his mate, but he would like to do it properly and not in a lust-induced haze. Not when he’s two seconds away from losing himself entirely to his alpha, which isn’t saying much because he’s about ninety-eight percent there and has been for a while. If he were of sound mind and thinking logically, Kamden wouldn’t be in this position with you like this — if his mind wasn’t clouded, he wouldn’t be knotting his best friend on her living room floor and fighting his instinct to leave his bite mark on her neck, but here he is, doing exactly that. All because he hadn’t been taking his supplements like he should, you forgot your scent blockers and you smell oh so good.

It’s been a while since Kamden has popped a knot, so he severely underestimates how long it takes for it to go down enough to be able to pull out. When he shifts to a more comfortable position and his hips move, it pushes his knot further into your cunt. He’s so deep it feels like he’s centimeters away from breaching your womb with the tip of his cock. The two of you are connected at the center most part of your bodies and if it weren’t for your shirts, you’d be pressing bare skin to skin from your head to your toes. 

He’s still pushing his face into your scent gland, inhaling so much of your natural scent that it feels intoxicating. He feels hypnotized by the way it draws him in — just how ironic is it that his best friend of all people is an omega and smells like his favorite scent? Growing up, he always mentioned how much he liked the vanilla smell of your favorite ice cream shops and bakeries, and here you are with that being your natural scent. Only a bit spicier. It’s unique, Kamden thinks, and it suits you. It draws him in. It led him to where he is now, fully sheathed inside you and being milked of all his come from your tight pussy squeezing around him. He can’t move, and honestly, he’s not sure he even wants to. 

Even as his knot begins to go down and his painfully hard cock starts to soften, he doesn’t want to pull out. He would stay inside you forever if it meant getting to have you. Part of him worries that once he pulls out, it’ll all be over and you’ll never want to acknowledge this again. But another part, the more feral and prominent part of him just doesn’t want to pull out of your hole that just sucked him in so well. Welcomed him like it was meant to be there. He wanted to stay connected like this as long as possible.

He huffs and tries to push his hips further into you, but had no luck because he was already buried to the hilt. Skin to skin, pelvic bones touching. There’s no way he could get any deeper, but he still tries, and it causes the both of you to cry out. 

“No more,” you whine, voice a little hoarse from before. “Sensitive.”

Kamden doesn’t respond. Not verbally, at least. Instead, he shoves his hands under your back and leans back, pulling you to sit on his lap as sits up on his knees. The sudden movement caused you to squeal and wrap your arms around his broad shoulders for support. This angle, despite already being as deep inside you as he possibly could, shifts him in a way that rubs against you just right. His half-hard cock twitches in interest as you whimper and clench around him, but you shake your head and nuzzle into his neck. 

You try to lift off of him, but your legs are so shaky that you couldn’t even hold your own body weight up. He uses his grip around you to gently lift you up and you both sigh at the feeling. His dick falls limply against his thigh as he pulls out and a disgusting glob of cum drips out of your quivering hole.you all but collapse against him in exhaustion. Much like he had been earlier, you shove your nose directly against the scent gland in his neck, inhaling. Because finally, finally, you could really smell it. It’s strong, woody and earthy, and you can’t help but think that it mixes perfectly with yours as the two of you embrace like this. 

He grunts and moves you around yet again. Only this time to maneuver the both of you to lie on the sofa rather than remain kneeling on the hard floor. Even in this dazed state, he could feel the ache in his knees from this position and he could only imagine your back felt the same from laying there for god knows how long. 

The two of you lie there in silence for a while, catching your breath and basking in the moment you’d both been longing for for a while without the other knowing. But the silence doesn’t last long, because once you feel Kamden’s dick twitching as it begins to erect you can’t help but laugh. Not mockingly, but somewhat in disbelief and humor. Lying there entangled with you after what you had just done, without even cleaning up, Kamden was getting hard again. 

“Again?” You asked, amused. “What, are you some dumb alpha in rut now? Losing your mind over your best friend being an omega?” 

A low growl vibrates your chest where it’s pressed to Kamden’s own and you gasp. You barely have time to react before he swiftly turns the two of you over, face pressed against the cushions of your sofa and hips up in the air. Your pretty pussy was still glistening with slick, almost as if it were enticing him, inviting him back in. His cock stands at attention now, eager to be squeezed by your perfect hole again. The thought makes your heart race. 

Somehow, you feel like you won’t be able to wiggle your way out of this one. Like he won’t be satisfied until he’s sure you’re properly mated and bred with his pups. Which, quite frankly, you wouldn’t mind. As long as it’s him. 

You’d do it all over again if it meant being with Kamden. 

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I fear I’ve found my people cause I could talk about &mate foreverrrrrrr

Ok so I asked Kambun the same thing and maybe it got answered maybe it didn’t tbh my memory is shit but I need to know your thoughts on something specific

That specific thing being where in that one andmate episode (the one where Kyrell wakes them up and cooks them breakfast) Jiho is still sleepy so he’s leaning against the wall and he’s got this kinda slurred voice and dazed smile on his face. HELP WHY DID I FIND IT SO SEXY? I can’t think off the top of my head if there’s really anything that could necessarily be considered sexy about it but it felt sexy to me, you know????? Messy hair glasses Brian was pretty sexy too but it didn’t imprint itself onto my brain the way sleepy Jiho did.

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the way i literally just rewatched that yesterday.... are you actually in my walls???

no but same 😭 every time i watch that video it's like... kam's bedhead and morning voice, brian and that FUCKING AC/DC SHIRT HE ALWAYS WEARS TO SLEEP istg ive seen that shirt more than my mom and im INSANE for sleeveless tops, jiho's little "웅? 엥?" and his doe-eyes, im actually insane. lowkey makes me want to wake him up with head just to hear any little noises he'd make~ also siyun in general bro????? 😩😩😩 men who are still so sleepy >>>> i love morning sex too much for this im so gone

but jiho is so cute :(( he's sounds so whiny, is it weird to think that's how he'd sound when he's completely out of it?? there are very few men that make me want to be more dominant with them and jiho is definitely one of them, but rn i cant get the idea of him lowkey mocking you in that high voice he does when half asleep or reading comments, mimicking your pleas for him to go faster or harder, all while keeping the same speed until youre actually begging for it :((

also (slightly unrelated) seeing them in that kitchen and knowing i'd really only come up to the very bottoms of those upper cabinets, but they come up midway is so 🥴 i need them.. like, biblically. carnally, even. im feral.

but (completely unrelated) honestly all of them are just SO cute in that video!!

jiho curling up in the blanket while theyre talking to him and trying to wake him up, him getting excited every time they mention galbi-tang (half asleep AND awake, i love him) and him teasing siyun with the food is so 😭😭😭😭😭

kamden being so mischievous with the spray bottle, and all of them collectively gaslighting seungmo into thinking he cried ("i washed my hair last night and its still wet??" 😭) and thinking the clapper was a stun-gun??? (someone needed to take that spray bottle away from him tbh)

brian thinking kyrell was an angel (he is fr) and even his speech sluring a bit 🤭 that fucking shirt, walking around BLIND, messy hair and everything (when is his hair not messy tho, very realistic, we love him for it)

ky being the cutest chef in the entire world, despite being an actual giant with a babyface (somehow makes me want to get manhandled by him even more idk), like just seeing him look so cute but be as tall or taller than their fridge is so...... wow. yaknow?

siyun being so 😖🤤 when helping ky in the kitchen?? theyre so house-husband i fear, and thats just my type so im actually knawing at my hole-poked lid of my jar good lord. no but i love men who look so grumpy when they just wake up, but are actually so cute and playful its actually so. god. fuck.

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thinking about brian again

Bro me af. I saw that video of him putting the jacket on earlier and I drooled. I really just wanna climb him like a tree.

I feel like he could pick his partner up….

Okay but like Brian picking you up while you kiss, his big hands holding you up by your thighs….

Yeah

#need that

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Hey guys!! So my asks are now opened 👀 if yall wanna yap with me about ampies.

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Hot.

ok second kamden ask… having a huge voice kink and u can’t get off without hearing his voice. so when he is away on tour you call him and he guides you while talking you through it. ok im done

I know this is a Kamden ask but I promised something like this for Brian too so I'mma include him mwahahahaha.

Phone sex with Kamden & Brian (Separate)

Warnings: Phone sex (obviously), mutual masturbation (Kamden), guided masturbation (Brian), pet names (way too many to remember), Brian calls reader a "dirty girl" a few times, endings are VERY rushed. (Let me know if i missed anything!!)

- Kamden

It's been so long since you had your beautiful boyfriend in your arms... Sigh. It's not that you don't feel happy that the boys are on tour, but you miss Kamden a lot and he misses you a lot too! It's such a tragedy, ugh.

Plus, not only do you miss each other in a romantic, lovey-dovey way, you actually need each other. How long has it been since either of you got off?

Y/N: Kam

Y/N: When did the tour end again?

Kamden: Sorry babe, but we still have like... a week left

Y/N: A week?? Fuck, but I need you now

Kamden: Well, what do you need me for? I'm sure I can help you over the phone or something

Poor Kamden actually thought you needed help with something serious. Well, this was serious for you. Plus, his idea gave you a great way to solve your little problem.

You called your boyfriend's number, and as expected, he picked up almost instantly. "Hello? Y/N, tell me what's wrong, I'll help you as much as I can from here" You heard him say from the other side of the line. "Kammy... I need help, but not the kind of help you're thinking... I need you" You mumbled into the microphone, suddenly a bit self-conscious. "Oh..."

He let out a chuckle, probably at his stupidity. It's been so long since either of you did anything sexual that it was so far in the back of his mind. "Let me help you then, my love" He purred, and the way he spoke instantly gave you butterflies. "Take off your clothes, come on"

He heard rustling from your side of the line, indicating that you were, in fact, taking off your clothes like he asked. "Good. Now, tell me how you feel" Your mind blanked at the request, but you tried to form a somewhat coherent answer that satisfied him. "I'm so needy... So wet... Kam please, help me"

"Aww, my baby can't get off on her own, poor thing" His voice sounded a bit mocking, just how you liked it. "I c-can't" You helplessly replied, squirming uselessly on top of your bed. "You know what you should do. Rub your little clit for me, slowly"

Your finger made contact with your most sensitive spot, earning a small gasp from you. On the other side, Kamden was pulling down his pants and underwear, hearing you like this affected him to the core. He wrapped his own hand around his hardening length, sighing at the much needed contact.

You made your best effort to circle your clit slowly and not do it quickly, Kamden didn't tell you to rub fast, he told you to do it slowly. Small whines fell from your parted lips, going straight to your boyfriend's cock, his hand pumping it a bit faster. "Put two fingers in your pussy baby, just like how I do it, you know how"

You wasted no time obeying his request, taking two of your fingers and carelessly shoving them into your needy hole. You whimpered at the stretch, arching your back slightly. "F-fuck--" Kamden heard all of the sounds you were emitting, making his mind run wild, imagining you in so many situations at once.

"Faster, I know you can do it faster, do it for me" He ordered. He was fucking his own hand, and as he quickened his pace, he wanted you to do the same, to go at the same rhythm, to imagine his hand was your sweet pussy and for you to imagine your fingers were his cock. Obviously, you move your fingers faster, letting him hear more of your moans and whimpers. Given the fact that you both were needy and sensitive, it was no surprise that neither of you would last much longer.

You could hear Kamden's groans clearly, the volume of your voices increasing along with your respective movements to bring you over the edge. "K-Kam-- Please--" You tried asking for permission to cum. Luckily, your boyfriend wasn't in the mood to drag things on for too long. "Let's cum together, okay?" He managed to say, before you two moaned loudly. Kamden's release spurted, into his hand. Your juices completely drenched your fingers. For a few seconds, the only thing that could be heard was your agitated breathing.

"That was incredible..."

- Brian

Your boyfriend, Brian, had the most mesmerizing voice you had heard in your whole life. It was deep, clear, it caressed your ears in a way you had never felt before, and you were completely addicted to him, hearing him in any way possible. Sometimes, even hearing him speak normally got you all worked up, that's how much his honey voice affects you.

Like right now. You and Brian had been separated for a couple of days, he had to stay with the rest of the members instead of with you because of training, recordings, dance practices... So he was back at the dorm. Of course, you made the choice of calling every night to keep up with him, to avoid the distance and keep in touch with your lover. On occasions like this, Brian's voice had an even stronger effect on you, making you feel butterflies as he told you all about how Siyun and Kyrell argued over the last piece of chocolate. Hearing him speak, even if it was about the most mundane thing ever, made your pussy slick.

One of your hands sneakily crept down your body, pushing your underwear to the side, sliding a couple fingers over your folds, letting out a tiny, shaky sigh. Brian, of course, noticed the change in your breathing even over the phone, and raised an eyebrow. "You okay baby?" You stiffened up as soon as the question reached your ears. "Y-Yeah... Just keep talking... Please" Your own voice came out way needier than any of you expected. Your boyfriend chuckled, hearing you in that state. "I've always known you liked my voice, but I didn't expect it to go this far... my needy baby, what are you doing?" As soft as velvet, his voice made its way to your head, fogging up your thoughts.

"I'm... Touching myself" You hesitantly admit, and hear a satisfied hum on the other side of the phone. "Good... Keep doing that, and I'll keep talking to you" You could even hear the smile on his face when he spoke. "My pretty girl can't wait until I come back, what a dirty girl" His taunting tone made goosebumps rise on your skin, motivating you enough to start rubbing your clit in small but quick circles. "I-I'm sorry..." You gasped slightly at the stimulation, rubbing slighty faster. "No you're not, I can hear your little sounds, dirty girl"

You didn't know why, but the way he spoke to you and called you names got you needier, hornier. "Brian please..." You whimpered, your legs trashing around, letting him also hear the sheets shuffling. "Put those fingers to better use my love, you know what to do"

You were convinced Brian was a siren in one of his previous lives, because anything he said, anything he commanded, you always obeyed instantly. Like right now. You took two of your fingers and shoved them inside of your cunt, moaning at the feeling. "Good girl, you're always so good for me" Your moan let him know that you were in fact being good for him.

After a few minutes of taunting you, provoking you, telling you the dirtiest things to rile you up even more, he decided to let you reach your peak. "Faster, you know you can move them faster, do it for me" And once again, you followed his commands instantly, pumping your fingers in and out faster, just like he ordered. Your moans increased in volume. Brian was having so much fun hearing you like that, having you so ready and obedient even when he wasn't physically there with you. "You have my permission to cum, you've been good, you deserve it"

And just like that, the pressure that had been building in your belly snapped at yet another command from his angelic voice. You squealed, arching your back, drenching your own fingers in your release. "I'd give anything to see you and taste you right now"

"Then come over"

"Don't ask me twice"

[xkamheex]

Writing Tips

Punctuating Dialogue

✧

➸ “This is a sentence.”

➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.

➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”

➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”

➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”

➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”

➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.

“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.

“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”

➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”

➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”

However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can also be “outside”!

➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.

If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)

➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically express—“

“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.

➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.

➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”

➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.

“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”

➸ “If it’s the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.

“This shows it’s the same character continuing to speak.”

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Best content right here. Period.

Ampers&one Incorrect Quotes

Court Judge: Who in the world did you bring with you

Kamden: They’re my legal team

Court Judge: You meant to tell me that your legal team is a rabbit with RBF, a scared kitten, and a way to buff looking quokka

Kam: Yup!

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ACEHEEXX ——> XKAMHEEX

Name Change Official: 03/08/25

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Oh wow. Just wow

🫰anon again. I know I’ve sent a bunch of asks but I was just thinking about how Kamden mentioned that he sweats really easily and now I’m imagining having really sweaty sex with him (because boy, me too)

kamden does sweat so easily. and he sweats a lot. you know how they say if you’re attracted to someone they’ll even smell good when they’re sweaty?

yeah.

thinking about that—having extremely hot and sweaty sex with kamden, getting lost in each other. all 5 senses being overwhelmed. it feels so good, touching him and having him inside you, skin to skin. it sounds amazing, the soft noises kamden lets out and the sound of skin on skin, and the wet slapping sounds. the taste of each other on your tongues. he looks perfect with the sweat drenching his hair, making it stick to his skin. and the smell, oh god, the smell of your natural scents and the faint smell of your perfumes mixing together. it’s a beautiful blend of the most primal parts of one another and it just heightens the experience so much more.

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This that good shit 🥰

MR. VALENTINE ── C.KR

pairing kyrell choi x fem reader

warnings new relationship with kyrell, he was your best friend first, first time, dry humping, fingering, mutual virginity loss, protected sex

word count 1.9k

“Are you nervous?”

Huh? You look up at your boyfriend, wide eyed and innocent. “No…What would I even be nervous about?” Had he caught on to you? Does he know? Surely, he couldn’t know. You aren’t that easy to read—you couldn’t be.

Kyrell shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know, but you’re shaking.” He gestures to your entwined hands where you were nervously trembling. “If you’re nervous about something, that’s okay. You can talk to me. I won’t bite.”

No, you couldn’t talk to him for advice. He may be your best friend, but he’s also your boyfriend. Your boyfriend that you wanted to go all the way with. You know he would never judge you, but how do you even begin to tell him that you find him so incredibly attractive that you want to share the most intimate parts of yourself—your body—with him and still be able to look him in the eye afterwards? You can’t.

He takes in the way your shoulders slump and wraps a comforting arm around you. “Did I do anything to make you uncomfortable?”

You quickly shake your head no, denying that possibility. In fact, it was the exact opposite. Kyrell had taken you on such an amazing date, your first Valentine's Day spent together as a couple, and everything felt so natural. So comfortable. And for some reason, that scares you. It almost felt too perfect and you were afraid to ask for more out of fear of messing up the comfortable relationship you both have, and even worse, losing him as a best friend in the process.

But you can’t deny the way you crave more. Sometimes you find yourself staring at him, at his fingers, at his body and letting your mind wander. You’d shamefully think of all of the places he could touch you, how good he could make you feel. Or how amazing it would feel to have his body pressed bare against you. You know he would take care of you, and you want to take care of him too.

Does he fantasize about you the way you do about him?

You didn’t realize you’d gotten lost in thought until Kyrell completely moved away from you just to get a closer look at you. Your eyebrows furrowed, and even as you look in Kyrell’s kind and caring eyes, you still feel nervous. And the nerves get the best of you until you blurt it out, finally. “Do you ever want more…with me?”

“More?” He asks. His tone is soft, making sure that you know he’s not ridiculing you. “More, like what?”

Instead of a response, verbally at least, you grab his hands and put them on your hips. You can tell that he gets the hint with the he gently squeezes and kneads the skin there, but he doesn’t say anything. “I don’t know…Just—more.”

He scoots closer to you. “More, like physically?” You nod. “Kisses?” He presses his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. It wasn’t your first kiss, but it still made your heart thump in your chest and your stomach twist up in knots.

“And…”

“And?” He moves one hand up to cradle your jaw. Kyrell is smart. He knows exactly what you are hinting at. But he wants to hear you say it, no matter how long it takes. Even if he had to coax it out of you.

Suddenly, with him so close to you, you can’t help but word vomit. You’d had an amazing date, comfortable yet romantic, and he’d come inside when dropping you off back at your place. The two of you sitting together on your bed suddenly felt so intimate, his natural scent mixing with his cologne and the comforting scent of your bedroom. “Will you be my first? I want to…go all the way…with you.”

Kyrell smiles at you, taking your breath away. His beautiful eye smile started melting away your anxiety and he gently cradled you. “Of course. Would you be my first, too?”

Oh.

You nod, and within a moment, the two of you were completely wrapped up in one another. Your hands snuck under his shirt as he kissed you deeper, in a way he never had before, lips moving in tandem with one another. You brush your fingertips over his abdomen, feeling him tense and the muscles there begin to flex. He leans forward, gently pushing you to lie down beneath him.

Kyrell settles between your legs, holding himself up on his forearms. He opens your mouth with his own, inexperienced tongue darting out to meet yours. You lift your hips to get some friction, causing him to pause for a moment before he grinds down in return. You can’t help but sigh into the kiss. And before you know it, he was asking permission to undress you.

Which you gave, of course.

He slips his hands under your top, running them up your torso just until he gets to the bottom of your breasts. He hesitates there, trying to mask the deep, shaky breath he takes. You can do this, he tells himself. You grab his wrists in your hands, pulling them up further. Sighing at the feeling of his large palms now resting on the swell of your chest, touching but not too much. “It’s okay,” you whisper. “I want you to touch me…Everywhere.”

Finally, he manages to remove your top after you sit up to help him, and he looks at you in awe. His pretty partner, his best friend, one of the most important people in his life, lying under him. Only in your bra and bottoms, looking up at him with a mix of soft love and lust washed over your face. Kyrell feels your nails slightly scratch at his abdomen after slipping under his shirt again, and he takes a hint to take it off. He removes his touch from your breasts to reach the back of his shirt collar, pulling it up and over his head to toss to the side. You gawk at his fit form—he’s not overly muscular, just enough to tell he dedicates a certain amount of time to the gym, and it’s definitely not the first time you’ve seen him shirtless, but it’s different this time.

He settles back above you, and the both of you let out trembling breaths. It’s real. It’s happening.

Kyrell’s hand cradles your jaw as he softly kisses you, then moves down between the valley of your breasts, then down to your stomach above your waistband. You do the same, feeling his bare skin from his shoulders all the way down to his waistband. “May I?” You ask. He nods, and your unsteady hands begin to fumble with the button and zipper. If he wasn’t already so painfully hard he would think it’s cute, but he is very painfully hard and he’s just as fumbly and nervous as you are. Even if he’s trying not to show it. He sighs with relief when you finally pop the button open and unzip his pants, getting a little bit of the uncomfortable pressure off of his bulge. He climbs off of you to pull his pants off, tossing them to the side with both of your shirts. Now more naked than you are, only in his boxers while you still wore your pants.

“May I?” He gestures to your pants and you shyly nod. You cover your face as he works to take yours off, less shaky than you were, but still as anxious. When he gets them undone, you lift your hips so he can pull them down your legs, accidentally brushing yet again on the tent in his underwear, with him suddenly more reactive due to the lack of layers he previously had with his pants, now only in his thin boxers. He carefully peels your pants off of your legs, bringing them together and knees up to your chest so he can pull them off your ankles. You awkwardly let your legs flop onto the bed on either side of his hips and take a deep breath. Kyrell looks at you and gives you a reassuring smile. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

With that little bit of consolation, he places his hands back on your body. This time, at the spot where your thighs make a crease where they meet your hips. You wiggle your hips after a moment, urging him to just pull your panties off too. “Take them off. Please.”

The cool air on your wet center nearly makes you shiver as Kyrell pulls your underwear off. You begin to get rather impatient as he takes his time to begin to touch you. But eventually he does, and it feels good.

He slides his fingers through your slick folds and sinks the tip of his index finger into your hole. It welcomes his finger so well that he can’t help but slide more of it, to the second joint of his finger, inside, pulling it out and pushing it back in the same way. The feeling of his finger inside you was new, but not uncomfortable. He angles the tip of his finger up, just barely brushing a spot inside you to make you jolt. He found that spot—the spot. Kyrell smiles and adds a second finger, purposely angling both to consistently massage that spot inside of you as he gently thrusts his fingers in and out of you.

“You okay?” He asks.

You nod, feeling heat creeping up and tightening in the pit of your stomach. “Think I’m close,” you sigh. Kyrell nods along with you, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. Without much warning, all because of a specific bend of his fingers and twist of his wrist, you start to come undone around his fingers. Almost as if driven by instinct, Kyrell balances himself on his knees and uses his other hand to find your clit, rubbing languid circles on the bud as you hit your climax. He helps you ride out the high, your back arching and breathing getting heavy and quick, whispering praises to you.

He pulls his fingers out once you’ve calmed down and he lets you catch your breath for a moment. “All good?” He looks down at you lovingly.

“Yeah.” Your chest heaves. “That was good…What about you?” You glance down at the very prominent hard-on in his underwear. Almost salivating at the thought of it, of taking care of his needs the way he’s just taken care of yours.

He shakes his head. “Next time.” Next time? He wants to do this again. You can’t help but feel excitement bubble up in your chest. “Do you have any condoms?”

“Oh, yeah.” You try to sit up, to pull out the drawer in your bedside table where you had a stash of condoms that you’d bought recently for this specific day. You couldn’t quite reach them, so Kyrell guided you to lie back down while he grabbed one of the foil packets. He opened it and amateurly fumbled with the lubricated latex until it covered his length.

He takes another glance at you, now trying to get your bra off before he notices, the cups having twisted with your thrashing from your previous orgasm. “Are you sure about this?”

You paused, looking back at him with a determined look in your eyes. “I’ve never been more sure about anything. As long as it’s with you.” He reaches behind your back, unhooking the clasps of your bra, planting a kiss to your lips as he does so. “I’m ready, are you?”

[xkamheex]

IdolBF!Brian Ho

Idol Boyfriend Brian Ho X Reader

Genre: Smut

Work Count: 300

AN: I watched Brian’s livestream yesterday and thought of this. I’m not sure what it is, but honestly, I love it 🥰

CW: oral (f receiving), p in v, sexual content, non descriptive sex, munch Brian!!

IdolBF!Brian sometimes needs more reassurance than others, his job requiring a lot more confidence than he can muster.

IdolBF!Brian usually spends these times with you, his girlfriend, watching whatever tv show has caught your attentions and snuggling under a blanket.

IdolBF!Brian also likes to use this time to release his pent up frustration, starting off slow, teasing his long fingers up and down your inner thigh.

IdolBF!Brian sneaks his naughty little fingers into the waistband of your pants, his fingertips skating over your skin under them. He looks up at you, eyes begging for something more, which you so easily give him. Suddenly you’re allowing the man to pull your pants down, his body shifting lower on the couch until his pretty face was level with your clothed cunt.

IdolBF!Brian takes his time feasting on you, his tongue moving with precision as he draws you closer and closer to an orgasm, long slender fingers pumping in and out of your greedy entrance. He takes great pleasure in making you fall apart.

IdolBF!Brian talks you through each orgasm he gives you whether it’s his hands, his mouth, or his cock. He praises you with a tone so gentle it’s like his words wrap you up in a warm embrace, driving you even deeper into ecstasy.

IdolBF!Brian holds you so close as he fucks you, his hips stuttering slightly as he thrusts in, his hands holding your waist below him. He smirks to himself when your back arches off the couch, taking pride in the way he’s the only one who can make you fall apart so perfectly.

[xkamheex]

I agree heavily. I got a Brian one coming soon.

ꕤ ⊹₊⋆ most likely to ⋆ be a munch ⊹₊⋆ ꕤ

pairing ampers&one legal line x fem reader

warnings oral (fem receiving)

word count 228

i. jiho

jiho eats pussy like he needs it to survive. eating you out is partly for his pleasure, because he loves it. i think jiho could get off from just eating you out, having you pull his hair and grind against his face. loves face sitting.

ii. kamden

kamden could go either way. i think when he does eat pussy, he eats it like a starved man. he’s a combo fingers+mouth user. easily makes you overwhelmed in the best way possible.

iii. brian

brian, i think, may see it as a necessary part of sex. he does all kinds of foreplay and probably prefers some more than others. but brian will always get you to cum once from his mouth at least before anything else.

iv. siyun

i don’t think siyun is much of an oral guy, like kyrell. he has to be in a certain mood to want it. but when he’s in that certain mood, when he has his moments, he might be quite good at it and will have your legs shaking in no time.

v. kyrell

i don’t think kyrell is an oral guy at all, giving or receiving. i think he is more likely to use his fingers or some other means of foreplay. that’s not to say that if you ask, he wouldn’t do it for you, because he would. he would do just about anything you ask him to.

[xkamheex]

hey queen how are u

Doing great honestly 🥰 I’ve been writing on ao3 lately tho so I haven’t been as active on here

[xkamheex]

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[xkamheex]

my other wifey posted yall! you better go read it >:(

its actually so fucking cute thoooo i love simpy kammmyyyyyyyyyy

Late Night Calls ∙ Na Kamden

Bf!Kamden x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Crack

Work Count: 1.9k

CW: Drinking, Reader has star tattoos, Na Kamden is whipped, he is so down bad, like really whipped it’s adorable, cuddling, Kam stripped at one point (non sexual), it’s just bunch of fluff

Synopsis: After a long night of losing drinking games and having fun with his friends. Kamden just wants to go home Y/N and his warm cozy bed. Getting him there has its challenges for everyone involved.

Kamden was out with his friends on a random night. He wasn’t planning the on getting drunk but hey the night was young and to his demise one of his pals gets the brilliant idea to start playing a drinking game, the one where the group assigns each person a word that said person doesn’t know what their word is and when you say it you have to take a shot along with every time after that as well and last one to say their word wins and the game is over and your people can stop downing shots. So they assign words and they give Kamden "ah!" something he used a lot to let people know he understood what they were saying along with just a filler word, they picked it knowing that he would be doomed. He is the first to fail, no one is shocked. So he does his shot and realizes that he is not going to be as sober as he thought he’d be at the end of the night.

After having a night of fun and Jiho winning the game the guys try to get him home. It took them an hour just to get to the building of his shared apartment with Y/N. Which was like a new record since the walk was normally 15 minutes or less depending on the time of day.

They had struggled getting him this far due to him stopping in his tracks every time he saw something that made him think of his loving girlfriend "Oh me and Y/N love this place. she always looks at the cute stationary when we go!" or "Hey, that's the place me and Y/N get Korean BBQ all the time!" along with "oh oh look at the stars, they are so pretty. They remind me of Y/N cause of her eyes and her tattoos and about how she got me my necklace" he explained while he stopped walking and looked up at the night sky, his hand fiddling with the star charm hanging around his neck.

So now that he was finally at the building, along with his tired dongsaengs, they just had to get him up to the apartment. But when he saw where they were he started getting really happy and began talking about Y/N even more. Which would be fine if he would keep walking as he talked but at last his friends were not that lucky and they were starting to accept defeat. So they did what they should have done in the first place and called Y/N. She was already wearing her comfy pajamas and in bed with a movie on when her phone started to buzz

"Is everything ok, Ky? You guys are out pretty late this time. Having fun?" She asked, tossing a piece of popcorn she had made to go along with her movie, into her mouth.

"No. Kam would've been home an hour ago if he wasn't drunk" Kyrell explained while rubbing his temples as he watched Brian and Jiho try to motivate Kamden to walk up a couple more steps.

"Drunk! Like drunk drunk? What happened? Kam said he was just going to get tipsy and that he would be fine." Y/N was already setting her bowl aside and getting up to put on her slippers knowing she wasn't going to bed anytime soon

"Well you're right but, Brian had the 'amazing' idea to play a drinking game and here we are. So could you please come help us get him up the stairs?" He begged because he was tired and despite knowing his own girlfriend, the sweetheart she is, would stay up until she knew he was home, safely in bed and giving her cuddles.

“Huh? You guys are in the stairway? Why can't you get him up here? Is he okay? Is he hurt? What did you do to him, Kyrell?!" she headed out the door and started making her way to the stairwell

"No Y/N, he's fine. Ky isn’t at fault this time. Kam's steady on his feet right now, he just won't shut up for two seconds to start walking" it was Jiho talking this time. Seeing Jiho address Y/N on the phone made Kam notice who Ky was on the phone with

"Y/N? Is that you?" he said trying and successfully taking the phone from Ky

"Did you see the stars tonight? They are soooo wonderful!" He went on as he leaned forward against Brian

"I told the guys how they made me think of you, cause stars are our thing, ya know. And then I showed them that shop we like and the place where we get K-BBQ and the place where you get those second hand clothes and" Y/N had a shit eating grin on her face as Kamden continued giving a play by play of their adventure back home. He was a sap and a yapper normally but he got 10x more sappy and yappy when he was drunk and it was adorable.

She entered the stairwell and looked over the edge. They were only two flights down from her, so not as bad as she thought. Y/N could hear them from here and see Kam hanging on Bri as he kept yapping to her on the phone. She continued to listen as she walked down the steps. Finding it very endearing how he could just go on and on about things that most people wouldn’t think to be interesting.

The guys saw her coming down the steps so they gave up on trying to get him to move again and just waited for rescue. She finally gets to where they are standing between floors and smiles, giving the guys a wave. Kam’s back was to her as he remembered how he got this intoxicated

"Oh, Y/N, the guys were so mean. They made me lose the game and then I had to keep taking shots cause they were too good at the game. They are just a bunch of meanie heads. I wish you were here to make it better." he pouts, still thinking she is just on the phone with him. She had hung up the phone already once she got to the resting spot where they were at in the stairs but he was too busy chatting to hear the call end. Y/N held in a chuckle trying to keep quiet as she steps closer to Kam and wraps her arms around his waist to his front giving him a back hug

"Ohhh were they not playing fair? That's not nice of them now is it. I’m here now so no need to worry." Kam jumped a little and turned around to see Y/N. His eyes went huge like big goldfish orbs. The guys laughed seeing how much Kam adored her

"Y/N!!! you're here! Oh I missed you" he picked Y/N up because of how excited he was

"Wow there big guy. I missed you too" He sets her down but his arms stay around her as he pushes his face down into her neck giving her a big hug. Y/N pats his head with a gentle smile on her lips

"Ok boys I think I got him from here. Go home, text me when you’re there, and get some sleep, alright? Thanks for bringing him home in one piece" They say their goodbyes along with good nights and head home. Y/N gets Kam into the apartment eventually. And once his shoes are off he shuffles to their bedroom without another word.

As Y/N shakes her head at his antics she walks into the kitchen to get him a glass of water and some meds for in the morning. She has a feeling his head most likely will be pounding when he wakes up tomorrow. Kam had managed to take his socks off along with unbuttoning his jeans but was struggling to get his shirt over his head. He huffs and gruffs not knowing Y/N has entered the bedroom yet. She goes to set the provisions on his night stand and quietly chuckles.

He keeps trying to get it off but with a final huff he just warily sits down on the edge of the bed with the shirt over his head and his arms trapped within it and waits. Y/N usually knows what he’s thinking but right now she was at a loss. So, she walks up to him, careful not to spook him

"Aye love, why are you just sitting there?" He flinches at her voice not knowing she was in the room, then moves his head to face where he thinks she is in front of him, his arms following his head movement

"I’m stuck." he explains in a defeated tone.

"Yeah? I see that but why are you just sitting there if you're having trouble with your shirt?" He's so adorable it makes Y/N’s chest hurt.

"I’m waiting for you" he says sweetly as he wiggling his fingers that are sticking out the shirt cutely as if wanting help and attention

"Oh you poor thing let me help you" she teases softly and pulls the shirt fully off his arms and head, moving to toss it into the bin. She turns back to see that he has stood up to slide his jeans off and now is left in his boxers. He breathes out a huff of relief now feeling comfy that he doesn't have his outside clothes on anymore. Then without a second thought flops right into the middle of the bed with a 'oof' and he starts wiggling around to get comfy and warm under the covers. Once he is satisfied he looks back at Y/N who is still standing there taking in everything that just happened.

"Get in. I wanna cuddle" he reaches his arms out to her wanting her in their bed too

"You're a dork, you know that?" That's all she can say. Because he is a dork, an adorable, sweet, cutie pie, pookie, fluffball of a dork and most importantly he is her dork. He pouts and keeps his hands out to reach for her

"Come on, babe. I'm tired of being the oldest in a group of guys that know my weak points too well and now I just wanna be spoiled and get cuddles" she laughs and moves to get in bed with him

"oh aren't you just a big old baby, huh?" He smiles big and ignores her teasing as she finally scoots in the bed next to him. He wraps his arms around her and nuzzles into her chest finally being able to go to sleep now that he has his Y/N. She looks down at him and is filled with warmth and happiness to her core that the person in her arms is him.

She plays with Kam’s hair as they start to calm down. His breaths start to even out showing that he is now asleep. She knows that in the morning he'll be all shy, feeling bad but Y/N won't mind. She loves when he's like this, all mushy and carefree she doesn't mind taking care of him and she knows he would do the same for her if she ever wanted to get drunk. She thinks about this as she slowly drifts off to sleep in Kamdens warm arms.

- The End

[xkamheex]

kAMDEN cONTenT????? ughhh i love it thank you s much for your contribution

ꔠ 　BETWEEN THE LINES OF US 　( 나 캠든 )

genre royalty au , rebel au , forbidden love , rogue!kamden x princess!reader   cw kamden ends up in jail , some small injury mentions , swords and tyranny the good royalty stuff  wc 1403   request @planetkiimchi for kamden + a favour done in secret for the 3k event   note had so much trouble thinking of what to do for this fic but i am so happy with the result once i finally got my two braincells to work hehe   net @kstrucknet @chrimatanet

Kamden had been sitting in the stale jail cell for nearly 72 hours, only allowed one plain meal a day and a jug of water. It was a bitter retribution for his miscalculation three days ago. Thinking he could take on three trained palace guards was overshooting his luck. He was one of the best trained with a sword in the entire nation, but there was still little one sword could do against three, no matter how skilled the master. Still, he didn’t give up hope. His plan of attack was still in motion, and he had a team of other rebels to back him. He just needed to find a way out of the prison he had been thrown into. 

You had been keeping close contact with Kamden’s, giving him secret ways into the palace and aiding him with weapons or inside info. Having the crown princess on his side gave him an upper hand no one else was aware of. Not even the other members of his group knew of your involvement. You had sworn him to secrecy long ago for your own safety. Kamden was a man of his word, and he would always stay unfeignedly loyal to you.

It was as the clock struck one that Kamden heard the turn of a lock and the rusty door to the jail cells rattling open. He stood up, licking his dry lips and preparing himself for anything. He had overheard mention of torture tactics the king had recently imposed from some of the guards the night before. And, as one of the most wanted in the kingdom, he was sure he would be one of the first to discover what tactics they used. 

Though, he sincerely hoped he would somehow be able to avoid it. He had already sustained injuries from fighting that went untreated, and more would only weaken his condition. He needed to stay as strong as possible if he had any hope of his mission succeeding. You had put your faith in him. He wouldn’t let you down. 

The footsteps that followed the opening of the door were soft and tentative. Kamden furrowed his brow, trying to see along the dark corridor through the small square opening on his cell used for food. There was no way a guard would make so little sound. It had to be someone else. Sure enough, a few steps later, Kamden could see that it was you trodding carefully down the hall, key and bottle in hand. 

When you reached his cell, you held a finger to your lips, shushing him from saying anything. He watched you carefully as you slid the key into the lock and turned, opening the cell up. Once the door opened, the torchlight from the hallway shined over you both, and he could see you much more clearly. Dressed in delicately crafted red silk, elegant hands holding the rusted keys, perfectly placed hair and jewelry framing your face. You looked beautiful as always, and Kamden felt a pang of shame in his chest at failing days ago. He put you through more trouble than he had meant to.

“I’ve given the guards some of the strongest wine. They will be out for the next hour. Let’s get you out of here while we have the chance,” you whispered, a tentative smile on your face and an unmistakable glimmer of excitement hidden in your eyes. No matter the setback, you were always ready to get Kamden back on his feet. For a princess, you were surely fearless. 

From an early age you had recognized your father’s tyranny and hoped to put an end to it. But overthrowing the throne was easier said than done, and you would never be accepted as queen if you committed outright treason. Kamden was your secret weapon, able to execute a more rewarding plan of attack. If everything went as you hoped, by the next full moon, Kamden would be the one to sit on the throne, and you by his side.

But you still had a long way to go to get there, and there were many little steps to attend to before the grand finale. In the present moment, you took his roughened hand— littered with cuts and bruises— in your soft one, and led him carefully to the safety and privacy of your bed chambers. His wounds from the fight with the guards worried you. Normally, you would send him back to his hideout immediately, but you knew their medical supplies were running low. For your own peace of mind, you ran the risk of keeping him beside you for a bit longer. Tending to his injuries was the least you could do to thank him for every risk he was taking for you.

You first gave him a change of clothes, as his old ones were torn in multiple spots. You had him sit on the side of your bed while you got out supplies. He was uncharacteristically silent through it all, and you wondered what was on his mind. 

“I hope your stint in the cells wasn’t too miserable. Let us both hope everything goes accordingly next time. We can’t risk another setback,” you muttered, tearing a piece of fabric to wrap some of his cuts with.

“What about the rest of your team? Have Siyun and Jiho received the supplies I sent? What about little Seungmo?” you smiled as you asked. Although none of the team knew of your involvement, you had garnered quite a lot of affection for them. Especially the younger ones. You saw potential in them— the warrior’s spark present in their eyes. Ambition for change in their every move. “Kamden? You haven’t said anything.”

The rogue hesitated, “I am nervous to make too much noise while confined behind these walls. You never know who could be listening,” he whispered. You nodded, making your way over to him again. 

“My chambers are far away from the great hall. Everyone is partying and inebriated. We are in no danger— I bought us at least half an hour,” you told him, cupping his cheek. His glance faltered, finding its way to the floor with a withering spirit. 

“I trust you. I just don’t want to put you in more danger. You’ve already done more than I could have ever asked of you,” he said quietly.

“And I will continue to do more. You need my help as much as I need yours. We are equal, Kamden. Don’t act any different just because I am royalty,” you said earnestly, brushing your thumb across one of the small cuts marring his perfect face.

“If you get hurt in the process of us succeeding, the entire nation will know. People will care. But if I—”

“If you get hurt, I will care. And I do care. You are injured right now. Let me at least patch you up before you leave. I may not see you again until the full moon…” your reprove started strong, but your voice faltered towards the end. The risks of your mission flashing through your mind once again. The chances of disaster happening, of it all going wrong, of Kamden not making it. You shook your head, clearing the thoughts from your mind. With the limited time you had, you had to stay focused on the task at hand. Worrying about the risks would only distract you further. 

You knelt in front of Kamden, inspecting the worst of his injuries on his stomach and arms. He was silent, letting you clean and wrap them up how you liked. Your words clouded in his head as you worked. He knew there was something between you two. Affection, chemistry, teamwork— love, perhaps. He had never stopped to consider how much you were doing for him, nor how his focus had turned more towards you as well. Almost as if the mission was an afterthought. Keeping each other safe took the forefront in moments like these.

Strangely, Kamden found it in himself to smile at the thought. You had lit a small candle of hope inside him from the moment he first met you, and it was still burning steadily every time he saw you. There was no doing this by himself— you would be there by his side every step of the way. Through all the risks and dangers, you were ready to face it together. 

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[xkamheex]

hehe my wife love me yall blessing me with this beauty

#sendbiceps with hyungline

a/n: i was bored... i dont know xD

Warnings: Suggestive Content? Crack fic, Humor.

(thanks to @aceheexx for helping me with input <3)

Lee Heeseung

You: I feel so bad rn. Send biceps to cheer me up 😩

The three dots appear almost immediately, and you settle into the couch, waiting for his response.

Heeseung: What biceps?

You blink, rereading the text. What biceps? Was he serious right now?

Annoyance bubbles up, and without a second thought, you leave him on read. You toss your phone aside and cross your arms, stewing in the silence. He knows exactly what you mean, but he just has to joke around.

Minutes crawl by, and your phone stays stubbornly silent. Heeseung, apparently, isn’t in a rush to make amends.

Then, just as you’re about to grab your phone and tell him off properly, it buzzes. One notification.

You open it, and there it is. A gym mirror selfie, Heeseung’s arm flexed just enough to emphasize the curve of his bicep. His black shirt’s sleeve is slightly rolled up, and the smirk on his face tells you he knows he looks good.

Your irritation dissolves into something warm. Before you can even think about responding, your fingers are already hitting "Save to Camera Roll."

A second notification pops up.

Heeseung: You better be smiling now

You: I was never mad 😌

Sim Jake

The dull ache in your head has been your unwanted companion for hours now. You’re sprawled on the couch, phone in hand, scrolling aimlessly to distract yourself. But even that’s failing. Feeling both bored and miserable, you shoot Jake a text.

You: I feel so bad rn. Send biceps to cheer me up 🥺

The dots appear almost immediately, and you wait, hoping for a quick pick-me-up. Instead, his response makes your headache throb harder.

Jake: I feel bad too. Send tits?

You stare at your screen, narrowing your eyes as if he can sense your disbelief through the phone. “Seriously?” you mutter to yourself, massaging your temples.

You: Are you kidding me right now? My head hurts, and you’re making it worse

Jake: I’m just saying... fair trade, no?

You contemplate leaving him on read, but he sends another message before you can decide.

Jake: Fine, fine. Ladies first, though

You groan, mostly out of exasperation, but also because your headache refuses to give you a break. Against your better judgment, you snap a quick shot—not anything too revealing, just enough to satisfy his ridiculous request. You send it with an eye-roll emoji for good measure.

Seconds later, his response lands.

Jake: Now that’s what I’m talking about

Before you can scold him, another text comes through:

Jake: Alright, biceps incoming. Don’t say I never did anything for you

And then, right on cue, a photo of his flexed bicep arrives. It’s angled just right, the definition in his arm making you pause despite your lingering annoyance.

Your headache doesn’t magically disappear, but for a brief moment, you forget all about it.

You: You’re insufferable

Jake: And yet, you saved that pic, didn’t you?

Touché.

Park Sunghoon

Work has completely drained you. You’re sprawled on your bed, still in your outdoor clothes, the ache in your legs matching the exhaustion in your mind. With a sigh, you grab your phone and text Sunghoon, hoping for something to brighten your mood.

You: I feel so bad rn. Send biceps 😩

He replies quicker than you expect, but his response isn’t what you were hoping for.

Sunghoon: What? Why?

You blink at the screen, then groan. Of course, he’s going to make you explain.

You: Because I’m exhausted, Sunghoon! Work was a nightmare, my feet hurt, my boss wouldn’t stop hovering, and I haven’t even had dinner yet! Plus, I feel like crying, and seeing your biceps would literally make my day better. Is that too much to ask for?? 😤

The typing dots disappear for a moment, and you wonder if you scared him off with your mini-rant. Then they reappear, and after a pause, your phone buzzes with a notification.

It’s a photo.

You open it, and your breath catches. Sunghoon’s in a tank top, his arm raised as he flexes just enough to show off his toned biceps. His other hand is holding the phone, and his expression is so open and cute, it makes your heart skip a beat.

A squeal escapes you before you can stop it, and you bury your face in your pillow, giggling like a lovestruck teenager. Kicking your feet, you glance at the photo again, unable to stop the wide grin spreading across your face.

Without thinking, you hit "Save to Camera Roll." Then, as you sit there, still staring at the screen, you wipe at the corner of your mouth, realizing you were actually drooling.

You: I love you so much, Sunghoon

Sunghoon: ...So it worked?

You: Of course it did. You’re the best boyfriend ever

Sunghoon: Good. Now go eat dinner before you faint or something

You giggle again, hugging your phone. Drained or not, Sunghoon always knows how to make you feel better.

Park Jongseong

The TV screen blinks off with a frustrated click, the remote abandoned on the couch next to you. You’d spent the past half hour scrolling aimlessly through movies and shows, but nothing seemed remotely interesting. Boredom gnawed at you, and with a groan, you grabbed your phone.

You: I feel bad rn. Send biceps 🥺

The reply came a minute later.

Jay: Why would biceps make you feel better?

You chuckled at the response, already picturing the way he was probably furrowing his brows in confusion.

Jay: If you feel bad, shouldn’t you do something else? Like eat ice cream or take a nap?

Your smile widened as you started typing, determined to wear him down.

You: Nope. Only biceps will cure me. Please, Jay, I’m begging you. Just one🥺🙏

The dots appeared and disappeared, then appeared again, and you could almost see him debating with himself. Finally, your phone buzzed.

It was a photo.

You opened it, and a giggle immediately bubbled out of you. Jay had taken a mirror selfie, his arm flexed in a way that made you pause for a moment, thoroughly appreciating the definition. He was wearing a baseball cap, pulled low over his face, but the telltale flush creeping up his neck and cheeks was impossible to miss.

It was adorable.

You: OMG, you’re blushing!

Jay: Shut up. You begged for this. And don’t screenshot it!

But it was already too late—you’d saved the picture to your camera roll the second you saw it. Hugging your phone to your chest, you kicked your feet, your earlier boredom completely forgotten.

You: I love you! You’re the best!

Jay: You’re such a handful. But… I love you too

a/n: who loves biceps? hands up!!

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