#m.fics

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"how about we kiss?" / taehyun

rating: explicit

an: gender neutral reader to the best of my ability but taehyun does "top" so if ur uncomfy with that pls don't read!! barebacking, tummy bulging (a little), etc etc., lol

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you flip to your stomach, cheek smushed into your pillow. you can't get comfortable. you've spent thirty minutes lying here in a dozen different positions, and your body feels lit up from the inside out.

taehyun is lying next to you. he isn't asleep; after nearly a year of dating, you've memorized what his breathing sounds like when he's conscious versus not. he's started sighing each time you fidget, and you're sure he's going to snap any moment now but you just can't help it. you're feeling restless– the prospect of him leaving for japan in just a few days looms over your head, and sleep can't seem to find you.

you just keep thinking about him, which is– it isn't new; he's always on your mind. but now, this time, you miss him before he's even left.

your leg twitches, foot tapping against the mattress. next come your hands, fingers digging into the sheet. finally, you flip to your right side, your back to taehyun, and he groans aloud.

"for the love of god," he starts, and you immediately feel bad because he sounds tired. "what's wrong with you tonight?"

"don't know," you huff. his arm slinks over your waist, tugging you closer to him, your ass flush to his hips. you relax a little beneath his touch, some of the tension seeping out of you. "just have a lot on my mind, i guess."

he presses his lips to your shoulder, soft. "you wanna talk about it?"

"no," you say, quick. and then, "maybe? i don't know." you twist around in his arms, facing him now. his hand comes up to sweep across your cheekbone. "i think i just miss you."

he looks surprised. his eyes widen a little, whites catching the moon's beams in the dark as his brows lift up, up.

"do i seem like i'm being distant?" he asks. and there it is– the attentiveness. he's constantly trying to be the best he can be for you. asks you what he can do better all the time, and never stops trying to learn more about you no matter how much time passes.

"no, you're perfect as usual," you sigh, and when he opens his mouth to disagree, you rush out your words to cut him off. "i just– you're leaving for tour soon. seems like you just got home. i guess 'm just gonna miss sleeping next to you."

his eyes go soft, brown irises deep and warm as his mouth twists into a small smile. "baby," he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead, chin, nose. "baby, baby," he rolls you over so that you're on your back, his elbows boxing you in as he leans over you. "we've still got a few more days together, and i'm gonna call you all the time when i'm gone. you're gonna be so annoyed."

"no," you pout, gently punching his shoulder. "you could never annoy me."

he tucks his nose into your neck, lips trailing up the column of your throat as he breathes you in, chest expanding. you rest your hands on his shoulders, before sliding your palms down to the small of his back. he's big and strong and toned, but he's lean, too, and sometimes he feels so small against you.

"i could...try and tire you out?" he murmurs against the shell of your ear. his hot breath against your skin makes you shiver, and you involuntarily tug him closer. his hips press against yours.

"and how would you do that?" you ask, intrigued. the other boys are home, but they're all asleep most likely, and you and taehyun know how to keep quiet. most of the time.

"well," he leaves a chaste kiss to the center of your lips, his cheeks a little flushed. "if you can't sleep, how about we kiss?"

things always start so innocently with him. it's not that he's innocent– he's proven to you a million and one ways (and in about six different positions) over the last year that he isn't. but he's so delicate in the way that he goes about it; he still blushes bright pink when you take your clothes off for him, and your kisses get him hard in a matter of moments. he is easy to please simply because he loves you, and you find his adoration so charming.

"i couldn't say no to you, even if i wanted to," you tell him, and there's a flash of a smile on his face, mouth slightly upturned, before you're tugging him down for a real kiss.

from here, it's almost too easy.

he is sweet in the way that he opens up for you the moment you twine your fingers in his hair. his body curls towards you like a flower seeking out the sun, chest pressed to yours, elbows shaking as he holds himself up. his lips are soft, plush against your own, and he's content to let you take the lead but will try and steal it back from you if you're not careful. your fingers tug soft at his hair, smoothing their way down his scalp, and he exhales through his nose.

when his lips part for you, mouth opening as it slots with yours, he tastes and smells of mint toothpaste. you go slow with him, always slow, tongue sweeping across his bottom lip before carefully sliding into his mouth. he presses back against you, wet and wanton, tiny whine bubbling in his throat as you lick across his teeth. he falls apart in moments, seconds when it comes to you, and his eagerness is so, so hot.

you gently push at his shoulder, and he reluctantly pulls away from you to fall onto his back. you climb into his lap, legs spread as you get settled, and god, god he's already hard against you, leaking through his boxers. though you've hardly even started making out yet, you know how the night is going to end; neither of you can help yourselves around each other, and he's all smooth, lean arms peeking through a white muscle tank, and gray briefs stained dark with precome.

you kiss down his jaw, tongue lapping at the sensitive curve of his ear before your teeth gently tug at his lobe. he's breathing hard now– you're well aware of how much he likes to be kissed here, and his breathy little whimpers paint the air fiery red.

your hands shuck his shirt up, revealing his toned tummy. his abs twitch beneath your touch, and you lean back to really take him in. he's tanned recently, pretty and golden, and you curl your fingers as you rake your nails down his skin just to see the pink marks they leave behind.

"oh," he breathes, hips bucking beneath you of their own volition, nearly throwing you off balance. "what are you-" you roll your hips down against his cock, and his head falls back, hair splayed across his pillow like a halo. "fuck– 'm supposed to be tiring you out, not the other way around."

"you'll have plenty of time to tire me out when you're fucking me," you say, shrugging easily.

he positively moans at that, and you feel his cock twitch against you as he squeezes his eyes shut tight.

"you can't just say stuff like that," he complains, though there's no real malice in it. "you have no idea what you're doing to me."

"you sure?" you tease, fingertips trailing over the head of his cock through his boxers. he exhales sharply. "god, hyunnie, i don't– how are you so hard already?"

"it's you," he says fast. his hands come up to rest on your waist, fingertips sliding beneath your t-shirt. "'s always you. something about you just...i can't help it. i always want you so bad."

you smile a little, cheeks warm. you push his shirt up further, nipples hardening the moment they're exposed to the cool air, and you watch as his mouth falls open as your thumb sweeps across one of them. he's so sensitive to touch, whether it be a fleeting kiss or his cock sliding into you– he always reacts strongly. you bend forward, taking one of the little nubs between your teeth as your fingers pinch at the other. his hips jerk, tummy tensing beneath you as he whines, high-pitched and needy.

after a moment, he slides a hand through your hair, gently pulling you off. you leave a trail of saliva behind, and he catches it with his thumb.

"want you now, please," he says, polite and sweet and quiet. your heart flutters in your chest. "it's been so long since i- since we, i mean-"

"since you were inside of me?" you finish for him, cocking your head to the side. he nods, once, tips of his ears burning red, and you know he's right. between preparations for the japanese leg of their current tour and general livestreams, school, and dance practices, he's been busier than you've ever seen him. the most you've done in weeks is some frottage here, and some oral there. you like getting on your knees for him just before he passes out from exhaustion, but you've admittedly missed the intimacy of full-blown sex.

"sorry," he says, and you frown, unsure as to what he's even apologizing for. he continues before you're able to ask. "i don't want to push you. i know i'm being needy tonight, i just– you never stop being amazing to me, and i've missed you. truthfully, i'm exhausted, but i really just need to be close to you."

"baby, shh," you cup his face between your hands, squishing his cheeks. "you have nothing to apologize for. i want you too, okay? just as bad."

"really?" he asks, slightly distorted as you squeeze his cheeks a little harder.

you grin, leaning down to kiss him. "really."

he is quiet for a moment, just looking at you, and your hands fall away from his face. his brown eyes shine, lips curled into a smile, and he finally says, "just wanna be close to you tonight."

"alright," you nod. you climb off of his lap, lying on your back. with your fist curled in his t-shirt, you tug him on top of you once more. "so be close to me, then. take what you need."

his face cools into something blank, eyes dark, and he murmurs lowly, "darling, you don't mean that."

you swallow, steeling yourself. "i do. i want– i just want to give you everything, hyunnie. so...take what you need."

he is swift when he wants something, fingers working fast against the tie of your pajama pants. they're tugged down past your knees before you're even able to blink, your underwear going next. the air is so cold, goosebumps breaking out across your thighs, but his hands are there, on you, so warm as they smooth over your skin. he fumbles around haphazardly in his bedside drawer, bottle of lube secured between his fingers. he likes to be extra careful with you, prepared to the fullest, as he always wants to make sure that you're comfortable.

"we've gotta be quiet, okay?" he says, slicking his long fingers up. your eyes go fuzzy as you stare at them. "because of the others."

"i know," you manage to get out, throat suddenly dry. it clicks as you swallow, and his fingers prod against your entrance, careful.

"ready?" he asks, and you nudge him with your knee, urging him on. you wish he'd stop talking, wish he'd fill you up, and he brushes his fingers against your slick opening without actually pushing them inside. "i asked you a question, sweetheart."

"yeah," you nod fast, a tad breathless. your heart feels like it's going to explode. "'m ready, please, just– hurry, hyunnie."

and, well. he's always been a sucker for a little bit of begging. you know it as well as he does, and it works like a charm. he slides two fingers into you right away, curling up, up, pushing deep as he scissors you open. your back arches, spine bowing as you gasp, loud, and he uses his free hand to pin your hips to the mattress.

"lie still," he tsks, shaking his head.

he slowly pulls his fingers out of you almost all the way before shoving them back in, fast. he spreads them as he works, making sure to stretch you properly, and when he adds a third, you shove your knuckles between your teeth to muffle the noises that you're making.

"god," he sighs, dreamy and low, "you're so tight. it's been too long. wanna be inside you now."

he's never usually impatient; likes to take his time with you despite how much he whines and whimpers, but you see the way his cock twitches beneath his boxers each time you squeeze around his fingers, and you're aching to be filled just as much as he's yearning to fill you. you reach out, fingers curling at his waistband, tugging his boxers down just enough to let his cock spring free. you don't have the patience to wrestle them off of him, and it seems that he doesn't either. he slides his fingers out of you, wiping them on the bedsheets, and just as quick, he's lining the head of his cock up with your entrance.

"i really wanted to go slow with you," he whispers, airy, "but i don't have the patience tonight. hope that's okay with you."

you chuckle, chest filling with warmth as you card your fingers through his hair. he is so pretty, so kind, and you're so deeply in love with him that it almost hurts.

"so long as you're inside of me, like, now," you say, "i don't mind that you don't go slow."

he wastes no more time, one hand holding himself up with the other curled around his cock. he guides himself into you, and you hold your breath as he slides in, nice and slick, until you feel him in your tummy. he bottoms out at a gradual pace, careful not to hurt you, and you reach down to prod at your abdomen, pressing at the head of his cock through your belly.

"shit, don't," he snatches your wrist, pinning your hand to the bed. "i'll come," he says, strained.

"so fast?" you say through a smile, only teasing him. he fixes you with a glare, but it's mostly harmless. "baby can't control himself when he's inside of me, huh?"

you've never seen his face get so red in all the time you've known him. he slaps a hand over your mouth, brows furrowed, and drills into you deep enough that you go sliding up the bed with a moan.

"stop talking," he utters, voice pitched. "you're so– 'm gonna make you shut up. just keep still and let me fuck you, okay?"

you don't even have the chance to think of something smart to say. the moment he pulls his hand away from your mouth, his cock drags nearly all the way out of you before he jerks forward, fucking into you hard. the rhythm he sets is smooth, relentless, and his knees dig into the mattress as he grabs hold of your hip, fucking in, out, in, out; consistent and quick and sharp. he never falters, never stops, perfection seeping into everything that he does. he is a try-hard except he doesn't even really try, and he knows exactly how to angle his cock to send you reeling each and every time.

you'd told him to take what he needed, had been earnest about it, and he seems to be forgoing inhibitions and actually doing it. he doesn't stop to voice his worries about hurting you as he so often does when the two of you do this, maybe partially because he knows he isn't, but also because you'd told him to take, and he's listening. he fucks into you fast, hips jerking, cock twitching as he fills you up, and he's making these heady little whimpers, whining high in the back of his throat. you can't get enough of them. he hardly stops to catch a breath, solely focused on the way that his cock slides into you and seems to fit so right.

"i like you like this," you tell him, hardly able to speak as your stomach curls with pleasure, but you just have to tell him. he needs to know. "love seeing you be a little bit selfish. i want you to feel good, hyunnie. want you to take and take until your satisfied, okay?"

he nods fast, jerky, hair flopping against his forehead. he's beyond words now; you know it simply by looking at him, all creased brows, mouth falling open as he moans. you're not going to last long at this pace; have never been one to come from his cock alone, but tonight is going to be different. your tummy twists with each thrust, and you peek down to watch as your stomach positively bulges with his cock.

you pull him down for a kiss, all teeth and tongue, his canines sharp as you lap at them. he shudders against you, biting at your bottom lip as his rhythm falters just a bit, just for a second. he thrusts into you once, twice, three times in quick succession, crying out into your mouth each and every time. your body jerks with his movements, limp against the mattress, fingernails digging into the sheets.

"tell me," you breathe, half delirious, nipping at taehyun's throat. "come on, baby. you have to– need you to tell me."

he doesn't ask what you're talking about. just takes one look at you, and he knows.

"i love you," he manages to get out, hardly above a whisper. he sounds broken, fucked, and you bite down hard at the base of his neck, teeth pinching and sharp. "god, fuck, i love you. you drive me crazy."

"me too," you tell him. you pull him back by his hair so that you can meet his gaze. his eyes are big and wild. "love you, too. 'm gonna miss you."

"no," he shakes his head, and his hips buck forward pathetically, cock twitching inside of you. "you're not allowed. 'm not gonna give you the chance to miss me. i'm gonna fill you up with my come, gonna bruise your pretty hips so that you'll always be thinking of me."

"christ," you breathe, stuttered.

taehyun is precise in the way that he drills into you again, again, again, tenacious and unrelenting. his hips meet yours hard, and he holds you in place so that you're unable to squirm away. there will certainly be bruises; the kinds of marks you'll press your fingertips to when he's gone, dildo buried up to the hilt as you think about him. he uses one hand to grab your wrist, twining your fingers together, and when he presses the back of your hand into the mattress, you let him use you as leverage to fuck into you faster.

in an impressive show of strength (a little bit show-offey if you do say so yourself), he uses his other arm to sweep under the small of your back, lifting you so that your hips are floating slightly above the mattress. the angle sends him impossibly deep faster than you're able to keep up with, and his cock pierces into you once, twice, before your back bows, and you're coming all over his length, and the sheets.

he's so good about it, slowing down while you ride it out so as not to overstimulate you. you can't seem to stop, shockwaves of pleasure burning bright in your stomach, all the way down to your toes as you come and come.

"you can keep going," you tell him, not fully recovered yet, words shaky around the edges.

he doesn't ask you if you're sure; is far too gone for that. he pushes your knees to your chest, the stretch uncomfortable but bearable as his cock works into your hole fast. his hips have lost their rhythm enough so that you're able to tell that he's close, and you want to get him there. want him to fill you up so much so that his come spills out of you the moment his cock isn't pushing it in anymore.

your teeth work at his ear, jaw, his neck– wherever you can reach. you're careful not to leave marks, but you know he likes a little bit of pain. you bite when you can get away with it, relishing in the way the sting makes his cock twitch, weeping precome inside of you.

it's a tug to his hair the same moment you nip at his ear that really does him in. you see the moment it happens, plateau reached. his mouth goes slack, popped open enough to reveal a cherry red tongue, little incisors on show. his stomach tenses, flexing, and he trembles against you as his cock slides into you so fucking smooth, so easy.

"oh," he whimpers, and then, "oh, i can't– baby, i'm-"

he doesn't need to finish his sentence. you know he's close as his cock seems to swell impossibly further inside of you. he drops to his elbows, nose nudging your temple as his hips buck frantically, desperate.

"baby," he whimpers into your ear, broken, "baby, baby, oh-"

he comes with a moan so loud your eyes go wide. you scramble to slap your hand over his mouth, but that doesn't deter him. he cries out, high and shaky, cock jerking as he pumps into you a handful of times, filling you up. you feel it each time it spurts from his length, hot and thick, painting your insides. he rocks into you all of the way, hips flushed to your ass, before he drops. he's careful not to put all of his weight on you, but he's clearly tired, and the little whimpers he makes as his spent cock spreads his come around inside of you have you flushing down to your chest.

you could fall asleep like this, you think, him pressed to your chest like a weighted blanket. you feel sticky and sweaty but full, and the thought of him pulling out of you is even less appealing than him going on tour.

he must feel the same way because he nuzzles into you, sleepy and yawning, eyelashes tickling your neck. his arms curl around your waist, your hands sweeping through his messy hair, and his little breaths puff hot against your throat not even a full minute later.

and if you wake up in the morning feeling fully-rested to a group text from the other members, all complaining about the noise, well. taehyun's sheepish smile and pretty eyes are enough to stave off the embarrassment.

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an: not betad as usual. my first taehyun fic! yay :D

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[livingproofoftbd]

brandy

rated m | 31.8k words | single chapter

tags: mpreg, unplanned pregnancy, tooth rotting fluff, confessions, friends with benefits, friends to lovers, non explicit sex

like all stupid mistakes, it starts with a bottle of alcohol. specifically, a good bottle of brandy.

or, dream and george have a baby

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huge thanks to @dwtdog and @oz-anonymous for beta reading ily guys <33

also thanks to @uftopia for the ideas when i sent you an anon like a month and a half ago lol (i used most of them)

#heyyy so ive been writing this for like well over a month the mpreg demons got to me #i hope you guys like it!!! #m.fic #dtblr #dwt #dnf #gnf #dwtblr #404blr #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #mpreg #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #gnfblr #dreamblr #dnfblr #dnf fic #dnf mpreg #dnf baby #gregnant

[cowboycostume]

he's taking math and social studies today. finally. finally he's managed to find the time and the money and the goddamn space to finish this fucking test. the last scores had sat in his PO box in Chicago for four months before he'd been able to pick them up. four months before he could convince John to head back north, all the while dodging questions about whether he had some girl in Illinois he was itching to see again.

standing outside the community college at 6 am, the thick manilla envelopes with his other two scores clutched in one hand, Dean lights a cigarette. he's the first one here (the tests start at eight, but the first time he tried to take one he'd gotten there five minutes before start and gotten stuck in a broken chair in the back of the room. wrecked his focus and his score was abysmally low. waste of money and time - he'd had to retake it)

dean sits on the curb, watching the smoke blend seamlessly into the morning fog, assimilating into the grey dawn light like it had never been there in the first place.

at six fifteen, a maroon Buick that's seen many better days pulls into the parking lot. he watches as the driver climbs out of the car, she's got a large coffee in one hand and her own set of manilla envelopes in the other, a handbag the size of a small dog hangs from the crook of her elbow. he watches as she stuffs the envelopes into the bag before calling out to let her know the doors are still locked. she might as well wait in her car.

she doesn't. instead she takes a seat next to him, bums a smoke. her name is Sasha. they pass the time with the normal bullshit small talk between strangers over cigarettes - where they're from, which test they're taking, how young they dropped out. he gives her the brusque and abridged story about dropping out to care for his younger brother, she says something about getting kicked out at sixteen with pain in her voice.

they lapse back in to silence. the bank sign across the street says it's six thirty and fifty-seven degrees out. the bus he'd gotten off of half an hour ago pulls back up, this time heading in the opposite direction. he debates, for a single second, running back across the street to catch it, giving up on this stupid fucking test

then he thinks of Sam. of his little brother all alone, studying his ass off in California, thinks that maybe this piece of paper will make Dean brave enough to go out and see him. maybe if Sam finds out about the GED, he'll be proud.

the proctor shows up as the bus pulls away, as Dean's resolve hardens. he's a portly, balding man. he unlocks the building, says they can come inside, but they'll have to wait in the lobby until seven.

Sasha goes in.

Dean debates lighting another one but follows her anyway. no point in wasting the pack. not when they're still waiting for the next batch of dummy cards to show up. not when he spent the last of his cash at the western union for the money order to take this test. if he passes, when he passes, he'll buy himself a drink at one of those bars he doesn't admit going to. maybe treat himself to something fruity and sweet, something blended with ice or blue curacao, something that doesn't burn as it goes down. maybe if he doesn't choke on the test he'll actually take someone home.

#m.fic #spn fic #creativecaviar #rambleoncas #smoker dean truthing #anyway blame phin for this love and light

[vampirephlebotomy]

I Bite At The Hand That Feeds Me, Slap At The Face That Eats Me [flesh au, Seccolata + Horror]

Summary: Cioccolata made the beast that's hiding in his basement, he made the amalgamation that turns over himself and practically boils in excitement when he sees him. It's a good thing he feels the same way.

This fic can be found here!

#flesh au #seccolata #secco jjba #cioccolata jjba #jjba part 5 #cioccolata jojo #secco jojo #m.fic updates

[nogitzune]

for VOID MONTH | NOGITSUNE 2/? | Hot and Heavy @writingsbychlo

Feather light fingers trace up Stiles’s arm, slow and distracting, dragging his attention from where Scott is talking. Stiles huffs at the sensation, and it turns into a scrape of nails at the nape of his neck in retaliation. He readjusts his shoulders at it, swallowing the whine that wants to burst from his mouth. He clears his throat as the fingertips disappear, getting caught in his throat as hands grip and dig into his hips.

A quick glance confirms that no one is there.

[read the rest on ao3]

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #nogitsune #nogitjune #voiles #meatball #m.fic #s1

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jealous hueningkai /

rating: explicit

an: was gonna turn this into a fic but i think it's best like this! thank u @hyukalovie for putting this idea into my brain <3 gender neutral reader to the best of my ability

kai doesn't get jealous often, and as his partner, you're appreciative of that. he is kind, always trying to be respectful of your feelings, and your space.

besides, he's away often (his career comes first and foremost), and he's grateful for how supportive you are of him despite his busy schedule. he tries to give you the same energy in return.

but there are moments in time; brief, flittering things, when his stomach twists unpleasantly as you giggle at a text on your phone, or fall into beomgyu's side-hugs a little too easily.

they're not much, not big enough to even make a fuss over, but they're there, stewing.

so when he wakes up one morning after the two of you spent the previous night cuddling in his bed, kissing lazily, touching, only to hear beomgyu say that you left in a hurry, he frowns. his eye twitches, barely. slightly. you aren't supposed to have any plans today– you'd told him so against his throat last night, quiet like a promise.

he texts you a question; where are u?

your answer, having lunch with an old friend! <img. attached> does not soothe him the way he anticipated it would, because he recognizes the person leaning into you, beaming at the camera. an ex– from your high school, maybe. but an ex nonetheless.

he leaves you on read. showers, brushes his teeth. he stares into the bathroom mirror, brows pinched, and sighs at himself. he's not like this, is not a jealous person, but you're having lunch with your ex, who is just as attractive as kai physically. he's not a jealous person, but you're wearing that shirt he likes you in, the one that makes your waist look good, and the necklace he bought you for your birthday last year. he's not a jealous person, but his stomach swoops and his throat tightens, and he unlocks his phone to send you a text; come over when u can.

you respond with a frowny face, and then, no emoticons...are u okay?

he doesn't reply to that, either, instead going to sit on the couch, futile attempts to beat beomgyu at video games just pissing him off more. his head isn't in the game, and beomgyu takes one look at him after his third loss in a row and declares, "alright, everyone round up, we're going out to lunch! except you," he nudges kai with his shoulder, "because you clearly need time alone."

when the dorm is empty, quiet dredging into his bones, kai starts to get antsy. there's been no word from you, no indication that you'll be arriving soon. he can't text you again; that'd make him look desperate. he has to be patient.

he starts pacing the room, unable to keep still.

what if you're linking up with this ex because you missed them? what if they missed you, or worse, still have feelings for you? if they confessed, would you go back to them? would you consider it?

he worries his bottom lip so hard it starts to bleed, so lost in his thoughts that he almost doesn't notice the front door knob turning.

when you step through the door, he freezes. you've got a little smile on your face, cheeks pleasantly flushed from summer's heat. you kick your shoes off, barely looking at him as you tap away on your phone, and–

he reaches you in one, two, three strides. you startle, phone clattering to the floor, and he uses your surprise to back you up against the door, boxing you in.

"kai?" you ask, soft. worried. "are you alright? you seemed...upset in the texts."

he mulls over what he wants to say. he doesn't know how to put his feelings into words, isn't able to properly express the jealousy and possession brewing in his stomach.

so, he grabs your chin gently between his fingers, tilting your head back so that you're forced to look up at him.

"you went out with your ex and didn't tell me," he says, careful, calculated. probably colder than what you're used to, but he's trying not to let his emotions rule him, and this is the best he can do.

"i put it in your calendar weeks ago," you say quietly, pouting. "i forgot it was today until i got a text this morning. i didn't want to wake you."

the revelation cools his skin a little as he realizes you weren't intentionally keeping anything from him, but the urge to be closer, to make you realize that you're his is still there, burning bright and hot at the tips of his fingers.

"mine," he murmurs, quiet, eyes falling shut. when he looks at you again, you're frowning, brows pinched. "you're mine," he repeats, louder this time, firmer.

you still beneath him, lids fluttering. "oh," you breathe, "you're jealous–"

he kisses you before you can finish your sentence, mouth mashed to yours, teeth clanking. you gasp against him and he swallows it up quickly, tongue slipping past your lips. you're struggling to keep up, taken aback by his urgency. he knows that this is probably a lot to deal with, knows that he usually isn't like this.

he pulls back to look at you, panting from the kiss, and asks, "are you okay?"

you nod, once, jerky. "yeah, just– are you mad at me? i don't-"

"not mad," he shakes his head. his fingers twitch, thumb and pointer holding your chin. he wants to hold you close, touch you the way that only he's allowed to, take you–

he says, "i need you, right now. is that alright?" he's always going to ask first, always going to make sure you're on board.

your pupils grow large, swallowing up your irises, and you nod. whisper a dry, "yes." and that's all the permission he needs.

he dives in, mouthing at your neck, teeth finding your skin. he bites too hard, laps and licks to make up for it, fingers curling round your hips all the while.

he's hard against your stomach, pressing close, closer, and he makes quick work of your clothes, leaving you bare in front of him. his cheeks are warm, burning red at the sight of you, and he smooths the tips of his fingers over your chest, down to your tummy.

he kicks off his sweatpants, hoodie following. when he's in his boxers, cock straining against the material, you instinctively reach down to palm at him, but he's quick to snatch your wrist, pinning it to the wall.

"you just stand here and look pretty," he tells you, low. "i'm gonna do all the work, gonna make sure you know you're mine, okay?"

you're breathless, chest rising and falling fast as you nod. he smiles, soft, a little bit wicked, and hikes one of your legs up to his hip, holding it in place.

with his free hand, he twists at one of your nipples until it's stiff and puffy and flushed. you writhe against him, hips canting forward. he knows what you're asking for silently. he wants it as well.

"open," he orders, fingers prodding at your lower lip. you let your mouth fall open, and he swoops three inside immediately, long and lithe, pressing down against your tongue in a way that nearly makes you gag around him.

when he's pleased, cheeks ruddy, he slides his fingers free, moving to press them against your opening. he considers sliding in all three in one go; knows you could take it, but he's not that cruel. he starts with two, sliding into you easily, twisting as they press against your walls.

making you feel good is at the back of his mind. he wants to please you, but more than anything, he needs to be inside of you. needs to feel the point where the two of you connect.

he makes quick work of stretching you open, adding a third finger after a couple of minutes. you writhe against his hand, subtly pushing down to get more of him, clenching around his fingers when he scissors them just so.

his own cock is hard, leaking precome through his boxers and making your stomach sticky, and it's when your fingers slide through his hair as you mutter a heady, "please," that he snaps. can't take it anymore.

he doesn't bother kicking his boxers off all the way; doesn't have the patience. he reaches down, freeing his cock, and holds tight to your thigh to keep you in place as he lines himself up to your entrance.

the stretching was hasty at best, and he's bigger than average, maybe– he doesn't know, but you always seem to struggle to adjust. this time is no different. he pushes in past the initial tightness, head of his cock velvety smooth against your insides. he doesn't stop there– keeps going, going, until he's bottomed out and his chest heaves as he tries to calm himself down.

your eyes are pinched shut tight, clinging to his shoulders, fingernails leaving crescents into his skin. he doesn't ask if he can move because he knows you're still adjusting, knows it takes some time, but you give a little nod and say, "move, kai," and he stops thinking. doesn't ask questions anymore.

he thrusts once, shallow. testing the waters. when you don't ask him to stop, he pulls out halfway, pushing back in deep. a sound works its way up your throat, small and wanton, and so he pulls out all the way, only the head of his cock left inside of you, and pushes in hard. fast.

you gasp, jerking up the wall at the force of his movements. you clench around him, so tight and hot.

he can't control himself anymore.

he grabs your other leg, hoisting you up so that your feet dangle, back pressed against the wall. with you as leverage, he thrusts into you as fast as he can manage, cock dragging thick and heavy along your insides.

he grunts, lost in the feeling, sweat beading at the back of his neck. he's so deep, goes so far, head of his cock bulging your belly when he angles himself just right. you just take it, letting him use you, and he buries his face in your neck, a string of curses falling past his lips.

by his feet lie the shirt you wore to lunch with your ex, the one he likes you in so much, the one he tells you you look good in all the time. his stomach knots up, throat tight, and he bites down hard on the curve of your throat, leaving teeth marks behind as he fucks into you.

"mine," he says, rough. he clears his throat, looking up at you. "you're mine," he repeats. his hips kick, cock drilling into you as hard as he can manage, and he knows the both of you will be bruised come the morning. "you can– fuck, you can go out to lunch with whoever, but you always come home to me." you moan, nodding fast, and his cock twitches inside of you. "you only let me fuck you like this, okay? only me."

"only you," you agree. your hands slide up, slinking into his hair, and you pull at it. you know the pain gets him going, and the more you tug at it, the harder his thrusts get.

his fingers hold tight to your thighs, keeping you in place. he moans, loud and clear and high against your neck, your shoulder, your cheek as he pushes in, in, in.

"you're gonna let me come first," he tells you, no room for argument in his voice. "you're gonna let me fill you up until my come is dripping down your thighs, and only then are you allowed to finish. do you understand?"

you nod, head thrown back as you lose yourself in the steady rhythm of his hips, but he wants an answer; wants your voice. with his hands full of your thighs, he can't very well use them, so instead, he rams his cock in, hard, as deep as he can get it, hips rolling.

you cry out at the sensation, too full, fingers scraping at his scalp.

"answer me," he tries again. "i said, do you understand?"

"i understand," you rush out, breathy and quiet. "please, kai, keep going. need you, need your cock–"

he groans, head falling forward, cock jerking inside of you. his arms are hurting, legs cramping, so he gently lets you down, sliding all the way out of you. the sudden cold enveloping his cock is torture, and he's quick to gently urge you to the floor, back pressing into the hardwood as he hovers over you, arms boxing you in on either side.

he slides back in easily, your heat accommodating his size perfectly now.

like this, he's able to dig his knees into the floor and push into you just the way he likes, hard enough that you slide along the floor. he holds to your hip with one hand to keep you in place, cock thrusting in, out, in, out, faster, harder, deeper until he feels like all he knows is your hole, the way it holds tight to his cock, and the tight heat within you.

"'m close," he tells you. you nod, eyes blurry with tears from the overwhelming pleasure, and you keep clenching around him more and more, ever tighter. he fixes you a warning look. "you aren't allowed to come until i finish. don't even think about-"

"i'm just so close," you tell him, voice raw. wrecked from moaning. "kai, i can't–"

he tsks, head tilting to the side once. his thrusts slow. "if you can't listen, then you don't deserve to be fucked, do you?"

he pulls out swiftly, cock falling free, and you cry out, tears spilling down your cheeks.

"kai, no," you sniffle. "come back, i can-"

he shakes his head, left hand coming to cover your mouth, silencing you.

"getting fucked is a reward, love," he says. "i told you not to come until i did, but you were having trouble controlling yourself. so, we'll do this the old fashioned way."

you want to ask what he means, but his hand is still clamped over your mouth tight. he moves up to his knees, and takes his cock in his right hand, fucking into the ring of his fingers.

you're left to watch, unable to take your eyes off of him, unable to speak as he pleasures himself. his hand twists, palm catching the crown, thumb digging into the slit on every upstroke. he moves his fist fast, so much so that the movement blurs.

"close," he tells you, voice strained and rough and low. you whine, hips canting up towards him, and he moves to press one of his knees atop your thigh, pinning you down. he fixes you with a glare, half-hearted, and says, "don't move. 'm gonna come on your pretty tummy, okay?"

his hips rock forward, cock pushing up into his hand as his movements speed up, becoming more erratic. his stomach flexes, twitching, and precome spills down his fingers sticky and clear.

"fuck," he whispers, sharp. his cock twitches within the circle of his hand, and he thumbs at the head, the slit, pressure tightening as his stomach twists with pleasure. "fuck, i-"

all the air whooshes from his lungs in a second, and he's breathless, silent as he comes ropes of white, shooting from his cock and landing haphazardly on your belly, your chest, your thighs. he works himself through it fast, and then slows once the feeling is too much. he comes more than either of you previously thought was possible. leaves white dripping down your sides, and pooling in your bellybutton.

once he's finished, breathing ragged as he sucks in air through his mouth, he wastes no time in swiping three fingers through the mess of come on your stomach, and pushing them back inside of you.

your back arches, a sob falling from your mouth as you're left to do nothing but take what he has to give. his pace is brutal, more so than it was with his cock, and though his fingers aren't quite as thick or long, he knows exactly how to twist and curl them to have you falling apart around him.

he moves down, mouth finding you, tongue lapping at your entrance as his fingers slide in, out. he puts himself to work, taking you in his mouth, tonguing at your sex until your caught between riding down on his fingers and pushing up into his mouth.

he lets you use him, lets you tangle your hands in his hair and turn his head this way and that, whichever way you like. his fingers never cease; rhythm impeccable even as he's multi-tasking, and you thank your lucky stars for his musical talent.

it's when he slides his pinky in alongside his other fingers, the stretch raw and sharp, that you feel your orgasm sneak up on you as if it were waiting in the shadows for the right moment to strike.

he hums against you, tongue still working tenfold, giving you vague permission to finish.

you gasp, sharp, holding his head in place as your hips roll up, up, into his mouth. your thighs twitch, stomach flexing, and you come hard, come so much that your eyes white out and fuzz over. he merely takes it, lapping at you, swallowing everything you have to offer without so much as batting an eye.

when you're finished, sensitive and spent, he keeps going, fingers flexing inside of you, mouth sucking at your pleasure. you whine, nudging him with your thigh, and he moves back to give you some space, fingers sliding out of you.

he looks down at you, back pressed to the floor, chest heaving as you catch your breath. you're covered in his come, backs of your thighs and your ass already bruising from his thrusts into you, his hipbones sharp against your skin. you are messy and sticky and beautiful, and he feels his heart swell in his chest. feels his throat tighten, just a little.

"let me clean you up," he whispers, so soft you almost miss it. you grab hold of his wrist before he can leave, a question in your eyes. "i'm not mad that you went out to lunch with your ex. you're allowed to be friends with whoever you want, i just– i got jealous. wanted to make sure you remembered that i love you, and that what we have is special."

"well, i'll have these bruises for the next week or so to remind me. after that," you tease, low, "i might forget."

kai grins, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple.

"well," he says, soft. smiling. "i'll just have to make sure they never fade, then."

and that's more than okay with the both of you.

an: not betad as usual! /

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gamer hueningkai /

rating: explicit

an: gender neutral reader to the best of my ability as usual, blowjobs, kai’s a little rough but it’s consensual 

kai doesn’t like to call himself a gamer

you think this is particularly funny because when he’s not doing idol things, school work, or spending time with you, he’s, well, gaming

he might not be a gamer in the traditional sense; he doesn’t stream on twitch, and shooters just aren’t really his thing

but when he’s really into something, whether it be a mobile game that he can play on the go, or a story-driven rpg that takes up way too much space on the boys’ shared playstation 5, he’s so fucking cute it’s almost unbearable

he’s not competitive at all, which just makes it better. it means that he never ends a session in a rage, and hardly ever lets a loss impact his mood

he’s the perfect little gamer boyfriend with all of the perks– a rainbow keyboard, headphones shaped like cat ears, a desk just tall enough for you to fit under– and none of the complications

so, as much as you like actually doing activities with him, you don’t mind sitting across the room on his bed, phone in hand, while he clicks away on his keyboard, one ear peeking out of his headphones just incase you call for him

if you ever want him to stop playing, he will. the game will be shut down in seconds, and he’ll swivel around in his chair, attention fully focused on you

you never ask him to stop, though. not when the alternative is much more entertaining

he doesn’t even flinch when you walk over to him, slow, before dropping to your knees by his side. he merely scoots the chair back a bit to make room for you, and you take the opportunity to crawl under his desk

he’s tall, legs always sort of in the way, but you’ve learned to work around them by now. and this is where he’s good also, where he’s the best boyfriend you could ever ask for; he never expects anything from you

if you yearn to be close, to merely sit with your chin on his knee as he plays his game, then he’s fine with that. he’ll sneak a hand down every now and then to sweep long fingers through your hair, or boop your nose with his thumb

the fact that he’s just so content to be near you however you’ll let him is so– you’ve never had anything like it before. never had someone like him. you find that his kindness makes you more eager to please him

when he’s at the dorm, he’s either wearing sweats or boxers. both are easy access, and you find you don’t prefer one over the other. the boxers are nice because of the space his cock takes up inside of them when he’s totally hard, but the sweatpants are just as mouthwatering, especially when he’s so turned on he begins leaking through them

if you want to get him hard quick, it’s easy enough to do so. mouthing along the fabric just over his clothed cock, or sweeping your thumb along the head has him squirming beneath your touch in no time. he won’t ask; never does, but he doesn’t need to

when he’s hard just from gentle, lingering swipes of your fingers, or hot breaths against his cock, you carefully tug him out of his clothes, fabric scrunching up beneath his length

you always start with your hand, swiping your tongue along your palm to slick it up. the way you twist your wrist on each upstroke has him breathing harder, abdomen flexing, thighs twitching

he is quiet at the start, but it never lasts long. neither does his focus

the moment you brace up, up on your knees, one hand pressed against his thigh for balance as you slowly take his cock between your lips, tongue dipping into the slit to gather precome, to taste. 

he sighs prettily. you hear the occasional click of his keyboard as he attempts to multitask, but then you wrap your hand around the base of his length and slide down as far as your throat allows, and he grunts, both hands in your hair in an instant

they just rest there, at the top of your head, strands sliding through his long fingers. he doesn’t pull; doesn’t push you further than you’re ready to go, or demand anything of you

but when you reach up, tapping his knuckles twice, a silent, “go ahead, i want you to,” he’s quick to appease

his right hand tightens in your hair, hard enough that your scalp stings, while his left gently cups your jaw. he tilts your face to the side as much as he can with his cock still in your mouth, subtly, this way and that. testing the waters

and then, then, he pulls

you gasp, his grip tight enough, and strong enough, to have you sliding all the way off of his cock

he taps the head of his cock against your lips, and your mouth falls open, willing, waiting. he lets out a shuddery breath, and you can’t quite see his face from where you are, but you know his eyes must be closed

his right hand gives a great twist, hair pulled taut between his fingers, and then he pushes you down, down, onto his cock. he doesn’t stop when you sputter, doesn’t let up when you gag. he holds you there for a second, two, three, and then lets you up to collect yourself

you have a system. a pinch to kai’s thigh will let him know that he’s being too rough, that you need a break, but you’ve never needed to do it before. you certainly don’t need to now

he sets a pace, after that

you place your hands on his knees, your own aching from being pressed into the carpet, as kai pulls you up on his cock, head dotted with precome, and then pushes you back down, throat instinctively constricting as you breathe through your nose, and will yourself not to choke

he makes sure that you take him fast, that your head doesn’t move unless he wants it to. he plants his feet on the floor, slides down in his gaming chair just so, and makes tiny, aborted movements with his hips like he just isn’t quite deep enough; like he won’t be satisfied until you’re coughing around him, stuffed full of him

he’s whimpering now, voice high on each exhale, trailing off heavy and breathy towards the end. he’s still got his headphones on, unaware of how loud he’s being, and you love him like this, needy and unabashed

your tongue swirls along the head of his cock each time you’re tugged up, and the slide is easier now, slicked with your spit, so you rub your thumb at the base of his length while you lap at the slit just to feel his hips twitch beneath your touch

his left hand moves from your jaw, down your neck, to your shoulder. he grips you there, fingertips pressing into the bone, just holding on, like he needs you to steady him while you simultaneously pull him apart

his cock jerks in your mouth at the feel of your teeth catching the crown, just there, ever so slight. he likes a little pain with his pleasure, and you know his limits just as well as you know your own

his whimpers have grown into moans now, long, pulled out from back of his throat. they are raw and strained; scratchy each time he thrusts up into your mouth, gaming chair squeaking beneath his movements

his coordination fails him the closer he gets to finishing, until he’s just holding your head in place, hips twisting, rolling up into the tight circle of your mouth, cock sliding along your tongue

he is all breath now, all shaky exhales and gasps and little whispers. tiny litanies of, “so good,” and, “ah, i’m– oh, oh.” he never gets out a full sentence, can’t think long enough to, and you know he’s close the moment his hand tightens on your shoulder enough to bruise, and his thighs flex beneath your palms

he gasps loud in the quiet of the room, pulling you off of his cock long enough to rush out, “i’m– where should i-”

“my mouth,” you tell him, no hesitation. your mouth falls open, and you stick your tongue out, eyes falling shut.

he is quick to slide back into you, cock prodding at the back of your throat, fingers catching in your hair. he shudders once, twice, knees bracketing you in

when he comes, it’s with a groan, back bowed so much so that the chair nearly rolls out from beneath him

his come shoots down your throat, and you sputter, tears pooling in your eyes. but he doesn’t stop, you don’t want him to stop, and you twist your tongue around the head, the crown, dip it right into the slit just to milk out more of him

he fills your mouth, his come hot against your tongue, and you swallow around him. there is spillage; there always is. it rolls down your chin, and onto the carpet

he lets out these exhausted little whines each time he breathes out, and though his hand on your shoulder has fallen away, the one in your hair merely loosens its grip, but stays. he pats your head once, and gently massages your scalp with his fingers

he is slumped back against his chair now, spent, worn, and when you shift so that you can look up at him, his eyes are shut tight, cheeks ruddy red. his bottom lip is swollen and wet and pink, like he’d been chewing on it during the excursion, and there’s a flush running down his neck, along his collarbones, creeping into his shirt. so, so pretty

when he comes to, he rolls back in his chair, and carefully helps you out from beneath the desk. your knees ache, and he tugs you into his lap, kissing the apple of your cheek, and the tip of your nose

“you made me lose my game,” he says, but he doesn’t sound like he minds all that much. his big hand slides along the small of your back, and he smiles, so small you almost miss it. “gotta find a way to make it up to me, don’t you think?”

and so you end up in his gaming chair with him beneath the desk, your legs spread, thighs on either side of his head as he tugs your bottoms down, tossing them out of the way. you knew it’d end up like this– it almost always does.

and you suppose that’s one of the perks of having a gamer boyfriend; he’s always got to even the score 

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"i don't want you to go." / hueningkai

rating: explicit

tags: gender neutral reader to the best of my ability, handjobs, crying (both in the sexy way + not), angst with a happy ending

his suitcase has been packed for weeks now. you see it each time you come over to the dorm, looming in the corner, shrouded in shadows. ominous. it's a prolonged goodbye, and you find your eyes latching onto it every few minutes, unable to look away. a car crash, demanding attention.

kai doesn't seem to notice, or at the very least, is pretending not to. he leaves in five hours. you're counting down the minutes in the back of your mind, this constant, overwhelming dread filling your stomach. you know that he has to go on tour, that this is his job. you know that he'll only be gone for a few months, and that he'll video chat with you whenever he can.

but this– him lying next to you, eyes closed, chest rising and falling softly as your fingers splay across his stomach– this isn't something that you're ready to lose just yet.

he's excited to go on tour. he's been talking nonstop about visiting new york again, and eventually meeting up with his father in chicago. his big eyes go even wider when he chats to you about it, hands waving animatedly, and you always smile and nod, chime in with your own comment occasionally, because you don't want to be the kind of partner who stifles growth, and adventure. you don't want to be clingy, and you certainly don't want to keep kai all to yourself when his talent and charisma is something that the entire world should see.

but you're just– you're not sure if you can do this. it'll only get more complicated from here, and the two of you only manage to see each other once every couple of weeks now as it is. you haven't even met his sisters yet, and you've been dating for nearly a year. you feel like you're on the very outskirts of his life, shuffling along the edge, waiting for a complicated schedule or a rumor to blow you off for good.

and when he kisses you, though it is soft and kind and deep, there is always an inkling of goodbye in it. you sometimes wonder if he'd even miss you if you were gone.

thoughts spiraling, you push yourself up into a sitting position, careful not to wake him. he's a light sleeper these days, and if he looked at you, all warmth and love in the browns of his irises, you might change your mind. might subject yourself to a lifetime of wanting and yearning and not enough, if he asked you to.

you tiptoe out of his bedroom. the other boys are holed up in soobin's room, laughing at whatever they're watching, kind enough to allow you guys your privacy. you think about knocking, about telling them goodbye, but you can't bring yourself to. you shuffle towards the front door, as quiet as you can be, and work your shoes from their place on the shoe rack.

you know this isn't right. you know that this will hurt kai, will make any future relationships he might have difficult. will taint them with trust and abandonment issues. you don't want to be the bad guy, have tried so hard not to be the villain, but you can't look him in the eye and tell him it's over. if you do– if you try to go about it the right way, you'll cave, and this is something you desperately feel that you need to stand your ground on.

you think you're in the clear as your hand wraps around the doorknob. you tug your bottom lip between your teeth, careful not to let any tears fall despite the way your eyes have started stinging. you don't get to cry about this. you're leaving, you're never going to see him again, but you don't– you're doing this. you're making this decision. it'll prevent pain in the future. no sense in prolonging the inevitable.

the knob turns beneath your fingers just as you hear kai's bedroom door creak open, and you could go, could slip out and be half way down the street before he finally caught up with you, but–

but he rushes down the hallway, and stops the moment he sees you. murmurs a quiet, almost inaudible, "please don't go," and you just. you stop, and turn to face him. and your resolve shatters.

"this is too hard," you manage to get out despite the tightness in your throat. your eyes hurt, burning, and you tilt your head back to prevent tears from spilling past your lower lashline. "i can't do this anymore."

"please," he tries again, taking a step forward. there is something wild in his eyes, terror and pain, and he shakes his head in disbelief. "i don't– what did i do? did i..did i something wrong?"

you frown, blinking at him. this isn't right, isn't how you wanted this to go. he's supposed to be mad at you, is supposed to hate you for leaving, for ending things unexpectedly. and instead he's here, standing in front of you in a t-shirt that is slightly too tight, stretched across his broad chest, and superhero pajama pants, asking you what he did wrong. blaming himself.

"it's not you," you say, dabbing at your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt as discretely as you can manage. "it's-"

"don't," he cuts you off, squeezing his eyes shut. his head hangs slightly, hair sweeping past his brows, dark and long and pretty. "that's so– that's such a copout. it's not you, it's me. come on, don't feed me that line."

you sigh, chest constricting. "kai-"

"just be honest with me," he pleads, taking a step forward, desperation bleeding into his words. "tell me what i did wrong; tell me how i can– can fix it, because i'll try, i'll do whatever i have to do-"

"you've been nothing short of perfect," you say. he is standing in front of you now, an arm's length away, so much taller than you, but he looks small in this moment. his hands are curled into fists at his sides, and his eyes are gleaming with tears in a way you've never seen them before. he'd joked, once, that his sisters used to call him heartless because they rarely ever saw him cry. you can't help but think how silly and unfitting a nickname like that is for the boy standing before you now. you tell him, "we hardly see each other, and you're going away for months, and it's just– our future is always going to be like this. it's not enough for me, to see you every couple of weeks, once a month, every four months. it's just not enough."

"you knew," he says, and he sounds mad now which is new, too. he has never been anything but level-headed with you, has never so much as sounded annoyed with you in all the time you've known him, but you suppose that this is what you wanted. what you asked for indirectly. "you knew before we started dating that this was my life. you said you could handle it. i tried to talk you out of it, tried to tell you how hard it would be, but you insisted. and now you're just...running away? because i'm, what, going on tour? that's not fair. this isn't– you can't just give up because it's hard."

"you don't get it," you seethe, hands shaking, and the tears start rolling before you have the chance to stop them. "i always miss you more than you miss me. i sit by my phone constantly, ringer on full volume, waiting for a call, or a text. i watch your stupid little interviews and dance practices just so that i can see you, or hear your voice. it feels like i'm just– like i'm at the back of your mind. like i don't exist to you unless i'm here, standing in front of you, demanding attention. i can't live like that anymore, kai."

"being with me is really that horrible?" he asks, no louder than a whisper, brows furrowed. he's crying now, too, tears spilling down his cheeks, nose dotted pink, but he doesn't seem to even notice.

"it's your lifestyle," you correct, sad. low. "nothing about you is horrible."

it's quiet for a moment. the beat of a butterfly's wings, the thud of your heart in your chest, just once. weak and hardly there at all.

and then kai steps forward until you're nearly touching, a breath between you, and says, "i don't want you to go."

"kai," you sigh, closing your eyes. this close, he makes it hard to breathe. "i can't-"

"i understand that you have to," he cuts you off, hurried. "i know that you need to leave, but can we– i just want the next four hours with you. when i'm gone, when i head to the airport, that's it. that's the...the end of our story, and if that's what you want, i'll accept that. but for the next little while, can i just have you? please?"

you're not sure. staying with him, pretending like everything is fine– it'd just drag out the pain. break your heart even more, maybe twice over. this is already difficult enough, already painful enough, but the moment you walk out of that door you know you're not going to be close to him again like this. that this, right here, is it.

"is it selfish if i ask you to stay?" he asks, low. his hand comes up, slow, and ghosts your face, but he doesn't touch you. not without permission. "i don't want you to go just yet."

it is selfish, you think. but then again, this is the last time that the two of you are going to get to be selfish towards one another. it's stupid; it is objectively a very bad, very narrow-minded idea. but then kai looks down at you, honey-brown eyes clear, full of yearning, and you exhale. find yourself nodding, once. twice.

"i'll stay," you agree, soft. "just until you leave, and then i'm gone after that, okay? i can't– i'm not going to change my mind."

"alright," he tries to smile, but it's weak, the corners of his mouth just barely tilting up. his hand moves closer, thumb so close to the cut of you cheekbone that you feel the warmth radiating off of his skin. "can i touch you?" he asks.

"for the next few hours," you tell him, "you can do whatever you want."

this actually makes him smile, full of light, cheeks flushed. "even kiss you?"

you think about the timeline of your relationship. introductions through mutual friends, texting non-stop. a call here and there, once kai was comfortable, sure you weren't using him for fame. your first date had been a video call, and your second had been at a park at night, kai with his hood up and his sunglasses on despite the dark. the first time he'd kissed you, he was so nervous he looked like he was going to cry, sat on the couch just to your right in the middle of his living area. after that there were movie nights and delivery food and bottles of wine, too many kisses to count, too many dates to keep straight. every evening ended with your hands in his hair, and his lips slotted with yours. like– like the two of you couldn't get enough. insatiable.

if you're only ever going to have the next couple of hours with him, you want to make sure you leave knowing exactly what his kisses taste like.

when you crane up to meet him, the way your lips press together is wholly different than it ever has been. his face is still a little wet, remnants of tears lingering. his hand, gently cupping your cheek, has never been so hesitant– not even when the feel of your body against his was new. he exhales against your mouth, soft and still as he waits for you to make the next move. you don't want to hurt him further; think, maybe doing this will only leave him even more battered and bruised.

but then she shudders against you, one hand shaking by his side while the other cups your jaw, and murmurs a broken, "please," against your mouth, and you cave, easy. effortlessly.

you twine your fingers in his dark hair, long and soft and freshly washed. the moment you've gotten a good grip, strands wrapped round your fingers, you give it a little tug, and he melts into you with a tiny whine in the back of his throat.

he finds the nerve to press his hands to your waist, steadily urging you back until you bump against the wall. you lean against it, and he takes the opportunity to sweep his hand down to your thigh, urging it up, wrapping round his legs. his chest presses to yours, breathing fast, stuttering each time you tug at his hair, kiss him harder, deeper, and he eventually pulls away, hiding in the curve of your neck as he catches his breath.

he's hard against your belly. you're pretending not to notice unless he wants you to, but your cheeks are red, flushed with arousal and embarrassment.

"never wanna stop kissing you," he murmurs, quiet enough that you almost miss it. and then, "you taste so good. like my toothpaste."

guilt hits you like a wave, washing over your head, soaking you to the bone. you'd almost forgotten what this is; a goodbye, a break-up, an ending. something tragic.

"we should stop," you tell him. "this isn't right," he raises his head, eyes peering at you, sad and big and shiny still, and your heart breaks again in your chest. "this is only hurting you more. i don't– kai, i can't. i can't."

"i'm not ready for you to walk away yet," he whispers, fingers toying at the hem of your shirt, innocent. warm, and long. "you promised that you'd-"

"stop," you squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head once. "that was before. before i knew how difficult the relationship would be, before-"

"a promise is a promise," he argues. he's always been the soft type, easy to fold, but he squares his shoulders, standing his ground for this. "i trust you more than anyone, even now. i don't want it to be with anyone else."

you know what he's talking about, naturally. his first time. the two of you have fooled around in the past, heated makeouts leading to frottage. you've seen him finish in his pants more times than you can count, and he's watched your hand slide beneath the blankets to get yourself off with nimble fingers. the urge to touch was always there, but you'd told him that it was important the moment was right. he made you promise that it would be you, that you'd take everything he had to offer, if you wanted that, of course. and you did. you do, but– it doesn't feel right, now. it feels greedy of you, feels selfish, feels wrong.

"i can't," you say again, and he sighs. he's not going to push it further, you know that, but the dejected look on his face makes your stomach twist. he shifts, unintentionally grazing against your lower stomach, and he's still hard, tenting his pants. the moment this is over and you walk away, you're never going to have this again. you sigh. "how about we touch each other? just– we won't go all the way. are you okay with that?"

he nods quickly, no hesitation in his answer, but you study his eyes to be sure. he looks a little eager, a little turned on. he mostly looks sad, and that's– you know it can't be helped, and you know that you're to blame. but he kisses you again, warm and wet with his hand in your hair, and his other up the back of your shirt, and that’s okay. that’s fine, and you’ll– everything else besides his touch will fade to the back of your mind for the next little while. 

desperation bleeds from the tips of his fingers in the way that he holds you, palm pressing to your lower back to keep you close, keep you against him. his mouth works over yours, lips soft, tongue gently sliding in, in, licking at the roof of your mouth, and the backs of your teeth. you want him impossibly closer, want his shirt gone and your hands in his hair, pulling, but you remember where you are. the living area, near the front door. beomgyu’s laugh rings loud through the air from down the hall, and you pull away from kai, breathing hard. 

his eyes are wide, pupils blown as he asks, breathless, “what’s wrong?”

“we can’t do this out here,” you say. “the others could see, or hear.”

“if i take you back to my bed,” he tells you, voice pitched low and smooth, “i’m not letting you leave.”

there’s a promise there, though you’re not sure what it’s in regards to. you know that it’s dangerous, going back to his room. know that once you lie against his mattress, his smell all around you, spice and lemon and warmth, that you’ll bury your face in his pillows, his comforter, and you’ll stay. you’ll watch him as he leaves for tour, and you’ll wait with your breath held until he returns, and you just– you can’t. it’s too painful, it’s too much, and you never realized how hard it’d be, but you just-

he curls fingers around your jaw, smoothing his thumb along your cheek. it swipes against the curve of your bottom lip, soft, and your tongue darts out to meet it, just for a second. you want him so bad, want him now, and if the only way that you can have him is here, by the door, pressed against the wall with your knees shaking, then that’s what you’ll take. 

your fingers find the hem of his shirt, and you pull at it until he gets the hint, arms raising above his head to allow you to tug it off. it ruffles his hair, reveals the flush that spreads down his pretty, pale chest, and you skim your hands along the flat plains of his tummy until he twitches against you, giggling.

“ticklish,” he murmurs, eyes sparkling, and your heart clenches. you’re so in love with him, so enamored, and yet- “you as well,” he urges, nodding towards your own shirt. 

you remove it in a heartbeat, shaking your head to clear your thoughts. you’ve made your decision, you’re going to end the relationship before you lose more of yourself to it, but kai is so– he is beautiful, with a wide smile and big, shiny eyes that reflect in the dark, and he is tall and well-built, toned and strong. he laughs at you when you’ve told the world’s worst joke, and teases you when he’s feeling playful. his arms curl around your waist perfectly as the two of you sleep, his nose nudging against the back of your neck, hot puffs of air on your skin. he is kind, takes care of you when you’re not feeling well both mentally and physically, and buys you your favorite snacks when you’re sad. he knows what you need more often than you do, and he has never, ever shied away from his feelings for you.

sometimes, he is excited about things that aren’t you, or your relationship, and you want to learn to be okay about that. you want to learn to take his enthusiasm for life for what it is, instead of twisting it into something dark and evil and bitter. you want to love him with the kind of energy he deserves, want to love him loudly and wholly, but you don’t know how. you’re hurting him, hurting yourself, and your only solution is to walk away. 

“stop thinking,” he whispers, mouth sliding down to the hollow of your throat. he always seems to know exactly what’s on your mind, can see when your wheels are turning too fast, and now is no different. his tongue pokes out, careful, and tastes the curve of your neck, the space above your collarbones. you know that you need to be quick, that the other boys could come out of the back room at any moment, but you want to freeze time. want to experience this in slow motion. 

“pants,” you say, which is enough to have kai pulling back, working at the string of his bottoms. they’re down in an instant, pooling round his ankles, and he leaves the boxers up, seemingly unsure as to what you want, but you ease his mind with your fingers past the waistband. you shuck them down, quick, and his cock curves hard and pink and dripping against his belly. you’ve seen it before, pictures, but never– not like this, not so close. you stop for a moment, breath caught in your throat, in awe. 

he blushes, deep reds and cotton-candy pinks beneath your gaze, all the way up to the tips of his ears. his weight shifts from one foot to the other, and he clears his throat, embarrassed. 

“you too,” he says, quiet. his fingers pluck at your pants. “so that we’re even.”

you’re not going to argue with him. not when his fingers, long and thin, smooth along your waist, jittering with nerves. you want them on you, in you, and you don’t care how inconvenient it is pushed up against the wall in the still of the living room. if you’re only going to have this once, you want to feel the imprint of his touch deep inside of you, resonating for days after. you want it burned into your mind like a brand. 

“how should we do this?” he asks. he sounds nervous, looks it too, and you open your mouth to ask him if still wants this, but he cuts you off with a quick shake of his head. “‘m okay, i want you. i do, i just– i’ve never done this before. you’ll have to guide me.”

you can do that. you crane up, head tilted back, and kiss him once, careful and smooth, teeth tugging at his bottom lip until he exhales against you. then, you reach down, taking one of his hands in your own. you don’t have time to fall to your knees for him, to taste him, but you’ll take the next best thing. you bring his hand to your mouth, lips parting, and urge him to push his fingers inside. his own mouth has popped open, chest rising and falling too fast, and his pupils have expanded so much that the browns of his eyes are hardly visible.

when his pointer and middle fingers press down against your tongue, so long they prod at the back of your throat, you let your eyes fall shut. a quiet sigh escapes, moan bubbling up in the back of your throat. you swirl your tongue around his fingers, slicking them up, imagining that they’re his cock instead. you’d love to have it warm and leaking against your tongue as he thrusts into your mouth, hand tangled in your hair. would love to have him finish inside of you, so far back that you nearly gag on it. you want to tell him this, want to express how much you want him, but he presses down against your tongue with his fingers, just the slightest pressure to keep you from speaking, and you whine, stomach swooping. 

as his hand falls from your mouth, a string of spit gleaming beneath the moonbeams, he shudders. he shuffles closer to you, cock pressing to both of your bellies, and buries his face in your neck, shy. he’s cute like this, minutely shifting his hips against your stomach for friction, cock twitching as he whimpers. his hands grip tight to you hips, holding on, trying to keep himself steady. you want to touch him. 

“here,” you say, gently taking his wrist, guiding his spit-slick hand to your hole as you curl one of your legs around his thighs. “touch me here, okay? and i’ll– let me make you feel good, too.”

he nods, swallowing, throat bobbing. he looks like he’s a moment away from combusting, face flushed. you’re gentle when you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, the circle of your fingers loose, just barely touching him. he exhales sharp, like he can’t believe this is actually happening. 

then, like waves crashing against shore, breaking to reveal the most blinding kind of clarity, he slides two fingers inside of you all the way up to his knuckle.

you gasp, back arching against the wall. you hadn’t expected him to be so fluid with it, so confident in his touch. he’s nervous still; you can see that in the way that his legs are trembling, but he curls his fingers inside of you, tips brushing your walls, and you moan before you can help it, loud, piercing through the quiet of the room. 

“shh,” he warns you, pulling his fingers almost all the way out before pushing them back in, slow. you twist against him, your hand still barely wrapped around his cock. you can’t think, can hardly breathe. “gotta be quiet or the others will hear.”

and you nod fast and jerky because you know, you know, but he moves like he’s done this a thousand, a million times before, and it’s so hard to keep up. 

it’s those damn piano fingers. you always knew they’d be trouble, and you were right. 

when you’ve got your bearings back, you slide your hand up his cock once, still loose, nice and slow, before tightening it a little on the downstroke. he trembles against you, biting back a moan, stifling it in your neck. you try to match his rhythm, slow at times, deep as he twists his fingers inside of you, and then quick moments later, little thrusts up into your heat like he’s searching for something. 

you learn that he likes it when you thumb at the slit of his cock. that he twitches when you smooth your finger along the crown, or spread precome down the sides. his hips kick forward when you hold him tight, stroking him fast, and his teeth find your neck when you slow down. he breathes hard against your skin, out of breath, hair messy and tickling your cheek. when you twist your wrist as you stroke him quick quick quick, he cries out, tummy flexing, knees nearly giving out. 

“want you to finish first,” he tells you, wrecked, and then gently taps your wrist to get you to release his cock. you hadn’t realized that he was close, but he doesn’t give you time to think about it as he hoists your leg up high with one hand, and pumps his fingers into you deep, deep with the other. 

your head falls back, thumping against the wall, and you can’t even look at him anymore because he’s making your stomach twist too much, making you feel like you’re going to black out. your hips rolls to meet his fingers when you can manage it, but for the most part he holds you still, and you let him drill into you with the kind of focus you’ve never seen on him before. 

he adds a third finger, filling you so well, fingers so thick, and you slap a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans as best you can. he smiles a little, not quite cocky, just relieved, happy, and you try not to let yourself think about that too much. 

“can you come like this?” he asks, and you nod because you struggle to, sometimes, but you know full well that this is not going to be one of those times. you’re close already, belly swimming with butterflies, throat tight. 

“just want you to talk to me,” you plead, and your voice doesn’t sound like your own, broken and raw. 

he jumps right into it, pulling back to look at you. he makes sure to keep a tight grip to your thigh, holding you close. “you like it when i touch you like this?” he asks just as his fingers push in, hard. pleasure sparks at the base of your spine, trilling along your back. you nod, and he tuts, shaking his head. “use your words. wanna hear your pretty voice. tell me that you like it when i touch you like this.”

“i like it,” you say, easy, a no-brainer. he doesn’t seem pleased, though, faux-disappointment in his eyes as he nearly withdraws his fingers all the way. you clench around him, eyes going wide. “no, please– i like it, kai. when you touch me, i...it’s like i forget how to speak. ‘s hard to think.”

this placates him, and he drills his fingers into you at a consistent pace, fast enough that your thighs start trembling, nails digging into his biceps for something to hold on to. you glance down at his cock, still hard, still leaking, and you wish that it were inside of you. wish that it were stretching you open; that you could feel it in your belly, so deep. 

“wish you’d come in me,” you blurt out,” and he freezes, eyes going wide. he looks like he’s unsure if he heard you correctly, opens his mouth to ask, but you cut him off. “want you to fill me up. god, i– wanna feel your come leaking down my thighs.”

he squeezes his eyes shut tight, a shudder shaking his shoulders. he doesn’t move for a moment, breathing slow and deep to collect himself. 

“you can’t just say things like that,” he chastises, but he doesn’t actually sound upset. “you have no idea what you do to me.”

“show me, then,” you say, reaching down to wrap your hand around his thick cock, stroking it in time with his fingers moving inside of you. 

“you first,” he whimpers, but you shake your head.

“together,” you tell him.

you don’t give him the chance to argue as you stroke him, tight and slick and fast. his hips move, thrusting up into the tight circle of your fingers, and his own slow inside of you, losing their rhythm just a little. you don’t mind, don’t care, because seeing him like this more than makes up for the inconsistent touch. you dig your thumb into his slit each time he curls his fingers just so inside of you, and he makes these tiny, breathy noises in the back of his throat, little ah ah ah’s that you want to drag up and out. his eyes sweep over your face, mouth open, lashline shiny with tears. 

“feels good,” he says before you can worry. he drives his fingers into you hard, relentless, and you give him as good as you get, your hand speeding up. he looks like he’s losing his mind, gaze going fuzzy, tears rolling down his cheeks. “feels so good. wanna– ‘m so close. god, i’m-”

“come on,” you encourage him, his precome leaking over your fist, down your wrist. you can’t hold on much longer either, and you’re determined to bring him to the edge with you. “want to see you make a mess on my hand, baby. wanna see you paint my stomach white, kai. just-”

“you’re so filthy,” he whines, but his hips jerk at your words, cock twitching in your hand. “i wanna fill you up, wanna come inside you so, so bad-”

“next time,” you say to him, and it sounds like a promise to your ears even though you don’t know why you said it to begin with. 

his eyes latch onto yours, hopeful, and he scans your face. “next time?” he inquires. 

you think about the tour. his suitcase, packed in the corner. months of no kisses, no touching. a few texts a day. a phone call, when there’s a spare moment. you think of missing him, yearning for him so deeply it takes over the very essence of your being, but– but. you don’t want to not have him anymore. you don’t want to never see him again, to never feel him against you like this. you couldn’t go back to his bedroom with him because you knew that if you did, you’d never find the courage to leave. but you don’t even remember why you wanted to in the first place, anymore. 

so you tell him, “next time, i want you in me so deep i feel it for days after. want you to– to fill me up, to spill inside of me. wanna feel your cock twitch when you come, kai. i want-”

“oh,” he whimpers, head hanging forward. his movements on you slow, and it’s your own hips that keep his fingers sliding in and out of you. his cock jerks in your grip, once, twice, and you twist your wrist as you tighten around his fingers, so, so close. “oh, you– i’m-”

“come on, baby,” you tell him, and he trembles, shaking against you. “let me see how pretty you look when you come. wanna watch, wanna taste you after-”

he gasps, free hand dropping your thigh in place of sliding into your hair. he twines it around his fingers, holding tight, and you let his hips roll up, up, cock pushing through your the ring of your fingers, flushed, pink tip so pretty, so him. he knees buckle, and he barely manages to hold himself up as he comes, spilling over your fist. it spurts against your belly, your chest, stains your hand and, rolls down your wrist. drips to the floor, too, and you just watch it, fascinated as you stroke him through it. 

he’s still shaking from his orgasm when his fingers twitch inside of you. he pumps them fast, pumps them hard, and tells you, “’m gonna fill you up next time. gonna make sure i leak out of you, nice and slow. make you mine.”

spots cloud your vision, and your back bows. you finish on his fingers, clenching around him as he slows, pushing them inside of you deep, letting you ride it out. your nails leave marks against his shoulders, his arms, and his mouth presses soft soft soft against your throat; a dewdrop of a kiss. 

when he finally removes his fingers, you feel too empty. your legs shake as you stand, back pressed to the wall, and take in the mess that the two of you have made. there’s a creak down the hall, the sound of someone walking towards the bedroom door, and kai’s eyes widen as he bends down to sweep up your clothes, and then takes your wrist, pulling you back to his bedroom as quickly as he can manage. when the door is closed, you both meet each other’s eyes, laughter bubbling up in your throats. the suitcase still sits in the corner, but it is a mere shadow, not as ominous as it had been prior. 

the door down the hall opens, and there are footsteps. faintly, you hear the click of the kitchen light turning on as someone fumbles around in the cabinets. next comes the living room television, and then, louder than you’ve ever heard, a shriek cuts through the air.

“oh my god,” yeonjun cries out, distraught. “no way i just stepped in what i think i stepped in.”

you and kai both freeze, silent for a split second, the beat of a butterfly’s wings, and then giggle again, falling into each other.

when he leaves for tour a little while later, freshly showered with a kiss pressed soft to your lips, he promises to text you the moment his plane lands. 

and, happily, you think, that’s good enough for me.  

an: this turned out to be way longer than i wanted it to be and quite a bit more angsty! thanks anon for the prompts; i appreciate u! didn’t beta as usuallll

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[txtscenarios]

nsfw alphabet with soobin /

rating: explicit

an: this is more so focused on him/what he likes as opposed to the reader! gender neutral reader to the best of my abilities as always though

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

he wants to be as close to you as possible, even if that means lying in the mess the two of you have made for an extended period of time

he wants to hold you; will definitely pull you into his arms and just let you lie on his chest, his hand sweeping through your hair

it’s really important to him that the intimacy doesn’t end too suddenly. he’ll feel uneasy if you go from sex straight to the shower, and if he feels like you’re not close enough, he’s going to make little grabby hands at you until you give in, curling up to his side

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he’s not particularly fond of any one body part; he merely likes you, and finds each part of you attractive for different reasons

he knows that you like his hands, though. he’s quite aware of his long fingers. they’re not thick, but they reach so deep when he stretches you open with them, and he’s grown to learn what you like

he’s a little bit clumsy with his hands, and it takes him some time to find consistency whenever the two of you fall into bed together, but he’s just eager to touch you, and that more than makes up for it

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

he’ll use a condom if you ask him to, but he’d rather not only because he loves making a mess of you with his come

so long as his orgasm doesn’t catch him by surprise, the moment that he feels it building in his belly, he’ll make sure he pulls out of you and works himself to a finish overtop of you. he likes to paint your tummy and chest with it specifically, but he’ll never say no to coming on your face if you ask him to

he likes coming inside of you too, if only to fuel his breeding kink (as unrealistic as it is), but he’d much rather see himself on you, messy and sticky and so, so intimate

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

though he’s a switch for the most part, he often likes to feel doted on, and taken care of. if he can get away with calling you mommy/daddy, he so will. he really likes when someone treats him well during sex, while also merely using him to chase pleasure

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

he’s not experienced in the traditional sense because of the idol lifestyle, but he’s practiced basic things like kissing with his bandmates, and is always eager to watch videos to learn more

he’s hedonistic in the sense that he really loves feeling good and will do almost anything to seek pleasure, but he also loves being praised. learning how to please you properly means getting called, “good boy,” and he’ll do just about anything to make that happen

he is a little bit lazy and sort of consistently sleepy, so he’ll take things at a slow pace, and he’s never in a rush to get you off, or get off

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

spooning is his absolute favorite

he loves holding you to his chest, his arm thrown over your waist as he pushes inside of you

it’s comfortable, and allows him to keep you close

the position also makes him a little bit sleepy, and after the two of you are finished, he’s known fall asleep like that, cock still buried inside of you

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

he’s more shy than he is serious

no matter how many times the two of you are intimate, he’s always going to get a little bit sheepish at the prospect of being naked in front of you, being touched by you, etc.

he giggles a lot at the start only because he’s nervous. usually, as the sex progresses, he’ll turn more serious. he rarely makes a joke or says something silly, mostly because he doesn’t want to ruin the moment or embarrass himself

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

likes to stay nice and neat

trimmed very well, just shy of totally bare

he doesn’t dye his hair too often, so the carpet usually matches the drapes lol

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

he’s so comfortable with you that sex tends to feel like a marathon between the two of you

he takes things so, so slow– mostly because he’s really in no rush, and he thinks sex is just as much about the build-up as it is the finish

he’s all soft, smooth hands and lazy thrusts, lips peppering kisses down your shoulder

he isn’t really a romantic person in the conventional sense, but the way he touches you– careful, like he’s holding something precious– is not to be taken for granted

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

he’d rather save his energy and actually fuck you, but if that’s out of the question for whatever reason, he’ll take care of himself

he’s got a fleshlight that he likes a little too much, and pulling up photos or videos that you’ve sent him get him off embarrassingly fast

he knows you like to see him make a mess of himself, so he’ll often record a video of himself fucking the fleshlight, or take photos of his come spilling out of it afterwards, sending them to you with a 😊 emoji

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

he has a breeding kink like no other, and he’s not even a little bit ashamed of it

regardless of how illogical it is, there’s something about coming inside of you and conceptualizing everything that comes along with it that gets him particularly hot and bothered

he also just likes claiming you in a sense, and filling you with his come so much so that it leaks down the backs of your thighs when you stand, or painting your tummy white with it make him feel secure and fulfilled fast

(he also likes being taken care of, and calling him good boy is a surefire way to make him come within seconds)

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

honestly, anywhere!

he’s shy at times, and definitely aware of his surroundings in the sense that he can’t really get into exhibitionism, but if he wants you, he wants you, and he’s not going to be able to think about anything else until he has you

he particularly likes fucking you atop the kitchen counter at the dorm if no one else is home because of the leverage it gives him

he’s also fond of the way you writhe on his cock if he pushes you up against the wall, your leg thrown around his hip

he feels safest fucking you at home, but a custodial closet or dressing room will do in a pinch, too

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

he likes a challenge! tease him in front of other people, bicker with him about something senseless, beat him in a video game– all of these things get him going

he loves being right, or putting someone in their place if they’ve mouthed off too much

if you match his wit, he’ll fall fast. a little bit of light-hearted arguing will have him pushing you up against a wall, or bending you in half as he fucks you

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

would not be into degradation (receiving)

he likes it occasionally when you’re a little bit mean, but overall, he can’t really handle it. his feelings get hurt too easily, even if he’s aware that you don’t necessarily mean what you say

he also doesn’t like pain (giving or receiving), and the most he’d do is a bit of hair-pulling, or spanking if he were in the right headspace

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

he loves giving head

it took him some time to get used to; he wasn’t really into the taste at first, and he’s the kind of person who needs to step into something a little bit slowly

but after he got you off with his mouth alone for the very first time, he was hooked– he’ll go down on you anytime you ask, no hesitance at all

he likes hooking your legs over his shoulders and pinning your hips down to the mattress as he uses his tongue on you

it’s quick and clever, and you never last long

he also loves having his cock in your mouth, but it’s something he doesn’t crave often

he’d much rather be fucking into you as hard or as gently as he pleases, and it’s difficult to fuck your mouth as he doesn’t want to hurt you

if you suck him off while he’s nice and sleepy though, he’ll finish down your throat in a matter of minutes

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

he’s almost always slow! 

he really likes taking his time with you, and the sex feels so good that he’s not in a rush to get to the end

he prefers dragging it out, his climax amplified when he’s been fucking into you for forty-five minutes prior

there are times when he hasn’t had you in a while, though– he’ll get a little bit whiny and frustrated, and he’ll shoved you face down into the mattress, or lift you up doggy-style on your knees as he fucks you hard, fast, deep, merely chasing his release

he likes looking after you and making sure that you feel good, but he’s a bit selfish about his own pleasure sometimes

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

quickies aren’t really his thing mostly because he gets nervous about having to finish under a time-limit, but sometimes a quickie is necessary

if there is absolutely no time in his schedule to have you the way he likes, he’ll accept a quickie. usually, they’re done in storage closets, or the nearest private bathroom

there’s something so carnal about quickies with him; he’ll slap his hand over your mouth, hair sticking to his forehead as he thrusts into you repeatedly, hard enough to jolt you up the wall. he won’t stop until his come is dripping down your thighs, and afterwards, he almost always kneels down to lick it off of you

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

he’ll try just about anything at least once

i think he’d be hesitant about doing anything too public, but besides that, he’s not likely to say no to an idea if you’re especially into it

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

he’s going to fall asleep after one round, no question

he just gets to sleepy, and once his head hits the pillow and you’re lying pressed to his chest, he’s out

he’ll more often than not wake up a few hours later though, and the two of you will have a middle-of-the-night excursion 

he likes when you have to be quiet so as not to wake up the others

his self-restraint is relatively good, however, and so long as he’s not too on edge, he can fuck into you for hours without coming

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

he loves toys, but he only has a few just because you’re always there, and there’s never much use for them

his fleshlight is probably his favorite toy, and the one he uses most often. he specifically got it molded to match you, and though it’s not quite the same, it’s his go-to when you aren’t around

he has some smaller strap-ons that he’ll let you use on him every now and then, but the prep time for those takes longer than the two of you usually have

he also has a wand vibrator that he loves letting you use on him, specifically if he’s tied up and at your mercy. it’s powerful– an expensive brand– and it always has him coming all over himself in a handful of minutes

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

oh, he’s a sagittarius through and through

loves to tease, and will spend hours on foreplay alone if you let him

he likes knowing that he’s driving you wild; seeing you writhe and squirm sort of gets him going

he’s not super into pda, but if he can get away with placing a hand on the inside of your thigh or the small of your back casually, he’ll do it if only to rile you up

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

he’s relatively quiet, but not quite in the way you’d expect

while he doesn’t necessarily moan, he does make these little whimpers and grunts that shoot heat straight down to your stomach

he’ll often bury his face in your neck, and mewl against your throat, hot breath tickling your skin

he’s quiet because he’s breathy; because fucking you literally takes the air from his lungs, and he can’t find it in himself to make loud noises

when he comes, it’ll usually be paired off with a high-pitched whine, or a low exhale of breath, and his teeth tugging at your ear

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

there are times when he gets a little mean during sex, holding your head in place as he fucks into your mouth, smirk on his lips. he’s never serious, is never mad at you, but every now and then, he gets overwhelmed with just how much he wants to use you, and you’re always so eager to let him

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

he’s got a big cock– something that his big hands and lithe, long fingers prepared you for, if only a little

it’s curved and just leaning towards thin, but it fills you up so deeply that it hurts, and you have to ask him not to push in all the way

it twitches and flushes when he comes, and your hand barely fits all the way around it

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

he wants to have sex every day, at least once a day

he knows that’s not always realistic, and he’ll take whatever you give him, but he’s going to get himself off several times if you’re not in the mood

even when he’s exhausted from a long day of work, he wants to fall asleep with his cock inside of you

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

whether it’s the middle of the day or 2am, he’s going to fall asleep almost immediately after he comes

sometimes his little naps only last a handful of minutes and he’ll wake up ready for a second round, but he’s the type to get sleepy easily, and really loves cockwarming

an: soobin vers. of this! didn’t proofread as usual /

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[txtscenarios]

first time with hueningkai /

rating: explicit

an: gender neutral reader though there are mentions of kai topping

even though he comes off as eager more often than not, he's a really careful person by nature. he wants to take things further with you, but he absolutely wants to do it the right way

you two obviously talk about it first and make sure you're prepared

shower together, and he makes sure to wash your hair for you, long fingers lathering soap bubbles against your scalp

when you both dry off, he's not meeting your eye. you can tell he's nervous by the little giggle he does each time he finishes a sentence

in bed, he is pointedly not looking at you

he kisses you first, though, and because it's so familiar, his anxiety fades slowly

his fingertips press into your chin, the curve of your jaw, gently keeping you close

his lips are soft and warm and a little chapped. his mouth tastes of the toothpaste the two of you share

neither of you are clothed, and when he reaches out to pull you closer, kisses getting more intense, he is startled by the amount of skin he's met with

he relaxes into you more and more as you brush your fingers through his hair, keeping him close as you kiss him again

his mouth opens up to you, always pliant and willing and warm as you slip tongue inside

he presses back, breathing shaky now, hands sliding to rest at your hips

you take his bottom lip between your teeth, pulling gently, and he exhales against your mouth, trembling

a sharp tug to his locks has him whining, leaning into you

it's easy to get him hard

as one hand toys with his hair, the other slinks down to his thigh, pressing into the smooth creases of his leg

you let your fingertips trace along his happy trail, down to the patch of hair above his cock

carefully, your thumb grazes the base of his length, more of a question than an actual touch. when he whimpers, heady and wanton against your mouth, you continue

you let your thumb play along the underside of his cock, sweeping up past the crown, rubbing across the smooth head

he twitches, cock jumping, and it slowly begins to fill out as you press here and there, kisses never ceasing all the while

when he's half-hard, you take him in your hand. even now, he's bigger than you'd anticipated, weighty in your palm. with a twist of your wrist, you slide your hand up his cock, just once

he moans, soft and sweet as his lips find the shell of your ear. he tucks his head in the curve of your neck, breathing hard against your collarbone

with a bit of lube from the bedside drawer, the slide goes much easier. at full hardness, he's curved and long and thick, leaking against his belly

you stroke him until he's shaking, hands gripping tight around your arms as he tries to ground himself

you know he won't last long if you keep playing around, so you lie down on your back, and he moves to climb on top of you, holding himself up on his elbows

he is so pretty from this angle, hair flopping in front of his eyes, small smile pulled at his pink lips

the head of his cock catches your entrance before sliding away again, and he reaches down with one hand to line himself up properly

with your permission, he pushes in slowly, stopping halfway to give himself time to calm down. his arms are shaking as he holds himself up, head bowed, hair tickling your cheek

when he's fully inside of you, he stills, waiting until you're comfortable

you know he's not going to last long the moment he begins moving

his rhythm starts slow, steady at first, but his eyes immediately fall shut, cheeks ruddy red with pleasure. he's good with his hips, swiveling them consistently, cock twitching each time you clench around him in pleasure

the moment his teeth latch to your neck, just looking for something to hold on to, he whispers, "can i– i want to go faster. please?" and you're incapable of telling him no, don't want to right now, anyway, so you nod

his hips jerk into you, knees pressing into the mattress, and one of his hands grabs hold of your hair, tugging

he whimpers against the skin of your neck; high, breathy little things that have you smoothing your hands down his back, pulling him closer

he loses his rhythm as his orgasm approaches steadily, pace alternating between slow and deep, and quick and sharp

you take hold of his hair, tugging his face out of your neck so that you can kiss him. he's far gone now, eyes slipped closed, moaning against your open mouth as your lips slide together

you yearn to make him feel good, to see him come, to hear him lose himself completely

he whines, "feels so good," against your mouth, and you nod, intentionally clenching around him, shifting your hips to try and match his pace

"wanna come," he says, desperation leaking into his voice. you nod quickly, brushing fingers through his tangled hair, encouraging him, but he won't, can't until he has your permission

"please," he whimpers, tiny and broken, voice cracking. "please, please, you feel so good, i- wanna come, please, please let me come."

you say yes, urge him on, and he sobs out his relief against your mouth as his hips kick forward again and again, harder as his cock slides in, out, in, out

you slide your tongue into his mouth, eager to taste his sounds as his movements get more and more messy

his cock twitches inside of you once, his voice rising in pitch, and you know he's almost there

you squeeze around him, pulling his hair taut

he pushes inside of you so deep you swear you feel him in your belly

his breath catches in his throat, locked tight, and his cock jerks inside of you once, twice, three times, filling you with his come

he exhales on a whine, still going, leaking white, hot come down the curve of your thigh as he pulls out. when you reach down to touch him, to feel his pleasure, his cock twitches again, and a tiny, weak spurt of come stains your thumb

he doesn't recover quickly so much as work through the fuzziness, as he slides down the bed, filling you up with his long fingers

your back arches, digits curling inside of you, pushing his come around, up, painting your walls with it

once his tongue finds your pleasure, your release is almost immediate

he works you through it, fingers moving until you have to push his hand away, too sensitive to take any more

you both lie together for a long while, his arms open wide to you, your head on his firm chest

you're not sure when you fall asleep, but the next time you open your eyes, you've been cleaned and (somewhat) clothed, underwear on

kai is asleep next to you, mouth half-open, moonbeams splattering across his round cheeks

you lean over and kiss him, so full of love you're unsure of what else to do

an: i didn't check this for typos, soz /

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[txtscenarios]

first kiss with hueningkai /

rating: teen

an: gender neutral reader

you know that he's planning to kiss you the moment you see him that day– his hair is properly styled, newly dyed, and he's wearing a cute button-up-sweater-vest combo. it's not often that the two of you hang out in anything besides sweatpants or pajamas

the moment he invites you inside, he says, "the others went out to see a movie." that's your second clue as to what's inevitably going to occur

the third is the state of the common area. the main lights are out, but he's hung up fairylights along the far wall. there are a couple of candles lit on the coffee table, and your favorite snacks placed about

he's not romantic. you've known this about him from the start. he is silly and funny and charming and shy, sweet all of the time, and caring just as much. but he doesn't do romance; doesn't care for it the same way some of his team members do

so it makes you smile, this setup. you see that he's tried for you

he lets you pick the movie. that's clue number four

he is sitting next to you on the couch the entire time, just a space away, your thighs not quite touching, and he is nervous

his leg, the one touching the floor and not curled up under him, is shaking horribly, and his fingers flex atop his pants, seemingly unsure of what to touch or do

you pretend not to notice the way he glances at you every few seconds. when your eyes meet his by accident once, though, he looks away so quick you almost coo at the way his cheeks turn red

you know you could make the first move, but you want him to be able to do this on his own time. he is the kind of person who needs room to grow, to learn, and coddling doesn't help him with either of those things

the movie is almost over, and you're thinking that the others will surely be home soon. time is running out, and it's seeming more and more like he's not going to be able to work up the courage

as the credits roll, you flash him a small smile that he hardly returns. his leg is still shaking, hands trembling in his lap

"i should go," you say. and then, "the others will be home soon, right?"

he nods, doesn't speak, and you make to stand, about to head over to the front door to slip your shoes on. he usually walks you outside, but he seems frozen, unable to move from his place on the couch

and then. then

his hand snags your wrist. his fingers are so long, curling all the way around, meeting. he's still shaking, but when he looks up at you, there is a sort of determination you've never quite seen on him before

because he is all tall, gangly limbs and soft, soft hair that sometimes curls into his eyes when it is freshly washed. he is too many stuffed animals piled on his mattress to even see the comforter, video games going until 2am, and hoodies that he lets you borrow without even promising to give back. he is everything all at once, and nothing in particular. he–

when he tugs at your arm, you stumble forward, and he catches you, smoother than he ever has been. you're perched on his lap, hands pressed against his chest, and he is looking up at you like he can't quite believe you're real

one of his hands finds your hip, curling, and the other slides along the back of your neck, gently urging you closer

his eyes, deep brown with spotted flecks of honey, never leave yours, flickering back and forth as if to ask you a question

slowly, you nod

he surges forward like he is starving, desperate for the taste of you

the kiss is clumsy. misses the mark a little bit. your lips misalign at first, passion too much, but then he shifts, slotting your mouths together perfectly. it's not much; just the hard press of your lips, heated as he holds you close. but it is everything

you know this is his first kiss the moment he stills, unsure of what to do once the urgency bleeds out of his touch

you're happy to guide him the best you can, gently cupping his jaw with one hand as you tilt his head back. he follows your lead, opening up for you so pretty, blooming like a flower

his mouth is so soft, perfect bottom lip caught between your own, little puffs of air escaping shakily

your tongue, ever so slight, peeks out, grazing his bottom lip. another question, though this time, it's his turn to answer

he shudders, fingers twitching against your hip, pulling you closer

carefully, you coax his mouth open a bit further, tongue sliding past his lips

he's hesitant, his own tongue pressing to yours after you gently run your fingers through his hair, ensuring him that it's okay

once you've had a taste of him, it feels like you can't get enough

he is sweet like the candy he was eating just a little while ago, sugary, tempting. beneath that, there is the slight taste of toothpaste, and something so him

the hand on the back of your neck slides down to the base of your spine, his palm smoothing up your shirt. he is warm, fingertips smoothing along your skin, goosebumps rising in his wake

the urgency returns the longer the two of you kiss. his tongue twines with yours, hot and wet, and he whines against your lips, breathing hard through his nose

if you shift your hips just so, you can feel him through his pants. he knows it as well as you do, pink high on the apples of his cheeks

he pulls away to suck in a deep breath, and then he's back again, all tongue and teeth, tugging at your bottom lip, tasting your mouth

you twine both hands in his hair, tugging so that his jaw goes slack, the groan that escapes him loud and breathy in the quiet of the room

"please," he whispers, but you're not sure what he's asking for. he cranes his neck to kiss you deeper, whining, "please, i- want you so bad."

you're not sure of what else you can give him; not sure how to please him besides the obvious, and you want to, you do, but you don't want to cross a line that he isn't ready to cross

you slowly pull away from him, his lips red and swollen, slick with spit and so, so pretty

he understands. hears the chime of his phone signaling the imminent return of the other boys, and allows you to climb out of his lap

he holds your hand as you slide on your shoes, making you stumble, and he giggles as you fall into him, pressed close

he kisses you downstairs just before you leave for the night, and it's as if he's done it a million and one times before

an: as usual, i didn't proofread /

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[livingproofoftbd]

this love is all we need and we've got so much

rated g | 1.9k words

tags: future fic, slice of life, tooth-rotting fluff, slow dancing, married life

“Do you still remember our wedding dance?” Dream asks randomly. George glances at him, almost surprised. “Why?” Dream shrugs. “I found our wedding album earlier,” he says softly, smiling like an idiot. “Sapnap photo-bombed so many photos and I forgot about that.”

or, george is sentimental and dream is in love

#fluff fic because i needed to write and because we need fluff in these trying times #this might be unethical WHATEVER it was getting dire #m.fic #dtblr #dwt #dnf #gnf #dwtblr #404blr #dreamwastaken #dnfblr #georgenotfound #dnf fic #dnf fanfic #fanfic #fic #fic recs #ao3 #ao3 fic #dreamblr #gnfblr

[livingproofoftbd]

living on an island made from faith

rated t | 824 words

tags: non-traditional a/b/o, cuddling and snuggling, nesting, light angst

He smiles and hums, closed eyelids fluttering. Mate. He loves calling George his mate. He especially loves how George scrunches his whole face as he smiles and loves how George kisses him each and every time he says it. Like he wants to swallow him whole. He’d let him.

or, dnf cuddle and kiss it better (but omegaverse)

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the product of the conversations of yesterday on dash

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[livingproofoftbd]

this feeling’s all we know (still we hold together)

rated T | 6.4k words | oneshot

tags: friends to lovers, canon compliant, light angst, falling in love, the inherent romanticism of airports

“George?” Dream asks.

“Dream?” George responds.

“You stopped responding.” He sounds sad.

George giggles softly. “What, did you miss me?” he teases.

“Yeah,” Dream answers, and George knows he’s telling the truth.

or dream and george, love told through airports

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[livingproofoftbd]

too much information, dude

rated T | 5.7k words | oneshot

tags: pov outsider, pov sapnap, first meetings, first kiss, developing relationship, best friends tell each other everything, mild hurt/comfort

One thing Sapnap learned early on is that he often hears the same story twice. From different perspectives, obviously, but the exact same things happen. However, George prefers to keep the stories short and concise, with only enough details to get the point across. Dream shares everything. He shares so much that Sapnap once had to nearly smother him for him to finally take the hint.

or, Sapnap is first to know about his friends’ firsts

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dnf week day three: firsts together

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[livingproofoftbd]

sex and candy

rated m | 5.6 k words | oneshot

tags: demiromantic gnf, relationship discussions, non-explicit sex, getting together, love confessions, size kink <- never thought i'd use that tag

tw mentions of wanting to throw up

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i need sleep take this dnf brainrot 🤲

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