#kai fanfiction

[hotdamnhunnam]

On Your Knees

A/N: So as I noted in this teaser thingy, I don’t really intend to be back on tumblr actively, BUT I just couldn’t resist writing for Kai!! This fic will be smutty, while also providing a bit of backstory that I feel he needs and deserves honestly. I fucking love this guy 💗

Pairing: Kai x F!Reader Warnings: smut (p in v, oral), swearing, dom!Kai, dirty talk (but it’s not until Part 2 that shit gets degrading and dark) Word Count: ~3.8k

“On your knees.”

It’s been forever and a day, since you last laid your eyes on Kai. Since then you’ve searched for him across the whole entire fucking sky. Whatever words you had expected him to say… you never would have dreamt of these.

On your knees.

The blood in your veins is on fire; it burns as the blue of his gaze starts to freeze. The blaze rises higher, so desperate to melt down this fortress of ice that you hadn’t believed you would find. Paid the rumors no mind—he’s a bounty hunter or a gun for hire, who would sell his soul to any well-paying buyer, or so everybody agrees—yet you’ve come here to seek out the true heart of gold that you know lies behind. But all gold can be sold and it seems that he’s taken his fees.

And now he’s set on taking whatever he damn well may please.

Your voice escapes your throat pathetically. “Kai, it’s me…”

Cocks his head. Lifts his brow. Silent laughter at what you just said. Obviously. But who you are doesn’t mean shit to him now. “Aye, I see.”

You might just choke. The heart that never once stopped beating for this godforsaken rogue just fucking broke.

He snickers down as if the beating of your heart is just a joke. The curl of those cruel lips holds even more force than his words. And that’s what brings you to your knees and makes you weak, so weak it hurts, as he comes close and rests his palm against your cheek, piercing your soul straight to the core with just one stroke.

Straight to the core. Summon what strength you have to speak, unsure whether the vows that you once made have any value anymore. “I’ve come back to you just as I swore…”

“Of course,” he utters as those ice-blue eyes seek out and strike the deepest truth in yours. “You’ve come to me just as you were before: still nothing but a worthless fucking whore.”

***************

--- Years Earlier ---

“Impressive.”

You smile over your shoulder as he comes up from behind to wrap his arms tightly around you, in a warm embrace that’s all at once affectionate and aggressive. Passionate and possessive. Just as his touch is every night when he pins you to bed and pounds you.

Kai is wildly impressed to see you standing tall at the helm of this ship where he’s found you. The ship is in shambles and beaten down, long since abandoned here out on the plains past the outskirts of town. Still the grandeur of spacefaring vessels like this never fails to astound you. The freedom that they represent gives you hope that someday you and Kai might escape from this planet that’s bound to the rule of a ruthless imperial crown.

Yet this starship is broken and dead. It feels good to stand here for a bit and pretend you can steer it—steer something for once in your life so that you can cling onto what little is left of your spirit, forge on towards the future instead of just having to fear it… but you know it’s best not to let false hope get to your head.

“You’d make a fetching pilot, love,” Kai purrs into your ear while he plants kisses on the soft skin of your neck. “So fucking hot I think you might stir up the engine of this wreck. Won’t be surprised if you just up and fly it off.”

The laughter on your lips melts into his, as you lean back to taste his kiss. “I wish I could. The two of us would fuck shit up in space so good.”

“Aye, that we would.”

For now Kai is more than content to fuck you up against the window of this spacecraft and you both know that’s exactly what’s in store. Know you were put upon this planet just to serve him as his filthy little whore. On any planet you would always be just that and nothing more.

Through the layers of both of your clothes you can feel the thick length of his shaft, pressed up against your lower half. Desperate hands reach into his pants to set him free and grasp at every perfect inch of him that you exist to worship and adore.

“Impressive,” you echo his words from before.

He chuckles in that playfully suggestive, sinful way that always hits you in the slick heat of your core. The man knows he’s massive. He wields his cock like a damn weapon of war.

But with you it’s a war fought for love and he makes it so pure.

It’s just unfathomable to you that this man is fucking yours.

You’ve only ever been to this small corner of the vast expanse of space, yet when you look upon his face, you have no doubt that he’s the most beautiful man in all the universe.

As ever in his presence you’re tempted to fall on your knees. It’s your favorite position: to kneel before him in submission. To swallow his cock till he fills your throat with his delicious release. Kai knows this but is ever the tease. He knows just what you’re wishing, but holds you up right where you are to prevent you from sinking so he can keep kissing your lips, one hand gripping your hips, while the other roams over the parts of your body that nobody else ever sees.

“K-Kai please…”

“What is it you want?” he sadistically taunts, and then animalistically grunts, as he feels the wetness of your cunt.

You can’t speak, at the touch of his fingers exploring the treasures they seek.

So he feeds you the words. “This big cock in that sweet little mouth of yours?”

“Yes—please, yes…!” you gasp, heightening his desire as well as your own as you handle his hardness with long strokes and squeezes, loving how it throbs in your tightening grasp.

Kai loves making you plead, getting off on the way that you moan for him over and over again. Till he’s ready to finally provide what you need. Ready now then he reckons. A wicked smirk crosses his mouth and it threatens to end you this second. “Indeed. Since you’re beggin’.”

At last then he lets you sink down to the floor, where you instantly bury your face in his crotch and start slobbering madly all over his cock because this is what you fucking live for.

He smells and tastes simply divine. Better than any man fucking should. Smash your nose in the fine golden hairs at the base of his dick and get drunk on his scent like it’s wine… swipe your tongue up the length in a sensuous line…God it’s good. The salt and sweetness and the musk with earthy undertones of wood. You know nothing of what gods exist in this world or the next, other than being certain that Kai is a living breathing god of sex.

His fingers tangle in your hair, pulling you closer into him and holding you right fucking there. It’s heaven when he plows your throat. No other feeling could compare. You reach to clutch at the firm muscles of his ass and meet his blue gaze as you eagerly wait for him to unravel and explode. The twinkle in his eye reminds you that you’re his and that he never wants to share, just as he’s yours and no one else deserves the privilege to take his precious load.

You take it down with your cheeks hollowed, throat contracting tight around him as he groans in utter bliss. Your love for him deepens with every drop you’ve swallowed, since the day when you first met and every day and night that’s followed. Didn’t think it would be possible to love him more than this. To be so cock-drunk and so lovestruck… fuck, it’s glorious.

Your worship of him always takes him somewhere far beyond the stars. So fucking far. He loves the whore you are, just as you love the whore he is. The kind of love that heals as deeply as it scars. You’re only whores for one another which is why the love you make is always pure no matter how dirty it is.

He worships you in turn, that filthy mouth on him a fire-breathing sin. Making you burn. Laying his claim to every last inch of your skin and every fiber of your being deep within. Your impulse is to be down on your knees for him but when the man insists on pleasuring your cunt—because for him your pleasure’s always at the forefront—well of course you just give in.

And then he fucks your cunt to pieces to make sure you won’t ever forget that his sex is the reason you’re living.

You can’t begin to wrap your mind around him being so damn perfect. But you sure as hell can wrap your pussy tight around the war weapon that’s pumping deep inside of you so powerfully erect. Both of you like it good and rough, and soon enough, this stranded spaceship’s not the only thing that’s wrecked.

The vessel tilts a little bit with his last thrust; this ship is huge but so is Kai, and he’s apparently so strong that he just rocked the goddamned deck. That shit is so insanely hot you might just die. Combust. Crumble to dust. As you both come down from the high, your pulse is racing and he traces its pace with his parted lips pressed to your neck.

The two of you remain entwined for hours, as you always do. Whispering sweet nothings that you wish could be true. Let’s just pretend this ship is ours. That the universe is ours. That we’ll fly away, and soar the skies someday, just me and you. But nothing is nothing regardless of how sweet it seems, and you can’t fly away from the fact that the universe bows to formidable powers. To forces that devastate dreams, through and through.

To the powers that be. Powers that crush all hopes of ever being free or being happy.

Kai reads your mind as your thoughts drift to that dark place. Knows that it’s time to tell you what he came to say, when he found you aboard this ship today, before he got distracted and ended up fucking your brains out past the farthest reaches of space. It’s not a message that he’s eager to convey. But it’s an order that you can’t really afford to disobey.

Still he wants you to stay, blue eyes begging you to as he softly caresses your face. Yet he knows on some level that dreams of resistance are silly to chase. That the price of just one slice of heaven is steep and there’ll be hell to pay.

He clears his throat and breathes in deep, wishing the price weren’t so damn steep. “Meant to tell you that he’s been… requesting your presence again.”

You had known to expect this. Chosen to neglect this. As if you could run to some empty abandoned starship to hide from the constant demands of that monster who thinks he’s a god among men.

But you can’t and to even attempt this… is useless and reckless. Though Kai referred to the imperial officer’s order as just a request, it was obviously a command. So you stand, smooth your skirt with a trembling hand—knowing Kai wishes he could hold on to you now and protect what is rightfully his—but your honor is yours to defend. No one else’s. All yours in the end.

He knows this too but wishes he didn’t. He hates this part. Watching you leave is the part when he cages his heart, locking it in a block of cement. “So you’ll just run off to him then?”

All too familiar with his defense mechanisms, you don’t halt your rhythm. The whole fiasco of this moment is always the same with him, despite the fact that he must know this isn’t something either one of you enjoys. So rather than rushing to blame him, or letting the swell of emotions inside you erupt into violence, you cast him a side glance, remind him in silence: it’s not as if I have a choice.

Evidently today the cement is much thicker than usual; the next words off his lips at your lack of response come off particularly cruel. “What, lost your dignity and your voice?”

God, he knows how to hit your inner slut, and make her want to die. To bleed her dry. His name escapes your throat in a defeated sigh. “Kai…”

He hates himself right now more than that monstrous fucking officer or anyone at all. Down to his core. Your knees just buckled and he rushes to catch you before you fall, but he’s so broken now himself that you both end up on the floor, down on your knees. The words he’d just uttered were driven by demons he’s struggling to bury—lately there have been a whole lot of these. Pulls you in close and releases his heart from its stone wall, as he dissolves into a mess of regrets and apologies. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Inevitably you end up making love, which is the only answer when words aren’t enough. Soft and slow. But it has to end quickly, because you have somewhere to be. Can’t hold on to the afterglow. Leave before tears overflow. Just a few words then you have to go.

You wish Kai could see things from your point of view. He gives you every reassurance that he gets it; his response earlier was impossibly harsh but he clearly regrets it. Still you can’t help but feel as if he’s disappointed in you. Despite how authoritative the Imperium is and the consequences that are sure to ensue if you stand up against it… he sees your obeying the officer’s orders as something you’re making the choice to do.

And that view baffles you because how could you possibly choose to do something that fucking destroys you?

The officer knows all your weaknesses. If you should ever defy him he’d go after Kai, to hit you where he knows it would hurt you the most and you can’t stand to think or to speak of this. You’d rather die. And your fear of that terrible punishment forces your hand; you must heed his command. Without having to spell this shit out you just wish Kai would understand why.

“I understand,” he says, but he can’t meet your pleading gaze. He’s not quite certain whether what he said is true, and surely you would see right through. Instead looks out the spacecraft window at the distant stars that deign to cast their rays upon this conquered stretch of land. It feels like pity and that shit infuriates him in a million fucking ways. “I understand, I do. It just kills me to think of someone else inside you—”

“Kai, I’ve told you time and time again to trust me that he hasn’t…”

“That’s not even what I meant.”

“It’s what you said.”

With worlds of pain behind his plaintive eyes he reaches out to cup your cheek then smooths his thumb across the creases in your forehead. “What I meant is that I just can’t shake this sense that he’s gotten inside your head. To men like that nothing is sacred. He’s attracted to your spirit ‘cause he knows that he can break it. Wants to wait for you to give your body to him though it’s well within his power to just take it. And whatever little honor you’ve got left down to the final fucking shred… he won’t stop till it’s fucking dead.”

His warning chills you to the bone, because you know it to be true. For better or worse you’ve got some defense mechanisms of your own. Just a few. Brush off his touch and clench your jaw and let a little bit of spite sharpen your tone. “So then what would you have me do? Not all of us can be as honorable as you.”

Now his jaw clenches too. So hard that he might be at risk of breaking it. “The choice is yours, of course,” he mutters, eyes flashing an icy shade of blue. “Just know you’re making it. Don’t hide behind the lie your hand was forced.”

At that you turn to leave him with a scoff, throwing a bitter glare that tells him to fuck off.

But just before you disembark, you catch a glimpse of some metallic thing that glimmers in the dark. The mess of clothes that Kai had flung off of his shoulders when he fucked you up against the window, some hours ago… he’d had a gun tucked in among them and the sight of it right now is fucking stark. You have no reason to be shocked about it though.

He wasn’t hiding it from you; the fact that he’s been packing unauthorized arms is something you already knew. That doesn’t mean it’s something you wanted to know. Seeing this fatal metal thing strikes you as such a blunt reminder of what he intends to do. And you know where it’s bound to go.

Where your gaze and your thoughts wander his always follow. “There’s a strategy session set up for tomorrow,” he states in reference to the folks in your town who believe independence is something that any respectable person would die to defend. Even if it means battling forces against which they can’t even try to contend. “May be able to make concrete plans now that we’ve finally got enough guns stashed in our secret cargo. I already know better than to ask whether you’d want to attend. Guess the answer will always be no.”

The two of you have talked about this countless times before. And every time it turns to fucking when you both can’t bear the talking anymore. It’s irresponsible and immature, but in the rosy throes of youth, it seems to you love is the only fucking truth, the only thing you know for sure. The only thing that’s clear and pure. Love keeps you whole so you don’t fall apart from fear of what your hopeless-looking future has in store.

But you’re not that young, and you can’t just fuck away these pressing issues for that long. He can’t just kiss you to prevent the words from falling off your tongue. He knows it too and so you sit and talk for once and hope shit doesn’t go too wrong.

You admire and love him for being so brave and so strong. Tell him so. But that small band of big-hearted rebels is not somewhere you feel you’ll ever belong. He has to let it go.

And you have to let go of your hope that he might change his mind. That he might decide doing what makes sense to simply survive matters more than misguided delusions of honor chasing after some kind of freedom he won’t ever find.

You tenderly caress his face and feel the warmth of his blood rush to meet your hand. It’s all that you can do to pray his precious blood won’t spill someday fighting a war over some worthless stretch of land. This lovely planet is your home but in your eyes it’s all worth nothing without Kai. “I know how fiercely you believe in your brothers, and in your friends. In the rebellion that all of you have planned. What terrifies me is this feeling that it’s fucking doomed to fail and if you die… I can’t fathom anything worse. Of course I know the choice to fight with them is yours, but for my part I’m not as brave as all the others. I can’t bring myself to stand behind this cause when I’m afraid it won’t be worth it in the end. Please understand.”

Kai leans into your touch and turns his face to kiss your palm, cracking a sad smile to fight the tears that otherwise would come. Unshed they shine like stars hiding behind his eyes so blue. “Aye, I do.”

It’s a lie. Lie as big as the sky. But he hides behind it till it might become true, or at least fucking tries to.

At that it’s time for you to go, fearing that you should have done so hours ago. The sheer pressure of fear shatters you; fact is deep down it shatters him too. He just copes with his hopes and fears in a more complicated way.

“I promise I will always come back to you.” These are the same words that you always say, when you leave—words you fiercely believe—to assure him that nothing could keep you away.

When you leave him with those words Kai usually lets you, eventually once he’s done venting all his pent up rage and dealing every card he has to play. But evidently not today. “You wouldn’t have to. If you’d just stay.”

The way his voice trembles with gentleness, with selflessness, as he abandons every one of his defenses… it fucking kills you when he gets this way. It doesn’t happen often, and it always makes your heart open and soften. “That’s true. Maybe I can keep him waiting just one day…”

His eyes go wide, unable to believe that this is something you would actually decide. It makes him love you even more and suddenly he’s shy and blushing as if he thinks he’s unworthy of the privilege of your touch. “Or just one hour or one minute for I ought to know I shouldn’t ask too much—”

You shut him up with your forefinger pressed against his luscious lip. Provocatively bite your own to make it known that you want him to spend all day fucking you up against this ship.

Last time he did it shook the whole entire deck; maybe this time the sex will be so fucking hot that it’ll set fire to this wreck. Wouldn’t put anything past Kai. It’d be a perfect way to die.

Slamming your back against the window of this wrecked dreadnought, he effortlessly reads your every thought—goddamn that thought just now was a particularly bold one—and from his wicked smirk it’s plain to see that he agrees it would be perfect and insanely fucking hot. “You might want to hold on.”

And you do, clinging closely to him like the sky clings to stars at the coming of dawn. In the bright glare of day they’ll no longer shine through. But that won’t mean they’re gone.

Here tonight, and even if they’re out of sight, come morning light… all the stars in his eyes shine for you. With those stars guiding you, you’ll hold on.

***************

… To be continued in Part 2!

The plan is for Part 2 to explore more of the earlier timeline and also carry forward the opening scene of course, which is when dark degrading dom!Kai will be out in full force 🔥

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[rayslittlekitten]

Longest Nights

A/N: Okay, this isn't perfect but I think it mostly captures what I was going for. I'm done working on this. I've listened to "Last Christmas" by Ariana Grande on loop for literally the last like 8 hours trying to finish this. It's weirdly the song that inspired this (YT link below). This isn't the first Kai fic I thought I'd finish but here we are. Kai had already broke my heart so this fic is just me jamming the knife even deeper and twisting it. This fic is spoiler free.

Rating: T/M

Word Count: ~1.3k

Pairing: Kai x Pilot! F! Reader

Plot: When you run into your crush who you have a working relationship with on the loneliest night of the year, you find comfort in him.

Contains: mentions of sex, heartache, Kai is a warning in itself

It’s that time of year again, the shortest day and longest night, where all the travelers go home to be with their families and loved ones to celebrate the Winter Solstice. You don’t know the origin of the holiday but it’s celebrated universally. Traditions may vary from culture to culture but usually children get presents for being well-behaved all year and families gather around to sing and dance. 

But where do the ones with no family go? The same place where you are right now, seated on the stool at the bar in this saloon. The orphans, the loners, the outcasts. This is their home and it has been yours as well for the last few years. It can get lonely this time of year making the longest night seem even longer, but at least you’re not doing it alone.

While working on your third pint, a familiar voice behind you draws your attention. You slowly turn around to take a glance and as expected, you see him. He has his arm around a woman’s shoulder and they look cozy as they walk across the saloon. Probably a mark, but with Kai, you never know until it’s too late.

Your eyes follow them as they seat themselves at the other end of the bar. He leans in and whispers something into her ear and she giggles with her hand over her chest. She is definitely getting something stolen tonight, whether it’s the big shiny ring on her hand or her heart. You would know first hand.

When you finished off your ale, you sensed a presence next to you. Before you could order another pint, they ordered it for you as well as one for themselves, sliding a few coins to the bartender.

“Oh, hey Kai. You don’t need to-” you started, but he cut you off.

“Don’t worry about it. I got a bigger payout from my last job than I expected,” he waved his ringed hand to dismiss you. “Besides, I owe you one.”

Kai brought his freshly-poured pint up to clink with yours before taking a large gulp.

Last time, he tried to swindle a swindler and he almost had it but when they caught on, Kai would have lost his head if you hadn’t happened to be there to back him up. He’s always getting himself into all sorts of trouble for a shilling, but he’s usually smart about it. Once in a while, he just liked to do it for the challenge.

“It’s nothing,” you shrugged after taking a sip of your own ale. “I’m sure you would have done the same for me.”

You noticed the mischievous smirk forming on his face, flashing his shiny teeth. The precious metals in his mouth brightens his smile. Your gaze moved up and you’re suddenly lost in his bright blue eyes. It wouldn’t be your first time.

“So what are you doing here by yourself on a night like this? Shouldn’t you be with that bounty hunting fellow you’ve been planet-hopping with?” Kai asked curiously.

“You mean Jaxson? We’re not together anymore,” you told him, then took another sip of your drink, looking away from him in embarrassment.

“Well, that’s too bad for him. You’re a great person to have around,” he commented.

“Thanks, Kai. Guess he didn’t think so,” you threw him a tight-lipped smile. “He found somebody more suited for him at the brothel.”

“Eh, screw Jaxson! I never trust bounty hunters,” he replied. “Especially ones who can’t even see the value of someone.”

His crystal clear eyes met yours again and he winked. You felt your cheeks quickly heating up and it’s not from the ale. Kai was very charming and charismatic which is why he’s great at what he does and you’re not immune from it even knowing this. His accent certainly adds to it.

“Enough about that scoundrel. How’s business going, by the way?” he asked, changing the subject.

Kai would sometimes outsource jobs to you when he wasn’t able to do them himself and would take a small percentage of the payout as a finder’s fee. You never knew what you were transporting but you always took the job. It wasn’t just for the money; any opportunity to spend time with Kai was enough of a reason.

“Not many people have needed things transported lately, believe it or not. Might have to find other ways to earn if this keeps up. Fuel is not cheap.”

Kai leaned into you, his shoulder pressed right up against yours and his face mere inches away from yours.

“You know, I heard on Veldt, the farmers have this belief that making a lot of loud and passionate love appeases their god and will make their soil fertile so they will have an abundance of crops,” he started. 

“Interesting,” you commented, wondering where he’s going with this.

“Maybe it might work in the same way. Abundance of transportation needs,” he shrugged.

You let out a chortle, nearly choking on your ale. 

“Kai, that has to be the silliest thing I’ve ever heard,” you replied while wiping the corners of your mouth.

“It might be, but it made you laugh,” he said. “Has anyone ever told you how cute your laugh is?”

Your face got hot again as the corners of your lips curled up and you tried to hide your face in your shoulder. That handsome smile made an appearance again and there’s a twinkle in his eyes. He scanned your face before settling on your lips and leaning in even closer.

“Interested in appeasing the gods tonight?”

You let out a small laugh but stared at him for a few moments when his facial expression didn’t change. When his hooded eyes found yours again, your breath hitched.

***

The next morning, you found yourself alone in the bed of the room you both rented out for the night at a nearby inn. You scanned the room and there was no sign of Kai. It was as if he never stepped foot in here. The soreness between your legs is the only proof you had, that you hadn’t dreamt it. 

You had lost count of how many times he made you climax, but that wasn’t even the best part of it. It was the most intimate and passionate love making you had ever experienced. He said and did things that made you feel like the only person that existed in this universe. He took his time with you, worshiped you, and left no part of your body untouched. He made your body react in ways you didn’t ever think was possible. You opened up to him and shared parts of yourself that you hadn’t shared with anyone else, as it seemed like he did with you. 

Admittedly, you were in a vulnerable place, but it didn’t take away from what had manifested last night. You then suddenly checked all your belongings to make sure they were all there. After thoroughly searching, you found something that didn’t belong to you: one of Kai’s rings. You sighed in relief to confirm Kai didn’t steal anything from you, but it still felt like something was missing.

A few days later, you ran into him, although you didn’t know if it was by chance or it was by his design because he was in need of your services again. You returned his ring which he thanked you for, but things went on like nothing had ever happened between you. You had thought there was a connection. He had never brought up that night to you so you didn’t either, especially seeing him with another woman that day. You didn’t want to make things awkward.

You quickly finish your drink and tip the bartender as you gather your belongings. From your peripheral vision, you see the woman throw a drink onto Kai’s face before stomping out the swinging doors. You can’t help but smirk, but you hide it from him. You glance over at him for a quick moment as he wipes his face before finally heading out yourself. The last thing you need is for him to drown you in his eyes again. 

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[writemekpop]

Hot Mess | Kim Jongin (Kai)

5K Follower Series Ep. 27

Summary: You come home one night to find Kai naked in your bed… is he cheating on you?   

Genre: Established relationship AU, smut

Word Count: 1k

Prompt: “Stop looking at me like that!”

“Kai? Where are you, baby?”

No response. The entire downstairs was dark. And silent. 

You pulled out your tight ponytail, letting your wavy hair fall loose over your shoulders. 

Work had been tough. You couldn’t wait to curl up and watch your hot boyfriend Kai work out – that always made you feel better. 

 In the gloom, the house felt alien, like it was somebody else’s, and you were intruding.

You wandered towards the stairs. Kai’s favourite Gucci jacket was hanging from the bannister. A chill ran down your spine. He never left home without it. 

“Baby?” You walked up the stairs. Kai’s Balenciaga belt was coiled snake-like on the top stair. You were getting really freaked now.   

That’s when you noticed them - the soft grunts coming from your bedroom door. Your heart fell to the floor. You’d know that deep voice anywhere.  

Was Kai… cheating on you? This couldn’t be happening!  

Tears were already pricking your eyes. You imagined Kai in there with some supermodel, his head between her legs, getting mess all over your sheets. You felt sick. 

You took a deep breath, and yanked the bedroom door open. 

You gasped. 

Kai was lying on the bed, completely naked, his brown skin glowing against the white duvet cover. His eyes were squeezed shut in pleasure, his cheeks were flushed, and his hand was wrapped around his penis. 

“Where is she?” You screamed, looking around the room to find the person Kai was cheating on you with. “Come and face me like a woman, you homewrecker!”  

When Kai heard your voice, he bolted upright, the muscles on his abdomen flexing with the effort. 

“Hey, baby, I didn’t hear you come in. Come and join me,” Kai said. He smirked sexily, but you weren’t having it.

“Join you?” You snapped, getting angrier by the second. “First you cheat on me and now you want me to join you in bed with your mistress! Fuck off!”  

Kai frowned, looking adorably confused despite his naked state. “Cheat on you? What are you talking about?” 

“You-“ you gestured wildly at his nakedness. “Having sex with… god, where are you hiding her?” 

You dropped down to your knees and looked under the bed for the mystery woman. She had to be somewhere. 

Realisation dawned upon Kai. He jumped off the bed and gently pulled you up to standing.

“Babe,” he said, gazing at you warmly. “I’m not cheating on you. There’s no-one else here.”

Your mouth dropped open. “Then why are you naked? What about all those moans?” 

Kai rubbed the back of his neck, blushing. “I was just having some… intimate time… with myself. I like to do it naked. It… feels better.” 

You stared at him, your face a mixture of shock and disgust. 

“Hey,” Kai said, nudging your shoulder. “Stop looking at me like that. Everyone masturbates.” 

“Oh my god!” you cried. “I thought you were cheating on me, when all you were doing was jerking off? You idiot!” 

You grabbed a pillow off the bed and whacked Kai on his naked butt. “I can’t believe you!” 

Kai laughed, deep and manly. “I can’t believe you think I’d cheat on you. I’m crazy about you, Y/n.” 

You whacked him again. “I almost had a heart attack!” 

Mad with rage, you whacked him on his front too.  

Kai let out a half-yelp, half-moan. “You just hit my dick!” He said, chucking. “Actually that felt kinda good. Do it again?” 

You gasped. “You pervert!” 

It was getting harder to hold in your smile. This was almost funny. “I can’t believe you’re getting off on this!” you groaned, your smile breaking through. 

“Come ‘ere, you,” he grunted. He wrapped his strong arms around your waist and pulled you onto the bed with him. 

He attacked your neck with kisses, making you both breathless with laughter. 

You rolled around on the bed in a hot tangle. You don’t know whose fingers did what… but soon, you were just as naked as him. 

---

After, you lay in each other’s arms, limbs intertwined, trying to catch your breath.

The bedside table fan hummed softly, but it did nothing to ease the heat radiating off your bodies. Your heartbeats were the only sound.

Kai was absentmindedly drawing patterns on your arm, eyes closed, singing to himself – the way he always did after sex. 

You let your eyes wander down his smooth neck, and across his sculpted chest. You gazed at his brown skin and the ripples of muscles in his taut stomach. Your tummy tingled in appreciation. 

You looked lower and lower, at his belly button piercing, at the V shape leading right down to his massive-

“I know you’re checking me out.” Kai said. 

You giggled. “Busted.” 

“Round two?” He asked, pushing himself up on one elbow so that he could look at you. “You know you want to.” 

Kai twirled a curl of your hair between his fingers and followed it down to where it came to your chest. His fingers brushed against your nipple, sending sparks flying down your spine. 

“You’re not tired?” You whispered. 

Kai smiled a lazy, sexy smile. He rolled you over so that he was lying on top of you, and dipped his lips to your neck.

“For you? Never.” 

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Reassurance - Kai (Jongin)

You're being stupid. That's what you keep telling yourself. Kai is an idol, sometimes he is going to be around female idols, he is going to do dance challenges with them or talk to them, he can't exactly snub them. You couldn't help but compare yourself to them though. You trusted Kai, you really did, but sometimes, when your mental health was bad and the insecurities kicked in, you felt like he could do better than you.

When you were next with Kai, you were so stuck in your head about everything he noticed how distant you were being.

"Jagi?" he asked you, when you made no reaction to his hand on your thigh as you sat together on the sofa.

You simply hummed in response.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you answered, far too quickly for it to be the truth.

"Come on, something's bothering you," he said giving you a little nudge.

"I don't want to talk about it," you replied, bluntly.

"I just want to help," he continued.

"Jongin, let it go," you snapped.

"Fine," he muttered, moving away to sit on the other end of the chair to you.

"Talking about it will just upset me, so I don't want to right now, you don't have to be like that."

"You don't have to snap at your boyfriend when he's trying to help."

You let out a frustrated sigh. "Don't try and guilt trip me."

"What can't you talk to me about? Am I the problem? Because if I am that's more reason to talk to me," he continued.

"No, not exactly-"

"Yah! What do you mean not exactly?"

"See this is why I didn't want to talk about it."

Kai stood then and moved in front of you, making sure you couldn't look away from him. "What did I do?"

"Nothing."

"Then what did 'not exactly' mean?"

You hesitated then. He clearly wasn't going to drop it, so you were trying to work out how to put your feelings into words.

"Y/n?" he questioned.

"I don't like seeing you with other women," you rushed out, before realising how that sounded. "Wait- no, that didn't-"

"Because you don't trust me?"

"That's not what I meant. I just think- It's hard for me seeing you with these beautiful idols, when I'm- me."

"You think I'd cheat on you?" he questioned in an accusatory tone.

"No! It's not about you-" Your voice raised as you spoke.

"Then what is it about?"

"If you calm down and let me get my words out..."

"You didn't even want to talk to me a second ago."

"I can't talk to you when you're like this," you said, your tone dropping as you stood to head to the door.

Kai stayed stationary for a moment as pulled your shoes on. Before you had a chance to gather up your things though, he was next to you holding your bag. The two of you just stood looking at each other in silence briefly.

"What's wrong?" he asked again, his voice now much softer.

"It's not that I think you would cheat. It's that I believe you'd be better off with one of them. I look at myself and then these gorgeous women you're surrounded by in your working life and I can't compare. I don't feel like I deserve to be with you."

"Jagiya," he let out in a whisper.

You sniffed as the emotions started to hit you. "And this is why I didn't want to talk about," you managed to say as your voice broke.

Immediately, you were engulfed in your boyfriends arms as you broke down.

"I love you," he mumbled as he pressed small kisses in to your hair. "I love you, and I'll keep saying it until all those thoughts leave."

You just held onto him tighter as he spoke, giving you the reassurance you so clearly needed in the moment.

"Anytime you feel this, you tell me. Even if I'm not with you and you've seen something, some video online, and it makes you uncomfortable, call me. I will remind you that you are the one I will always choose, ok?"

All you could do was nod.

"Do you want to take your shoes off and come back in?"

You nodded again.

Kai's chest vibrated against you as he laughed. "You need to let go then."

This time you shook your head and snuggled further into him, if that was even possible. With another laugh at your cuteness, Kai squeezed you back, content just to hold you until you were ready.

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[jongseonvs]

txt as love tropes/cliche scenarios

txt

warnings: suggestive!!

#soobin — • ۫ ˎ ｡˚ ♡⃛

- love at first sight

- sees you on his way to class

- he woke up late (because yeonjun had turned off his alarm for him) so he’s rushing

- bumps into you and before he could get upset, he sees your face and is just star struck

- literally forgets what he was doing cause he’s just so shocked

- “Um I’m sorry I should’ve been-..hello?” you try and ask,

- “S-soobin” he replies, his gaze not faltering

- “…what?”

#yeonjun — • ۫ ˎ ｡˚ ✦

- rivals to lovers

- rivals since high school type of thing, mostly for everything

- sports? oh yeah he was on the basketball and football teams

- grades? they were also up, since he needed to be passing to play

- it irked you how he tried so hard to pass you up

- until he started to…be nice?

- he just placed a milk or bread on your desk every time you saw him

- then he confessed to you at his basketball game

- he was only trying to impress you and be at your level

- just for you to like him back 💔

- and it worked.

#beomgyu — • ۫ ˎ ｡˚ ৎ୭

- friends to lovers

- he was new to town, and your friend group took him in

- he was really quiet at first, his only emotion was smiling and answering people by shaking his head

- at a party, everyone was playing spin the bottle

- it landed on beomgyu and you.

- after that day, you started talking more and more and began going out one on one

- he asked you out and your whole friend group teased you two for it

#taehyun — • ۫ ˎ ｡˚ ➷

- tsundere

- shows 0 interest in anything and is so cold towards others

- but you can’t be mad at him, because his ignorance is reasonable

- ( like someone asking him to open a door when they could do it themselves, or plugging in a charger for someone…when they could do it themselves 🤷)

- is so cold but the second he lays eyes on you, its like everything changes

- has a soft spot only for you and when people call him out about it

- he says it’s cause you’re not annoying and insufferable like everyone else

#hueningka —•*¨｡˚ ☆

- the boy next door

- your parents invite them over for dinner and you swear you almost fall to your knees at the sight of their son

- he’s so 😜😜😜 and you swear he feels the same because of the often eye contact you’ve been making

- Soon, your mom sends you upstairs with him to get to know him better (everyone say thanks mom)

- it’s so awkward but he says fuck it and kisses you

- comes over a lot to ‘help you study’

- everybody knows….everybody knows.

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[lovergonebad]

Circulation ~ *Huening Kai*

Summary: You have poor circulation which makes your fingers turn purple. However you neglected to tell your bosses, aka TXT. How do you think they’ll react when they see your purple fingers? What would your crush say?!

Pairing: Huening Kai X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 962

Warning: Poor circulation

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“Purple.” You mused to yourself, looking at your fingers. You flexed them in a vain attempt at changing their purple hue to a more healthy color. You weren’t necessarily surprised when it didn’t work, as you can equate the purple to your poor circulation. Nevertheless, it’s the thought that counts, you suppose.

As you continued to flex and wiggle your fingers, the boys made their triumphant return into the green room, congratulating each other on another successful performance. You smiled towards them, ready to help them pack up and head out. But first, you had to take off all their stage makeup. However, although you were pretty fast at taking their makeup off, they did have a tendency to make the task difficult for you.

Taehyun stepped up to you first, sitting in the chair before you while handing you a packet of makeup wipes. “For you.”

You smiled at him through the mirror as you took the packet. “Thank you.”

As soon as your fingers touched the wipes, Yeonjun gave the biggest, most dramatic gasp before pointing at your hand. “Your fingers are purple!”

Glancing down, you gave a strained chuckle. Right, you never did tell them about your poor circulation. Well, there’s no time like the present, you suppose. “Oh, yes, that. Well, I’m a little cold so my fingers are turning purple. It’s just my poor circulation, that’s all. Nothing to worry about!”

Leave it to them to only hear the word cold in that sentence. Within an instant, the boys were running around the green room like chickens with their heads cut off, trying in vain to get you to warm up. Soobin was asking another staff member to see if they could turn down the air conditioning while Beomgyu had raced out of the room, saying he was going to go get you something warm to eat.

“Guys, really, I’m okay-” You tried to stop them from freaking out.

“Take my hand.”

Looking up to see who spoke to you, you could feel yourself flush at Kai’s sincere smile as he offered out his hand to you. However, your response went along the lines of, “Wha-what?”

He gave a small laugh before repeating, “I said, take my hand, please.”

Slowly, you gave him my hand, which he started to rub and caress gently and soothingly. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as he continued to work the blood flow back into your once purple fingers. Thanks to him, your digits were starting to regain their healthy hue. Well, this is not what you had in mind when you imagined your crush holding hands with you, but who were you to complain about it? I mean, your crush is holding your hand for goodness sake! Take it and run with it!

“Feel any better?” Kai asked, looking at you with the cutest smile ever, making your heart flutter.

You nodded, trying to get your mouth to speak. “Yeah, thank you.”

“Of course. My mom used to have poor circulation too, so I learned all the tips and tricks to make her feel better.” He explained, still administering his hand massage. You were too in love with the sensation to tell him to stop.

“That’s sweet of you.” You mused, trying to regain control of your blush.

“I think it’s working too well, Kai.” Yeonjun teased, pointing at your flushed cheeks. “She’s all red now.”

You ducked your head, in a vain attempt to hide your blush as Kai smiled at you sweetly. “Do you want me to stop?”

Shaking your head, you tried to get your hair to cover your face. Great, being awkward in front of your crush. Did you have to make it so obvious that you liked him? Besides, you’re not necessarily supposed to fall in love with your boss, so if he found out about your feelings, you’d be in hot water. The thought alone, made your cheeks burn brighter with a blush.

“You two are so cute together.” Beomgyu gushed before Soobin shoved him with a laugh, as he had returned a few seconds prior.

Taehyun nudged Kai before whispering in his ear. You watched as his cheeks burst into a bright red, his ears redder than his cheeks. A small voice in your head said he must be as red as you are right now before he cleared his throat to speak. “Y-you know, another way you can bring the circulation back into your fingers would be getting something warm to drink. You, you wouldn’t want to go and get coffee with me later, would you?”

Everything in your head was screaming loudly to say YES, so you said, “S-sure.”

Nailed it.

He smiled brightly, squeezing your hand affectionately. He opened his mouth to say something else when-

“Yes, yes, you’re both very cute and I’m about to vomit from the sweetness, but I wanna take care of my makeup before you two go on your little date.” Yeonjun whined, a teasing lilt in his voice.

The both of you blushed while the other three boys laughed. Kai spoke up, trying to defend the two of you by saying, “If you’re so worried, do it yourself! It’s not that hard and you’re not a child anymore!”

“Hey!”

You laughed, standing up and pulling out one of the makeup wipes. “Don’t worry, Yeonjun. I’ll help you.” You assured him, patting his cheek for extra measure.

Even though you had to withdraw your hand from his, you still blushed brightly when he pressed a feather light kiss to your knuckles. While the others pretended to gag, you couldn’t help but laugh. Now you had to clean up their makeup even faster than usual just so you could hold hands with Kai again.

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[an-annyeoing-writer]

librarian!Kai x Reader: act on it. [+18]

Word count: 4204

Date of release: 16.08.2022

Rating: +18

Genre: smut

Warning: explicit s*xual themes, humiliaton (as a form of k*nk)

Notes: I know there's some drink in the moodboard picture, it's not related though, just the pic itself looked suitable.

Part 1.: martymachlia.

“What can I help you with?”

The man sat straight behind his desk, a very white shirt covering his upper body and the same vest as always sticking close to his silhouette, highlighting his proportions. His hair was slightly disheveled, probably because of his endless attempts to fix it throughout the day; the temperature inside was quite high, the AC must have broken and the workers probably had to suffer the most. But you didn’t mind. Not when he loosened the collar of his shirt, as though to purposely expose the outline of his collarbones...

What a fucking eye candy.

“U-um, I need some materials on public finance management, could you recommend me anything by any chance?” you spoke, forcing your eyes away and towards the other librarian – a middle-aged woman that sat behind the desk while the man sat a bit further, consumed with another visitor of the place, borrowing a book at the moment. The girl he talked to smiled politely and walked away with a psychology book in her hand. It was a mere accident that when you walked in, out of the two librarians only this woman was free, but then, would you even have the guts to come up to him if it wasn’t the case?

“Sorry, honey, it’s not really my field, but the economy section would be…”

“I think I know some good ones” came voice from your right and your breath hitched; you stayed calm despite that, turning your head in the man’s direction. He was smiling politely, just like he did at the girl who left moments ago. “Give me a second, I’ll find them.” Going back to the computer screen, he started digging; you stared calmly in the silence that fell upon the three of you, although the woman merely smiled at you and busied herself with something else, letting her associate take care of this particular matter.

All you could do was to fondle your hands in front of you and wait patiently, with a small ounce of nervousness appearing in your stomach; you questioned everything.

Did he remember you? He surely did remember the thing that happened, but would he recognize you? You obviously remembered him well; it’s him who you got off to, you thought, clearing your throat to mask embarrassment. And there’s only one librarian who made your heart beat faster, of course you would recognize him. But there were hundreds of visitors every day that he talked to, and you didn’t really stick out. It’s been weeks since the last time you were here, too. Your face most likely got erased from his mind, and he probably had no clue who you were.

“Here. I have two titles that should help you with anything you may need. Would you like to borrow them or use while in here?” he asked, raising his eyes and sparing you a hundred percent innocent and clueless glance.

You cleared your throat once more, realizing that it’ll be hard to speak otherwise.

“H-here” you mumbled. Your cheeks burned. You were behaving so immaturely that you wanted to jump off a cliff. Anyone would think you’re simply crushing on an older (probably?), handsome man, and acting like hormone-possessed teenage girl. And hell, they wouldn’t be that far from reality. But if they knew your sins, they definitely wouldn’t call you a girl anymore.

More like a slut, you deadpanned in your thoughts.

“I think one of them is on the highest shelf, so…” He wrote something on a piece of paper and got up, coming from behind the desk. “I’ll get them for you, come with me.”

He walked into the rows of bookshelves and you followed him without a word.

It was an early evening, with the reddening sun glowing through the windows and slipping through the holes among the books on the shelves; the temperature was finally going down, to your relief, because even in the fairly summer-like clothing, walking around during the day was especially tiring. Not many people decided to leave their houses on such days, and it showed even in the library – there was way less people than you’d expect in the middle of a week. You supposed that most of the regulars already figured out the AC isn’t working so they wouldn’t really come here unless necessary. But then, your work was something you could finish in one evening if you sat and simply got it done. If you decided to take the books home, you’d probably decide you’re too tired and procrastinate through the rest of the evening, again.

The man stopped suddenly, making you almost bump into his back; he turned towards the shelves and looked upwards, looking for the particular title. Finally, he reached up and took down a heavy block of paper, making your eyes widen in terror at its size. The other book, one that he found a few shelves lower, was, to your relief, way smaller. You could only hope that you wouldn’t need to use all of the knowledge these two contained.

“Here.” He extended the books to you and you took them carefully, uttering a small ‘thank you’. “Good luck with these. Hit me up if you need anything else.” He smiled, passing by you.

Before you could stop yourself, you grasped his sleeve with one hand, straining muscles in the other to hold the books in it. The man stopped, turning his head towards you questioningly.

“Hm?”

“Um… I just wanted to ask, um…”

He observed you calmly, with no intent to rush. You stumbled over your own words; your throat felt as if something blocked it…

…and your first thought was that you wished it was his cock doing so.

The man crossed his arms, smiling politely.

“Is there anything else I can help you with?”

You shut your eyes for a brief moment, forcing yourself to relax. With your cheeks still burning so much you must have looked like you were dying, you only shook your head, lowering it to escape his gaze.

But this way, you didn’t see him lean down; it was his voice, dangerously close to your ear, that made your heart drop.

“You sure there’s nothing more you want from me? Just ask, I’m here to serve.”

The whisper was meant for your ears only, you could tell, despite the fact you two were alone as far as your eyes could reach.

“U-uh, what else can you do, other than finding books?” you muttered, a bit daringly, as if trying to boost your own confidence with these words – said confidence was currently crawling on the very floor of the damned library.

“Aren’t you curious?” His hand reached to your chin and urged you, gently, to turn your gaze up, to him. He had a small smirk on his face, a mischievous one; he was dangerously close, yet his fingers brushing your face were all he touched you with. You nodded quickly. “I need your words.”

“I-I uh…” His smirk widened at your awkward attempt at forming a sensible response.

“Hello, could you please help me find this?” The voice echoed somewhere nearby, saving the remains of your dignity. A middle-aged man, with a frown so deep it must have been permanent, nodded gratefully when the librarian turned to face him with a flawless, professional-like smile.

“Of course.”

As if you suddenly didn’t exist anymore, he left your side and walked towards the other guest, leaving you with your heart pounding in your chest, and you breathed heavily for a few moments before managing to calm down, books in your hands getting so heavy you really willed to put them down.

Besides, you had work to do. You couldn’t afford to think of it any longer. With this realization, you forced your sinful side to calm the hell down as you sat down at the nearby desk, starting your project.

An hour passed, soon even two, and more. The project distracted yourself from previous events, and you were so adamant on immersing in it fully that you genuinely forgot about everything else.

It was when you heard some noise coming from the window behind that you realized you may have overstayed a bit, and – looking around – you confirmed that there was no one else left in this area. You glanced at your phone to check the time; holy hell! It was already past 7, and you remembered that the library was closing at that exact time. You looked behind and confirmed that the sound was coming from the window blinds being mechanically dropped down to cover them for the night.

Yet, the light was still turned on and you looked around once again, ensured that there must be just about anyone here. However, no one came across your vision and you decided it’s the right time to take matter in your own hands. You rushed to hide belongings in your bag, then putting the books away on the shelf – not even trying to reach as high up as they belonged, but instead putting them down horizontally on a lower shelf, so that if anyone was to spot them, they’d easily tell why they’re out of place, and hopefully forgive you this minor neglection.

This area of library was a bit further from the front desk and you assumed they didn’t notice you were still here. You definitely needed to hurry if you didn’t want to get stuck in here for the night.

You rushed past the empty front desk towards the exit, and your heart stopped. The exit was already covered with the blinds as well, and trying to check if it’s locked would be a waste of time. You looked around helplessly.

Suddenly, you heard a sound coming from the backroom, some shuffling that must have originated from a living person, and you looked up hopefully.

The librarian came out of the backroom, his hand automatically travelling to the light switch on the wall, and it was only then that he noticed you standing there like a lost puppy, utterly confused and with your bag starting to get heavy on your shoulder.

The man’s eyebrows gradually lifted in a silent amazement, but he spoke no word. Even though the reason for your presence was obvious, he seemed to consciously choose to let you embarrass yourself with explanations.

“U-um” you stuttered. “I-I didn’t notice the time, I’m sorry.”

“We were announcing it through the speakers, like a quarter ago” he replied, crossing his arms and tilting head to the side.

“I didn’t hear” you admitted honestly. “Maybe your speakers are broken.”

“Ah, really.” He shook his head in disbelief. “Come here, I’ll get you out through the staff exit.”

You nodded and quickly walked towards him, where his hand reached to the light switch again to turn the lights off.

But before he could actually use it, something in you switched first, and you suddenly froze, instantly gaining his attention and earning a curious lift of eyebrow.

“U-um.” Your voice quivered; shouldn’t it be calm, now, that you’ve been rescued? Yet, your heart pounded even faster than when you were awaiting said rescue earlier. The librarian stared at you, waiting for you to utter your thoughts.

“Hm?”

He was waiting patiently, although it seemed more like he was relishing in your embarrassment, while knowing very well what was the purpose of it all.

Of course he knew. Of course he recognized you.

“P-please” you spoke – the only thing that managed to get through your lips at that moment. Yet, there was no other sound that broke through and you started rethinking your ideas.

That was, until you heard a small snort coming from the man and you lifted your eyes to look at him, your face burning up to the tips of your ears.

“Cute. But you need to do better than this.”

He clicked on one half of the switch, making the lights go out, but only deeper in the room – the whole front desk was still lighted, although the light became dim and you suddenly became more conscious of the emptiness filling the facility.

Crossing his arms again, he rested his back against the wall next to the switch, looking you up and down with a subtle bite on his lower lip. Judging, maybe menacing – you unwittingly grew excited at the thought of being gawked at and called out.

“You’re not too well behaved, you know it?” He accuses you, and you can’t help but pout at the statement. “But I guess, what can you expect from a pervert like that, right?” You opened your mouth to argue, but he spoke against first before you could defend yourself. “Who knows what made you this way. Maybe it’s the right time to fix it?”

You stared at him with your mouth still open, and he tilted his head to the side, small smirk on his face quite unreadable, but sending butterflies straight into your core when you realized that he’s starting to get into this as well.

“I-I uh.” You took a deep breath in and let it out, trying to calm your voice down when you spoke again. “O-okay. What do you want to do?”

“Well, it depends on what commands you already know.”

“C-commands?!” You were utterly confused at the phrase.

“I said you’re not well behaved” he spoke slowly, pushing himself off the wall and walking past you, towards the front desk. You followed him with your gaze, waiting for him to speak again, but he took his time, finding the armchair behind the desk and rolling it into the open space, then smoothly finding his place in the seat. “Quite the opposite, actually. It looks like you only follow your instincts and no reason. Like a bitch in heat, really.” The words made you dizzy at the realization that he was toying with you fully consciously all along, and you pressed your thighs together, feeling an ache arise in your core. “What about we make you into a good puppy instead, hm?” He leaned on the side of the armchair, spreading his legs ever so slightly, but suggestively. “And what do puppies do? They obey commands, of course.” You grew so embarrassed at the explanation, but you definitely didn’t find it in yourself to argue now. You gingerly pushed your bag off your shoulder and placed it on the floor, your eyes not leaving his as he waited patiently for you. “So, what commands does this bitch know?” When you didn’t reply, he narrowed his eyes at you, letting out an impatient tsk. And then, he pointed down. “Heel.”

You gulped, making one step towards him, but yet another lift of his eyebrows made you rethink it, and soon, you realized – there was nothing keeping your dignity intact anymore, so you could as well just… act on it.

Slowly letting yourself fall down and onto your knees, you crawled forward on all fours instead, making your way to him and stopping at his foot, although your eyes would never leave his own, absolutely mesmerized. He smiled, clearly pleased with your response.

“That was an easy one. What about this one. Down.”

It was a bit awkward, but you let yourself drop even lower, perpendicularly to him, and he didn’t say a word until your stomach touched the floor. You felt confused – how weird it must have looked from his perspective.

“Hm. Roll over.”

Your heart beat so fast when you obediently made yourself lie on your back instead, your knees slightly bent and your arms awkwardly resting on your sides. You had a small frown on your face – what was he going to do? Yet, you didn’t dare to question him – the mere fact of being given commands to fulfill was enough to made you aroused, and you would be satisfied to spend all your day pushed around like that.

Before you could think of anything else, though, you suddenly felt the bottom of his shoe press against your chest. You blinked in surprise.

“You’re really a pathetic puppy, you know that?” he mocked you, his heel pressing into your breasts in a careless way. “Maybe you’d be a better doormat. Or a footrest?” Without missing a beat, his other shoe was suddenly pressed into your crotch and you let out a gasp, bending your knees some more. “Doormat suits you.” He imitated the movement of wiping the soles of his shoes on one, but the thing was pressed between your legs and you let out a low whimper. Before you could relish in the soft feeling, he dug his shoe straight where your clit was, and the pain was so pleasurable that you let out an uncontrolled moan.

The librarian snorted at you.

“Really? Are you enjoying this?” You nodded, completely dazed. “Damn. You’re really a perv.”

The pressure of his foot ceased and he watched you for a few painfully long moments.

“Take your bottom off” he commanded. You didn’t think twice.

You pushed yourself into a seat, kicking your shoes off, then undoing your pants and pushing them down, kicking them off and to the side as well. You hesitated just a bit before doing the same with your underwear, and you were left in just your top, the sensation of being naked, but only from the waist below, felt like a new kind of humiliating, although you weren’t yet so sure, why it would feel this way.

Before you could ask for the next command, the man suddenly bent down and his hand was between your legs, grasping at your womanhood with no gentleness whatsoever, and you realized how wet you became when he smeared it all over your thighs without a second of hesitation.

“Honestly, I’m not even surprised. Did you really get turned on by what I did to you? That’s so sick.” You let out a low moan when he harshly rubbed your clit, and your legs instantly closed, trapping his arm in between, your whole body trembling from the treatment. “What do you think you’re doing? Doormats don’t move as they wish. They are used and stay on the floor where they’ve been laid.” His hand left your core and you whined desperately.

“N-no, please…”

“What? Did you really think I’m gonna indulge you? Come on, you must be smarter than that.” He put his foot on your shoulder, pushing you back down on your back, your hands automatically reaching to cover your exposed womanhood and give it at least a minimum of friction. “You get wet from being degraded, not pleased. That’s honestly hilarious. I could spit in your face and your cunt would leak.”

The words alone did to you so much that you were barely holding yourself together. You felt so humiliated, reduced to your sexual deviations, not even to sex alone, but to the perversion itself; and the fact that your upper half was still fully clothed, no attention given to your other bodily attributes, only amplified that – you weren’t an object of desire even, you were just an object.

You let out a whimper, fidgeting around. You briefly thought that it’s unfair that you’re getting all this attention without giving anything in return, and your hand reached up to his thighs, wanting to at least try to return the favor.

The librarian didn’t stop you; he leaned back and watched you daringly as you pushed yourself up into a seat and started undoing his pants. God, if there would be anything better than getting absolutely used by him, it would be to be the tool that does the job themselves, so that he doesn’t need to put any more effort. You felt so lowly, no dignity left when you finally got a look at his manhood, but his hand was suddenly on your head, not giving you any more time to admire, pushing your mouth onto the hard shaft and making you gag right away, not even half of it in.

“Seriously? That’s so pitiful as for a whore. Come on, you can do better.” His fingers tangled in your hair as he pushed himself deeper into your mouth, your gagging completely ignored, his cock pushing past your limits of comfort, stretching your throat slowly, but without a second of hesitation. “Here you go.��

Every second of it was painful and uncomfortable, and you thought that your throat could actually rip, but he made sure to do it with proper patience, and you only felt it stretch gradually. Your mouth felt so full and overwhelmed. Your hands rested on his knees, you were still sitting – if you were kneeling, you thought, it would be easier to control the pace, but like this you kept no balance, and he kept full charge of your movements. You held onto his pants tightly, but didn’t even try to push away; the pain was so good, so freeing, felt so right. It didn’t take minutes before you could take him in whole, and, although it still hurt, you felt so proud at the thought that he can fuck your face without any restraint. Damn, did it feel good.

You still gagged once in a while, coughing whenever you had a chance to. But he didn’t give you many of these – without a moment of relief, only using your mouth however was convenient to him, eventually not even giving you a chance to prove yourself as he wrapped both arms around your head, pushing himself all the way down your throat with a final, strained moan escaping his lips, selfishly emptying himself straight into your stomach.

When he finally pulled his cock out of your mouth, tears ran your cheeks and a mix of your saliva and his cum ran down your chin and stained your blouse, already dirty from all the rolling on the floor, but now wet as well – you had no idea how you’d get back home in this state, but you didn’t necessarily want to care about it right now.

What you cared about, though, was the librarian’s relieved face as he leaned back in his chair, letting his eyes slip closed as he relaxed. You also took this time to breathe out in relief.

The kind of drowsy, hazy peace that you felt, was as if you were the one to cum yourself, and you had no idea if your body didn’t betray you like that, despite having abandoned your own pleasure a while ago. You didn’t care, though, leaning into the man’s thigh to let the high wear off and your throat to finally rest, feeling so fulfilled and at ease, finding recognition in the position you found yourself in, the mere sexual need abandoned for the sake of a deeper, darker kind of pleasure.

“You’re not so well behaved, either” you suddenly concluded, a breathy laughter echoing above you in response. You reciprocated it with your own croaky cackle, working wonders to relieve the remaining tension in the air.

You rested between the stranger’s legs for a bit longer than it would be considered appropriate, but neither of you spoke a word for the few minutes that it took to let the emotions fall down.

“I-I um, I think I need to go home” you suddenly realized, awkwardly picking yourself up and reaching for the clothes you abandoned nearby. You wouldn’t dare to look yourself in the mirror. Mere glance down made you realize your blouse needed a really good wash to get every kind of disgrace out of it.

The librarian looked at you warmly.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to return the favor?”

You bit on your lip.

“I… uh, I did enjoy it. There’s no favor to return” you announced honestly. “Maybe, uh. Maybe. Next time? If you want to ever… uh.”

The two of you patiently finished getting yourselves together, the only remains of what happened left on you – your dirty shirt, your tangled hair and reddened face, even after you wiped it with a tissue.

“You should definitely come back sometime” he stated confidently, with his eyes trained on your ruined shirt. “For example, to return my clothes, because I ain’t letting you go out like this” he added, pathing towards the backroom with you, pulling out a gray hoodie and handing it to you, which you took with gratitude, putting it on to cover whatever was left underneath.

“U-um, thanks.”

“So, um.”

“Um.”

“I think I need to close the library now” he announced, leading you towards the exit, and the two of you finally made your way out through the backdoor.

“I’ll be going, too.”

“Sure. Have a good night” he said with a warm smile, its straightforward innocence contrasting with what he’d done moments earlier in every possible way.

“You too.” You reciprocated the smile, already turning around to path your way.

But, before the two of you could walk more than a few steps apart, you suddenly stopped, struck by a realization. The librarian did the same upon hearing you shuffle, and looked at you quizzically.

“Actually” you started, your face getting even redder now. You pressed your lips together. “Actually, what’s your name?”

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[sociorafe]

could you please do a smut with Rafe x reader where Rafe is eating reader out but she can’t take the pleasure so she tries to close her legs but he doesn’t let her. I hope this is enough !!🫶🏽

super super sorry for how late i’m responding to this! but i hope you like what i’ve written for you <3

It was too much. The pleasure, the pain. Rafe was making you cross that line of pleasure where it felt too good that it begins to hurt.

Your thighs shake; your hands grip the sheets below you; your eyes roll backwards and squeeze shut simultaneously. Your nerve endings were on fire and you have to move. You have to move before Rafe makes you pass out.

“Rafe— no, Rafe, I can’t.” You shake your head, tears slowly sliding down your cheeks as Rafe slurps messily against your cunt.

The wet sound emanating from his mouth and your juices combined make your pussy leak even more arousal. Your own body betrays you.

You whimper and moan and cry. “Please.”

For a beautiful second, Rafe pulls away from you. His nose, mouth and chin all shiny from his spit and your juices. He raises an eyebrow, “Please what, baby?” He asks as if he doesn’t know you need a breather.

Your chest heaves up and down, trying to catch your breath. “Can’t anymore. Too much. Need to stop.”

He laughs, “You can’t even form proper sentences.”

You try and kick him but your legs are too weak and all Rafe does is pin both of your thighs to the bed. He keeps his hands firmly gripped so you can’t move. “Now let me finish my dessert.”

A strangled cry falls from your lips as he begins licking and sucking your overstimulated clit. Your head falls back against the pillows, your back arches off the bed. He makes you reach your climax for the third time tonight and you know you have nothing left to give.

Rafe pulls away with a smug smirk. “Look at you. So messy and fucked out. I haven’t even made you cream around my cock.”

You shake your head, “I can’t anymore. Too tingly.”

Rafe just laughs again. “You’re gonna take my cock whether you like it or not, baby. I will fuck you, and you will like it.”

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[dungeonpuppykai]

When I want to read dark fics, your writing just hits. One of my guilty pleasures recently has been dark!winter soldier stuff and I was hoping you could write one.

If you can, can you make it where Bucky is still the Winter Soldier and finds himself completely enamored with the reader. He stalks her briefly and decides he has to have her. So where it gets dark is mean, brooding soldier kidnaps reader and makes her his housewife. (I’d like to think that some of Bucky’s 40ness is still there along with some good old fashion 50s idealization where he basically molds her into being his perfect little housewife.)

He can still be with hydra or not but this thought has been buzzing around in my head recently and I personally am not good at writing dark fics.

Um, hell yes I can! Also, not me having almost exactly the same idea (it was in my drafts and I totally merged it with yours). Sorry for being late uni kicks my butt hard TT. Also, please note that this is a headcanon kind of situation type deal but apparently there's a limit to how many bullets you can put per post so that's why it looks the way it does! Hope you like it still. Unedited ❤️

Warning(s): Dubcon (just to be safe), stalking, kidnapping, housewife kink, stockholm syndrome, spanking, misogyny, domestic discipline, breeding kink (dash), age gap (I mean, man is over a century old). Contains mature content. Browse at your own discretion. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! 

You are absolutely shit faced as you stumble out the backdoor of the club with two of your girlfriends tangled around each arm. 

You are all giggling, stumbling and slurring out curses, trying to shush each other as you trudge your forms to your apartment complex that is close by because driving is obviously out of question now. 

Were it not for your overly intoxicated state, you would have totally noticed the dark silhouette that stills in the dark alley facing the backdoor. 

The man masked in the darkness tilts his head to the side as he tries to read your party, having gotten caught off guard by the sudden bursting open of the door. 

One of your friends stagger in his direction and he moves back, his labored breaths warm in his mask, watching the girl as she retches her guts out.

Silence follows the wheezes and gags of the girl.

Then there is a sound– a melody in the air.

Soldat feels something stir within himself.

Something his masters did their best to suppress. 

Not that they would be doing any more of that. 

They needed to be alive to do something like that ever again.

His eyebrows furrow as he scans your group for the source of the sound; you. 

You are laughing.

At your friend that is throwing up.

Hands clutching your hurting sides, eyes scrunched, head thrown back, flushed and sweaty face vibrant under the bright moonlight as your hair frames it in the most perfect way possible. 

A shaky breath escapes the man covered in tears and blood of his captors and oppressors.  

His eyes scan your form. 

Beautiful. 

His metal hand clenches into a fist and he makes his resolve almost instantly;

Mine.

Soldat cannot recall much of his past except for a few things like his name.

But he knows that it has been a long, long time. 

And it's time to go home.

But a home is not walls and concrete. 

It is the people that live in it. 

His head is a mess as he scales a wall and follows you to your building, skipping from roof to roof effortlessly with a careful eye on your form.

James had finally broken free against hydra yesterday morning while they were experimenting something more brutal. 

And during the following hours, all various leaders that made the organization what it was were dead.

For what is a structure without its pillars?

He had plundered them single handedly. 

And now he was a slave no more.

James would live, and he would take.

Just as had been taken from him.

You woke up the next morning, sprawled across your bed.

As you winced and sat up, you could swear you had knocked out on the couch last night. 

But since you couldn't teleport, it was probably just a gap in your memory.

Right?

The second sign was the painkillers and water next to you on the bedside table.

The third was the window of your room that was open wide.

But you shook your head as you were behind on your schedule for the day and got on with your busy university student life. 

You should have taken notice of the signs. 

How things would always somehow work out when you were struggling with some sort of a problem. 

Regardless of whatever type of an issue it was. 

Your friends joked about it as Divine Providence. 

And Divine it was, you lived to learn. 

When it happened, it wasn't after a dramatic chase or anything. 

You had simply woken up in a room you had never seen before, tucked in the bed like it had been yours for ages.

What even happened? 

You had finished an assignment before heading to bed for an early class the next morning. 

But now you were timidly surveying the room, more and more panic filling you by the passing second. 

The house is beautiful and bright outside the dark room you had woken up in, big glass windows facing tall trees and various other type of greenery outside. 

A loud gasp escaped you when you were somewhere in the middle of the living room.

You turned around to find a huge and by that you mean, giant man standing a few steps away from you.

You could swear he wasn't there a minute ago.

But now he is towering over you, head tilted to the side as if interacting with something from an outer planet, eyes scanning your form slowly. 

As if he's savouring the sight of you in a…

Your blood runs cold as you look down to realize that you are dressed in a white sundress with yellow and red flowers printed on it.

Your eyes widen in horror.

Because you had been wearing your PJs last night–

Or, rather, the last time you were awake.

Before you can say anything, he extends a hand towards you invitingly, nodding sideways to what seems to be the kitchen. 

Something in his hand glints in the sunlight coming from the windows.

It is when your panicked vision realizes that the hand and the whole arm is made up of metal, your body backs away.

With your mouth agape, you demand shakily.

"Who the hell are you?" 

He sighs. 

"What the hell is this place? Why am I here? What the fuck is going on?!"

The man's features scrunch in disapproval. 

Your choice of words is much unappreciated.

"Good little wives don't ask questions." 

In his angry, fried and entitled delusional mind you are as much in love with him as he is.

Otherwise, why would you just accept all the favours he did for you during all these months he was building a perfect home for the both of you and your future children?

He takes a step in your direction and you leap back.

After a short game of cat and mouse, you are trapped against the glass window.

He is too close. 

There is a heavy looking vase on the table next to you.

The shock on his face is evident.

He hadn't expected you, his wife, such a small and innocent girl to disrespect her husband like this. 

You whimper in horror when he doesn't budge against the decoration piece exploding against his brow bone.

James' eyes narrow as he leans in, a thick stream of blood running down the hurt side of his face.

"Bad girl" and you take off without a second thought.

Thankfully, the door is straight ahead and surprisingly unlocked.

You run without looking back. 

The man is not chasing you like you expected. 

But you don't want to stick around and find out why. 

Though the reason is soon revealed when you race through the little garden and out of the fence door. 

You are looking behind you and at the house so it is not until you are a good distance away from it do you turn your head to look ahead. 

Icy horror pierces its way down your spine.

Sand and palm trees dominate your vision as far as you can see where you are and your right side.

A devastatingly vast ocean washes the shore you are running on from the left side.

That doesn't stop you until your body gives up after a few minutes. 

You ran into the jungle for some cover.

Sobs and tears burst out of you as you collapse on a blanket of leaves.

Your body is weak and confused. 

Many hours pass.

You wander and starve.

You hide and shake.

You tip toe and give up.

There are wild animals all around you.

You can hear them.

It's terrifying. 

So terrifying that when you hear the stranger's voice some time after dusk, you are almost glad.

Are you done? His bright blue eyes that you can make out even in the dim light ask you silently. 

"How'd you even find me?" You were sure you had run a good couple miles.

He refuses to respond until you place your shaking hand in his awaiting metal one. 

"I can smell you" his accent is almost foreign as he pulls you up, frowning at your hurt bare feet. 

It took you hours to get to where you were but it only takes James a few minutes to get you back home. 

"Before I clean you up, I need to punish you." You are baffled. "Good wives don't run away from their husbands." 

He doesn't listen to any of your protests and reason that day or ever.

"Little girls don't know what is right for them. Only their husbands can decide that." 

He thoroughly washes you that night after giving you the worst spanking, paying no mind to your begging and crying.

You are sniffling as you sit on the bathroom counter wrapped up in a towel an hour later, your sore ass buzzing under you.

Your captor is kneeling in front of you as he tends to your hurt feet. 

He tells you your rules as he does so.

"First, you are to always obey me no matter what. Second, your body belongs to me as I am your husband, so you should not try to deny me of it because it will never end well for you. Third, you will respect me or you will live to learn to do so. Four, you will do your chores like a good wife and fulfill your wifely responsibilities. Five, you are to always accept your punishments and thank me for disciplining you after I am through with you, should you choose to break a rule or misbehave. Six, you will not indulge in any activity that can potentially corrupt your little mind. Seven, you will speak with respect and never out of turn. Eight, you are to always greet me when you wake up or if I have been gone a while. Nine, you can try to run. I will never stop you. But when you return home after failing, you will take your punishment obediently. Ten, you must never touch yourself. You are mine and mine alone." 

Since the spanking is still fresh on your skin you panic a little and fear forgetting them.

But you find them pasted on the fridge the following morning because he knew you were too dumb to remember them.

A few days pass before you explode about not being his wife and call him crazy.

"You weren't saying that when I did you all those favours." 

Horror dawns upon you as you realize that it was him all along.

You don't give up easily, though.

You try to run more times than you can keep count.

Every direction, every plan and every map you make proves to be useless.

Because the last time you do so, you realize that you are on a fucking island.

And since there is a dock near the house with the pantry never running low on groceries, James has a means of transport hidden somewhere is no mystery. 

But you don't know when he does it. 

So far you haven't been able to figure out a pattern. 

Either he was right about you being dumb or your captor was really good at staying one step ahead of you.

Anyways, you have no choice but to return to him crushed and sobbing as always.

He is reading something when you collapse between his legs; ready to accept your punishment as you have learnt that hiding and denying only makes it worse. 

James isn't so bad if you follow his rules. 

He is just a kidnapper and a misogynist with dangerous reflexes. 

His face is smug as he puts the book away. You have noticed that he is not as stiff and troubled as he used to be when you first woke up here months ago at this point. 

"How was it, doll?" He loves to hear you talk about it as he bruises your ass. "Any luck?" 

Today, though, something different happens.

You don't know if it's resignation and surrender finally settling in or if you have actually started to like this life.

How James gives you a nod of approval and pats your head rewardingly whenever you follow all your rules without any trouble.

The way he lets you stay up past your bed time (yes you have one because good wives are healthy for their husbands) to read a book or watch a movie.

If you were extra good and talked to him (though he was a man of a few words) and helped him out with a little farming thing he had going on in the backyard/patio, he would even let you sleep in the following morning. 

No stress or pulling yourself through classes and tight budgets.

Just being what he considered good and then whatever you would mention briefly would be in the house within the next few days.

When he is done punishing you, you thank him and apologize according to routine. But then you hug him.

You tell yourself it is due to the sad reality that your torment is your comfort.

Has to be.

You have no choice.

And then something unexpected happens in the course of the next few days. 

While trying to make the best out of this situation, you start to notice the little things, quirks and rituals, habits and mannerisms of this man. 

How he doesn't say anything if he doesn't like a certain ingredient or condiment in something you cooked but pushes it aside to use as compost later.

The way he holds you extra tight some times when he mutters a foreign language in his sleep. 

How he stares at the scary metal arm after a long day while waiting for you to finish up dinner.

Or the way he struggles to hold himself back whenever you are in a close proximity to him because you cried once he crept his hand up your ass in a sexual way. 

You don't get him sometimes.

His morals are as mysterious as him. 

Because he kidnapped you and forced you to be his wife in a '40's way, strips you to spank and humiliate you during punishments, then bathes and comforts you in his own way of silently holding you against his chest in his arms until you calm down.

Your tears don't effect him. 

But then he refuses to touch you sexually after the one time he tried.

It takes you a while to make the most peace that you can with James, but it happens eventually because you don't have a choice.  

The loneliness starts to drive you mad otherwise.

You are helping him with his farming one day when you collapse.

James isn't happy to find out that you haven't had any of your daily water intake for the day. 

After he is sure you are hydrated, it is punishment time because caring for yourself is also a rule you are supposed to never break.

Your ass is red and seething by the time he's done. Everything is pretty much routine except that you don't sit up to apologize and maybe hug him like usual.

Not even when he pats your ass to signal that he's done.

"H- Hubby?" You sniffle as you use the endearment.

It had been a proud discovery of yours.

James always gave in a little whenever you used it.

"Yes, little mouse?" You bite your lips as your thighs tremble.

Fuck.

"Y- You say we are husband and wife…"

"What about it?"

You bite your lip as you push your ass out and towards him, letting your legs part.

"Then why don't we act like it?" James is good at concealing his emotions and showing restraint.

But he can't help the way his cock hardens at the sight your pretty red thighs reveal to him.

Your perfect pussy is glistening with your creamy arousal, the entrance of your vagina blinking to indicate its need to be filled.

Fuck. 

Though James starts off small and slow with his fingers rubbing your cunt, the night ends with him balls deep into your pussy with his length rearranging your organs.

Whatever was left of you to own for him, he does so after that night.

You cannot go on for long without having some sort of physical proximity to him.

The sex is wild and it's amazing with his stamina. 

It is also instrumental in bringing you two closer than ever. 

James opens up to you slowly, but only when you ask about it.

You had done so in the past as well. 

But since it's genuine curiosity now, he feels comfortable telling you all about it.

It is a lot for you to take in and you almost don't believe him until he shows you some of his belongings from his time.

Things drift on as smoothly for a while as the waves outside your house.

And then comes the ultimate test. 

Which decides the course of your future with him.

He is still asleep one morning when you wake up.

It isn't a usual occurrence. 

But you had introduced him to comics lately and he had been obsessed with them despite claiming that they were too childish and unrealistic. 

While he had a metal arm himself…

You adjust the quilt before getting ready for the day and heading out to make breakfast. 

It is when you realize in panic that there aren't any apples left even though James had asked you to make a grocery list (that started when he started trusting you more) and you had assured him that you had enough apples for a while.

"I am gonna get the hairbrush today, I swear to God!" You mutter to yourself as you rush through the house like a headless chicken. 

Thankfully, your garden had an apple tree so you could save yourself from a breakfast spanking at the very least.

But something standing next to the dock catches your attention before you can the apples you try to budge free from their branches.

A motorboat. 

Before you can decide what you think of it, you are standing next to it on the dock.

It has fuel and a map. The key is in the ignition.

You narrow your eyes and feel your head splitting. 

A lot goes through your mind.

Flashbacks play before your eyes.

It is almost a full circle moment. 

And then you are standing in front of James who is seated on a stool next to the kitchen counter you use for dining. 

His head is lowered as he sips on his coffee and stabs at the breakfast you prepared with a fork.

"Hubby?" Your captor freezes before he slowly looks up at you. 

The blue of his eyes is troubled. He is in disbelief. As though he wasn't expecting you to be standing here.

"There is a boat outside. Do you think someone could be–" 

"You didn't leave." His voice is heavy. 

"What kind of a wife leaves her home?"

You two just stare at each other for a while. 

No words exchanged.

Then, for the first time ever, James gets up and hurriedly closes the distance between you two, enveloping you in his arms before pushing you against the wall behind you.

"I felt so angry and wronged that I thought I could take anything because I deserved it after everything that happened to me but… I love you too much, mouse."

He has never spoken this earnestly before.

"I just realized that I do too."

James kisses you passionately before you wrap yourself around him and close your eyes blissfully. 

He tightens his own arms around you gladly.

He would have hated to end up back on square one with you had you chosen to try and escape. 

The boat would have blown up a small fuse that would have been loud enough for his enhanced hearing if someone– you, were to turn the keys in the ignition.

Yes, he wasn't expecting you to be back but only too soon.

It was a test and you passed. 

As always, James stuck to his ways and rewarded you for being such a good wife. 

By giving you a ring, a new wardrobe and a baby that was the first of many to come.

.

What do you think hAH-

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[hotdamnhunnam]

On Your Knees (fic teaser)

UPDATE: This fic is now posted!

A/N: Hello my dears! It’s been a minute since I’ve posted on here. I still intend to be inactive for the most part, BUT of course Kai has stolen and broken my heart, and this “on your knees” gif struck at my inner slut 💘 So here we are! This is a teaser for a fic that will have lots of smut, while also giving Kai some backstory that I feel he deserves and I wanted to share what I’ve got so far!

“On your knees.”

It’s been forever and a day, since you last laid your eyes on Kai. Since then you’ve searched for him across the whole entire fucking sky. Whatever words you had expected him to say… you never would have dreamt of these.

On your knees.

The blood in your veins is on fire; it burns as the blue of his gaze starts to freeze. The blaze rises higher, so desperate to melt down this fortress of ice that you hadn’t believed you would find. Paid the rumors no mind—he’s a bounty hunter or a gun for hire, who would sell his soul to any well-paying buyer, or so everybody agrees—yet you’ve come here to seek out the true heart of gold that you know lies behind. But all gold can be sold and it seems that he’s taken his fees.

And now he’s set on taking whatever he damn well may please.

Your voice escapes your throat pathetically. “Kai, it’s me…”

Cocks his head. Lifts his brow. Silent laughter at what you just said. Obviously. But who you are doesn’t mean shit to him now. “Aye, I see.”

You might just choke. The heart that never once stopped beating for this godforsaken rogue just fucking broke.

He snickers down as if the beating of your heart is just a joke. The curl of those cruel lips holds even more force than his words. And that’s what brings you to your knees and makes you weak, so weak it hurts, as he comes close and rests his palm against your cheek, piercing your soul straight to the core with just one stroke.

Straight to the core. Summon what strength you have to speak, unsure whether the vows that you once made have any value anymore. “I’ve come back to you just as I swore…”

“Of course,” he utters as those ice-blue eyes seek out and strike the deepest truth in yours. “You’ve come to me just as you were before: still nothing but a worthless fucking whore.”

--- End teaser ---

If you’d like to be tagged in this fic if and when I post it, just let me know! I don’t plan to tag my full taglist since that list was from aeons ago 🙃

As always much love to all of my fellow Hunnam hoes! 💕

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[dadddybangtan]

valentine’s day sex w/ txt

pairing: txt x fem!bodied reader

cw: smut, mdni

word count: 620

a.n. happy valentine’s day, kitties

yeonjun,,,

after taking you to a romantic dinner in the city, he takes you back to his place where he’s prepared a sensual surprise. you go to his room and see his bed made with rose petals dressing the sheets. he quickly flicks on the tea lights candles, creating a gentle glow. you revel in his beautiful efforts for a moment before he kisses you and lures you into his bed. with you on top, he’ll make love to your lips and start taking off your clothes. once you’re completely naked, revealing your sexy lingerie, he flips you on your back and eats your pussy til you cum on his face. over and over again.

soobin,,,

you both had to work on valentine’s day, but he made it a goal to make it up to you. dinner at home, and wine in the bedroom. you two are watching a romantic movie until your hands start to wander. you tease his thighs and slowly inch your way up to his crotch. getting the hint, he puts your hand in his pants to make you feel his growing erection. he leans in to kiss you as you continue palming his huge cock. he gently angles your head towards his dick and you take that as a sign to deep throat your valentine.

beomgyu,,,

in typical beomgyu fashion, he’d asked you to be his valentine quite late. little did you know, he had everything planned out weeks ago. when you came over to his apartment, it was decorated beautifully with flowers and nice lighting. but there were three boxes on the table. he told you to open one of them and that’s the toy you both will be using for the night. you chose the smallest one and opened it to find the famous rose toy. “i was hoping you’d choose that one.” he said. he couldn’t wait to undress you, couldn’t wait to taste you. and when he put that rose on your clit, he was so turned on by you he fucked you til you saw hearts and stars.

taehyun,,,

he’d be touching and teasing you all night long, at dinner and at the movie. you could barely focus. all you were thinking about was his cock sliding in and out of you. so when you two finally got home and he teased you some more by drawing a bath, you were growing impatient. he made a bath with pink bath salts and rose petals, making the whole bathroom smell amazing. despite your impatience, you appreciated how thoughtful he was. you got in the bath and he joined you. right when you started to relax and take your thoughts, his hands came creeping up your thighs. his thumb started rubbing your clit. before you knew it, you were bouncing on his cock, making the bath water overflow the tub.

huening kai,,,

he spoiled you for valentine’s day every year, but when it came to sex, it wasn’t very different or special. when you finally told him this, he made it a goal to change that. he spoiled you again, a nice dinner and lots of new stuffed toys. and once the time came to make love, he brought you into the room and slammed you against the wall. his forcefulness excited you. you felt his boner from inside his pants and couldn’t wait to unwrap him. you frantically undo his pants and take them down to get a good look at his cock. as you admire it, kai picks you up against the wall and slides in length inside you. your eyes roll back as he pounds you at his mercy. this is what you’ve been begging for all these years

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[kisses4kaia]

god college!luke makes my emotions go haywire 😡😩 i’d honestly start dating someone else to spite him

you know what anon. ima need you to claim an emoji bc ur thoughts are TOO GOOD (also thank u sm for 1.5k💋)

so we’ve discussed previously that luke castellan does not get jealous easily.

however.

he never thought you would go this far. sure, you had danced on other guys at parties to get a rise out of him, maybe flirted here and there in front of him, but never this.

getting into a relationship—a serious relationship—with his frat brother? that was a new low. so what if he’d purposefully lead other girls into gross bathrooms at bar outings so you would see? this was uncalled for. how dare you?

so naturally, at your new boyfriend’s birthday party, when you’re sitting on his lap, helping him unwrap your present of a jean-paul gaultier cologne he’d wanted, luke—in classic luke fashion—thought this would be his chance. your sorority sister, drunk off of her wits—bless her heart—came up to you and whispered some slurred imperative about how you needed to get to ‘the square’.

your eyebrows furrowed at her as her eyebrows raised, questioning the significance of ‘the square’ and why the man who prompted her to ask chose there. you said no words, excusing yourself after finding her a water and alka seltzer.

“you really couldn’t help yourself, huh?” are the first words you say to luke, button up shirt open and lying on his back on the false grass. “me? you’re one to talk, sweetheart,” you rolled your eyes at his use of the nickname, crossing your arms as you stand over him.

beneath the twilight, your exposed shoulder skin glistened like the moon, just a sliver of it visible in the northern night sky. luke had obviously had something to drink or smoke, or both, because he slurred his words as he patted the turf next to him. “sit down. c’mon, like the good ol’ days,”

‘the square’ was a small patch of land in the middle area between his frat’s and your sorority’s backyards. it was insignificant to most everybody else, but you and luke had claimed it as yours on drizzly nights like these, when the owl called and adolescence snored. it didn’t even hold sexual reminiscences, for each night you spent on the square was spent just talking. he would gloat about some things he did over the summer, interrogate you on your sex life, laugh at your offense and crack bad jokes. he was the worst person to spend valuable time with, but you returned every night, nonetheless.

“i’m surprised, castellan. been here a full sixty seconds and you haven’t tried to fuck me,” you remained standing over his lax body, crossing your arms over your chest. “do you want me to try to fuck you? because i’m down,” he looks up at you with that smile of his. that toothy, million dollar, smile that reassures whomever it is on the receiving end that everything is okay and there’s not a thing to worry about.

you snort, giving in and sitting down. luke pulls you into his lap before your butt can even hit the cool grass, eliciting a yelp from you. his lips press against your shoulder, strong, warm arms wrap around your waist and you can’t help but melt into the body beneath you. “luke,” your voice is meant to be a warning, supposed to remind him and yourself that you belong to another and this was not right, but he did nothing except for hold you tighter and smile against your skin.

“he doesn’t make you feel like i do.” he spoke the words out of your mind, the voice of truth you swallowed down with a knowing conscience that it would rise to the surface eventually. this wasn’t what you wanted. your single goal wasn’t to make luke jealous, it wasn’t even to show him what he was missing. you just wanted it to be different. you wanted somebody to take you seriously enough to call you theirs.

but anybody who did wasn’t him.

“luke,” this time, you weren’t trying to ward off anything. this time, you were welcoming him and all his invasive, rude, luke-like, traits and the pain you knew would come with letting him in once more. “i know, baby, i know.” he said no further words before flipping the pair of you over and letting your back onto the ground. you focused on none else other than the feeling of his lips finally landing on yours, the trace of his fingers across your denim skirt’s hem. “can i?” luke’s fingers dipped past the fabric, drawing swirls on your skin. “mhm, yeah,” your smile is audible and spreads to luke’s lips.

if there was one thing luke always did, it was worship you. this time was no different. his lips were everywhere, and when they weren’t pecking kisses all over you, he was breathing praises like you were a mortal saint against your skin. and when he entered you, he fucked you like he couldn’t believe he got the chance to feel you again. but he knew what the outcome of this would be; of course he did.

you didn’t know him as a particularly selfish lover, but the way he chased his high, rutting his hips against yours to the point of overwhelmed stuttering suggested that to be true.

and when it was all said and done and the past hung in the air like a wonder of the world, luke stood and looked down at you like you previously did him.

“break up with him.”

“why?”

“you know why.”

there was no denying that, so you did none else than nod.

“yeah. i do.”

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[missuswalker]

𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 || 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✮ summary: after peter finishes… well, you know, he can’t stop himself from coming to see you. as if he’s not clingy enough, he can’t help but be all over you. at least he’s (trying) to sit still for once

✮ warnings: brief nsfw content, masturbation (not proofread)

✮ notes: man idk i just feel like peter is all clingy and touchy after he nuts

peter’s mind had been on you all day, trapped on the image of your hand wrapped around his cock. of course, that wasn’t exactly the case at the moment, considering it was his own hand. as he pumped himself, he tried his best to remember that little face you make when you cum. he’d been working on this problem of his for way longer than he should have, and he was searching for anything to push him over the edge.

the more he thought about you, your pretty tits, and that hella tight skirt, the closer he could feel his release building. picking up his pace, he bites back a whimper. more thoughts of you didn’t help his attempt at silence, a grunt or two escaping his lips. he pushes his head further back into his pillow, squeezing his eyes shut. free hand balled into a fist, he lets out a low moan, cumming all over his stomach and fingers.

after cleaning himself up, he stares at the photo of you two on his bedside table. he wanted to see you so bad. maybe it was just the post-nut fog, but he just needed you wrapped up in his arms. throwing on some jeans and a tshirt, he lets his mom know he’s heading out with a quick shout. he’s at you window in less than a second, sliding it open. he always told you to lock your window in case a creep decides to crawl in, but, in reality, the only creep that ever used it was him.

“hey, peter,” you greet, not even bothering to turn around. whenever your window was suddenly opened, you automatically knew it was your idiot boyfriend who could never just use the front door. “it’s not peter, it’s a scary murderer and i’m here to kill you,” he says, making a stabbing motion behind your head. “oh no,” you say, your tone bored and plain as you continue to study for your exams.

peter rolls his eyes, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “not happy to see me?” he teases, his lips connecting with the smooth skin of your neck. you push his face away, writing something down in a tiny notebook, papers scattered across your desk. “i’m studying,” you respond, eyes locked on your notes. his mouth is back on your neck immediately, despite you having just pushed him away.

“come on, babe, let’s hang out, you can study later, yeah?” he hums, nibbling right below your jaw. he absolutely would not be giving up, and you knew it. turning around in your chair, you look up at the silver-haired boy, giving an agitated look. he only gives back an innocent smile, pulling you up by your hand. “why are you so adamant on hanging out specifically right now,” you groan, allowing him to lead you to your bed. “no reason.”

pushing you down onto your unmade bed, he jumps, landing beside you. “hey, hot stuff,” he grins, posing with his face resting in the palm of his hand. “hey, dipshit,” you say in an overly-lovey tone, sarcasm evident in your dramatic smile. “you love me,” he laughs, pulling you into his arms, ruffling your hair. “sometimes,” you joke back, feeling less aggravated at your distraction of a boyfriend. he smiles, his face finding a place in the crook of your neck.

“mm, missed you,” he hums, taking a deep breath. you grin, playing with his hair. “i missed you, too.” he kisses your shoulder multiple times, moving up your neck and jaw. “i love you,” he continues, his lips lingering on your cheek. “i love you, too,” you snort, furrowing your eyebrows at his overly-affectionate behavior. eventually he settles, his leg bouncing a bit as he lays next to you, arms loose around your waist. “don’t fall asleep,” you tell him, trying to get a look at his face. “i’m not asleep,” he grunts, though it was clear he was about to be.

“yeah, okay.”

“i’m not.”

“shut up.”

short and sweet, i love him sm

(send in requests, i beg)

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[lovergonebad]

Stupid Smile ~ *Huening Kai*

Summary: It was a long and frustrating day at work. All you wanted to do was sleep. However, your adoring boyfriend decides he needs to make to dinner for you with a flash of that stupid smile of his that makes you weak...

Pairing: Huening Kai X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 701

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

Taglist: @plutonieve​

It had to have been the worst day in the world. Work was awful, people were awful, life was awful. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another. It almost felt like the universe had it out for you, throwing everything your way to kill you. Yet somehow, through sheer will or pure spite, you managed to make it through the end of your work day.

Entering your apartment, you slouched against the door and heaved a heavy, tired sigh. Kicking off your shoes, you put your keys, bag, and jacket away. Your eyes didn’t want to stay open and your bones were tired. However, you knew you should at least eat something and shower before trying to sleep such an awful day away.

At least that’s what you thought before your ears finally started working again and you could hear someone in your kitchen. Well, wasn't this a surprise. You thought you banned him from the kitchen last time?

“Hey! I’m making dinner.” Your boyfriend and roommate, Kai, called out.

“You really don’t have to.” You tried to yell back, but you were so tired that you weren’t sure he heard you.

He peeked around the corner with a bright smile for you from under his chocolate bangs. “Don’t worry about a thing! I have it all under control.”

“I can’t help but worry. You’re the one who's in the kitchen, thinking he can cook.”

Kai pouted. “Hey! I can do this! I’ve been practicing a lot recently!”

You sighed. You didn’t have any fight left in you anymore after the absolutely awful day you had. Mumbling to yourself, you said, “I’m going to shower.”

“Alright, take your time. Everything will be done by the time you get out.”

Trudging to the bathroom, you dragged yourself into the shower. You had to admit, the warm water and the sweet soap you liked did help a little. Another thing that gave a boost to your mood was slipping on some super soft, comfy clothes. It helped your brain realize it was the end of the day and it was time to relax finally. Nevertheless, you were still insanely tired and stressed about what happened earlier today and what was to come tomorrow. Not that you could do anything about it right now.

With a sigh, you returned to the kitchen to see Kai finishing dinner up. As soon as he heard you, he looked over at you with those sparkly eyes you just adored. However, you knew he had a little trick up his sleeve.

Trying to point menacingly, you said, “Don’t do it. You better not do it.”

But he did it anyway.

The biggest, brightest, sweetest smile he could muster graced his face.

And that’s all it took for you to melt.

You couldn’t help but smile back at him, a large portion of the weight on your shoulders evaporating into thin air as you looked at him. You felt so much better now and it was all from your boyfriend's magical smile. If he knew about the power he held over you because of that smile, you were done for.

“Are you ready to eat?” He asked.

When you nodded, he grabbed the food and kissed your cheek before heading towards the living room. “Well follow me then. Your gourmet dinner awaits.”

You sighed, following behind him. “You know I hate it when you smile at me like that.”

“What? Like this?” He flashed that smile again and you felt your knees almost buckle.

“Yes! That! Don’t do that!”

“Aww, but it’s so cute seeing you all flustered like this.” He cooed. “Especially since you like to tease me all the time! It’s just payback, that’s all.”

Heaving a dramatic sigh, you curled up on the couch and pouted. Kai mimicked your pouty look as he handed you your dinner for the evening. “Don’t be so dramatic, love. You still adore me, you know.”

“I suppose I do.”

“Suppose?”

With a chuckle, you kissed his cheek and grinned as his own cheeks dusted with red that complimented his hair and his eyes so beautifully. “Yes, I do love and adore you, Mr. Huening Kai.”

“Eat your dinner already.”

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[yes-divine-ruler]

Hi just wanted to say I absoloutely adore your blog, you are so talented!

I was wondering if you could perhaps do prompt no.25 with Kai.

Thank you so much.

love u tysm !!!! <3 I’m blushin like crazy 🤭🥹

Kai Anderson Smut Drabble

Prompt 25: “First one to cum is a loser”

Kai pounds into you mercilessly from above you, tucked between your shaking thighs with sweat dripping from his forehead. His eyes are squeezed shut and his jaw goes slack as he feels the pulse of your walls around his sensitive cock.

“Don’t stop, oh my god, just like that!” You’re withering away beneath him, clutching onto his bare shoulders with your fingers dug into his pale skin.

“I could do this all day sweetheart,” Kai brings his face to yours and kisses your lips, “don’t forget, first one to cum is a loser.”

You didn’t know how long you could last. The tip of Kai’s cock brushed against that spongey spot inside you time and time again, the lewd squelching sounds of your cunt only a small indicator that you were close.

“Kai! That’s not- that’s not fair,” you gasp as Kai places his wet fingers over your clit, applying pressure and circling your arousal around the sensitive bud.

He lets out a dark chuckle, slowing his movements for only a second. It was still enough time for you to switch your positions, using your legs to flip yourself over. Now sitting on top, you could control the situation much better.

Kai’s big hands plant firmly on your hips.

“Smart little girl, aren’t you?” One of his hands travel up the side of your body until his fingers are sensually pinching your nipple.

“First one to cum is a loser,” you mock Kai in a whisper, trailing kisses down the stubble on his jaw as you begin to move your hips.

“Fuck,” Kai groans, guiding your hips with his hands as you rise and fall on his cock, the swell of your tits bouncing every-time you’d slam yourself down onto him.

You lay with your chest flush with Kai’s, your arms tucked beneath his head as you bury your face in his neck, biting down on your lip and trying not to let go.

Your slick was trickling down Kai’s cock and making a mess on his thighs. Kai’s breathing picked up pace, heavily panting with every movement you’d make. You’d almost had him, until his hands forced your hips down onto his cock as far as they would go, and his tip nudges against your cervix.

You scream, trying your hardest to lift yourself up and away from his bruising force.

“It’s not that easy,” Kai coos, flipping you over once more so you’re on your back, “I always win.”

Kai drives himself deep into you, your legs now folded up to your chest. You’re spread out for him just the way he likes it, giving him access to your poor, swollen clit.

“No! Nonono!” You whine, finding it futile to cry and move away.

“I know you wanna cum doll, just let go,” Kai torments you, watching his cock slide in and out of you and his thumb brush against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“I almost- had you- oh fuck! Kai-“

“That’s it baby, cum on my cock,”

Ready to accept your losing title , you finally let go, not being able to contain your moans as the unbearably tight, hot coil in your abdomen snaps, and a tingling heat spreads across your body.

“Oh fuck, that’s my girl,” Kai takes his time to thrust in and out of you, the creaminess of your release coating his cock and making everything ten times more sensitive.

“Who’s my little loser? Told you I’d win,” Kai teases you, before he can finally stop edging himself and release himself inside you.

“Shut up,” you grumble, your eyes heavy from being so fucked out. You barely register what’s going on before he’s cumming, using your weak and sore body at his disposal.

“Feels so good to win,” Kai whispers against your lips, capturing them in a soft kiss before he’s pulling out of you, letting his cum run down your sopping cunt and stain the sheets beneath you.

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