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justwritedreams · 4 months

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Irreplaceable | Kun

Pilot!Kun x Reader, soldier au

Word count: 1592 Genre: Fluff, action. Author: maari Warnings: mentions of military exercises and Kun being kind of angry bc that's hot Note: This is so short, I'm sorry 🥺 but it's my first story with him so I hope you like! Request: Could you please write something with Kun (WAYV/NCT) with him being a plane pilot? Idk, Top Gun Maverick vibes?

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Y/N adjusted her sunglasses better on her face while a smile played across her face, she saw her boyfriend looking for her on the beach and almost laughed when she saw him confused.

But she genuinely laughed when a much older woman approached him. Even from afar she could see the bad intentions of the woman who even caressed his arm.

Kun was already an extremely attractive man, with the air force uniform and the Ray Ban attracting everyone's eyes even more.

But she had no reason to be jealous, firstly because she knew he loved her, secondly because the scene was very funny.

She bit her lip to hold back a laughter as he politely walked away from the woman, saying something to her and looking around.

Y/N decided to help him, she came out from under the umbrella she was in and waved her hand to get her boyfriend's attention.

Not only did it work, but she also saw his relieved smile and without waiting he started walking towards her. As soon as he got close, Y/N threw herself into his lap, hugging his waist with her legs and his neck with her hands.

Kun smiled widely as he held her by her thighs.

“Are you laughing?” he asked in disbelief.

“Another fan approaching you?” She smiled evilly.

He shook his head.

“I love my job but going out in uniform has its downsides.”

It wasn't the first and probably wouldn't be the last time he was stopped by someone, whether to flirt or thank him for his service and effort.

"Oh really?" She looked him up and down. “I don’t see any disadvantages.”

She bit her bottom lip and Kun threw his head back, laughing.

“I'm going to start thinking you're only with me because of my uniform.” he said before touching their foreheads and placing a peck on her.

“That’s one of the reasons.” She caressed the back of his head, laughing.

Kun took the opportunity to go back under the umbrella and sat down on the sand with Y/N still in his lap, she then buried her head on his shoulder.

She wanted to make the most of what little time they had before he went back to base.

“Are you going to watch training today?” He asked, rubbing her back.

“I went last week.” she remembered. “Your commander is going to fight me, I’m not leaving the base.”

“I train better when you watch me.” He admitted, smirking.

She raised her head and looked at him, she wanted to bite his cheeks, which were turning pink, but she just squeezed them with her hands.

“If it’s for the good of the aeronautics then okay, I’ll go.” She moved closer to place a kiss on the tip of his nose.

“I will train with the new soldiers and we will have an international team to train with.” he began to speak, excitedly.

Y/N paid attention to what her boyfriend was saying, focused on the way he looked so happy as he shared it with her. She stroked his short hair.

She liked listening to him talk, the way his dimples appeared when he smiled made Y/N smile too.

They stayed on the beach for a while, before Y/N gave him a ride to the base. When they arrived hand in hand while Kun carried the suitcase in the other hand, they greeted the soldiers who passed by them and Kun turned to kiss her lips softly when he saw the commander ahead.

“See you in a bit, sweetheart.” he smiled and kissed her once more.

“Fly, my indomitable wing.”

Kun laughed and she watched him walk over to the commander, where he saluted.

Y/N had a silly smile on her lips and saw when the commander started walking towards her.

“Y/N, it’s good to see you again.” he greeted her and she quickly bowed.

“I say the same, Commander.”

“Come to watch the training again?”

“If I can, of course.”

He indicated for her to start walking and as soon as she did, he started walking beside her.

“You’re not supposed to.” She looked at him, scared. “But Kun trains much better when you’re at base, so I’ll allow it.”

She nodded and smiled restrainedly, following the commander to the communications room where they would have access to the aircraft's radios and built-in cameras.

Y/N was used to it, she already knew that aircraft 3 was his and focused on the camera, watching him put on his helmet. She couldn't contain her happiness at seeing him do what he loved so much.

She was anxious about training and missions, but she always believed him when he promised that he would return in one piece and well.

Kun was a responsible and committed soldier, he had a leadership spirit that infected others.

And even the training he took seriously, he prepared himself very well for the exercises. Flying was his life.

Y/N followed his career so much that she knew the basics of the exercises, if anyone walked in there would mistake her for someone on the team.

It was routine training so there wasn't much new, the training, the instructions were always the same.

However, when a soldier from the international team made a risky move with the airship, Y/N saw Kun's expression change.

He wasn't just serious, he was angry and she knew very well why, any kind of accident or something like that would be his responsibility, after all he was the team leader. And the foreign team was probably not paying attention to their safety.

Y/N frowned when she saw her boyfriend's airship perform a dangerous stunt and glared at the commander.

He didn't seem at all calm about it.

“Was he supposed to do that?” she asked quietly, seeing the commander shake his head.

“It’s getting a little too risky.” he said.

She tried not to show her concern, she trusted her boyfriend but she knew how he felt when a soldier from abroad didn't follow what was agreed and he felt obliged to show why they were following protocol.

She couldn't say that she hadn't felt her heart stop in her mouth every time his airship spiraled in the air or when it got too close to the other ones, both his own team and the other.

She only felt a little calmer when the exercise was over and the airship began to turn around to land at the base.

Y/N left the room along with the commander and the rest of the team monitoring the exercise, a little further back as she heard the noise of the airship getting closer and closer, ready to return to the ground once again.

When this happened, she was already outside and saw the soldiers leaving one by one and recognized her boyfriend from afar, holding his helmet.

She stiffened and hurried forward when she saw Kun quickly walk over to another soldier, holding him by the collar of his uniform after dropping his helmet on the ground.

Y/N's eyes widened when she saw her boyfriend glowering with hatred while shaking his colleague.

“Listen, Simpson, if you do that again in my territory…” the other soldiers also approached to push the two away. “I swear I will shoot down your aircraft in the air.”

“Stop being nervous, Qian. It was part of the protocol.”

“Part of protocol to almost rip off the left wing of my airship?!” he questioned irritably and shook the soldier once again, who simply laughed ironically.

“That’s enough, you two!” The commander ordered and the two walked away. “Get out of my yard before I make you two load the fuel for all the aircraft.”

The two looked at each other irritated and left in opposite directions after saluting their superior.

Y/N observed the scene a little further back seriously and with her arms crossed, her boyfriend walked towards her while his face softened when he saw her there.

"My angel." he said as soon as he was close enough to stretch his arms out to her.

However, before she threw herself into his arms, Y/N threw a stinging slap at his arm which he dodged, complaining.

"Ouch! What was this?" he asked, confused.

“You scared me, you know?” she complained. “My leg went wobbly three times thinking you were going to fall with that thing from the sky!”

He laughed softly and approached her, hugging her around the waist.

“I knew what I was doing.”

She continued to stare at him, angry.

“I will never see your training again, it’s decided.”

"You sure?" He asked, raising his eyebrows and she narrowed her eyes. “I didn’t fall because I knew you were waiting for me.”

“Shhh.” she brought her cold hand to his mouth, shushing him. “Don’t even say that as a joke.”

He moved closer to place a kiss on the top of her head.

“I would never leave you!” he said and she suppressed her silly smile.

“You better!" She pouted. “You look too handsome in uniform and fighting with someone for me to lose.”

He pretended to be offended.

“Ah, so that’s all there is to it?”

She smiled mischievously and brought her hand to the back of his head.

“Of course not, you fool.” she caressed his skin, watching him close his eyes at the affection. “You are unbearable but you are irreplaceable.”

“I’ll show you what’s unbearable at home.”

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dr-qian · 4 months

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backburner // q.k

kun x reader

"hey, i want that"

i told him while pointing at the lonely chips bag lying flat in the shelf on front of me.

it seems like people did not bother to buy it today, i don't know if it's because they don't like the flavor or it's just gonna expire soon.

either way, i'll take it home 'cause I pity it. like how i should be for myself.

"take it if you want it, i'll pay for it anyway" he mumbled the last part, and I chuckled.

and then suddenly i jumped on his back and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"you serious?" i asked as I squished my cheek onto his.

"get off me" he said while quietly laughing, pushing me off his back, conscious that the few customers there could see us like that.

so I granted his wish and hopped down. i'm still smiling.

"yeah, i'm serious, just take what you want..." he said while continuing to roam around the aisles.

and so i got what i want...

"how about you? are you going to get something?"

"i'm good with this" he lifted the coca-cola can in his right hand.

We walked towards the sleepy cashier near the exit, suddenly jolting up when he heard the sound of the can landing on the marbled counter.

then i started staring at his face while he fishes for his brown wallet in his jeans' pocket.

and i stared.

"hey, let's leave now" kun snapped his fingers on front me, stopping me from staring at him too much.

he's used to it. i'm used to it. so it doesn't really matter i guess...

he was about to lead me out of the store, carrying the paper bag, when suddenly raindrops started pouring.

"shit, let's just stay here for a while..." he told me, pushing me gently back inside the store.

i said nothing as I went back to looking at his face.

"you know, your staring won't change anything between us..." he finally looked at me, then looked out the glass window walls to see if the rain finally stops.

"i'm sorry i can't help it, it just gets worse everytime i'm with you..." i mumbled the last part.

suddenly, the floor is so pretty to look at.

i felt that he looked at me again, taking a long pause before saying the next brutal words for me.

"you know i'll never be in love with you, right?"

shit. uhh, that hurts. like really fucking hurts.

i nodded in agreement.

"i hate that you keep torturing yourself for this..." he said to me. pitying me for what i am to him

"no, don't be...I...I'm just hoping that we w-would continue being friends like, this..I" a tear accidentally came out of my eye as I tried to explain it to him.

he stood there in silence.

"I just still want to be someone you can lean on to, even if you don't really like me back or anything, no, I...just want to be your friend..."

now i can't stop my tears from coming out. i'm glad that the cashier finally gave in and slept so he wouldn't hear me sobbing at the corner because of the man right beside me.

i can't really look at him straight in the eyes because he's going to hurt me more, so my eyes just wandered everywhere around the store, avoiding his..face.

i know that kun doesn't really know how to react to this, to me.

so he just pulled me by the hand to keep me close to him, my left cheek on his chest as he rubbed up and down my back to calm me down from crying.

my hands gave in to him, and weakly held onto the hem of his shirt to keep him close to me even more.

and it helped me calm down, but the pain of it was still lingering inside me...

and i'm already okay with that.

now playing: backburner by niki

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00127am · 2 months

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qian kun & gn! reader about summer heat, sharing a bed, non-sexual intimacy, roommates who are “just friends,” lowercase intended word count 2K words

JULY 26 87 degrees 📀 小雨天气 by 苡慧, 嘿人李逵, 十七草

“it’s hot”

your words are just short of a half-hearted groan, slipping through the abrupt ruffle of the sheets as you (poorly attempt) to desperately kick off the comforter from the expanse of your legs. it only takes a second before you're arching your back in the fashion of a cat, stretching out your limbs in search of the only untouched portion of the mattress, toes straining and muscles tight. and when you do find it, relishing in the cold relief of the unexplored fabric, it's a feeling nothing if not short lived, stifled by the heat of your roommate's breath fanning against the side of your neck and the brush of his knuckles against the bare skin of your stomach.

"you’ve said that,”

his reply is spoken in a low, quiet inflection. one barely above a whisper, and yet with the lack of distance, one which deceivingly sounds much louder. kun's words are partnered with the motion of his legs as he attempts to shift to something akin to what you assume to be a more comfortable position--knees knocking against your own and hand retracting from your torso as if he was scalded. cheeks burnt a rosy red, rivaling the heat of summer as he pushes his hair back upon his head with an impassive undertaking.

“i’ll keep saying it,”

he huffs and despite the darkness of the room, you know he's shooting you an incredulous expression. “that won’t make it any less hot,”

“you know what would make it less hot,” you words are acute--directed at him with a acumated accuracy--as you angle your head upwards, slightly grazing his chin as you narrow your eyes at the shadowed frame of his silhouette.

it takes him a moment to find the words, to compose himself enough to muster an actual answer other than an audible gulp. an embarrassingly loud response doubling as a last ditch effort to relieve the sudden dryness in his mouth. “what?”

“if you got out of my bed,”

the noise that leaves kun's mouth can be likened more to a whine than anything else, the hand previously laying upon his forehead falling to rest upon his eyes. “it’s too hot in my room,”

you raise a brow, lips parted and tongue lifted against the sharpened point of canines. your words are drawled, consumed by a sarcasm otherwise suffocated by the casual tone of affection. “so your solution is to sleep in a twin sized bed with your roommate?”

kun's quick to jump to his own defense, parting his fingers and snapping his gaze towards your own. an undertaking which he ultimately, immediately regrets within the first fraction of a second, seeing far too much of those pretty eyes of yours for his voice to remain steady. it takes all his effort (and a calculated cough from the back of his throat) to beholden any shred of faux apathy--lips pursed before reluctantly curving into the beginnings of his softly enunciated consonants. “the couch is uncomfortable,”

a noise that can only ever be interpreted as disbelief is quick to leave your ajar mouth. “more uncomfortable than sleeping on top of me?”

he hesitates, swallowing quickly only to part his lips in the swift beginnings of a further explanation. one that begins only to end with the tensing of his jaw, before repeating the process three times over until your roommate is positively confident that any and all arguments are utterly incomprehensible and inconclusive. he intends to think up some witty remark, something to have you grinning and pushing back on his shoulder (he loves that habit of yours, though ten would argue that kun seems to love everything about you... ) but the only clever rebuttal he summons is:

“… yeah?”

you laugh and for the moment, for the split second in time which his ears ring from the airy, tired expression of your continued amusement at his own expense--he's holding nothing but a puffed up pride from his not-so-witty, very-much-not-so-clever response. (speaking of ears ringing, he might have tinnitus. is it possible to contract it from long term exposure to a roommate who sends him into something just short of cardiac arrest?)

"you don't sound very confident," your tone is a whisper away from mockery, flashing him that crooked and right leaning smile that hes found to be burned into his memory (so burned in fact that even the sher recollection of it makes him feel as if he has been set alight, pun intended). he only hums in return, a reply that spells out defeat in every way but overt words.

and for a few moments, with the lull in your usual back and forth, you're met with nothing but the steady inhale and exhale of your counterpart and the accompanying song of cicadas which thrums through the open windows. it's within this intermission that you find yourself growing ever warmer. though you can't be too sure if it was from the humid heat of july or the ever decreasing distance between you and your roommate--however, you find it safest to assume the former (despite all signs pointing to the latter).

the comfortable silence between the two of you is interrupted only by the shift of your frame, flipping over to face him with a sluggish roll of your shoulders. you're much closer than before, albeit there's more of you on the bed now then off of it, and you tense--body pressed gingerly against his own in a far from subtle affection that has kun about to drop dead on the spot. it's a touch which lingers, as if you're testing the waters, waiting for the inevitable, brash jerk of his stature that never seems to come. "i don't mind it,"

"me? or the heat?"

your answer follows instantly, like you were expecting the question. a reply made with no hesitation, almost as if there was no thought behind it at all. "the heat,"

"and me?" you've known kun long enough to be familiar with the slight tremble in the inflection of his voice, the way his tone darts upwards at the end of his sentences and the nervous swallow between each word. all things present here, all found within two measly syllables--spoken with such an unbridled anticipation that you nearly kiss him tell him then and there (perhaps you're getting overheated, a twin bed is much, much too small).

"honest answer? or a funny one?"

kun pauses, tongue caught between puffy lips as he considers his options. his eyes roll over the details of the ceiling, carefully selecting his vocabulary and drawing out his response for fear of all the wrong words spilling out. words that detail just exactly how much you've occupied his every waking thought, that express in every detail how he's thinking of you right now (a series of sentiments that are in no shape or form anything that just a roommate would feel). "funny, then honest,"

you shrug, shoulders brushing against his own as you offer him a seemingly disinterested countenance--one disrupted only by the slightest, upwards tug at the corner of your lips. "you're tolerable,"

he scoffs, thrusting an accusatory finger in your direction. one that begins with a high velocity only to falter backwards, much to close to nearly poking out your eye. the proximity is unprecedented, intimate, and he finds himself struggling to adjust to it (though he'd like too, get used to it that is--a thought that has the tip of his ears painted a charming shade of crimson). "if i'm tolerable, i can't imagine what ten is to you,"

you laugh and once more, kun finds himself attempting to commit it to memory. there's something different about it here, perhaps the closeness, perhaps the muddied humidity of the weather thats drenched itself over your sickeningly sweet, songbird intonation. or perhaps it's the way he can feel your chest shake with the vibrado of your entertainment or the details of your face (the way your eyelashes stick to your cheek, the crease of your brow, and the soft crescents that tug at the corner of your eyes). "do you really want to know?"

your tone is playful, question poised in between the beginnings of your snickering. a reception originated from the soft snarl on your roommate's lips and the ever-obvious widening of his eyes. an expression all too familiar in the confines of conversation about ten lee. the same ten lee who is a little too sweet on you for kun's liking and whom you seem to favor more than anyone else in your apartment's social circle. the same ten lee who knows this fact drives kun up the wall (and then some) and who uses this to his utter advantage (and amusement).

"no, no, don't tell me," kun corrects (though his dismissal sounds as if it's a hair away from begging) with the click of his tongue and a lazy flick of his wrist, waving off your taunt with no more than a dissatisfied huff, "i don't want to hear it,"

you quirk a brow, tongue pressing against the inside of your cheek (another habit that kun is endeared too, one that makes his head spin and his knees feel weak). "afraid it's something good?"

his answer is immediate, an earnest confession made with no equivocation but only the barest bones of irritation (one garnered from the thought of your affection being directed at the cat-like blonde rather than himself ... completely normal for roommates, right?). "yes,"

in every depiction of how this conversation was going to go, you certainly never expected a straightforward, blunt answer from kun. or at least, not one that made your stomach plummet to your knees and your heart beat five times too fast. you might be suffering from a rapidly onset case of heat exhaustion, maybe sun poisoning? one look at his expression--eyes half lidded and brows furrowed to sit upon the slender bridge of his nose--says otherwise.

perhaps it's his own searing honesty (one that makes you feel much hotter than the weather does) or the soft, ardent tone of his reply but you find yourself posing him another question--one framed around a quieter, more tender lilt. "well do you want your honest answer?"

"as long as it's better than ten's,"

in any other scenario, you would jump at the chance to tease him. to hold his schoolboy-esque jealously over his head in a light-hearted triumph. to bring it up in any and every further conversation, only for the sake of pricking at his pride and to earn nothing but taunting grins and laughter from yourself. but when you try, when the words lay on the tip of your tongue ready to be spat out with a dizzying purr, you find yourself unable to find them. or say them. or anything with the way he's looking at you. an expression that screams impatience and an adoration that goes straight to your head--dizzying you to a degree of nausea (or butterflies fluttering against the walls of your stomach, the more likely yet less inclined explanation).

"i think you're my favorite,"

kun blinks slowly at you, tilting his head on his shoulder to get a better look, to determine if you were teasing (an outcome he dreads more than honesty). there's a smile toying at the edges of his lips, pulling up into a softened, tired grin. black eyelashes fawn against his cheeks, strands of platinum blonde falling before his eyes as he speaks. "your favorite what? roommate? because you only have on--"

"everything,"

you think you can pinpoint the exact moment when his breathe catches in his throat, a short-lived, choked sputter of a response that drags both him and you into an underlying, all consuming silence. one interwoven with the trill of the cicadas and the trembling, spontaneous steps of the curtains, locked in an undying trot with the july breeze.

"it's hot,"

you huff. "i've been saying that,"

he shifts, dropping his hand from his face to rest upon yours. it's a movement made with no indecision, no pause or procrastination. a gentle, delicate endearment emphasized by the threading of his fingers between your own. kun's words are quiet, a clarifying correction that only serves to worsen the flustered state of his countenance. "i feel hot,"

"yeah," you return, squeezing his hand against your own, "me too,"

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🗯️ if there are ever two things i am absolutely obsessed over and crushed by, it's kun and summer. the latter of which everyone on this account is about to be made painfully aware of with the 10+ timestamp works in progress in my drafts that are all summer centered. i'm so endeared to kun, i am just so fond of him (·•᷄∩•᷅ ) so i hope that (and the sweetness of the mundane) was conveyed well here. this was also supposed to be no more than a couple hundred words ... but it's practically a short form (ง ͠ಥ_ಥ)ง i got a little overtaken by it ...

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jaehyunsbreadbasket · 7 months

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WayV as Subs

Kun:

-He's such a pleasure sub

-Use him for whatever you want, let him give you all he has. You are his one priority

-Lives off of praise, wants nothing more than to know that you're liking everything he's doing

-Open to trying new things whenever you wanna get experimental, he'll do anything at least once

-Likes to roleplay a lot (extra points if you have costumes!)

Chittaphon (Ten):

-The biggest brat in the whole world

-Teasing you constantly, pushing your buttons every chance he gets

-He looooves to be punished so he'll do anything to push you over the edge

-Talks so much shit like you're not the one in control of every ounce of pleasure he gets, then acts surprised and offended when he doesn't get what he wants from you

-"What'd I do?" when he knows good and goddamn well what he did

-Will actually drive you insane

Sicheng (Winwin):

-He's so sensitive

-Everything has to go really really slow or he could easily get overstimulated

-He's literally the prettiest boy in the world and loves dressing up in the cutesy things you buy him. He's a vision in baby pink lingerie

-Choked up whimpers when you're pleasuring him, but he's really good at staying quiet for the most part

-Has a surprisingly dirty mouth on him and will sometimes talk like he's the one in charge even though you have him wrapped around your finger

Dejun (Xiaojun):

-Your whiney baby

-Cries a lot

-He always gets so shy and embarrassed when he's subby, he can't even believe he likes the shit he does himself

-Tries to maintain his manners and modesty while you're knuckle deep in his ass

-The type to protest every crazy thing you ask of him, then comply seconds later because both of you know what he really wants

-Give him all the praise in the world or he'll start to feel awkward quickly

Kunhang (Hendery):

-Misbehaves on accident cause he always forgets the rules

-It's fine though cause he likes certain punishments you give him. Hours of edging? Fine by him! Tying him up and forcing him to watch you fuck yourself? Count him in!

-Lowkey a cuck, like the thought of you degrading him while you let someone else fuck you gets him GOING

-Open communication with each other about new things you wanna try and your comfortability doing certain things

-He picks the craziest safe words ever, some shit like "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious," tf?

-He also likes to have a new one every time cause he thinks they're fun to come up with

Yangyang:

-Surprisingly obedient

-Like you'd never guess how good he is for you

-He likes to talk a big game in public and before you guys start fucking but one little touch and he's like putty in your hands

-Always begging you for something, whimpering "Please, please!" until he doesn't even know what he's asking for anymore

-Occasionally has an attitude with you but corrects himself real quick because he hates punishments. The thought of not being able to touch you makes him check his behavior as soon as he gets out of line

-Really just the sweetest baby ever

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writemekpop · 8 months

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Get Lucky | Qian Kun

Summary: When things start to get sexy with your new date Kun, he gets scared.

Genre: Drunk!Kun, fluff

Word Count: 0.6k

“You know… I’m a teeny-weeny bit DRUNK,” Kun whispered, pressing his palms to his cheeks.

You looked at Kun’s glazed-over hazel eyes, his cheeky grin, the way his normally perfect hair was in disarray.

“No shit, Sherlock,” you said, laughing.

Kun leant down and captured his pink curly straw between his lips. He sucked long and slow on his pina colada, his eyes never leaving yours.

The way he looked at you made your entire spine tingle.

You fanned yourself. “Is it just me, or is it getting hot in here? What do you say we take this somewhere else… like my place?”

Kun stared deep into your eyes. He reached his hand forwards, and tentatively, touched your thigh.

You could have moaned in pleasure. This was your third date, and you’d only pecked him on the lips once. You were dying for more.

He smiled bashfully. “I have to admit, the thoughts I am having right now are not very... gentlemanly.”

You leaned towards him, smirking. “Good thing I don’t want a gentleman.”

Kun touched the hem of your skirt. He couldn’t meet your eyes.

“What do you say we…” he mumbled. But then a Rihanna song started playing, and the other people in the bar cheered so loud it drowned his voice out.

“What did you say?” You shouted over the thumping bass. “I can’t hear you!”

Kun looked around, as if contemplating whether to repeat himself. Then, he shook his head and stood up.

He pulled on his jacket. “I just remembered… I’ve got a very important meeting in the morning. I’ve got to go!”

You frowned. “But tomorrow’s Sunday! Wait!”

But it was too late, because Kun had disappeared.

You stumbled into your apartment, alone, and even more drunk.

Your kitten, Baghira, mewled.

You knelt down and stroked her black fur.

“It’s just like my mum,” You sniffed. “Why does everybody leave me?”

Just then, you heard a knock on your door.

You pulled the door open and saw Kun. He looked handsome, with his deep dimples and plump lips. His face was tinged a deep red.

“Kun? What are you doing here?” Your heart started to pound.

Kun straightened himself up, brushing the dust from his jacket.

“Y/n, I’m sorry for running away like that. It was rude. I do want to be with you, it’s just… it’s just.” He sighed.

Kun pulled his hand out from behind his back and gave you a bar of Twix. You looked at him quizzically.

He pouted. “I wanted to get you flowers, but the only thing open this late was the vending machine.”

You giggled, swooning internally. Then you remembered how he’d ditched you, and the feeling vanished.

“I really am sorry,” Kun said, tugging a hand through his deep black hair. “I left because… everything was happening so fast. I want us to be more than some random hook-up.” He met your eyes. “When I make love to you, I want to do it right. I want it to mean something.”

You nodded. “If we’re gonna sleep together, let’s do it properly. Girlfriend and boyfriend.”

Kun grinned. “So… can I come in?”

“I’ll give you one last chance – but only coz you’re hot,” you said, shaking your head. You stepped to the side to allow him in.

Kun walked in and pulled you towards him. He kissed your lips softly. “I promise you won’t regret this,” he whispered.

Your heart thumped. “I know I won’t.”

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ilwonuu · 26 days

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kun being all soft with you and his members seeing it and making fun of him for it

yes yes thank you for ur request!! i need to see more kun stuff so thank you sm for this. i love this little drabble!!! lmk what u think<3

soft spot for you

↬ qian kun

𓇚 pairing- idol!kun x fem!reader, friends or lovers?????

𓇚 warnings- not much just mentions how soft he is for u<3, yangyang & ten annoying kun!!!, lmk if i missed something

𓇚 a/n- help i literally said idk if i was gonna post something else but i literally forgot i had this ready to post???? my brain is all over anyways hopefully i will post the hongjoong fic tonight but if not def tmr!!! ily all<3

kun has always been nice and polite to everyone but especially with you. always doing things for you that he wouldn’t for his members.

yangyang brought it up to him as ten just watched like it was the most entertaining thing. kun shook off yangyang teasing remarks. yangyang claiming how sweet he is to you and not to them.

his fake pouts just making kun more annoyed with his remarks. “it’s just- not true.” kun looks away from boy with hopes to change the subject.

“you know it’s not a bad thing- i bet she thinks it cute.” ten chimes in, trying to make him feel somewhat more comfortable but his mocking tone doesn’t really help.

“you guys are seriously annoying! i don’t- i just have a soft spot for her.” he admits sitting back in his seat with a sigh. “finally you admit it. we know! we can see with how cute you are to her aw so cute.” kun rolls his eyes at yangyang shooting him a glare after.

“shut up.” yangyang laughs with ten but quickly stopping when you enter the room. “hi guys- hope it’s okay that i came over a little earlier.” you smile taking a seat next to kun.

he doesn’t want to smile to big at the small gesture but he can’t help it. “no- you came at the perfect time.” he responds with a smile. yangyang and ten giving each other amused looks at his actions, know they will love to tease him just a little more later.

#qian kun #kun nct #wayv x reader #wayv #nct wayv #wayv kun #kun wayv #nct #nct x reader #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct kun #wayv scenarios

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queeenarii · 4 months

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I am absolutely appalled at the lack of WayV and 127 content on this app. Soooo I decided to make my own text fics. 🤭🤭 hope y'all enjoy.

Minors🔞 do not engage!!!

I'll try to make more gender neutral stuff going forward!!! also as an autistic, I use tone tags soooo. If they don't help you. Then just ignore them 👍🏾👍🏾

Suggestive!!

When you post a sexy pic on Instagram

Included are Hendery, Kun, and Johnny

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winwintea · 24 days

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how wayv would react if you showed up at their doorstep covered in bl**d with a g*n

how wayv members would react if you showed up at their doorstep covered in bl**d with a g*n. PAIRING ▸ wayv x reader

TRIGGER WARNINGS ▸ mentions of: bl//d (o) and g/ns (u), very angsty

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ i watched the winwin and ten lovely dance cover again and cried because im an emotional trainwreck... REGARDLESS. idk actually how this prompt came to me but damn

Qian Kun

Kun’s lips are pursed together, his eyes widen at the sight of you. With your blood stained cheeks, mixed with your murky tears, you were covered head to toe in… red. He looks you up and down before demanding angrily, “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?” His voice is loud and clear, and you can’t help but choke up a few sobs in response, unable to answer him. Kun grabs the gun out of your hands, and embraces you in a tight hug. This time his voice begins to crack and it’s a lot softer, “What did you do…?”

Ten

Ten was so caught off guard by the blood, he didn’t even notice the gun in your hands. “Holy SHIT! What the hell, y/n?” Strings of curses followed, but you couldn’t do anything but just sob uncontrollably. Ten gazes into your teary eyes. It’s hard to see your face clearly, since it’s covered in blood. Although Ten had no idea what you did, you had come to him for help. He grabs your shoulders and presses his face close to yours, and gives you a comforting smile, “Come inside. I’ll get you cleaned up.” He would be your rock. He would be your shield. He would protect you. Always.

Dong Si Cheng

Winwin has mixed feelings as soon as he sees you at the door. He’s definitely shocked, but hides it well. The gun was directed towards Winwin, but your hands were shaking, trembling. You were a wreck, a blubbering mess. He places his hand upon yours, slowly lowering the gun. “Why don’t you put the gun down and tell me what happened?” His voice has a soothing and calming edge to it. He embraced you in a hug, rubbing your back, as he whispered in your ear, “It’s going to be okay.” And that’s almost enough to make you believe his words. Almost.

Xiao De Jun

Xiaojun cursed as soon as he saw you. “Woah…” He held his hands up in defense, eyeing you carefully. His eyes nervously glanced around the area, wondering if any of his neighbors might take notice. You remained silent, your shaky fingers still wrapped around the gun. The scent of blood fills the air, which Xiaojun notices as quite fresh. Once his shock has worn over, he finally breaks the silence, “Are you going to tell me what happened or are we going to be here all day?”

Wong Kun Hang

Hendery is just at a loss for words. The first thing he says to you, trying to process everything going on in front of him is, “Oh. That looks… messy.” (no shit) Hendery stands there awkwardly, not sure of what to do. He looks into your eyes and stares back at his reflection. There’s nothing left he realizes. Whatever you did, whatever caused this mess… didn’t matter. You would never be the same. The person he once knew, was gone. Lost forever. And he could never get you back.

Liu Yang Yang

Yangyang hadn’t expected you to turn up at his doorstep, much less covered in blood. “I’m trying not to freak out… but is the blood yours?” You shook your head, and he stared at you, in awe for a second. He put his hands around your shoulders, and felt how much you were shaking. Not wanting to disturb the neighbors, he brought you inside, wrapped a towel around your body, and quickly filled a bucket with water so he could wash you off. “Yangyang…” You called out to him, your voice still trembling, “Do you trust me?"

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yoonmeowzz · 1 year

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wayv ! why they fell in love with you

contents: wayv members (ot7) x gn!reader, fluff, friends to lovers

a/n: wayv's comeback is amazing, i can't stop listening to phantom and good life!! plus i keep seeing that announcement saying lucas will come back with superm bUT i don't want to believe until i see him back fr. just in case, i don't want my heart broken 😭 pd: this probably has a lot of mistakes but enjoy

kun

he's definitely the most mature among the neos and he's devoted to his job, so he really liked your diligence. when he met you, he was just grateful to find someone with a similar mindset to his. then, he would start noticing the care you put on your work and things you liked to do. he found himself just admiring you while you were focused doing something, finding the way you bit the tip of your tongue adorable. and when you two cooked together for the first time? oh god, kun was head over hills for you just because you were cleaning the counter right away whenever you spilled something.

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ten

i feel like ten prefers expressing his feelings through any art form than words, so he loved your sensibility when it came to understanding his art. like, he could draw anything, show you and you would tell him how it made you feel or directly ask him why he was feeling that way. even by seeing him dance you could guess his mood and that made him feel so loved and cared for. the day he confessed to you, he drew two figures, which looked a little bit too much like the both of you, hugging each other in really warm colors. you just looked at him with a wide smile and hugged him tightly; there was no need of words between you.

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winwin

he admires your creativity. the fact that you can come up with an incredible idea out of nowhere, especially when you have to solve a problem is something really attractive for him. he doesn't even understand why, it just is. he's the calm type (most of the time) so he appreciated the effort you put on thinking new ways to have fun together without having to go to loud, crowded places. he sometimes felt like he had to impress you as much as you impressed him(? so he usually bought you flowers or took you to the beach during winter. however, you seemed to never run out of ideas and that made him fall deep in love with you.

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lucas

i think he has a thing for cute things. he definitely loves your tenderness. whenever you, knowingly or not, act cute he's dying on the inside: he wants to hug you, kiss you and take care of you forever. even when you're angry he thinks you're the most precious person he has ever seen, he's just a big happy puppy who wants to protect everyone (especially you). he also likes your mature, serious side of course, and he adores how you know how to act in every situation. but seeing you pout or ask him for something with big puppy eyes is just... on another level for him.

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xiaojun

he loves your loyalty. he really appreciates that he can relay on you for everything and anything, you've always been by your side and he trusts you to infinity and beyond. he's so comfortable around you that he feels he can talk about anything, even the weirdest themes expect text messages talking about his bathroom time. he especially likes your deep talks at 3am, when he can be vulnerable and small. slowly, he found himself falling for you. he also love that you get along with bella so well tho.

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hendery

hendery takes care of everyone silently. he likes making people feel loved and appreciated, so when you made him feel that way, oh boy, he was gone. he's aware that he has "more than friends" kind of feelings for you but he accepts it and goes with the flow. he'll never confess unless you do it first tho. when you cheer for him or compliment him, he may blush and tell you to kindly shut up but he's enjoying every second of it. pretty much like ten, there's no need for words, he just vibes with you and even if you stay as friends forever he loves you and makes it clear every chance he gets.

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yangyang

yangyang and you have been friends for a while now and at this point of your friendship he can't imagine a life without you, so as weird as it may sound he fell in love with your presence. he loves knowing that you will always be there for him and he gets all happy and giggly when you're around cause he really enjoys spending time together, even if each one is doing their own thing. he likes having you near when he's playing computer games (he'd love to have you on his lap but you'll never hear that from him). yangyang would probably tell you how he feels at a sleepover after spending the whole day with you and he would so nervous i'm gonna cry.

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meiideryz · 4 months

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oh i'm looking for affection.

pairing: qian kun x reader

length: 1.07k words

synopsis: kun is just hopelessly in love with you.

tags: alternative universe, one-sided pining au, road trip, friend!kun, implied rejection, one-sided attraction, fluff

warnings: none.

the sound of the car engine is now blowing up kun's ears, completely remembering that he was at the backseat while ten was at the front, driving his car.

of course, he recalled losing in a bet with ten that resulted in lending his car to ten for the rest of the week. he wasn't afraid because of the thought of ten crashing his car, ten knew the consequences after all.

for ten's last day of borrowing kun's one and only car, he suggested that kun should come to the road trip together with their other friends. kun asked if you were coming the night before the day of the plan as you responded happily during your call with him.

on the day of the road trip, everybody packed their essentials and valuable stuff in their bags as kun placed each of the heavy objects inside the truck, keeping it neat and tidy. you and yangyang were obviously inside the car, playing with your phones to buy time while kun talked to ten outside, setting up the map and destination of the place you were all going.

kun sneaked a good amount of glances towards your direction through the tinted windows of the car, silently watching you scrolling through your phone feeling bored. then his eyes fixed back at ten, who kind of knew what was going on.

“oh? am i smelling love in the air?” a hint of tease displayed in his voice while he tried nudging the older’s elbow. kun was used to this, and he wasn't gonna show reaction and give in.

“i have no idea what you're talking about.”

“oh, come on.” he dramatically sighed, tired of kun trying to act like nothing's going on. ten could read him like an open book and there was no way he could escape him when he knew something.

eventually, both of them get inside the car. since yangyang was in the passenger's seat, he had no choice but to walk around and get in the backseat with you. it got a bit awkward when he was finally seated next to you, so he tried to lift up the mood, waving at you.

“hey.”

“you’re here!” you beamed, taking one of your earphones off.

kun was taken aback when you reached the other piece of the earphones to him, he was about to reject the offer but the bud was already in his ear as the sound of classical music burst into his ear.

kun knew that you knew about his love for classical music, remembering back in the day where he played a lot of pieces on the piano for his performance at some event during his time in university. but he loved playing tchaikovsky's swan lake to you when you were alone together, and that made you love classical music more.

“it's gonna be a long ride,” ten broke the silence before the engine of the car started. “so you might need to sleep for a while, me and kun will be looking out for possible stops for us to eat, ‘kay?”

“aye aye!”

the sky was soon painted into a gradient of blue-orange while the gleaming sun set into the horizon. kun couldn’t seem to sleep after taking a short nap, and he had been helping ten at their directions to get to a nearby stop where they could fill their stomachs.

just as he was about to lean forward to take the phone in his hands to check the GPS, he was halted by a thud and a heavy weight on his shoulder. turning his head to the side, he found your sleeping figure leaning on him.

in the rearview, he could see the smirk of ten, following the sound of the never-ending teasing. kun tried his best to ignore him and his dumb words, but the words seemed to weigh over his mind. it's been a long time since he had feelings for you and he could still recall the night he took you to the rooftop of his apartment to look up at the stars.

he recalled that night when he expressed his fondness over you. although you didn’t give him the answer he expected, he never stopped being friends with you. usually friendships last when one gets rejected by the other. to kun, it was dumb and stupid if he would be immature about the rejection, so he didn’t try to distance himself away from you.

kun was still that caring friend whenever you got to be with him.

he looked at you with that same fondness in his eyes as you leaned more, thinking that he was a pillow. “after all these years, you’re still in love with the same person.” ten broke the silence again. his words were more of a whisper to prevent disrupting you and yangyang’s sleep.

“i can’t help it, how could i not like such a lovely and wonderful person?” kun admitted, his hands ghostly extending over yours, then immediately retracted.

when they realized that it was already dark and they could see a nearby stop to get down to, ten finally pulled over to slowly park the car along with the other parked cars. “wake up everyone, we’re here to stop by and eat dinner.” ten loudly began, his fingers reaching over to yangyang as he shook him by the shoulder.

kun on the other hand, does his best in waking you up with his soft grip around your hands, gently shaking it. “hey, sleepyhead.”

his voice filled your ears while you tried fluttering your eyes open. when you realized that you were inches away from his face from all the leaning, you shifted in your seat to fix your position. “oh god, i’m so sorry. was i squishing you?” only a laugh left kun’s lips before shaking his head. “no, but i think you mistook me for a pillow when you were sleeping.”

he could already see hues of red and pink emerging from your cheeks, burning up at the words. your flushed face made him smile even more, “did i drool?”

“don’t worry, you didn’t.” rest assured, a sigh left your lips in relief.

“we stopped by to eat, you coming?” kun added, moving to the side to open the door of the car. he looked back, waiting for you before you set a smile on your face, moving towards him. “yeah, i'm coming.”

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allfornuo · 4 months

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a kiss for the chef? | qian kun

bf!kun cooks for his sick beloved (gender neutral)

contains. domestic atmosphere. lots of teasing. 95% fluff. 0.1% angst. 4.9% suggestive word count. 1.8k

it was finally weekend, but as you got off work on friday evening you felt your body was starting to get chilly and your throat growing to feel a little itchy. you didn't think much of it, but after taking a shower you started feeling even worse, your body was now trembling in cold, no matter how many layers you would dress in, the blanket of your bed wasn't big help either. gladly the air conditioner remote was right on your nightstand, so you set it on heat with a timer for two hours and somehow managed to fall asleep.

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saturday morning was afwul, you had woken up from your own shivers and a splitting headache. it was nearly impossible to open your eyes but you fought with all your might to do just that. the scene of a rising sun only made you squint in pain. you got up, quickly, almost hysterically looked through your cabinets for some kind of pain killer, anything to make this headache go away as quick as possible. although your stomach felt super empty, you couldn't even think of eating breakfast right now, you were sure it would only make your condition worse, so you just went back to your bed for a nap.

you were out for around 2 hours, the sun was already lighting up your whole bedroom, but it didn't hurt your eyes anymore. your body still felt chilly, so you decided to check your body temperature. and there you have it: 38.8 degrees. you're officially sick. you groan in disappointment because you had made plans to go out with your friend in the afternoon, but it seems like that will have to wait. you grab your phone to let your friend know about your condition but what distracts you at the moment is your boyfriend kun. he has sent you a whole bunch of texts last night. you open the conversation and hurriedly read all the messages:

"did you finish work?" 17:05

"♪⁠┌⁠|⁠∵⁠|⁠┘⁠♪" 17:05

"is everything okay?" 18:24

"please let me know if anything happened as soon as you can okay" 18:32

":(" 20:01

"i hope you're sleeping well in your bed right now" 21:29

"goodnight baby~" 21:29

"i don't want to seem clingy but i'm a bit worried. hope i'm just overreacting. call me" 00:57

cold sweat washes over you as you read your boyfriend's messages and grasp how concerned he was last night. you press the call button immediately, not sure if he's available to talk at the moment. but he picks up almost right away. "y/n!" he exclaims, almost startling you "is everything alright?", his voice rushed and a little shaky. you can tell he was waiting for you to call as soon as possible.

"hello... don't worry nothing happened last night" you shyly answer.

"really? why didn't you answer? you never leave me hanging like this". you can imagine him sulking a little and that warms your heart.

you cough softly and reply with "i'm sorry. i think i got fever last night, and i slept so poorly" you sigh, "also I'm constantly cold"

kun shuffles around at the other side of the line and relaxedly exhales. "should I cancel my schedule and come to you? did you eat?" you can practically see his tense expression turn into endearing one.

"no! don't cancel anything. believe it or not, i know how to fight the fever myself"

kun chuckles sounding a bit more laid-back now, "you sure you don't need more punch power in this fight?"

"i'm sure! don't cancel your schedules!" you practically order "and don't you dare come here i don't want you to get sick because of me". you say but feel regret forming in your chest right away. you don't want to push him away.

although you felt horrible, and knew that staying away from him would be better for everyone, you still yearn to see him after a long week of you both continuously working.

you assume that kun reads your mind when he says "you think a fever can stop me from coming to see you after all this time apart?"

you blush at his words and bashfully reply, "but it's only been 5 days"

"5 days of torture. and you are telling me to make it 6? no way."

you kick your feet under a blanket but try your best to keep your composure because you're still on a call with him.

"i'll have to hang up now, make sure you eat and take your medicine right after, okay?" kun instructs rushedly but doesn't forget to add "i love you"

"alright. okay. good luck at work. i love you"

the conversation ends and you smile to your phone foolishly, until you see your friend's text asking you if you're ready to go out today. you feel dumbfounded for forgetting about this previously made arrangement for a bit but let her know immediately that you're feeling unwell and would like to reschedule to another time.

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your doorbell suddenly rings at 7 in the evening, startling you as you were dozing off, all wrapped up in blankets and watching your k-drama.

you pick yourself up lazily, still wrapped in blankets and rubbing your eyes, you look at the intercom screen and see your boyfriend's face. you grin to yourself at the sight and open the door for him.

"why didn't you use the digital lock..." you whine first thing as you greet him.

kun looks at you, all wrapped up in blankets like a big human sized chicken wrap and coos, "oh baby..." he walks in with two giant bags in his hands raising them up higher to show them off "my hands were full by the way"

"how did you press the bell then?" you continue whining.

"with my nose" kun giggles as he softly places a small peck on your forehead while walking past you. he puts the bags down on the kitchen chair and starts unloading them, revealing snacks and various food ingredients.

you chuckle at his words and walk up to him to investigate what he's plotting with all this food. there were way more groceries than you can use in one day. "didn't i tell you to not come over?" your tone is a bit more serious now.

kun without a word hangs his jacket, washes his hands after unloading the rest of the groceries and starts tying your kitchen apron on himself.

"hey, aren't you busy?" you push when you don't get an answer.

"do you really think i could work on my projects right now knowing that you're here sick all alone?" kun cuts, his voice stern, but eyes soft.

you can't keep this tough act up anymore and give in with a small "sorry..."

kun looks down at the table with the groceries and grins, showing off his dimples. "did you—" "what are you—" you both speak at the same time and suddenly burst into silly laughter, breaking the previous tension completely.

"you go first baby" kun says as he washes and starts cutting up some vegetables.

you sheepishly smile "what are you making? can I help?"

kun adores you. he practically melts when you offer him your help, but he politely declines "next time. right now i need you to go lay down and just wait until the food is served"

"isn't that princess treatment?" you tease.

"yes. only for you" kun replies, making you both cringe a little.

he's busy with pots and pans but you know you can completely trust him since his food never tasted less than perfect.

you keep stealing looks at him from the living room sofa where you're *watching* your television, when in reality you can't focus on the plot anymore.

"are you in love with me or something?" kun's chirpy voice teases you from the kitchen and you could swear he hasn't looked up to you this whole time, but somehow he still managed to feel your stares from the other room. he chuckles to himself and stirs the food in the pot carefully "it's almost ready"

you wiggle your feet excitedly as he brings you a bowl with steaming congee and a plate of fresh breadsticks on the side. the smell alone drives you crazy.

kun watches your expression with so much affection and you can see he's fighting the urge to smother you in his love. he takes your spoon in order to feed you the first scoop. it tastes heavenly but you just have to tease him once more, so you make a questionable face at the first bite.

to your success, his expression changes from endearing to confused by your reaction "what is it? is it too salty?"

"no... but it has a lot of this one ingredient..."

"what ingredient?" kun smells the congee in your bowl one more time, trying to figure it out.

"it's just so..." you are keeping him on edge with dragging your answer "... full of love"

kun relaxes a bit and shakes his head with a scrunchy grin at your little game.

"oh y/n... finish it quickly so I can tackle you"

you both giggle, "aren't you scared to get sick?" "i won't get sick" kun immediately replies, his eyes basically burning into you, making you blush a little. you hide your cheeks with the bowl avoiding this intense eye contact.

he's sitting right beside you on the sofa, he patiently waits and watches every little mimic on your face as you eat the meal he so carefully prepared. as you're finishing up the last scoops in the bowl, his eyes darken a little and he's moving the bowl out of the way, on the table.

"repeats please!" you cut the sly act, sensing what's going on.

kun snickers and points a finger at you, "the congee isn't forever you know" he gets up to pour you another round of this delicious meal.

he's back staring at you as you're finishing up the second bowl until you can't eat anymore. "thank you. it was a very hearty meal. brought me back home"

kun smirks confidently, shifts closer to your side and boldly says, "so.. a kiss for the chef?"

you sigh with a small smile, you knew this was coming sooner or later, "i'm sick, kun"

"a kiss for the chef?" he repeats with the same tone.

you groan a little, feeling like this is not a winning fight for you, and cup his face in your palms, looking deep into his eyes. he's staring back at you, puffing his lips out.

"you look so silly" you say as you squish his cheeks more firmly, making his lips puff more.

he tries to smile with his cheeks pressed between your hands and makes you laugh cheerily.

"thank you chef" you let off your grip, now holding him gently and finally press your lips to his.

he smiles into the kiss, pulls back for a moment and scans your features once more. once he sees that mutual sparkle in your eyes he slips right under the blanket you have wrapped yourself into, kissing you back so hungrily, "it's dessert time"

#kun #wayv kun #wayv #nct #kpop #cpop #kun x reader #kun scenarios #wayv scenarios #nct wayv #qian kun #kun x yn #gender neutral reader #gn reader

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xofanfics · 24 days

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Lost For Words - Part V

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

Genre: angst, fluff, smut 🥺🤗🥵

Pairing: Reader x Kun // Reader x Taeyong

Word Count: 5.7K

You were awake but didn’t open your eyes. You’d left the curtains open, you realized. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, bracing yourself for the light. Your eyes snapped open as you were met with the image of a naked Taeyong fast asleep in your bed. If you weren’t awake before, you were certainly wide awake now.

You looked around the room in horror as you recalled the events of the previous night. You replayed the night in your mind, as if it were a film, and how you took your clothes off and how Taeyong ended up between your legs and inside you. And you had the audacity to throb at the thought of him, a wave of guilt washing over you.

The vibration coming from the nightstand startled you, bringing you back to your harsh reality. Your hands felt a little shaky as you reached for your phone. Without even having to look, you knew it was Kun. Your heart pounded in your chest as you answered the call, your voice trembling slightly.

"Hey, babe," Kun's voice greeted you, laced with concern. "I didn't hear back from you last night, so I wanted to check on you. Are you feeling okay?"

You took a deep breath, your mind racing. You were anything but okay. You were confused, in a daze, and filled to the brim with guilt and remorse. The thought of confessing the truth and his disappointment sent a fresh wave of guilt to crash over you.

"I'm just a little hungover," you said, a half truth. "I think I might take a painkiller and go back to sleep for a little while.”

"Oh, okay," Kun replied, his voice laced with understanding. He chuckled. "I told you to make sure you drank some water to avoid a hangover! Anyway, just call me when you wake up, alright? I can bring you something to eat later."

"Okay, I will.”

Your heart was heavy with the weight of your lies as you hung up the phone. Taeyong stirred beside you, rolling onto his side. He was awake now and you weren’t sure how much of the conversation he’d heard.

“Good morning,” he said, so casually, as if this was all normal to him. He leaned on his elbow, propping himself up to smile at you.

“Uh, good morning,” you said, with a weak attempt at a smile. You were becoming hyper aware of the fact that you were naked, pulling the sheets over your bare breasts. “We need to talk about last night…”

“Okay,” he said, sitting up in the bed, eyebrows raised in curiosity. “What about last night?”

You took a deep breath, not quite sure what you were going to say. “Last night shouldn’t have happened. It was a mistake.”

Taeyong’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I have a boyfriend, Taeyong,” you said, not sure why you had to explain. “We shouldn’t have had sex.”

“You have a boyfriend, sure,” he said, “but you made your choice. We’re both adults.”

His words stung, a sharp reminder of the mess you had created. You hadn't intended to hurt Kun, but your actions had spoken louder than words.

"I know," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. "I just... I don't know what I was thinking."

Taeyong sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He reached out and gently cupped your face in his hands, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through your body. "I know, Y/N," he said, his voice soft and laced with understanding. He tilted your head toward his, looking you in your eyes. "But we can't go back now."

His words hung in the air, a reminder of the reality before you. You had crossed a line and there was no turning back. You hesitated, your mind torn between regret and desire. Taeyong leaned in closer, his lips not quite touching yours. You could feel his breath warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"Do you really think kissing me that day was a mistake?" he asked, his voice laced with longing. "I made love to you last night, Y/N…You’re telling me that was a mistake? You regret that?"

You stared into his eyes, your own filled with a rather strong cocktail of confusion, regret, and desire. You felt torn between the guilt of your actions and the connection you shared with Taeyong. Words didn’t come.

He wasn’t wrong. Last night, you made a choice - a choice that you would have to live with and figure out how to navigate. And choices had their consequences.

You leaned into his touch and it wasn’t long before his lips met yours in a passionate kiss. You responded, your lips melting against his, your bodies pressing together, silently accepting the onward battle. The weight of your guilt and regret slowly melted away, replaced by these new feelings for Taeyong. In that moment, you were lost in Taeyong’s intoxicating embrace as you found yourself on top of him again, sinking onto his already-hard length.

Taeyong stepped out of your apartment building, the warm afternoon air washing over his face. He could still smell the lingering scent of your perfume on the collar of his shirt, along with the memory of your touch. With each step, he felt his heart ache in his chest. His emotions were all over the place and, after sleeping with you twice, they’d intensified.

You made a choice and he had, too. The two of you made those choices together. He had no regrets. He replayed the events of the last night and this morning in his mind; your sweet moans and your tender touch, your whispers in his ear and his seed dripping from inside you.

A wave of longing washed over him. He craved your presence, your laughter, your touch, not just your body. He wanted more; he wanted to see you whenever he wanted, he wanted to touch you. He wished he could be the one you came home to, the one who you shared your hopes and dreams with and the one who wrapped his arms around you whenever you were upset.

The connection he had with you was so intense, unlike anything he had ever felt before. But Taeyong couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. He knew that your relationship was complicated and he was entangled with you, in a web of lies and hidden desires. The thought of sharing you with another man was a bitter pill to swallow, a jealousy that gnawed at his insides. But he had to keep his composure if he didn’t want to lose you, too.

After all, you weren’t his to have in the first place.

As the hot water rippled down your body, you closed your eyes, trying to wash away the guilt that clung to you like a second skin. The memory of your actions with Taeyong haunted you, each droplet of water a constant reminder of the sins you had committed. You scrubbed your skin hard, as if you could erase the memory of Taeyong's touch. You longed for the cleansing power of water to somehow make you pure again, to wash away the stain of infidelity that marked your conscience.

The weight of guilt remained following a shower. Wrapped tightly in your towel, you moved through your apartment with a sense of urgency, cleaning and airing it out, trying to erase any and every trace of Taeyong's presence. You changed your sheets, replacing them with fresh, clean ones, hoping to remove the lingering scent of his cologne. You sprayed air freshener and opened the window, hoping to remove the smell of sex in the air. Every movement, every action, was fueled by a desperate need to erase the evidence of your wild night.

You took the Plan B that Taeyong went to get for you, chugging the pill down with water, as if that could undo things, as if it was a chance at redemption. The very last thing you needed was to end up pregnant and have no idea if the baby was Kun’s or Taeyong’s. You threw the empty box in the trash and took out the garbage, getting rid of the evidence.

Not long after, the doorbell rang. You opened the door, revealing the man you’d betrayed with a container of soup. He kissed you on your lips on his way inside. “Hey babe. I thought about making you that Chinese soup you like but I was feeling a little lazy so I just bought you some chicken soup.”

You nodded with a weak smile. “Thank you…Were you up late working?”

“Yeah,” he said, placing the bag on the counter. He started sifting through the bags so that you could eat. “I went to sleep around two. What time did you get back?”

“Maybe around 12:30,” you answered, “I fell asleep earlier than I thought. I’m sorry I didn’t text you back.”

He shook his head. “No need to apologize. I know you were fine. Do you want to eat now?”

You nodded. Your energy levels were really low and, Kun being here when you were grinding on Taeyong’s dick a couple of hours ago, didn’t help the situation. As you ate, Kun carried the conversation. He talked about the housewarming last night and how nice Taeyong was and that he could see us getting along. He talked about how work went and how his juniors were slacking. You were only half there, hearing him and trying your best to look engaged.

"Is there anything else on your mind?" he asked gently, his hand reaching out to touch yours reassuringly.

Caught off guard by his question, you hesitated. Of course there was something else on your mind. You couldn’t stop thinking about Taeyong or what the two of you did. Of course, you couldn’t tell him any of it. "No, it's just the hangover," you repeated, as if trying to convince yourself of your own lie. “I think the food will help.”

Kun nodded slowly, seemingly accepting your explanation. “Wanna watch a movie? Sounds like the perfect lazy Sunday before we have to go to work tomorrow..”

Work. That was the last place that you wanted to be. You’d have to confront reality somehow and face Taeyong in real life and real-time. Would things be awkward? Would Taeyong treat you differently? You didn’t take him for a man that would put you or his job at risk, but you weren’t sure how this would go. You’d opened up a door that couldn’t be shut so easily.

It was your fault, truth be told. You weren’t perfect but, still, you couldn’t bring yourself to say that being with Taeyong was a mistake. You didn’t have any regrets when it came to him. You just regretted how it all came to be. You wished that this had happened at a time when you were single. Then, things would be okay, and these decisions didn’t have to weigh so heavily on your mind.

“Yeah,” you replied, taking away the empty containers. “Do you wanna pick this time?”

So, you tried to get back into normalcy by watching a movie with the man you were supposed to be in a relationship with.

The next day at work, you found yourself glancing over at Taeyong every so often, a knot of guilt tightening in your stomach with each glance. His presence was a constant reminder of the sins you had committed, a secret that weighed heavily on your conscience.

Taeyong, on the other hand, seemed unfazed by the tension between you. He continued to greet you with his usual warm smile and engaging conversation, even going so far as to brush against your hands in passing moments. You tried to avoid his touch, to maintain a professional distance, but his subtle touches made you question whether or not you were overthinking.

The workday dragged on, each minute dragging on as you sat with your conflicting emotions. You longed for the day to end, to escape your team, along with the weight of your guilt.

Finally, the clock struck five, signaling the end of your workday. As you gathered your belongings and headed out of the office, you picked up your phone to see a text from Taeyong.

Taeyong [5:01PM] : Can you meet me at Hidden Moon Bar?

He sent a link and it was a five minute walk from the office. You texted back, agreeing. Unfortunately, you couldn’t quite ignore Taeyong or pretend that what happened didn’t happen.

You said your goodbyes and left first. As you walked, you wondered how the conversation would go. All you knew was that this couldn’t continue. You had cheated on Kun, yes, but it would be better to stop now before things got out of control. You just needed to stand your ground and not get tempted to go back on what you wanted to say.

You sat down at the bar, deciding that you definitely needed a drink to have this conversation. A moment later, you had a glass of Pinot Noir in your hand. After a few gulps, you felt much better about things.

“Hey Y/N,” said a familiar voice from behind you. So casually, Taeyong took a seat on the barstool next to you. It wasn’t crowded, thankfully, as the happy hour crowds hadn’t made it just yet. “What are you drinking?”

"Hey," you said, your voice laced with a hint of nervousness. “I got Pinot Noir.”

Taeyong called over the bartender to say, “Can I have a glass of Pinot Noir, too?” He took out his wallet, pulling out his credit card. “You can put mine and hers on this card. Thanks!”

You nodded. “Thanks.”

He said, “No problem. Well, anyway, we should talk about what happened, right?”

“Yeah, um, what we're doing, what we did…it's not right. We shouldn't be doing this, Taeyong. We're coworkers, and it's too complicated. I think you should date other people, seriously."

He looked at you, without saying a word. He didn’t say anything for a long time, to the point where you began to feel a little awkward. He sighed and took a sip of the wine the bartender had just placed in front of him. He took a long swig and put the glass down before turning back to you. "Y/N, dating other people isn't going to change how I feel about you. I can't just turn off these emotions. Trust me, I've tried, but it's not that easy."

You sighed, realizing the depth of the situation. "Taeyong, you deserve someone who can really be with you. Someone you don’t have to sneak around with. It's not fair to you."

He leaned back in the chair, studying your face. "You think I want just anyone? I want you, Y/N. And I understand it's complicated…”

You shook your head, feeling the weight of responsibility. "It's not just about us; it's about my boyfriend, our jobs, everything. I can't just throw it all away."

"I get it, Y/N. I do. But I can't deny what I feel. I can't just pretend that we didn’t kiss, that we didn’t have sex, that we’re just nothing.”

You said, "Taeyong, I care about you, but we can't keep going down this path. It's only going to get more complicated."

He leaned a little closer. "What if I don't want to date other people? What if I just want to be with you, even if it's complicated?"

You closed your eyes, feeling the weight of the situation. "Taeyong, we can’t…"

He sighed, a mixture of frustration and sadness in his expression. "I can't promise that my feelings will just disappear. But if you think it's the right thing to do and that this is what you want, I'll respect your decision."

The office clock ticked down to 5:00 PM, signaling the end of yet another busy week. As people began gathering their belongings and preparing to leave, Kevin turned to the group with a grin. "Hey, is anyone up for dinner tonight?" he asked, shutting his laptop. “I have no plans. Someone please say yes.”

A few heads nodded in agreement, while others declined, letting him know that they already had plans. Attention was on Taeyong now, as he hadn’t responded.

"I can’t. I have a date tonight," Taeyong announced, in a light, casual tone.

While your coworkers laughed and teased, a pang of jealousy coursed through your body. A date? Already?

Hina, turning off her monitor, stood up from her chair. "Is this the first date?"

Taeyong nodded, his smile widening. "Yeah," he answered. "Seolyun gave me a suggestion for a steakhouse so I’m going to take her there. Supposed to be pretty good."

You recalled your recent conversation with Taeyong last week, where you had encouraged him to see other people. That meant that dates were a thing. You felt jealousy and regret, realizing you weren't as prepared for Taeyong to move on as you thought. The suggestion to date others had been a bit easier in theory than in practice. You did your best to hide your emotions, forcing a smile as you joined the others in wishing him a good time.

Kevin, always eager to add to the conversation, chimed in, "So, how did you meet her?"

"Online dating app," Taeyong replied casually. "We were texting for a while and I asked if she had any plans, so I figured why not take her out tonight?"

Seolyun, your curious coworker, couldn't resist the urge to pry. "Can we see a picture?" she asked, her eyebrows raised in anticipation.

Taeyong chuckled, "I'll show you if we end up dating," he teased. “I don’t wanna jinx it.”

The thought of Taeyong moving on and potentially having a new girlfriend stirred a mix of emotions within you. While you genuinely wished him the best, you couldn't deny the lingering feelings you still had for him.

As you gathered your things and prepared to leave the office, a wave of uncertainty washed over you. What was going to happen now?

Taeyong found himself staring at his reflection in the mirror, conflicted emotions playing on his face. Tonight was the night of the date he agreed to. He’d be a liar if he said that he wasn’t nervous about it. He adjusted his collar, wondering if he was making the right decision. By going on a date, he was respecting your boundaries, right?

The girl he was about to meet was pretty and she seemed genuinely nice. He didn’t know much about her yet, but he thought that maybe this could work out in his favor. But as he buttoned up his shirt, a nagging thought tugged at the edges of his mind – she wasn't you. And she never would be.

The conversation he had with you had been playing in his mind all week, like a broken record. Taeyong sighed, trying to come to terms with what you’d said. If you wanted him to see other people, he reasoned, it meant you didn't want him. He had to at least try to move on, to forget about the feelings he had for you. Yet, the mere thought of being with someone else made his heart ache.

Glancing at the clock, he realized it was time to leave. He locked eyes with his reflection, trying to give himself a pep talk. It’ll be fun, he thought, trying to reason with himself, an internal battle plaguing his heart. Just one date, he told himself. She seems to be a nice girl. Maybe we’ll hit it off.

There are more girls out there other than Y/N, Taeyong.

All of these thoughts crossed his mind but he wasn’t sure of himself. Maybe this date would be a step towards closure, a way to untangle himself from the feelings he had for you.

As he stepped out into the night, Taeyong couldn't shake the lingering doubt. Deep down, he couldn't escape the haunting question – was he truly ready to move on, or was this just a futile attempt to fill the void left by someone he couldn’t have?

The week had been long, filled with deadlines and endless meetings, so when Kevin suggested grabbing dinner and drinks to unwind, you decided to get on board. Spending time with friends seemed like a much better option than sulking at home and being trapped in wonderings about Taeyong and this mystery woman.

As you all settled into a cozy corner booth, the clinking of glasses and the hum of conversation surrounded you. The menu was passed around, each person expressing their preferences and sharing recommendations.

Seolyun scanned the cocktail menu with enthusiasm. "I heard their mojitos are really good. Anyone up for one?”

Hina, sitting beside you, offered a thoughtful smile. "I'm game. Mojitos it is."

“Speaking of mojitos, me and my cousins are planning a trip to Cuba!”

Despite the lively conversation about mojitos and travel, your thoughts drifted to Taeyong yet again. Who was this girl? What did she look like? What was her personality like? Most importantly, would Taeyong like her? Would he like her so much that he ends up in a relationship with her?

Every few minutes, you found yourself reaching for your phone to look at Taeyong’s Instagram profile. You'd refresh the page, hoping to catch a glimpse into his date, hoping to see a photo, a story, anything that would tell you where he was or what he was doing.

“Any travel plans coming up for the summer, Y/N?” asked Kevin, as he put a few pieces of pork belly onto your plate. Now, you were being forced into the conversation. And rightfully so.

“Nah, I wasn’t planning on going anywhere but I’m not going to lie, a beach trip would be amazing. Me and Hina were talking about maybe doing a weekend trip.”

“I haven’t been in years,” said Hina.

“It’ll be nice to get some seafood,” you added.

“Speaking of seafood,” chimed in Seolyun, “should we order squid to grill?”

As the night went on, you were almost filled to the brim with anxiety. No matter how good the food was or how strong your drink was, you could only think of Taeyong. The thought of him enjoying an evening out with a nameless, faceless woman filled your heart with frustration and envy.

Every notification, every vibration, every sound made your heart drop. Everytime you got a notification, you hoped that it was him and you hoped that he was thinking about you as much as you were about him. But it never was, and that hurt more than you thought it would.

As you were on the subway heading home, you realized that you basically only knew Taeyong as a friend. You hardly knew him as a lover, but you wanted to. Was he patient? Was he the type of man to give you random gifts, just because? Would he plan dates without you having to ask? Was he willing to work things out if you had a fight? You wondered what kind of man he’d be like, if you were dating.

A shower wasn’t much help either. Those thoughts didn’t disappear but they shifted to the memories of him being here with you. You thought of how hard he kissed you, how he grabbed your hands and held them down as he thrusted into you in missionary, and how deep inside you he was. It was almost as if Taeyong figured out your body and how to please you in just a night. You throbbed at the thought.

You knew you had no right to feel this upset about it. You had Kun, your loving boyfriend who was on his way right now with a bottle of the Pinot Noir that you loved. And here you were thinking about a man that you couldn’t have.

You’d invited him over before you got in the shower because you felt alone. You wanted what you couldn’t have, so you went with the next best option. It wasn’t that you didn’t love or care about Kun; you did. But Taeyong had shown you excitement that you hadn’t felt in a long time. Kun felt…safe. Taeyong felt dangerous. There was something about the thrill of it all that turned you on a little bit.

As you got out of the shower and wrapped your towel around you, you found yourself picking up your phone again. You clicked on the Instagram app for what was probably the hundredth time tonight and found that Taeyong had finally posted something — a story. You pressed your finger on Taeyong’s icon and found the photo that you’d been waiting for all night long. You held your finger down because ten seconds to view it wouldn’t be enough for you. Taeyong had taken a picture of a perfectly cooked steak, medium rare and glistening just how he liked it. The steak looked amazing, but what really caught your eye was the small bouquet of flowers across the table and the perfectly manicured hand you could see holding a steak knife in the top right corner. And to top it off, he put 5 star emojis with the location of the restaurant tagged.

You felt your eyes become hot with what you could only assume to be tears. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony, a cruel joke. Were you really upset with him when you were the one who told him to see other people? You couldn’t possibly keep up an affair with him. It was wrong and you both deserved better than to drag each other around on strings and making promises you couldn’t keep. You’d uttered those words at the time but you weren’t sure that you actually meant them. And here you were — jealous.

You heard the front door open and close, signaling your boyfriend’s arrival. Before you went out there, you needed to pull yourself together. You took a deep breath. Suddenly, you wished that you hadn’t asked for him to come over. But maybe it made sense now. Instead of being left alone with your thoughts, having company seemed like the better option.

“Babe?” he called from the kitchen.

You wiped your tears with your towel before you went out to greet him. “Hey, babe.”

Of course, he greeted you with a smile that made you feel guilty. As you got closer, he said, “You okay, Y/N? You look like you’ve been crying…”

You said, “I think it’s just my allergies.” A lie, but believable.

As you wiped away what was left of your tears, he said, “Do you need some medicine? I can go get some if you need…”

You shook your head. “I’m okay,” you said, forcing a smile. “I’d love some of that wine though.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, planting a kiss on your lips.

“Yeah,” you said in a low, husky voice. You kissed him back, harder this time. Kun was surprised at your forwardness and pulled you closer to him. You could feel him getting hard and, sneakily, he made your towel fall to the floor.

“I’ll pour some wine,” you said, pulling away from his embrace, and showing off your body. You could see him biting his lips as you reached into the cabinet for your wine glasses. His eyes never left you, even when he was across the room on the couch.

A moment later, you were walking toward him, wine glasses in hand to place on the side table. Then you disappeared into your bedroom and changed into the lingerie set he liked. Little did he know, he followed you and watched you as you changed.

“You look good,” he said, coming up behind you. “Are you horny, babe?”

You turned around to face him, nodding. You were met with your wine glass. You took it from him and took a long swig of the red wine. A little bit dripped down your chin as you pulled the glass away and Kun was quick to wipe it away with his thumb, slowly.

You took another sip and you watched him over the top of your glass. After you put the glass on top of your dresser, Kun pulled you close to him, pressing your body against his. You said, “So are you going to do something about it?”

You bit your lip. “Maybe…” Reaching down for his pants, you pulled them down. He was left in his boxers, his hardness poking through to give you a nice view. You heard a small groan come from his lips as you pulled those off, too, freeing him from the constraints. You ran your fingers back and forth across the head of his penis, teasing him, and watched it jump each time. You got down on your knees and took him in your mouth. You sucked his dick, nice and slow, at first. Then, you picked up the speed, drawing louder moans from your boyfriend. He put his hand on your shoulder and you knew that if you kept going he’d cum before you could get him inside you.

You pushed him back onto the bed, to his surprise, and climbed on top of him. “Take this off,” you said, referring to his shirt. You quickly helped him with the buttons and tossed the shirt to the side. He sat up and latched onto your nipple; he had easy access thanks to the lingerie, which had a small hole designated for them. He licked and nibbled on them. You screwed your eyes shut in pleasure, letting out small moans. Then, he reached down to your slit, running his fingers across it. You could tell that you were wet, partially because of the stimulation and partially because you thought of what it felt like when Taeyong touched you.

He said, “Are you ready?”

You nodded. “Fuck me, Kun.”

With that, he flipped you over onto your back. He slipped in easily and started thrusting into you right away. Your walls gripped at him tightly, making him groan. With each stroke, you could hear how wet your pussy was from that wet, squishy sound. Hearing it must’ve made him excited because he was suddenly fucking you harder, faster; it was hard to catch your breath with the feeling of your body being pounded into the mattress.

He buried his neck into yours as he thrusted in and out of him. From the way his breathing got heavier and heavier, you could tell he was close. The thought got you so excited.

“Ride it, babe,” he said, pulling out.

No words were exchanged. You just sunk down onto him with a squish. He groaned in response and let you take control. You started grinding on his dick, back and forth. Your wetness began soaking his pelvis and his lips parted in pleasure.

“That’s my good girl,” he said. “There you go.”

Hearing his voice made you throb even harder. You started going faster. It wouldn’t be long until you rode yourself into an orgasm. It wasn’t often that you found yourself having vaginal orgasms but today was the day. You could almost taste that delicious feeling building up inside you.

In the moment of your orgasm, you got lost in the movement of your hips. You allowed yourself to forget. You forgot about the guilt and the lies. You lost yourself in the feeling of Kun’s fingers digging into your hips instead.

But even as you came, a part of you couldn’t help but wonder, in the back of your mind, where Taeyong was, who he was with, and if he was thinking of you, even just a little.

But this was safe. Being here with Kun was safe.

Taeyong tossed and turned in bed that night, not able to get much quality sleep. He’d dozed off here and there, but it’d been nothing substantial. You crept into his dreams again and things were perfect. It was as if he was living in an alternate universe, one where you were single and being right or wrong didn’t matter. In the dream, you were his and he was yours. He could almost smell the scent of your perfume, almost feel your lips on his. It was a dream he didn’t want to wake up from.

Despite the content of his dreams, he had a good time on the date. Her name was Hyewol. He started the night off in the same way he would’ve wanted to with you, if he had the opportunity. He met up with her, greeting her with a small bouquet of roses. Then they walked to the restaurant together and got to know one another on the way to the restaurant. They told each other the basics: where they were from and where they worked, what schools they went to and what countries they visited, and their favorite things. Then, they enjoyed steak and wine for dinner.

He let her know that he’d like to take her on another date and, luckily for him, she was all for it. Part of him believed that maybe he could date her, that he could move on. But the truth was that she wasn’t you. So far, she was a person he could see himself with, but that wasn’t enough. Their chemistry wasn’t as strong. He could tell just by the way that he was in no hurry to kiss her.

He’d spent the past week on dating apps, hoping that the void he felt in his heart would be filled. He’d swiped through profiles, messaged other women, and he even went on a date tonight. The problem remained and it was that you couldn’t be replaced.

It was a bit dramatic, he supposed, but he felt as though he couldn’t just be friends with you. The two of you had crossed a line and it was too late to turn back now. The damage had already been done, hadn’t it? What if he just pushed forward anyway? No, he thought. He had to respect your boundaries. He couldn’t just tell you no. So he needed to figure out if you were serious about him moving on. But for now, he’d give it some time first. Maybe you’d change your mind and come to him instead.

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qian kun is a class crush. the one who sits on the opposite side of the lecture hall, the one who you only ever see the side profile of (much to your chagrin). the one who has your complete and utter attention and who you hold responsible for your last poor test grade. i mean, come on, what were you supposed to do when he showed up looking like he just scrambled out of bed? dressed in sweats, some ratty band tee shirt that looked much too small for him, and hair sticking out from every angle. it's like his only and main purpose in your life is to serve as a distraction, bedhead or not. you’ve never spoken to him, assigned seats forcing you apart. you say it’s like romeo and juliet, though your friends vehemently disagree. you’re not quite sure you could talk to kun, regardless of the distance. he’s top of the class, always with something smart to say. always knowing the answers, always scoring the best amongst your peers. he’s kind, and dependable, and smart, and completely out of your league. or so you assume. despite your prayers to some higher power about the professor assigning you both to the same group project, you seem to be down on your luck when it comes to running into him. it isn’t all bad admiring him from afar. because from your vantage point, you can stare at him all you like with a view utterly unobstructed. his glasses are sliding down the bridge of his nose, eyes pulled into squint of concentration as his finger traces over the words on his notes. his tongue is poking out from pink lips, caught in between his teeth as he flips a page. platinum blonde hair with black roots, swooped away from the center of his forehead with an effortless touch, lights of the classroom bringing a thoughtful gleam to the small, silver hoop earrings which adorn his ears. he raises his hand, held at attention and lifted with such elegance that you would swear it was intentional. well, you would if you weren’t already aware of the uncomplicated perfection of being one qian kun. he asks what you assume to be an intelligent and thoughtful question to the professor before replying with a thanks, the slightest bow of his head, and that pretty grin that makes you feel like you’ve got a concussion. maybe you do have a concussion. but then as if directed by some higher power, he looks in your direction. if you weren’t so flustered about him catching your yearning staring (completed with your tilted head resting upon your hands and the occasional pining sigh), you might have been elated at the fact that you’re finally seeing him head on. his eyebrows dart upwards in surprise, lips parted into a small o as he blinks slowly at you. as if he’s surprised that you’re shooting him that infatuated look, completely ignorant of his own flawlessness. forget everything you said about a concussion. it’s one hundred percent the aftereffects of looking at him.

ten ลี้ชัยพรกุล

chittaphon leechaiyapornkul is someone you fall in love with when he passes you on the street. it’s always a blur of a moment, a second in time that has your breath catching in the back of your throat and your heart thumping out of your chest. for in the longevity of life, this moment, in which you see him is the only moment which truly seems to matter. this splinter of a second in which your worlds collide and your stomach plummets to your knees. if you knew what real love felt like, you would assume it’s like this. complete and utter infatuation with a stranger who you could barely get a good look at. just long blonde hair, upturned at the ends, and the corner of grin that has you kicking yourself for not seeing the full of his face. you decide, then in this less important moment, that if you see him again then perhaps it’s fate. and as the romans said: amor fati, quite literally, love fate because as all luck would have it… there he is. standing across from you at the crosswalk, bobbing his head back and forth to the music playing from his headphones. a headset which lays dutifully upon his head like a crown, smushing strands of blonde bangs onto his forehead. his head is tilted downwards (much to your disappointment) as his fingers skim the screen of his phone, lingering for a moment with each tap. he’s well dressed, fashion style unique and perfectly catered to him. you’re not sure if you’ve ever seen someone so wholly themselves. nor someone as beautiful and you find yourself wondering why the hell everyone isn’t staring right at him. while the entire crowd of commuters and tourists and whatnot aren't falling to their knees and worshiping the blonde haired man in front of you. you certainly would. might. will. because he looks up from the screen, slim eyes adorned with winged liner, glitter smudged on his lids and with those ever-so-pretty eyes, he bats them at you ever-so-elegantly, and you’re all but gone. all of his features are thinly framed from the sleek bridge of his nose to his painted pink lips that curve into a grin that you fear may split his face straight into two. beauty marks littered like kisses to his complexion, shadowed by the length of his bangs and the playful sway of his head. small hoops decorating his ears, matching the thin necklace which hangs loosely around his neck. it hangs heavy against defined collarbones and falls beneath the slope of his shirt. he’s so pretty, so much so that you fear you may wear out the word. but before you have the chance to conjure a new one (enchanting? handsome? gorgeous?) the crosswalk indicator strikes green and the crowds flock to the striped street without a clue of the angelic (stunning? lovely?) stranger amongst them. you’re not sure how they could walk by him so utterly ignorant of his presence because frankly it’s taking everything within you not to start squealing like a schoolgirl with a crush. or get on one knee and propose though you doubt that would accomplish anything in your favor. and then he walks straight past you and you’re left craning your head to catch another glimpse of him. standing in the middle of the street with the crowd bustling past you, knocking into your shoulder and telling you to walk, you can only focus on him.

winwin 思成

dong sicheng is an airport crush. the kind that makes you feel suddenly hyper aware of what you’re wearing. the kind that makes you open the camera app on your phone only to gasp in horror when you catch a sight of your reflection. the kind that has you fixing your appearance to any such semblance of “put-together” before your five in the morning flight. because he is so utterly composed, so utterly mesmerizing that he has you scrambling to fix your hair. or your face. or your clothing because like any rational human being about to board a five in the morning flight, you’re in something very akin to pajamas. a decision you are very much regretting at the moment. and of course he’s at your gate. which means he’s probably on your flight. that he might be sitting in the seat next to you. a thought that gives you butterflies. though you can’t place if they’re from a budding crush or nervousness. a combination perhaps? you do your best to sit some rows away from him, deciding it would be best to face him. if you hadn’t then you would be craning your neck to take a look and you certainly have doubts about the inconspicuous nature of that action. not that you facing him is a much better alternative. you’ve been “reading” the same page in your book for the last fifteen minutes. eyes sliding up beyond the printed words to study the stranger. he’s sitting just two or three rows away, one leg crossed over the other as he reclines in his chair. he has coffee in one hand and a novel in the other, lips pursed in concentration as dark, cat-like eyes sift over the pages. slender fingers flip absentmindedly, black lashes fawning his cheeks in long, sleepily sluggish blinks. he stifles a yawn, back of his hand raised to cover the full of his lips and the crinkle of his eyes. dark eyebrows furrow down upon the bridge of his nose, which moves but half an inch higher. black hair is fanned across his forehead, long enough to dig at the corners of his eyes, a sensation which he pushes off with the unconscious pass of his hand. and then it’s dropped again and you can once more enjoy the full, uninterrupted beauty of his fair complexion. a countenance that nearly seems to be painted. barely saturated hues are drawn upon his cheeks, freckles noted with fine dark specks that dance across his face. a face which is puffy from just waking up and eyelids swollen in a desperate attempt to be closed once more. he’s an unprecedented type of pretty. one which takes no effort to cultivate nor maintain. one that makes your head spin to the extent that you consider digging around for a barf bag when you board. well, if he wasn’t your seat partner that is. he’s the worst type of crush. one that you know you’ll never see again. and one that you know you won’t approach, certainly not with the current state of your appearance. and one who you doubt would approach you, not with the way his attention is buried in his book. a thought which pulls a drowsy huff from yourself, relinquishing yourself back to your own novel with a tsk of your tongue. you didn’t make it past page three.

xiaojun 德俊

xiao dejun is a convience store crush. the type that you find yourself running into (quite literally) in between the aisles in the middle of the night in a corner store which you’re always forgetting the name of. the kind that has you fumbling with the apology that rests upon the tip of your tongue, unable to spit it out for all intents and purposes. mainly because he renders you speechless but partially because the way you slammed into him knocked all the breath out of your lungs. and now you’re finding it hard to catch that breath with the way he’s staring back at you. blinking and batting long lashes against his cheeks as he watches you open and close your mouth like a fish out of water. and then he’s apologizing and you’re waving him off and you find yourselves in separate aisles as you hold two fingers to your pulse point. you might be having a heart attack. or a stroke. or sudden death from running into the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in your life. a man who is just two shelves away, digging around the ramen section for something you assume to be specific. his long black and blonde hair drifts across his shoulder blade as he hunches down, tank top suddenly looking much too tight for the expanse of his back. you decide that it’s one hundred percent sudden death. a sudden death you cut short that night only to re-experience the next time you stop into the convenience store. you certainly hadn’t forgotten about him (neither could your friends after all your time spent gushing over the stranger) but you certainly weren’t expecting to see him again either. a pleasant surprise. one that you can indulge in, since this time around, you didn’t smack into him. nor were you wearing the bright pink hello kitty pajamas that you previously adorned. and you’re fairly certain that you would be able to muster more than one or two words this time. maybe not. not with the way his hair is brushed back away from his forehead, a few strands here and there falling out of line to the curves of his face. his heavy brows draw your attention to the dark accents of his eyes, smudge of eyeshadow hidden beneath his lower lashes. then to the slope of his nose and the prominent cupid bow that rests upon puffy lips, the bottom of which is sucked in between perfect teeth. he has to be a model. or an idol. or an angel. because you’re not sure that a man as pretty as him could be doing anything else. the idea of him working a nine to five office job in some off corner cubicle and bland suit and tie (which he would no doubt make you think is anything but bland) makes you stifle the bubble of laughter about to escape from your lips, clearing your throat and redirecting your gaze. perhaps you might run into him more often? that is a thought that has a blush sparking in your chest and sliding up your neck, coating your throat and dusting your ears before it makes its final home resting upon your cheeks--complexion so red that you fear you must match the bright red of the surrounding packaging. regardless, you’ve made sure to memorize the name of the store. and the address. and its periods in which it’s open and closed. and you’re about to become their prized patron, that’s for sure.

hendery 冠亨

huang guanheng is someone you met by chance abroad. a handsome stranger that you spot from across the street at some packed tourist attraction. a stranger so captivating that you wonder why the hell he isn’t the attraction. but it’s rude to stare and quite uncomfortable to crane your neck in his direction in a desperate attempt to catch his gaze over the hundreds of heads standing between the two of you, so you (albeit reluctantly) relent. you’re not focusing much on the site itself. mind replaying the sight of him over and over again in your head until the details become fuzzy and details seem to miscorrect themselves. but you can easily recall the gist, a man who’s tall and lean. well built with well defined features that were displayed through the loose (frankly sheer) hanging of his tee shirt across his broad shoulders and the slacks that were fitted against muscular legs. brown hair that fell upon his face in swooping curves, brushing against his cheekbones with a loving touch. its twinged with a bright blonde, no doubt lightened from hours spent in the sun. another such indication being smooth skin tinged with a honey tan, littered with dainty necklaces and bracelets that pull from the scattered beauty marks bleeding across his arms and collarbones. pouted lips pulling into a soft smile at something one of his friends said. it was a language you didn’t quite understand, not native to the country you both were visiting, thus words incomprehensible and separating the two of you with a barrier you were unable to cross. well without the help of a middle man that is. not that it really quite mattered anyway, because now you were right up in front of the real tourist attraction (not to be confused with your attraction) and far set away from your short-lived romance (could you really call it that if it was one-sided staring?). the sight was almost as captivating as him, standing on your toes to get a better look. and the sight itself really does make you forget about him for all of ten seconds. ten seconds spent admiring something other than him. ten seconds ending as you stand back on the full weight of your feet and abruptly turn around. the eleventh second which is spent up against his chest, steadying yourself on the bulk of his forearm. the twelfth second spent with alarm bells ringing inside your head as you pull away from him, apologizing in mandarin (your mandarin is basic, tones rusty and hesitant but if he noticed he didn’t show it) at the same time he does the same in english. oh. oh! you brush off his apology with a gentle smile and the wave of your hand, words perfectly poised in english. spoken at the same time of his own, words sung sickeningly sweet as he speaks them in the elongated intonations of mandarin. ah. the next sound from the both of you is laughter as you bow and go your separate ways in the crowd. you’re so flustered by the fact that you spoke to him that you can’t even kick yourself for failing to keep the conversation going, though it’s fair to say that was no fault of your own. and as you turn back to get one final glance at him, you find him returning your stare--a sight to which the both of you jerk your heads in opposite directions, tips of both your ears a pretty pink. would it be so bad to brush up on mandarin?

yangyang 扬扬

liu yangyang is your co-worker from some summer job you had in high school. it's some gig that’s paying you less than they should be, summer camp counselor or waiters or lifeguard. a job that has you on your feet all day, barely giving you a second to sit down and recompose yourself. or breathe. or properly function without snapping back into customer service mode. and it’s this job that you’re doing partially for the money and partially because some masochistic shred of you enjoys it but primarily because of him. an embarrassing fact that you would never willingly admit but you’re in high school and what teenager hasn’t done something for a crush. something even as taxing as working a nine to five (more like a seven to six with the extra hours and work you’re putting in). but all your worries, all that weight on your shoulders is practically thrown off during your shifts with him. or your lunch breaks. or the parking lot at the end of the day where he walks you to your car with a bashful smile and a nervous hand on the back of his neck. he’s refreshing and youthful, an older you would attest that he perfectly encapsulates the teenage summer dream. an older you would also revisit him in your memories quite often, wishing to go back to that one summer shared with him (though you doubt you would be as lenient with the work now). that summer where you would both hide from your supervisor in one of the storage closets, pressed up against one another as you held your hands over your mouths. whispers escaping through sudden bursts of giggling that nearly had you caught. perhaps it was the thrill of hiding or escaping the admonition of your boss but you weren’t very aware of the way your foreheads brushed against one another's or the fan of your breath on one another's lips until after it was over. a summer filled with exploring the back hallways of your workplace, pretending like you were in the midst of a zombie apocalypse. he held onto your hand as he dragged you along, waiting for a lull in your conversation to jump back at you. a trick you always fell for. a trick you always reprimanded him for. a trick he always did despite the reprimands. not that you minded, more focused on the way his thin fingers felt pressed against your own. a sensation that made you feel like you really might turn into a zombie. a summer that was consumed by sneaking into the kitchen and stealing the ice cream they had locked up in the freezer. eating it as quickly as you could before someone would come in, dripping it down your chin and onto your uniform as you laughed at something he said. something undoubtedly stupid. undoubtedly him. a summer that held pinky promises of friendship (which you wished was something more), and the tending of wounds when you scraped your knee, and a few almost kisses that neither of you had the courage to make real. a summer that had you wishing the job would never end or that maybe you could conjure up the grit to ask him out (you couldn’t). a summer that flowed into fall and had you up every night recalling each and every moment spent with him. safe to say that summer became your favorite season.

🗯️ writing ten's scenario was incredibly serious for me. he's my first nct love (i love you forever sm rookies ten lee) and i just hold him so dear to my heart. that's my guy! might be the best thing i've ever written who knows. yang's made me cry because i'm a nostalgic loser and his was based off my summer work-place crush. as a set, i was kicking my feet and giggling and blushing while writing all of these...

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