YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE I WOULD TAKE A SHOT ON ── N.KD
PAIRING na kamden x fem reader
WARNINGS alpha/omega dynamics, idol!kamden, alpha!kamden, omega!reader, childhood friends to ?, jealous!kamden, big dick!kamden, mentions of weight gain during preheat, mentions of food and eating, mating cycles, female masturbation, sex toy usage, reader is lowkey depressed for the first half of the fic lol, everyone wears scent blockers for work but it’s not really mentioned, some form of scent sickness, irregular heat cycles, breast play, not-quite choking, grinding, unprotected sex, breeding kink, knotting, scent marking, oral sex
WORD COUNT 10,250
PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE
Had it ever been this bad?
Sure, you were upset when Kamden left for Korea the first time. Extremely so. It took a lot of coaxing from your family to get you to return to a semi-normal routine after he left, and even then, you still had bad days. Days where you missed him so bad that it sent you into a spiral. A lot of the time, it was triggered by seemingly normal things. Like when you'd see two pups playing with one another while their parents watched nearby, much like you and Kamden did when you were younger. Or when you'd walk past places you two frequented growing up and get a rush of memories that you usually look back on fondly, now tinged with a slightly more bitter feeling. The wave of nostalgia that stirred something deep within your feelings.
It feels like that, but worse.
Because now, even though the both of you hadn't really talked about it since that day, your bond with Kamden had shifted. The two of you were no longer just two unpresented pups with no grasp on the implications of alpha-omega relationships. You are an unmated omega, he is an unmated alpha, and the two of you had crossed lines that could never be uncrossed. Done things that couldn't be undone. Changed something within yourselves that will never be unchanged.
Everything reminds you of Kamden. Always has. Always will, probably.
You'd gone to visit your parents in a town about forty minutes away, and although they'd moved here after you became an adult—you didn't have any childhood memories here—you still found reminders of him everywhere. Like, most obviously, the photos of the two of you in various stages of life that are scattered around their house. From puphood to the very day Kamden left to pursue his dreams, wanting one last photo together to remember him. Or the scent of firewood, a smoky oak smell wafting through the air as nearby campers build fires reminding you of him. Your parents had moved to a sylvan, more rural town, and while beautiful, it reminded you of him, of the day trips the two of you would take to hike and play and chase each other in nearby forests. Just like everything else. You can't escape the memories you share with him because he was such a significant part of your life.
Even now, he had something special and you carried that knowledge with you wherever you went.
Na Kamden was the first alpha you had ever been with. The first to ever knot you, to cum inside you, to make you crave to be bitten and marked. The first to make you crave at all.
It's not that you were a virgin before that night either Kamden—quite the opposite actually. But he was your first alpha. You were quite familiar with the ins and outs of relations with other mateless omegas, or betas, even, but never with an alpha. It was partly because of their possessive nature. You never wanted to feel like you belonged to anyone, and yet…Another part of it was how unappealing their scents were to you. Oftentimes, they smelled foul and immediately would overwhelm your senses, even if you can tell that they're supposed to have a pleasing smell. Like a ginger-citrus scent that is supposed to smell bright and fresh, but to you ends up smelling like bitter disinfectant. Unlike the comforting scent of oak wood that seemed to compliment your own rather than overpowering it.
The scent of him was long gone from your apartment back in Seattle, and that made you sad to think about. But there were reminders of him everywhere you turn.
It had always been upsetting to be separated from him. He was your best friend. Pieces of him were weaved into every aspect of your life, so when he was apart from you, it felt like there was something missing.
This was something different, though. Still upsetting, but more painful. Physical, emotional tenderness. A dull ache settling deep into your bones that slowly becomes a throbbing pain the longer you are apart. A torment that claws its way up your chest and throat—agony that twists your stomach up in knots and makes you feel ill. And more recently, an uncomfortable feeling between your legs that becomes an insatiable need.
A few months, closer to a year, after that unplanned night—weekend—with Kamden. It's been months and you still remember every part of it. Even the micro-expressions that you missed in the moment are burned into your memory. Every hitch of his breath. Every moment he inhaled your scent or temporarily marked you with his. It was instinctual. Something engrained within the deepest parts of him to claim you. To let others know that you were his, that you were off limits, should you have to face the world in the few days after that.
You remember the awful timing yet again—the heat cycle that began when Kamden's plane back to Korea was already in the air, much like when you first presented after he left. It was ironic, even cruel, timing.
That pre-heat, and the heat following immediately after, you spent it alone. You could've called someone that had previously helped you through your heat before, but after that, it just didn't feel right to you. So you endured it by yourself. Pulling out the boxes you had hidden, turning off your phone, and shutting yourself in your apartment. You're fairly certain that the lingering scent of Kamden, still fresh on every surface of your place, is what helped you through it.
You'd had a couple of heats since then, and none of them ever left you fully satiated. Sure, you got off, but you didn't really feel relief after. It felt like something was missing. A feeling that wouldn't go away.
You were missing something. You were missing Kamden. His scent, his body heat, his touch. His big cock and thick knot.
"Sweetheart, isn't it tiring commuting all the way to work from our house?" The sudden presence of your mother in your doorway snaps you out of your thoughts. You must not have heard her knocking or even opening the door. Embarrassed, you try to press your thighs together in hopes of covering any traces of your scent radiating from your core. "Don't get me wrong, we love having you here, but you have to leave so early and get back so late."
Shrugging, you turn your head to look at her. "I'll go home if you want me to. I just missed you guys."
She sighs. "You can always consider this your home—wherever your dad and I are. I just worry about you on the long drive back and forth every day."
That's what mothers do. They worry about you, they take care of you, and they know when something is weighing heavy on your mind without you telling them. She knew. Of course she did. To her, it was obvious that you were lonely. Had been since Kamden left. You were acting the same way you had all of those years ago when you were truly separated for the first time. But she also knew not to push you too hard. That you'll talk about it when you're ready.
"I love you," she says. "And I'm here for you."
You smile at her. "I know, mom. Thank you. I love you."
You're left alone with your thoughts again as she closes the bedroom door, but you try to shake them off. Instead, you get up and start gathering your things. She's right about the commute—it is exhausting having to adjust your schedule to accommodate the time needed to drive back into town when your body is used to another. You're just fighting against your internal clock on top of everything else and it leaves you worn out at the end of each day. So you decided to remedy that. To pack up and go back to your apartment. To no longer attempt to ignore your problems by hiding away at your parents house.
The drive back to Seattle is peaceful. It was late at night, so not many others were on the road—definitely not as many as there are during your commute the past couple of weeks—and you just admire the dark sky and shimmering lights. You're trying not to think about anything. Listening to the low murmur of the random playlist you put on. A playlist that you and Kamden curated together over the years and would periodically add to. Like a time capsule of your life until now.
Fuck, the more you try not to think about him, the more he sneaks up on you.
After a mostly uneventful drive, you finally make it back to your apartment. Everything is exactly as you left it. Throw pillows strewn across the floor, sofa cushions misaligned, bed naked and stripped from when you forced Kamden out of it so you could launder your sheets after those…busy…few days. You still had clothes in your in-unit dryer, and you knew they'd be so incredibly wrinkled and stale that you'd have to rewash them. Your bedsheets were folded and resting on top of the appliance and you decided that you'd deal with everything in the morning. It was late and you were exhausted. Mentally and physically.
That night, you had the best sleep you'd had in a few months, despite the discomfort of the bare bed. It was dreamless. For the first time in a long time, you didn't have Kamden on your mind even in your sleep. Just you and the nothingness of finally not thinking of him—of anything at all.
The week following your return to your apartment was monotonous and, quite frankly, boring. You went to work, able to wake up at the time your internal clock was used to, and came home to slowly fix your space back to how it was before. The first day, you'd wrestled with your bedding so you wouldn't have to sleep on a naked bed anymore. Straightening the sofa cushions on the second day so you'd have somewhere to sit. The next, you'd pick up the throw pillows and blankets and place them exactly where they'd been before. Laundering and putting away all of the clothes that had gone stale or been dirtied.
Piece by piece, you were reclaiming your space. Putting it back together in the way it was before everything happened with Kamden.
You'd probably never truly forget about what happened, but maybe you could pretend if everything was how it should be. Nothing was out of place and his scent was nowhere to be found.
You try to push that memory aside until you can't anymore.
The preheat symptoms creep up on you. Slowly. Gradually. It starts with your mood shift. Things that normally would roll off your back began to annoy you. Your irritability multiplied threefold and you found yourself frustrated by trivial things. And when you got home, all you wanted to do was eat, sleep, and repeat. The alarm in the mornings became your number one enemy, but you still managed to get up and go to work, albeit reluctantly. Everything in you just wants to stay cuddled up in your bed, surrounded by every pillow and blanket you own.
That's when it hits you—you'll be going into heat soon. It all makes sense now. The appetite increase, the weight gain, the slight bloat to your stomach; it was all preparing you for your heat. Preparing you to spend days upon days without eating, the only thing on your mind being to be bred and taken care of. Storing extra calories in the days leading up to your heat with the assumption that you'd be spending the week burning them off with some alpha. An evolutionary trait that didn't seem to get the memo about you. About your situation with Kamden.
You made the decision to call in sick. Picked up the phone, made up some excuse about how you had a viral infection and wouldn't be able to come in for a while. Truthfully, the floor you worked on was full of omegas, so you could've been honest that you were coming into heat and they'd understand, but part of you didn't want to. You knew that the minute you returned to work after your heat, you'd be bombarded with inappropriate questions from your coworkers, and you'd save yourself the embarrassment of admitting you'd spent it alone. Again.
Instead, you tucked yourself into the pile of blankets and pillows that you'd made and attempt to take care of it yourself.
For the last few days leading up to your full heat, you drank as much water and ate as many snacks as your body could handle. Fever began to settle into your body, heating you up from the inside out. It began to make wearing clothes feel uncomfortable, so you took off each layer until you were completely bare, and even then, sweat still beaded on your forehead.
When the wet feeling between your thighs becomes impossible to ignore, you finally break. You were beginning to ache with need as you enter your heat. Weakly reaching for a box hidden under your bed, you pull out the one thing you're craving right now.
You start by slowly rubbing your trembling fingers over your clit, hard and already so sensitive to touch, circling it with light pressure a few times before moving lower. You're so slick and ready that there's no resistance when you dip two fingers into your hole. Just that little bit of stimulation has your mind reeling and you decide you can't wait any longer.
A string of slick connects your fingers to your center as you reach for the toy. You grab it and sigh as you adjust your grip on it, holding it by its base to maneuver it properly. You press it between your folds, sliding it up and down, twisting it around to coat it in your slick. When there was no longer a dry spot on the toy, you spread your legs a bit further and began to press it into your entrance.
The stretch of the toy is very welcomed. Even has you adjusting your hips for a better angle so it brushes against all the right spots. You push it in up until the thickest part, letting yourself get used to the feeling before you begin moving. With each thrust of the toy, there's a grossly loud squelching noise that under normal circumstances would probably make you embarrassed, but now just shows how desperate you are.
"Fuck," you moan. You're panting by now.
You squeeze your eyes shut and let yourself think. Letting your mind slip away. Into that place you had been desperately trying to avoid. Where Kamden was with you—touching, filling, kissing, loving. Where Kamden was your mate, with every intention of claiming and breeding you. The place where Kamden wasn't just your friend and you hadn't had sex only because you were both off of your suppressants and it was the first time he could smell your scent.
With your eyes closed, you let yourself pretend that the toy inside you was Kamden. You could almost believe it. Except for the fact that the firmness is all wrong. And the texture. The temperature. The size. All of it was wrong. None of it was Kamden. But for now, it'll do.
You continue to move the toy inside you, curling your wrist to press it deeper into your wet core. You think back to that time with Kamden and try to mimic the way he fucked you. Pulling the silicone out until only the bulbous tip was inside you before thrusting it back in with such speed and force that it has your back arching. It doesn't punch the air out of your lungs like it did when he did it, but it felt good enough. A few times, you even pulled it out entirely, leaving your hole clenching around nothing as you rub the shaft through your folds.
Release builds slowly. You drag it out, stopping every now and then to just shallowly move the toy inside you and think. Remember.
Memories of that time flash in your mind. Of the noises Kamden made—the low, grumbly, possessive growls melting into pathetic moans and yips. The panting as his knot swelled and it got harder for him to move, thick cock stretching your tight pussy almost to its limits. The feeling of his teeth grazing your skin as he buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent and aching to sink his teeth into you and claim you as his own. The tingle of your skin where desire burned you up from the inside out—desire to be bred, to be marked, claimed. To be Kamden's.
You arched your back as you thrusted the toy into you with more force. A desperation to cum clouding your mind.
"Alpha," you gasp. "Fuck—god—Alpha…Kamden. Please, please, please."
Your pleas go unheard in the otherwise empty room. But that doesn't matter as you press the firm silicone dildo further into your core, chasing your orgasm. When the knot finally slips past your slick entrance, you cry out in relief.
The initial feeling of the knot pressing against your sweet spot was pure bliss. Your pussy clamped down on it like a vise, walls fluttering as if it were trying to milk the knot of all the cum it has to offer.
But it wasn't him. It wasn't Kamden. Wasn't his knot. Wasn't him panting in your ear and growling about how you were his, claiming you and your space from the inside out. It didn't feel right.
The next Monday, about seven days since the start of your heat, you wake up and immediately feel hunger. Your stomach growls and the sticky feeling between your legs feels disgusting. Both signs that you were back to your senses and your heat was over.
Thank God, you couldn't help but think. That was a long and unsatisfying week.
You trudge to the kitchen and begin to grab at things to eat. You're standing in the middle of the room, only wearing a tshirt that barely covers your bottom half, forearm shoved in a bag of chips as you search your cabinets for more food. The only food left now was whatever was leftover from your pre-heat hoard. Mostly ingredients, and you really don't feel like cooking right now.
Your body demands sustenance right now and not a second later, and the sticky mess between your thighs doesn't get any less uncomfortable as the minutes tick by. The aftermath of your heats always made you feel strange. Dirty, physically, and unsatisfied.
"I need to find my mate already," you grumble. Mouth full of food that you were working on scarfing down. "Don't know how much longer I can do this."
The 'this' in question being another mateless heat. It's frustrating. Sure, you can get an orgasm or two in per session, but they aren't mind blowing and does little to cull the blazing desire in the pit of your stomach. It only leaves you wanting more in the end.
When the rumbling of your stomach has subsided, and you no longer felt like you'd be sick if you didn't eat in that instant, you make your way to the bathroom to shower. You'd woken up a little before your alarm, so you had a few extra minutes to really scrub the remnants of your heat from your body. Almost like a full body reset. Washing off the sticky slick, the drool, the sweat that you were too tired to take care of after all was said and done.
You were still tired, physically drained, limbs feeling like jelly. Still, you manage to finish your shower, towel dry yourself and shuffle to your bedroom.
The rest of your morning goes by in a blur. Not because it went by fast, but because it was entirely uninteresting and nothing worth remembering. Pulling the sheets off of your bed, leaving them in a pile on the floor for now, getting dressed and ready for work, and grabbing one last thing to snack on before leaving your apartment. And rather than trying to fight for your life to find a parking spot, you decide that you'd take public transportation.
All of the scents on the bus are confusing and overwhelming as you get on, but luckily, it was rather empty. Just you, four other passengers, and the driver. There was enough space for you all to spread out, so you quickly found an empty seat furthest from everyone else and leaned against the window, holding your hand to your nose to cover up some of the scent. Fortunately, you didn't have to stay on it long. You got off a couple of blocks down from your office building and walked the rest of the way.
"You're back!" A few of your coworkers greet you as soon as you step out of the elevator. You wave back at them and make polite small talk until you get to your cubicle. Nobody asked why you were absent for a week—you were sure they knew—and you were thankful for that.
You were thankful for the distraction. It was just you, your computer, and the occasional chat as a coworker passes by or stops by your desk to offer you food. Like now, when one who couldn't be but about ten years older than you, grabs your attention.
"Hey," they say. "I brought lunch for the team. My kid showed me a recipe the other day and I made it last night but it made way too many servings. It's in the break room if you want any. There's a blue baking dish. That'll be it."
Nodding politely and thanking them, you finish up the task you were doing before making your way to the break room. You found the dish in the refrigerator and mentally thanked your coworker—the hunger from earlier had never really went away—and dished yourself a bit of it and put it in the microwave for some amount of time until it was hot. It was some sort of dish with potatoes and meat and cheese. Pretty basic, but to your hungry self, especially after working up an appetite for the first half of your work day despite it being a desk job, it was heaven.
You were so focused on the food that you didn't hear someone enter the break room after you.
"Oh! Just who I wanted to see!"
Fork halfway to your mouth, you turned to see your manager standing a few feet away. You carefully put the fork back on the plate and set it down on the counter in front of you.
Only one thought entered your mind. "Am I in trouble?"
This made them laugh. They shake their head and wave their hand, silently telling you no. "Of course not, don't worry!" A tension in your shoulders visibly relaxed and you smiled in relief. "I actually wanted to talk about an opportunity for you."
You look at them curiously.
"Actually, um," they start. "Our typical international consultant will be taking leave for a while and we've got an important deadline coming up soon. We—myself and the senior management—weighed our options, and based on your performance, we think you're the best fit for the role."
For a moment, you don't say anything, instead processing the information. You'd fully expected some form of punishment for abruptly taking a week or so off from work, but you'd actually been praised for your performance and given an opportunity.
The silence of processing what they'd said to you allows them to continue. "You'll be traveling to Seoul, all expenses paid, and since it's such short notice and not exactly in your job description, we're prepared to add additional compensation to your pay the following pay period."
Seoul. You'll be traveling to Seoul. You'll be in the same city as Kamden once again.
"Of course, if that's not something you want to do—"
"I'll do it!" You clear your throat. "Sorry, um, I'll do it. When should I…?"
Your manager smiles gleefully, clapping their hands. "I know this is abrupt but you'll be flying out on Saturday! We're hoping to secure the deal by next Friday. I'll send you an email later with more details. Thank you so much!"
Without another word, they leave the break room. It's just you and the now cold plate of food in front of you. A sinking feeling settles into your stomach. Could you even handle being in the same city as Kamden after everything had happened? Could you resist the urge to reach out to him? Would you even have time to think about him since you'd be there for work? Or would it be considered a misappropriation of company funds to use a little time to have dinner with your long time best friend?
You spend the rest of your work week wrapping up some of your projects and coordinating with your coworkers for the next week's assignments that you couldn't finish. You'd been briefed on the client profile that you'd be tending to, so you studied the files during your breaks, and even crafted the perfect out-of-office response for your email.
That Friday, before logging out, you reread the email from your manager again. Travel fees are paid for by the company. Hotel paid for. Meals with the client will be reimbursed. The plane tickets are booked and nonrefundable. If you secure the deal before the Friday deadline, you can opt to explore the city or an early flight home that would be reimbursed.
You set a goal for yourself: secure that deal quickly so you can spend the last few days with Kamden.
And luckily, you were able to achieve that goal. By lunch on Wednesday, the client had informed you that they liked your pitch and wanted to move forward with the contract. They spent just a few minutes looking over the documents before signing and sending you on your way. You sent a quick email to your manager to inform them of the deal and immediately pulled up your messaging app.
Your fingers worked faster than your mind as you quickly texted Kamden. Rambling about how you were in the city for a few days and you'd like to meet if he had time. That you'd understand if he couldn't—you knew he was busy with the recent comeback amidst tour preparations, which you congratulated him about.
His message back was equally rambly. Telling you that he'd love to see you, asking where you were staying, or saying that you could come to his dorm when his schedules were done for the day, whichever you felt more comfortable with.
That's how you ended up meeting him in front of his apartment building. The both of you were wearing nondescript clothes, masks over your face and Kamden was wearing a hat to hide his bleached hair. All of this may be unnecessary, but you'd rather be safe than sorry.
You follow Kamden as he leads you to his dorm. The short journey was full of chatter as the two of you caught up with one another's lives. He laughs as you turn around while he enters the code to open the door, insisting that it was fine, but you held firm that it was private.
When you walked in, you were greeted by what you could only describe as controlled chaos. The first thing you see when walking in is multiple suitcases on the floor, half packed, if you could even call it that, and the other members in various places. One coming out of the kitchen with snack bags held between his teeth, another forming a short queue to the occupied bathroom, and one sitting in the corner on his phone while ignoring the fake-out childish punches from a member younger than himself while the final member watches and laughs on his way to join the queue for the bathroom.
For a moment, nobody noticed you and Kamden had entered the room. Then, suddenly, someone says, "Yo, what smells like vanilla? Is there cake?"
Finally, they all turn toward the direction the two of you were in. Even the bathroom door opened and a head of dark blue, almost black hair peeked out. You wave shyly from your spot behind Kamden.
The dorm suddenly gets quiet and it becomes increasingly clear to you that they weren't expecting you here, and that your scent blockers had worn off, and they're reacting to a new scent in their space. Their demeanor was not threatening at all, so you weren't scared, but you began to feel a little uncomfortable as the moment drags on.
Then a waft of confusing scents began to flood your senses. Something medicinal, minty and sharp, as well as another, stronger smoky leather. There were other scents in the mix, but none overwhelmed you the way those two did. They weren't the scent of another alpha.
You subconsciously step closer to Kamden.
"Oh! You must be his friend," the red haired one—Kyrell, you think—said. "The one he grew up with? He talks about you a lot."
With the sudden realization that you aren't some random person that Kamden had brought to their home, they all visibly relaxed and engaged you in conversation. You tried your best to keep up, but the speed at which topics changed and the amount of inside jokes weren't helping. Plus, as they talked, the scents began to fluctuate and you could feel a headache coming on.
You felt bad. By now, you'd figured out that the likely culprits for the scents were Kyrell and Mackiah, and they seemed like such nice guys that you felt bad about the fact that their scents are not exactly settling well with you.
First, it was a headache. Slow and barely there at first before it becomes impossible to ignore. Then it's the dizziness and nausea.
"Are you okay?" You hum, looking up to see the members all looking at you worriedly.
Kamden especially so. His eyes were wide, studying every part of your face and locking in on your glassy eyes. "Are you sick?" he asks. "Your scent…" He doesn't finish the sentence. You understand the implication. Your scent had gone sour and you knew it.
"Um," you take a deep breath that only makes the throbbing in your head worse. "I don't feel too well…Maybe my lunch isn't settling…"
You could barely resist as Kamden scooped you up and carried you to his room. Before you knew it, you were laying on his bed as he awkwardly sat on the edge. He'd shut the door behind him as he brought you in, and all you could smell now was him. Then the shivers started. Your body felt hot, but you couldn't stop the shaking.
Kamden stood up and began grabbing things to put over you. A blanket, some of his clothes that he'd set out to be packed later—anything he could find. You held each item closer to you, burying your face in it and inhaling. Taking in Kamden's scent. Hoping that the earthy oak would help how you were feeling.
He sat back down on the edge of his bed and watched you carefully. He watched as you buried your face in things that smelled like him and sighed contentedly. Paid attention as the slightly vinegary scent mellowed out and became sweet again. And got even sweeter, a more confectionary scent rather than the slight spice it usually has. He didn't realize that he'd unintentionally been releasing a calming scent as well that relaxed you.
You, on the other hand, snuggled deeper into what was turning into a makeshift nest of Kamden's belongings. The nausea faded but the stirring in your stomach didn't stop. It just changed courses, became a deep heat, a feeling that you knew all too well. A desire. An insatiable need. A confusing, spreading feeling in your abdomen.
You were going into heat. Again.
Kamden didn't realize this. He looked at your restlessness with worry, wanting to reach out and place a comforting hand on you to let you know he's there for you. For anything you need.
When he touched you, you reacted physically. Your body jolted as his hand lightly touched your knee, and he jumped back as if he'd touched a live wire and gotten shocked. The spot where his fingertips had just barely grazed you felt like it was on fire—in the best way possible.
"Um." He begins to shift. "I'm going to get you some water…and maybe some medicine. If we have any."
Your hand shoots out to grab his wrist when he stands up. He pauses for a moment before turning to look at you.
The sight he sees almost brings him to his knees. Your skin had flushed and was coated in a thin sheen of sweat. You were looking up at him with glassy eyes, cheeks puffed out and lips pouted in an expression he can only describe as pitiful. You looked pitiful. And that made something stir within Kamden that he tries to push back. You were sick and he needs to control himself.
But you make it hard when you sit up, still holding his wrist and get ever so slightly closer to him. You're looking straight up at him through your eyelashes now and from this angle you look even cuter, more endearing.
"Please…" you whisper. "Help me."
Kamden wants to ask how he could help you, wanting to know exactly what you needed from him, but he noticed the shift. The shift of your legs pressing together, thighs tensing, aching for friction, and mentally connected it with the not so subtle change of your scent. Gone was the sour, bitter scent from moments earlier, where you were sick and overwhelmed by the scents of his fellow group members. In its place was an almost sickeningly sweet smell of freshly baked vanilla cupcakes, or the buttery, caramelized vanilla of the waffle cones at the ice creamery from your shared childhood. You smelled delicious. You smelled like an omega in heat.
Can an omega go into heat like this? Just from some new scents? The new scents of…young alphas.
His lips curl down into a scowl as he thinks about it. You didn't react like this to him when he'd visited you. When he'd gone into a terribly timed rut and fucked you all over your apartment, knotting you over and over until he was satisfied. Was it some cruel joke from the universe that he's craved you for so long, and the craving only got worse since that time, only for you to show up in the middle of comeback promotions and tour preparations and find out that your mate is one of his group members? Would the universe, the moon goddess, really do that to him? Had you found your mate in Kyrell or Mackiah and gotten worried and run to Kamden for comfort because he's your best friend? Was a cruelty like that real?
He loses his footing when you tug on his arm. He was so lost in thought that he couldn't brace himself, and you mustered up enough strength to pull him to you.
You lay back as you pull him down, spreading your legs and letting him fall between them. He barely catches himself on his forearms as you both reach the bed, almost smashing his forehead against yours. You don't mind, ignoring the clumsiness as you arch your back to grind your hips up against his. He, without thinking, reached down and pressed his hand over your pelvis to hold your hips down, and he could feel you struggling against his strength, desperate to get that friction.
Fuck. He is so fucked.
Something stirs within him as it settles in that you were going into heat. In his room. On his bed. Surrounded by all of his belongings. Everything that smelled like him seeming to bring you comfort. Whining, releasing such a delicious scent that's meant to have him wanting to devour you whole.
Kamden groans. "Talk to me," he says. "Tell me what you need."
Was he making a mistake? No, surely not. He's just a friend helping you out the same way you helped him when he went into rut. Yeah. That's it. Just two friends helping each other out. Despite everything—despite his tendency to be jealous and overprotective, possessive even. Despite his inner alpha wanting to breed your omega until you're round with his pups and how it's so hard to keep some control over himself when you're around.
But he needs to behave. Needs to keep his sound mind at the front and take care of you the way you took care of him. Even better, actually.
"Alpha." You start panting. The desperate tone coating your voice really does something for him. "You. Need—need…you…knot…breed." Your words weren't stringing together properly to form a sentence, but he understood. He just wanted to hear you say that you want him. Not Kyrell. Not Mackiah. Kamden. You want Kamden.
And you wanted Kamden so badly. You'd never smelled this much of him at once. You'd been unpresented before, practically nose blind at the time. Then, when he was at your apartment, you could smell a little bit, but not nearly enough. Now, you were in his space, surrounded by nothing but his scent. No matter which way you turned your head, with every breath in Kamden's bedroom, you smelled him. You breathed him in. His scent both aroused and calmed you in a way no other scent had. It had your mind feeling fuzzy, almost as if you were in a scent induced haze. Like you were drunk off of his scent.
You reached down with one hand, trying to push the hand holding you down to your center, and used your other hand to tug at Kamden's clothes.
"Please," you beg.
He squeezes his eyes shut for just a moment before looking at you. Of course he wasn't going to tell you no. He would never. "Let me go lock the door."
The promise beneath that statement was electrifying. Let him lock his bedroom door so he can take care of you. So nobody can come in. So you have all of his attention. Nobody outside of that bedroom would matter to him as long as he was in here with you.
You let him go and watch him with an intense gaze as he fumbles to turn the lock on his door. He even has to stop for a moment and take a deep breath to calm himself down and steady his shaking hands before he could successfully lock it.
As he walks back toward you with careful steps, you begin to get restless. Rather impatient, even. He's walking so slowly and the feeling of your clothes starting to stick to your skin was getting unbearable. So you sat up and pulled your clothes off—shirt first, leaving you in a bra that you took off as well after a quick internal debate, then your pants.
He's back in front of you before you can hook your fingers around the fabric of your underwear to pull them down. His hands land on your shoulders, gently pushing you to lie down. You oblige and settle into your makeshift nest full of his belongings and look up at him expectantly. He puts his hands on your bent knees, and like it was instinct, you spread your legs for him.
Kamden looks down and notices the wet patch on your underwear—or, more like the entire seat of your underwear being drenched. He can't help but reach out and touch.
You jump when his fingers rub over the wet, sticky fabric. They slide up your slit, pushing the cloth a little further between your folds until he finds your clit. Then, suddenly, he pulls away. You can't help but whine at the loss of contact, not even caring how loud you were getting with your protests and needy sounds, desperate to feel some sort of relief.
"Are you sure?" he asks again.
Your gaze sharpens into something akin to annoyance. Annoyance that he even has to ask when you're this needy and pliant and wet, in his bed, aching for his thick cock and knot.
You huff. "If you don't want to help me I can just go ask another alpha—"
Kamden's growl is what stopped you from finishing your sentence. You weren't actually going to go find another alpha to help you through your heat. You were never going to ask for another alpha's knot, and especially not one of his group mates. But the low grumble in his chest—the possessiveness, the warning—stopped you dead in your tracks. It was a wordless declaration, you hoped, that you were his. At least just for now.
His hands are back on your body before you know it. They move from your knees over your stomach and up to your bare, already heaving chest. Just the touch of his hands on your skin has that fiery blaze of your heat picking up again. Not that it had subsided in the least, but now the feelings are intensified by his hands on you.
He kneads your breasts and rubs his thumbs over your nipples. That alone already has you squirming. Part of you was still sensitive from your most recent heat, the dissatisfaction of not having proper relief still lingering deep in your senses. You were already a mess. A whimpering, whining mess and all he's done is touch your tits.
His hands travel upward, and he grasps your neck. He doesn't quite squeeze—he just holds your neck, close to your jawline, and uses his leverage to turn your head to the side. He dips down, leaning on his forearms and shoves his nose in the spot where his fingers were previously. He inhales, nuzzling into your scent glands. Now that he's able to smell you, he can't get enough. He hasn't been able to stop thinking about your scent since that day, and now that you're here, and it smells even sweeter, he feels like he could get addicted to the way you smell.
You tilt your head back. He nuzzles deeper, nose brushing over your neck, quickly followed by his lips. Kamden kisses your pulse point, your scent gland, which has you melting into his touch. You can feel him gently sucking the skin into his mouth, not quite biting down, but enough to leave faint marks behind. It makes you want him to mark you for real. But before you can get too in your own mind about it, he moves, and then his lips are on yours.
For the first time ever, Kamden is kissing you. The two of you had never done that before. Not even when you helped him during his rut at your apartment. You thought of this moment a lot—your first kiss with Kamden—as you grew up and harbored that little crush on him, but you never imagined it would be like this. Going into heat on his bed, having him there to help you through your most vulnerable time. You weren't complaining though.
You kiss him back sloppily. It's a mess of tongue and saliva and uncoordinated, desperate movements. And it was so good. So, so good.
Without thinking, you lift your hips to find some sort of relief again. The lack of attention to your center is beginning to get a little painful, so you chase that relief subconsciously as your mouth moves with Kamden's. This time, however, he doesn't hold your hips down to stop you. He leans into it.
Kamden presses his knees into the mattress and angles his hips so you can get that friction you crave. Some time between him leaning over you and kneeling, he managed to push his sweats—the pants he put on after his shower at the end of his schedules for the day—down to his thighs. With one less layer between the two of you, you begin to lift your hips up to rut against his. He adjusts and rocks his hips to meet yours.
His hardening bulge slides between your clothed folds and against your clit. The sensation has you throwing your head back, breaking the kiss. You pant and grasp his shirt, trying to ground yourself, but feeling yourself slip further into that desperate head space.
You used your grip on his shirt to pull him down and buried your face in his neck. The sweet, smoky oak of his scent was intoxicating, and you were surrounded by so much of it.
By now, your underwear was completely soaked in your slick, even leaking onto his own and making a wet patch where his bulge rubs against you. It sheers the color of the fabric out, making the light grey of his underwear almost translucent.
"Al—Alpha," you breathlessly say. "Knot. Please. Please, knot me. I need it…Need you, please, Kamden."
The desperation in your voice has his cock twitching and hips stuttering. He briefly thinks to himself that he wants to hear you beg for him like that more. Only for him, never for another alpha. Not for Kyrell or Mackiah—only for Kamden. And if that meant sinking his teeth into your neck to claim you as his, well, the two of you would have to have a serious conversation about that when you weren't on the verge of tears because you were literally aching for his cock.
Until then, he's going to knot you so thoroughly, so deeply that it satiates you and has you blissed out as many times as you need.
You whine as he pulls apart from you and he finds it so adorable.
"Hey, relax," he soothes. "I'm just taking my clothes off."
You huff but try to be patient when he takes a step back and tugs at his clothes. He pulls his shirt off and you openly admire his body—thick in the right places. You liked that even as he grew into his alpha stature that he didn't go too crazy about needing muscle to look the part of the alpha that he is. His stomach, or tummy, as you lovingly called it since you were young, was still quite soft and like the Kamden you'd always known. You wanted to reach out and touch it. Wanted to touch every part of him.
With a little push, his sweats and underwear fall to his feet and he steps out of them. He was fully bare and you still had your underwear on, though they'd stuck to you like a second skin by now.
Kamden takes a moment to appreciate the sight in front of him. The last time he had seen you in a state of undress, he couldn't fully appreciate it because of his rut clouding his mind. Now, though, he could take in the sight of you. Your heaving chest, perfect boobs, all the way down to your legs. He locks his eyes on your core, where your panties had been so completely soaked and pushed into your skin that he could see just about every detail of your pussy through them.
He wanted so badly to taste you—he could feel his mouth watering. But as he finally looked at your face, at your teary eyes and pouted lips, he's not sure you can stand one more minute without feeling him inside you, and the thought makes his stomach flip in excitement.
Finally, he hooks his fingers between the fabric of your panties and your skin and pulls them down. It feels a bit gross when the sticky mess peels away from your body, but you clench in anticipation from what's to come. You lift your hips to help him get them off, and once you were completely naked, you wrapped your legs around him and pulled him closer.
He caught himself on his hands and again knelt on the bed. You could feel his hard cock brushing against your thigh.
"Hurry up," you plead. You lift your hips again and attempt to pull him into you with the leverage you had from your legs around his waist.
You whine, a pathetic little noise from the feeling of having an alpha so close to you but not helping relieve the uncomfortable feeling of your heat already. He responds with a growl—not to intimidate you, but a natural response to an omega in distress. And you're becoming more and more agitated and frustrated by the minute.
Kamden leans back, supporting his weight on his knees, and moved his hands to grasp his length. He pumps it a few times before shuffling closer and lining himself up.
The stretch as he pushes his cock in you is something you could get used to. You dig the heels of your feet into his lower back to use as leverage to angle your hips and he slides in that much deeper. Without previous prep, it should hurt, but you were so incredibly turned on and in heat that your pussy welcomed him with ease. You were still tight, still squeezing his thick cock as he slides into you, but the amount of slick and desperation mixed together makes it much easier.
He stops to let you adjust for a moment, but that moment lasts too long and you start rolling your hips. Fucking yourself on him because he wasn't doing it himself soon enough. For a second, he lets you. He watches as you use him like a toy for your own pleasure, then decides that it's enough and he should take matters into his own hands.
His hands find their way to your hips. He grips them, the soft flesh indenting as his fingertips dig in.
As he pulls his hips back, you reach out to hold his broad shoulders to ground yourself. To have something to hold on to while he fucks you. To dig your nails into when he rocks his hips forward in one fluid motion that makes your breath catch in your throat and the consistent rhythm of deep, purposeful thrusts that he sets immediately after.
The sounds are equal parts gross and incredibly arousing. The wet sound of slapping skin as his hips meet yours was impossible to ignore. There would be absolutely no denying what happened in this room in a few days when you come out of your heat-fueled daze, and the idea of everyone knowing that Kamden had knotted you during your heat made something swell in your chest—a warmth that felt familiar to you when it comes to Kamden but you couldn't name.
"Al-Alpha," you moan. He hums in response, subconsciously kneading your hips as he continued to push his hips into yours. "K-Kiss?"
Since he'd kissed you earlier, you don't think you could ever go back to not kissing him. And right now, kissing him while he's deep in you is what you want. Luckily, he obliges—he always will, you think. You can't remember a time that Kamden has ever told you no, denying you what you want. Not a single time since you'd grown up together.
He leans down and kisses you again. It changes the position and pace a little. Resting on his forearm and pressing you onto the bed with his body weight, rutting his hips into you instead of the sharp thrusts from before. The kiss is messy. Mostly consisting of you panting as his cock rubs against your walls and him licking into your mouth. You try kissing him back, occasionally catching as his tongue licks into your mouth and closing your lips around it to suck on his for a just a moment, but as soon as you do, his cock brushes against the sweet spot inside you that makes you break the kiss to cry out in pleasure.
Eventually, you pull away from him and throw your head back. He uses this opportunity to shove his face in your neck again. Kamden decides then that he'll never be able to get over your scent. He loves it and it suits you so well. Sweet, a little spicy. He hates the idea of another alpha eventually getting to smell you every day, have your scent around your house together, have you scenting them before they go to work to make it known that they are off limits. Selfishly, he wants that for himself.
Subconsciously, as he grinds his hips into yours, he begins to rub his face over your scent glands. Mixing his and your scent together. Marking his skin with the sweet and spicy, unique scent of you. Marking yours with his smoky oak scent. Together, you smelled like a bonfire. Like roasted marshmallows. Like the "camping trips" you'd taken together to your parents backyard because the woods were scary to you when you were younger.
It just worked. And he could see himself getting used to the scent of the two of you mixed together.
You break him out of his thoughts by scratching down his back as you try to rock your hips to meet his in perfect timing. He sits up on his knees and goes back to the pace he had set before. Fast, purposeful, deep. Knocking the air out of your lungs and leaving you gasping and wanting more simultaneously.
He puts his hand on your lower stomach and he swears for a moment that he can feel himself there. "Fuck," he groans.
His movements get sloppy and uncoordinated as you clench down on him, sucking him in so well that it gets hard to move. "Close," you manage to say. You were close to orgasm and he wasn't going to last much longer after that.
He moves his hand down just enough for his thumb to rub circles on your neglected, sensitive clit, drawing you closer and closer to the edge until the pressure and a particularly angled thrust of his hips finally pushes you over. Your muscles contract involuntarily and your legs shake a little from the sensation. And as he fucks you through your orgasm, his knot swells at the base of his cock until he reaches his own peak and locks himself inside you with one final thrust.
You're still coming down from your orgasm, still feeling the aftershocks as his knot stretches you and effectively plugs your hole as Kamden cums. Your senses are heightened as his warm release spills inside you, sensitive and fucked out, but still somehow not fully satiated.
You force your eyes to stay open and look at his face. His eyes are squeezed tight, teeth bared and looking so inviting. You want him to use them on you, to bite you where your shoulders meet your neck, to claim you as his mate. Maybe then you'd be satisfied—knotted and mated. Claimed. Soul bonding with the man you've harbored feelings for for years. Becoming one, a mated pair. Spending the rest of your heats and ruts together, maybe even raising a pup or two together in the future.
"Bite me," you say, voice slightly hoarse. "Please, bite me. Mark me, Kamden. I want you to…Need you to. Make me yours, please."
The words sound so good to him, and they feel right. But he just can't. Not yet. Not right now. It's the first time he's going to tell you no. The first time in the history of your friendship that Kamden is telling you that he can't do something you ask.
He sighs. "You don't mean that."
"I do! I really do! I promise."
It takes a lot out of him to say no to you. It nearly physically pains him to shake his head. "I can't. Not while you're in heat—what if you don't really mean it?" Before he knows it, he's rambling. It should be awkward with his knot still inside you, keeping his cum there and preventing it from leaking and wasting any, but he can't focus on that. His emotions are still a little raw from his bout of jealousy from thinking that you wanted another alpha, and he can't stop the words from spilling out of his mouth. "If I mark you and claim you as my mate while you're in heat and then you regret it after, I don't–I don't know how I could handle it. I don't want it to be an impulsive decision. I want to talk about it when we're both in a better headspace and not fueled by lust and sexual urges. I w-wouldn't…"
You want to whine at him, beg him some more, but you don't. Instead, you nod. You understand his viewpoint. Somewhat. The bigger part of you right now is still begging to be mated and bred, but a deeper part of you knows exactly what he means. "I wouldn't regret it…"
He nods. "Please don't think that I'm saying I don't want you as my mate," he pauses. "I do. I just want to be sure that you want it just as bad as I do."
Thats reasonable, and you decide to let it go for now. But you stash the words in your mind, keeping them to remind yourself later. Kamden wants to be your mate. Kamden wants you to be his mate. He said that. He means what he says.
Some time during your talk, his knot started to go down. Every now and then, he would test to see if it had gone down enough for him to pull out, and the sensation had you gripping his shoulders. You were sensitive still, but at the same time, he was essentially knotfucking you and it felt so good. Eventually, though, he was able to pull out and move about.
You assume he's going to lie down next to you on his bed that's definitely not really big enough for two people, but instead he shuffles down until he's face to face with your pussy. Before you can even ask what he's doing, he licks up your slit and suckles your clit into his mouth. Your hands shoot to his hair and you arch your back. Overstimulated slightly, but still needing some sort of stimulation. You were in heat, after all, and it's the first one in a long time that you were spending with someone else.
Kamden eats your pussy like a starved man. To him, you taste as good as you smell. Your scent is the strongest from your core. Though slightly muskier, the mix of your slick and cum mixed together with his tasted exactly like he thought earlier—like roasted marshmallows over a bonfire. It was an addicting taste. One that he already couldn't get enough of.
The sounds are obscene. The slurping, your moans, him humming in contentment as he eats you out.
He shoves his face impossibly deeper into your cunt and continues to practically make out with it. He's incredibly skilled with his mouth—tongue flicking and rolling and sucking and slurping in ways that have you wanting to clamp your thighs around his head and keep him there, rocking your hips and humping his face until you cum again.
His arms snake under your thighs to wrap around them and hold you in place. You're rapidly approaching a second orgasm and it feels like it's his mission to make you reach it as quick as possible. He moves his head, side to side, up and down as his skilled tongue licks over your folds. He sucks your clit into his mouth and releases it, just to repeat the movements.
It wasn't long until you're pulling on his hair and rutting your hips against his face to give you that last bit that you need to reach your second high of the night. He stays steady, working his mouth over you and timing his movements with yours.
When he finally pulls away from you, the entire lower half of his face is covered in your slick. It looks so filthy, so raunchy and lewd, but it makes you proud. Makes that feeling bloom in your chest again. That fire blazing, proof that this is real. That Kamden is actually there, helping you through your heat. It's not just a fantasy anymore or a wet dream like you've had before. He's actually here, you're actually in his bed and he's already knotted you once today and will probably do it again. Multiple times over the next few days. And he just ate you out for the first time, with proof that he enjoyed it if his hard and leaking cock were anything to go by when he sits up.
You were in for a long few days, but you couldn't wait.
heyy so i was thinking about fingering + jiho and i started DROOLING. idk if you're taking requests rn but i was wondering if u could write something with that, not too long if u don't want to but I just NEEEEEDD bc im a whore for his hands omg
WARNINGS ⭑ established relationship, inexperienced!reader, experienced!jiho, sexual experience gap, sexual exploration, mild breast play, mention of oral sex (f receiving), fingering, jiho talking reader through it
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Your heart beats loudly in your ears, almost completely drowning out your surroundings—and would have if you weren't so hyper aware of everything. With your senses heightened, you can't help but notice. Everything. You feel, you smell, you hear, you taste. You would see, too, if it weren't for your eyes being squeezed shut.
It's Jiho. Your senses are full of Jiho. Overloaded. The scent of his cologne. The feeling of his body, still clothed, pressed against yours. The taste of his lips as he kisses you. The sound of his contented sighs that get a little more frustrated and huffy the longer it goes on. It's all so much. So good. So overwhelming.
You'd kissed Jiho a number of times over the course of your relationship—starting with shy pecks, just barely pressing your lips together, until it naturally progressed to long make out sessions that leave you breathless. And lately, they've been leaving you wanting more. But truth be told, you were nervous. Scared, even. Not because you were worried about Jiho, but because, well, you couldn't deny that there was a big difference in the experience the two of you have when it comes to relationships and things you do while in relationships.
From the first date, Jiho was upfront about his past. Not because you asked him to, but because he felt it was fair. He told you that he'd had his fair share of relationships before. A long term partner and a few casual flings after that ended. And you were honest, too. Honest that you didn't have a past. Because, like him, you felt it was only fair to be truthful. You'd barely kissed anyone before, and you told him that. Because if a physical relationship was something he thought was important, it was best that the two of you got it out of the way before getting invested in one another.
Jiho assured you that it was fine. He told you that he would follow your lead. That he'd let you decide the pace. And he did.
True to his word, Jiho waited for you to initiate any sort of contact. He waited for you to accidentally brush your hand against his before he asked for your permission to hold it. He waited for you to lean your head against his shoulder as the two of you watched some mindless show to put his arm around you and pull you to his chest. And he waited for you to stare at his full lips a little too long, subconsciously making a kissy face before he asked if you wanted him to kiss you.
All of that leads to now—with you lying on Jiho's bed, bodies pressed together from head to toe. He's resting on his forearms as he kisses you, parting your lips with his own and teasingly swiping his tongue over yours. The two of you had kissed like this before. Many times. Kissing like you wanted to morph together, become one being as you press closer together until every part of your bodies were connected. Kisses where when he pulls away, there's a gross mess of saliva dripping down your chin and leaving a sheen on each others lips.
You'd parted your legs long ago for Jiho to slot himself between, making the positioning of your bodies more comfortable. And you weren't oblivious—inexperienced, yes, but oblivious? No. You could feel his bulge pressing against your center, and the thought makes you curious.
Despite the fact that you had never been intimate with someone like this, you trusted Jiho. You wanted it with him. You thought about it sometimes as he slept next to you—isn't it the logical next step, anyway? What would it be like to have him on top of you, pressing kisses to every part of your body, lips exploring parts of you that he'd never dared to go before? Kissing down your neck, your chest. Everywhere below your face, where his kisses had been contained to.
He pulls back from the kiss to catch his breath, panting as he nuzzles against your cheek. You're pretty sure he said something as you feel the vibrations against your chest, but you were deep in thought and didn't hear him. So you asked him to repeat himself. He can't help but huff an affectionate laugh. "I said…what are you thinkin' about?"
"Who says I'm thinking about anything?" You try to deflect. You want to tell him, but you're not sure how and every possible phrasing makes your face burn hot. It was a special kind of vulnerability, and while you trust Jiho completely, it's still nerve wracking.
He props himself up on his elbows and looks at you with a lazy smile on his face. "It's all over your face. You've got that look in your eyes that you have when you're zoned out and you look flushed. What's up?"
The fact that you have tells that you're thinking about something, and that Jiho notices them, makes a warmth spread in your chest. It slightly overpowers the nervous feeling you have about bringing up the topic because it reassures you that he cares about you.
You take a deep breath. In, out. Jiho is still close enough to your face that the outward puff of air blows his hair off of his forehead, and it makes him giggle and blow on your face in return.
After the two of you calm down from your sudden fit of soft laughter, you brace yourself again. You turn your head to the side because he's looking at you with such intensity that it's making you more shy than anything. Even with your gaze fixed on the wall to the side of you, you can still feel his gaze on you. Boring into your face.
"I think I'm ready," you whisper, "for more."
Jiho immediately perks up. He sits up on his knees and the sudden movement drags his bulge over your clothed core before the touch is removed altogether. Only your knees very lightly clamped around his hips remain. "Are you sure? What more? Tell me, please."
Squeezing your eyes shut, you nervously nibble at your bottom lip. He reaches out and pulls your lip from between your teeth and smooths his thumb over it. A small, comforting gesture that builds your courage up just enough to say it. "Just…more. All of it." You look at him finally. His eyes are soft and warm and reassuring, encouraging you to say what you're comfortable with. "I want it all with you, but I'm a bit nervous."
"I've been waiting for this day," he beams. "Can I touch you? You don't have to be nervous." He gently caresses your face, and you lean into the touch. "I'll only do what you allow me to. Only what you want to do. Promise."
You reached for his hand, holding it with your own trembling fingers. For a moment, you just studied them. Like you'd done plenty before. Especially in the weeks leading up to this moment. All of those times where you'd stare at his hand as it rested casually on your knee when he sat beside you—a show of affection, but nothing too much, because he didn't want to cross any boundaries. You'd look at the way his hand splayed over your leg, sometimes imagining it in other places. The thought always made you shy, but you couldn't stop wondering.
Now, you looked at his hand—his long, thick fingers—and wondered how they'd feel inside you. So you pulled his hand to your body and looked at him with determination despite the anxious twist of your stomach. "Touch me…please."
With your permission, Jiho happily obliges. He starts by gently rubbing comforting shapes on your hips until you relax your tense body before ever so slowly moving his touch higher. He cups your breasts in his palms, and you let out a shaky breath at the feeling of his hands on you. He lets you adjust to the feeling of his hands on your body, in areas other than your safe zones, before gently kneading the flesh.
You're already breathing heavily by now. Just this touch was enough to have your mind reeling. It's all so new. It's so good.
He looks at you with an intense look in his eyes, still soft and sweet, but darker. "Can I get these out of the way?"
You know he's talking about your clothes, and you surprise him by reaching for them yourself and tugging at them. You get the shirt off smoothly, but fumble a bit with the pants, and he places his hand over yours.
"Hey," he starts. "There's no rush. Just lay back and relax, okay?"
He reaches behind you and expertly unclasps your bra. The action makes you pause, remembering. A reminder that he's done this before. Countless times, even. The thought made you a little insecure, but looking at Jiho's concerned expression when you don't respond to him, it starts to melt away. "I'm okay," you tell him. "I just got a little lost in thought. I want to keep going, though."
You let the straps of your bra fall off of your shoulders, and you toss the material aside. He tries not to gawk, but there's a sparkle in his eyes as he looks at your bare chest. He's thrilled that this is finally happening, yet he doesn't want to scare you.
Jiho dips his head down. His hair falls forward, the strands lightly tickling your skin as he kissed over your sternum and between your breasts. He looks up at you for any sign of hesitation. His catlike eyes look even cuter from this angle, and as they search your face, he sees you looking at him with curiosity. Your lips were parted, the very tip of your tongue poking out as you anticipated his next move. He thinks you're so cute like this.
The first swipe of his tongue over your nipples makes you jump. He licks over the bud before closing his lips around it and lightly suckling. When he pulls back, the skin is still held between his lips for just a moment before he lets go. When he does, he immediately does the same with the opposite side.
You begin to squirm a little. Both from the new feeling of his mouth on your chest, leaving behind a trail of saliva as he explores your body, and from complete and utter need. You need more.
He continues his kisses down your torso. Kissing, licking, nipping at your skin. Leaving the faintest teeth marks on your stomach as he moves further down your body. He was beginning to run out of room on the bed, curling his legs up so his feet weren't awkwardly hanging off of the bottom. When his lips meet the waistband of your bottoms, the ones he'd stopped you from rushing to take off earlier, he looks back up at you.
A simple nod, a barely audible whisper telling him yes, is what he needed to hook his fingers beneath the fabric and pull. Instinctively, you lift your hips to allow him to smoothly pull off your bottoms and your underwear in one go. Once the items were thrown on the floor, Jiho resumes kissing your newly exposed skin. He presses kisses to the part of your stomach where the waistband of your pants had lightly dug into the flesh, leaving a faint mark in its wake, and moved lower. Dangerously low.
When his lips brush over your pubic bone, you reach out and firmly plant your palms on his forehead, holding him a few centimeters away from your body. He looks up at you with wide eyes, full of confusion and worry. He wonders if he went too far. If he made you uncomfortable somehow.
He hums, wordlessly asking what was wrong.
You take a shaky breath, eyes darting around the room to find something else to focus on so you wouldn't have to look him in the eye. Your face is burning hot with embarrassment and still, underneath the surface, a desire like no other. You want it to be Jiho. You really do. But you're nervous—what if he finds it boring because you don't know what you're doing? A bunch of what-ifs cloud your mind and you momentarily forget that your boyfriend is settled between your legs, face barely a few centimeters above the most intimate part of your naked body.
"Ah," you sigh. "Isn't it…weird? To….kiss down there…?"
Jiho huffs a laugh, his breath fanning over your skin nearly making you jolt. "There's nothing more in this world that I would love to do than kiss you here. If you let me." You finally look at him and see the sincerity in his expression. "But if you're not comfortable with that, we can do other things. Or nothing at all, too. It's your choice."
Your gaze lands on his hands. One was pressed flat against the surface of the bed beneath you, and the other gently cradled your hip, thumb rubbing soft circles where it rests. You make your decision then.
"I want—"
He never takes his gaze off of you, and for a moment you start to get shy an nervous about the words that are about to come out of your mouth.
"I want your fingers…in me…"
Jiho smiles and changes his positioning. Rather than laying between your legs, thighs to the side of each shoulder, he sits up on his knees. "Are you sure?" he asks.
You nod. "I'm sure…"
His touch starts slow. Much like he'd done with the kissing, Jiho starts by gently caressing your skin with his fingertips. Letting you get accustomed to the feeling of him touching your bare body.
You nuzzle into his palm as he cups your face, but he removes that touch as soon as you settle into it, ghosting his fingers over your jawline and down your neck to your chest. He reaches your breastbone and pauses. Jiho searches for any sign of hesitation in your expression, but your gaze is now focused on his fingers touching your skin, bottom lip pulled between your teeth in anticipation.
He moves his hand, mapping out the shape of your breasts and rubbing slow circles over your nipples that have you slightly arching toward the touch. With a flat hand, he slides his hand lower. Across your stomach, just barely brushing the top of your pelvis before changing his angle.
You release the nervous breath you were holding.
He rubs his hands over the lengths of your legs, down to your ankles and back up to your thighs. He braces his hands, lightly digging the tips of his fingers into the fatty flesh there.
His eyes scan up your body and take in your expression. Flustered. Eyes lightly glazed over with what he can only assume is desire from the way you're looking at him. It makes his cock twitch, interest and arousal simmering beneath his skin. But he pushes them to the back burner—it's not about him, it's about you and what you want.
"May I?"
"Please."
Jiho is gentle when he finally touches you. Tender, even. His fingers glide forward, smooth and slow, past the crease of your legs and to your center. With one hand, he uses two fingers to spread your folds. He lets out an amused sound at the sight of your slick arousal pooling around your entrance.
You squirm slightly from the embarrassment. "Don't just stare…"
He can't help but laugh a little, leaning down to litter your face with kisses. "Sorry," he says. "Just can't believe it. I won't keep you waiting."
Half a beat later, his opposite hand joined the other. Collecting some of the wetness from your hole and traveling upwards. You nearly jump when the pad of his finger rubs soft circles over your erected clit. The shock of him touching your sensitive bundle of nerves was new, and you're pretty sure that you like it. But just as soon as the touch was there, it was gone.
You can feel it circling around your entrance. Letting you brace yourself for what's to come. You were equal parts excited, ready, and nervous.
One of his thick fingers begins to push into your tight hole, making you tense up. "Hey," he soothes. He lets go of your center with the hand that was spreading you open and reaches to cradle your head. He lightly massages your scalp and you can feel yourself relaxing into his touch. "It's okay. Relax. I'll go slow—or I'll stop if you want me to. Just say the word."
"Don't." You're firm with your response despite everything. "I'm okay. Don't stop."
Jiho changes his positioning, laying to your side rather than hovering between your legs. He throws one leg over yours to keep it pulled apart as he starts to move his hand again. As he pushes his finger further into you, he uses the hand on your head to turn your face toward him.
"Just look at me." He rakes his eyes over yours features. "Focus on me."
You pout your lips in response and slightly angle your head toward him; it was a silent ask for a kiss that Jiho knew all too well. He obliges.
The kiss serves as a distraction as he sinks his finger into you. As you focus on kissing him, matching the eager pace of his tongue and lips, you relax even further. This allows him to bury his finger into you completely. You gasp at the realization, but he keeps kissing you. Barely breaking the kiss to take quick breaths before going back for more. He swallows your noises as he slowly moves his finger. The feeling was odd at first, but something you could get used to, you decide.
All you can hear now, rather than incessant beating of your anxious heart, is the soft smacking sounds of the kiss and the noises you make into it, and the almost quiet squelching of your wetness as he makes slightly larger movements, testing your readiness. His hand pulls back until the tip of his finger is barely inside you before slowly pushing in again, creating a steady and relaxed rhythm.
It feels good, but also…not enough.
"Mmm," you whine against his lips. "More. Please."
Jiho hardly thinks twice before humming in confirmation, hand moving like it's got a mind of its own. He, again, pulls his hand back, but instead of pressing the one finger in, he adds a second. The stretch of another one of his thick fingers in your tight hole has you whimpering.
He backs away from the kiss, sitting up ever so slightly to glance down at where you suck his fingers in so well. You're squeezing down on him so hard, but you're so wet that it's still quite easy for him to move. He's amazed—he'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about this for a while, and now that it's happening, it feels surreal.
The pace he sets is slow, but is more than enough for you. He thrusts his fingers in a steady rhythm, curling the tips of them toward himself to brush against a spot inside you that has you flexing your ankles. It's a strange feeling when the slightly rough pads of his fingers stroke that spot. Almost like the feeling you get when your bladder is full—but it goes away as his fingers continue moving.
He leans down again, but he doesn't press his lips to yours this time. Instead, he kisses along your jawline, slightly firmer than his precious kisses. You can even feel him lightly sucking the skin into his mouth for just a moment, teeth catching the very surface before he lets go and smooths his tongue over the area. It wasn't enough to leave a mark, but it was enough, combined with the feeling between your legs, to have your mind effectively turning to mush.
Can sex really feel this good? You think to yourself. You start to wonder why you were so scared to do this with Jiho. Maybe you'd always wanted to do this with him. Craved this sort of intimacy. But you were nervous about the difference in experience the two of you had, worrying if you'd even be good because you weren't exactly sure what you were doing. Evidently, however, Jiho seemed to not mind, if the swell in his pants that's rubbing against your leg is anything to go by.
He continue to expertly take you apart, tenderly massaging the innermost intimate parts of your body. With his two fingers inside of you, he stretches his thumb to apply light pressure to your clit. He rubs the bud in counter rhythm to his fingers so you have constant stimulation and it has your back arching.
"Are you close?" he asks.
Through gasps and shaky breaths, you respond, "I-I don't know…I've never—"
"You keep clenching around my fingers." He punctuates the statement with a kiss to your cheek. "I can feel it. Can also feel your thighs tensing. What do you feel inside your body?"
Your mind feels fuzzy. The words to describe what you're feeling is hard. You just feel. "I can't—I can't explain it." It's nearly impossible to get those words out to begin with, so you can't imagine describing the range of sensations you're feeling. Kind of like you're going to pee, but knowing you won't? Or like a coil that's wound so tight it feels like it's going to snap? Somewhere in between, or nothing like it at all.
He kisses your lips again before mumbling against them. "Whatever you're feeling, don't hold it back. Relax and let go."
The words reassure you, and you realize that you'd been holding tension in your body, and as you released it, a whole new feeling washed over you.
Your mouth falls open and Jiho pulls back to watch your face. He thinks that he's never seen a sight so beautiful, with your eyes squeezed shut, eyebrows furrowed and a blissed out expression on your features. Your chest heaves as you try to breathe through it. And it's like your body has a mind of its own, both of your hands shooting down to grasp Jiho's wrist as you intuitively rock your hips further into his touch.
"There you are," he praises. "You're doing so good. Doesn't it feel good? God, you look so pretty like this."
Your orgasm washes over you in waves, starting small until it builds to white-hot, blinding pleasure that takes over your body. And through it all, Jiho never stops his movements. Not even when your fingernails dig into his wrist and the back of his hand. Not when the involuntary muscle contractions squeeze down on his fingers like a vise. He keeps moving, keeps telling you how good you're doing, keeps praising you as he guides you through the first orgasm at your boyfriend's hands.
And god, you think that this is something you could get used to. Or maybe you'd get greedy, because as you begin to come down from your high, you want to have that feeling again. You want more.
❪ 滑る ❫ fluff newly est. rs first love seungmo x f!reader 568 cw ノ kissing, they're so shy, not proofread 〃 ♡ ⸝⸝⸝ written as part of @fish-and-cake-net's spring memories event! this fic is inspired by the first kiss prompt!! / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
Seungmo's heart catches in his chest when he notices how close you are to him. Then, it drops to his stomach when he sees how you're moving even closer—leaning into him.
And holy fuck.
You're about to kiss him.
You're about to kiss him.
He shouldn't be so nervous. You've already confessed, been on a few dates, and started feeling more confident about actually admitting that you're dating. He knew this moment would come, and he's had weeks to prepare.
But kissing feels… new. Not scary in an unwanted way, but terrifying because it's something he's never done before. Seungmo is nineteen already, but he still hasn't had his first kiss. In terms of dating experience, he's as fresh as you can get.
He's still too embarrassed to admit he's been saving his first kiss for you all these years. Ever since you were in high school and he started secretly crushing on you, he's promised himself that you would be the first girl he would kiss. He's had years to dream about this exact moment, but now that it's happening, he can hardly process it.
You're moving too fast, yet not fast enough at the same time. A million thoughts rush through his head. He's scared he won't be a good kisser. He's scared you won't like it. But he's also excited. The past few weeks have been a countdown to this; building anticipation to something that will surely last in his memory forever.
The moment, in actuality, is over quite fast. You don't linger long against his lips. You stand on your tiptoes to reach him, cupping his face gently and brushing against his tenderly. Sparks fly, and Seungmo finally understands what it feels like to be the main character in a first love romance.
But as quickly as it starts, it's over.
You pull back with a shy smile on your face and the tips of your ears tinging pink. Seungmo thinks he's in love, but that isn't new. He also thinks he's forgotten how to breathe—that is new, but not important enough to spare any of his attention for.
Not when you look so adorable, so sweet, so perfect. You're unable to look away from him, even though you're fidgeting with your fingers and bouncing a little on your heels—a nervous habit of yours that he adores.
"Was that… okay?" you ask nervously. Seungmo has his head in the clouds. "Seungmo?"
"Huh? Oh, I… yeah. I… really liked it," he whispers.
You grin. "You're such a dork."
"You like this dork," he laughs, grabbing your arm when you try to turn away.
"I do not!" you insist and try to wriggle your way out of his hold. Of course, he easily overpowers you, and your attempt to escape only ends with you pressed against his chest.
"You just kissed this dork," he reminds you seriously. You shake your head. Your jaw is starting to ache from smiling.
"You're denying it?" Seungmo brow raises in surprise, but his lips quickly jump to grin at you. "There were witnesses, Y/n."
You giggle. "What witnesses?"
"For starters, me."
"You're the victim, not a witness. It doesn't count!"
"A victim? So you're saying that kissing me was you committing a crime?"
You flush and hide your face in his chest.
"Do you think you'd risk becoming a repeat offender?" Seungmo whispers against your ear.
❪ 滑る ❫ fluff no labels relationship to established relationship confession boxer au boxer!brian x f!reader 521 cw ノ kissing, mention of a bruise, not proofread 〃 ♡ ⸝⸝⸝ in an ampies mood frfr watch me just procrastinate on my event to write more for my boys instead <3 / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
"I think I'm in love with you," Brian whispers. His dark eyes stay focused on you, barely a breath in between you two. You map out his face with your own eyes, trailing over his rosy lips, and the purple bruise forming on his cheekbone. His earring dangles from his left ear, and the necklace you gave him still sits in its place—a pretty pearl set against his collarbone.
"You think?" you echo back, voice steady and teasing.
Despite your calm response, your heart hammers in your chest at his words. You've been waiting for this for months. Wondering how many late night training sessions or big matches you would have to attend to make your motive clear. Everyone else could see it. It was so obvious that you had been mistaken for his girlfriend three times already. He never corrected them, but each time he got a glance from you; one that said 'why haven't you asked yet?'
"I wanted to tell you sooner, but…" Brian sighs, regret and relief mixing in with his words. He pulls you closer, rests his forehead on yours, and closes his eyes. "I didn't think I deserved you until after I won the championship. I didn't want you to become distraction when you've always been my biggest motivation. I couldn't risk it backfiring."
You smile. "I know."
Silence falls between you two—thick with tension and restraint that feels like it'll break any second. You feel him lean down slightly, breath fanning your lips. You know how badly he wants to kiss you, how much he's been holding back the past few days. You know he will think you're cruel for it, but you stop him just before he can taste you, your finger pressed against his plush lips.
"Tell me. Was the trophy the better reward? Or am I?"
There isn't a single beat in between your question and his answer.
"You."
Your lips lift into a smile that sends Brian's stomach into a flurry. You tug on his tank top, sending his lips crashing down onto yours at last. It's not the first time you've kissed him, but it feels new. Now that feelings are out in the open and he's really yours, it tastes even sweeter. There's no more need for silent answers; neither confirming nor denying the feelings at play. No more having to tip-toe around, hoping you don't distract him too much while he fights for a championship, resisting all your urges to be the only thing he focuses on. Now, you can have it all. He's yours—always was, but now there's no need to hide it.
When you break apart, breathless with warm hearts, Brian pulls you to his chest. You press your cheek close to him until you can hear and feel how his heart races. You smile, knowing it's because of you.
"I love you." Your whisper muffles into his chest. He holds you tighter, presses a kiss to your forehead, and mumbles it back into your hair. You never knew such a simple confession could sound like heaven when it came from him.
❪ 滑る ❫ fluff secret relationship brother's best friend reader is brian's younger sister mackiah x f!reader 1098 cw ノ blood oaths (jokingly), hiding relationships, mackiah digs himself into a deeper and deeper hole and stresses lol (he's dramatic), kissing, a little pda (they get caught lol), not proofread 〃 ♡ ⸝⸝⸝ i used to not be a fan of the bro's bsf trope until hidden love changed me... and mackiah is one of those idols that works a little too well with it this idea got my brain going like crazy THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE LSDK / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
Mackiah knows bro code. It isn't something that has to be spelled out on paper. Everyone knows it. It's common sense. And not only does everyone know it—everyone sticks to it like it is law.
Current girlfriends are off limits (obviously).
Ex-girlfriends are also off limits (no matter how long ago the breakup was).
Family members are especially off limits (unless one discusses it beforehand, and, preferably, gets written consent and a blood oath).
Other sections of the code are more basic agreements, like lending a couch to crash on when your bro is in need, or playing wing man during critical moments.
The strongest friendships are backed by following code with no exceptions, and Mackiah has seen that first hand. He took these rules seriously. Since the age of fourteen, he had vowed that he'd never catch himself breaking the sacred code. He was smarter than that—cared enough about his friendships to think of the consequences before falling for someone off limits.
That's what he thought, at least. He's not sure where all the logic has fled since he met you. You are a type of off limits that shouldn't have even been entertained for a second. An ex-girlfriend of one of his friends would have already been toeing the line, but a younger sister was running across it with reckless abandon.
Unfortunately, it's rather impossible to backtrack once one crosses that line.
He still doesn't know how to tell Brian that he caught feelings for his little sister almost two years ago, or that he's been not-so-subtly flirting with you for nearly eight months, or that you've been secretly dating for three.
As time goes on, Mackiah knows he's only making the moment he finally comes clean harder on himself. Anyone would be pissed to find out their best friend started secretly dating their sister without even a mention of it beforehand. No consent, and certainly no blood oath. Not even a word or warning about it.
Hiding it for months on end was the equivalent of squeezing lemon juice on an open wound; a rather brutal slap in the face that says not only do I not care if this tears apart our friendship, but I'm also too guilty to tell you before it starts.
Mackiah is royally screwed, and he knows it. But none of the possible consequences can even cross his mind when he looks at you, even from across the room. It's silly, stupid, and slightly fucked up, but Mackiah is willing to risk it all for you. Even the four year long friendship that he's had with Brian. It could all go down the drain for this chance.
Maybe he'll live to regret it, or maybe he'll look back on this moment fifteen years from now and crack jokes about his nerves. He's prepared for either option, but he certainly hopes its the latter, because Brian has been nothing but a good friend since the start.
Maybe if you weren't so pretty, or kind, or had such a nice laugh that Mackiah quickly got addicted to, he would be able to save himself from the confrontation. Maybe if your eyelashes weren't so captivating, or your lips so inviting. Maybe if you weren't so easy to talk to or if you didn't have so many common interests. Maybe if your humour wasn't the exact same as his.
No. Mackiah can't blame any of this on you—perfect as you are. It's his fault, and he'll take responsibility. He was the one who flirted with you first, who spent months making eye contact from across rooms and finding excuses to talk to you that didn't sound too desperate. And he's the one who had ample time to reconsider the possible outcomes and turn back while there was still time.
But he didn't. And he can't now, either. Breaking your heart is a million times worse than the thought of a betrayed Brian. He's promised you that he'll make this work. There's no backing out now.
"I wish I had told him at New Year's. I could've used your parents as a distraction, and he would've been forced to act normal about it for at least a few hours over dinner. The wrath of his emotions would have had time to cool down," Mackiah mourns the lost opportunity, threading his fingers through his hair and tugging on the ends slightly.
He's drawn you aside to the hallway, obscured from the view of those in the living room. You agreed last week that today would be his best bet to spill the news to your brother finally. Now is your last chance for a small pep talk before the showdown. Of course, you still think he's making a bigger deal out of this than necessary.
You cross your arms. "You're overthinking this. There won't be any wrath of emotions."
"You don't know that! It's bro code. It's like the foundation of life itself!" he insists.
"What's the worst that could happen when you tell him?"
"He could beat me to a pulp?"
You crack a smile. "He can barely throw a punch, come on. I spent my entire childhood bullying him. If he really fights you, I'll kiss all your bruises better."
"Sounds like a pretty good deal, actually," Mackiah glances around the corner, checking to see whether Brian is still engrossed in conversation with Kamden. Despite the relaxed atmosphere of the hangout and the promise of magical healing kisses, Kiah is still jittery with nerves.
"Hey, stupid," you whisper, hands sliding to cup his cheeks and turn his face down to yours. "You better just get it over with. Then we won't have to hide us anymore."
Mackiah's eyes soften, palms covering your hands in their warmth as he nods his agreement. He'll own up to his faults, do whatever he needs to make it up to Brian, and then look to the brighter future. No longer holding a secret as explosive as this will be a massive burden off both your shoulders.
"Alright. I can do it. We can do it."
He smiles, a little uneasy still, but you thumb over his skin until his gaze relaxes. He leans down, lips brushing over yours in an action that has become familiar in the last three months. When the taste of your lips is fresh on his tongue, he can pretend there never even was a bro code to break. You're worth it, no matter the consequences.
"Mackiah, either I'm hallucinating, or you just kissed my sister?"
❪ 滑る ❫ fluff established relationship siyun x f!reader 523 cw ノ not proofread, siyun is very eepy™️ 〃 ♡ ⸝⸝⸝ oh guys i really love him like i REALLYYYY love him someone hold me back .... / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
Siyun is like a log under the blankets—unmoving, still, and in such a deep sleep you're not even sure where to start. You must have been through this a hundred times. Waking up to his ten alarms while the sound conveniently bypasses his ears. He has work soon. He can't sleep any longer. As the considerate girlfriend that you are, you're going to make sure he doesn't oversleep.
Shaking doesn't work. Poking his cheeks only causes him to swat your hands away. Stealing the blankets results in him stealing them back in a grip so tight you can't even pull it an inch. Siyun has blocks for every attack of yours… except one.
"Siyun," you sing-song, only letting a fraction of your annoyance become evident in your tone. You both love and hate the task of waking up your sleep-obsessed boyfriend. You wish he would make it a bit easier for you. "No kisses today unless you get up right now."
That gets him to blink one eye open, glance at your face to read your expression. He lets out a silent scoff before rolling over again. Damn him. He knows you would never follow through with that threat, especially when you practically need his kisses as fuel to get through the day. You sigh in almost defeat, but you're not a quitter, even if he's making it extra difficult for you.
You lean over, lips hovering above his ear as you whisper the request again. You need to get up, Siyun. You have work. And then, slowly, in a way that lingers for just the right amount of time, you press a kiss to his cheek. He tries to steel his heart, stay completely still and not give away how badly he craves your kisses. A few seconds ago, an extra ten minutes of sleep felt like the only thing he could ever want, but with one simple kiss, you've reminded him of something he likes even more.
Still, he doesn't move. If it's just the one kiss to his cheek, he can resist, even if you are as tempting as ever. But he knows how determined you get when faced with a challenge. You would never stop with just one kiss. You plant a few more to his skin, each one making it harder to keep his eyes closed and head on the pillow. Perhaps he should get up.
He shifts a little, and you know you've gotten him. Reaching up to grasp behind your neck, hoping to pull you down for just one kiss on the lips—but you stop him. Your finger placed against his puckered lips, preventing the one thing he desperately wants. You're cruel.
"No kiss until you get up," you say simply. "And brush your teeth."
Siyun groans, head falling back against the pillow in dramatics. You just smile; tantalizing, sweet, teasing him enough to make his stomach turn in circles. You leave the room, already knowing that he'll be up in the next 5 minutes asking for the kiss he was robbed of. And you'll give it to him—only once he's earned it.
warnings party games, seven minutes in heaven, drinking alcohol (neither brian nor reader are heavily intoxicated), slight feelings of jealousy, virgin brian, kissing, brief tongue kissing, making out, neck kisses (m rec), coming in pants, no dom/sub dynamics but reader takes the lead, no p in v, not even dry humping he’s just kind of pathetic, one single tear
notes at this point i think i’m incapable of writing porn without feelings involved lol happy birthday brian (its already the 27th kst) | hope you all enjoy the very first brian fic on my blog <3 isn’t that so crazy that this is the first i think that’s wild | mdni banner by @/cafekitsune
You’re not exactly sure who suggested the game — an empty bottle being placed directly in the center of a circle of mostly sober or barely tipsy people in attendance at Brian’s birthday party for a juvenile game of seven minutes in heaven. Truthfully, you hadn’t played this game since high school, or maybe even middle school, when everyone would gather around acting far more drunk than they were, desperately wishing that they’d get paired up with their crush. Even if all you’d do was make awkward small talk, the important thing is what people thought you had done. That being said, watching the circle be set up and a random linen closet in the apartment being designated as the ‘heaven’ causes a wave of nostalgia to wash over you. You join the circle, sitting in an empty spot between a couple of acquaintances.
The first few rounds go smoothly, other partygoers retreating to the linen closet and coming back seven minutes later. Some with lipstick smeared across their faces and necks, others returning the same exact way they left. You watch in anticipation, amused, as the bottle spins and picks the next couple to go into the room.
After a while, just about everyone in attendance had their turn except for you and Brian. So, like any good friend would, they bent the rules a little bit. They passed the empty bottle to Brian, encouraging him to spin it. Rowdy cheering and shouting, encouraging him by chanting ‘Birthday boy! Birthday boy,’ until he stands up on his knees and leans forward to place the bottle back in the center of the circle. He flicks his wrist to spin the bottle and you watch it closely. You mentally count the full turns the bottle makes to distract yourself from what you’re feeling. Maybe jealousy? That everyone else has gotten their turn and you hadn’t yet, and probably wouldn’t, because no matter how hard you try, you can’t force the bottle to stop and point at you just by glaring at it. The thought of being jealous that you hadn’t been picked yet makes you feel childish, but perhaps you could blame it on the fact that you’d had a few drinks. Or maybe it’s hope that you feel — anticipating that the bottle would choose you, especially now, when Brian has spun it, and you’d be swept away to do whatever in that tiny closet.
Truth be told, you harbored a little crush on Brian for years now. Ever since you’d met him a few years ago, actually. And admittedly, you could try to blame it on the alcohol, but you feel like deep down, there’d be an ugly jealousy bubbling in your throat if the bottle pointed at anyone other than yourself. The thought of Brian going in that closet with someone else makes you feel weird. Unhappy.
But those thoughts are cut short, because as soon as you begin to get lost in your thoughts, the bottle stops spinning. And it’s pointing at you.
Your friends in the circle all begin to cheer, clapping Brian on the back and pushing you to get up. You glance at Brian, whose face mirrors the shock on yours. For a second, you wonder if his shock was actually disgust, but then he moves and the light shines on his skin in a way that shows you the redness of his ears and the blush on his cheeks. Was he flushed from drinking or was he blushing from the situation at hand?
The two of you slowly stand up from your spots on the floor. Beside each of you, your tipsy friends scrambled up and began to shove you toward the linen closet, still cheering and encouraging you both. You’re not entirely sure if you willingly walked toward the closet or if your friends pushed you all the way there, but before you know it, the door was closing and you were left in the dimly lit space with Brian. You could hear your friends giggling outside, almost as if they had planned it. And maybe they had. But you can’t seem to be upset with them for planning this when you sit back and realize that you’re in there with your crush of all people.
“Come on, birthday boy! Don’t be shy,” someone shouts from outside, which makes Brian visibly cringe. It’s quickly followed by someone else adding on, “Yeah, get some!”
You stifle a giggle as Brian squeezes his eyes shut and makes a face. Get some? What exactly do they think the two of you could do in seven minutes?
Brian turns toward you, cheeks still pink and hot, an expression that you can’t quite read etched on his face. “Hi,” he breathes. “Sorry.”
You whisper back, “Hi. Why are you sorry?”
“For being so awkward.” He shrugs and purses his lips. “Or the way they’re acting, maybe?”
Unable to stop the chuckle that escapes your mouth this time, you shake your head. “It’s fine,” your hand waves him off. “I mean, that’s what friends do. They tease each other. Especially so when they’ve been drinking and someone suggests a game like this — and you’re the birthday boy.”
“Yeah,” he trails off. “And the fact that you’re my crush and I’ve never done this before.” The latter part slips out before he can stop it. He tries to whisper, but in the close, confined space, you heard it clearly. When he realizes what he said, the blush quickly spreads across his skin, reddening it even more than it already had been. The tips of his ears were now a deep, burning red that you were sure you’d be able to feel the heat from if you got any closer, and he flushes with pink from his neck up to his forehead. He can’t believe what he just said. He hopes you didn’t hear it, or you were too drunk to register his words, but your unwavering gaze on him, searing into his skin, lets him know that he wasn’t quite that lucky.
He begins to open his mouth to apologize, but as soon as his lips part, you cut him off.
“Are you being for real?” Brian looks at you with wide eyes. “That-That I’m your crush? And you’ve never done this before? Done what before?”
His face flushes even more, if that were even possible. You watch as he weighs his options. Should he tell you the truth? That yes, he’s had a crush on you for a while now and all his friends know? And that he’s a virgin, the furthest he’s ever gone in past relationships being just a kiss? Or should he pretend that he didn’t say that and claim that he’s drunk and doesn’t know what he’s saying, although he’s far from it?
Suddenly you’re a lot closer to him, slightly crowding him against the nearest wall. He swallows thickly. His eyes flicker over your face, the dim lighting making it feel far more intimate. Before Brian could either answer your question or attempt to wiggle himself out of the situation, he’s not sure which one, you’re asking him a question that makes his breath catch in his throat.
“Can I kiss you?”
The next few moments are a blur. He’s pretty sure that he nodded, maybe, and within seconds, your lips are on his. For a second, Brian freezes. His body tenses, like he wasn’t expecting the sudden contact, and he has half a mind to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. But he isn’t dreaming. And you’re actually kissing him. And he’s being awkward by not kissing you back.
You press closer to him and use your own mouth to part his lips, slotting your lips together to deepen the kiss. Since you got the go-ahead, you were going to kiss him like you mean it. Like it’s more than just a quick hook up in some random closet at his birthday party. Well, maybe like it’s like that, because you were desperate after years of silently crushing on him and his confession that he felt the same opened a dam that was holding back your feelings for him. All of your feelings. Including the now barely concealed lust for him.
He finally kisses back when you tease your tongue against his plump bottom lip. His arms that were previously frozen at his sides reach out to touch you, finding your hips, large hands resting there like it’s where they’re meant to be. He tilts his head ever so slightly to get a better angle for the kiss and parts his lips enough for you to slip your tongue into his mouth. As you lick into his mouth, he lazily kisses you back, mouth mostly hanging open and letting you take the lead. Every now and then, he’ll move his lips in tandem with yours or brush his tongue against yours.
“Five minutes left!” Someone shouts from the other side of the door. Had it really only been two minutes from the time the door was closed to now? It felt like so much longer than that, between the sudden confession and getting lost in finally kissing Brian’s lips like you’d wanted to do for ages.
You pull away from him and take a step back. “Why don’t we get a little more comfortable?” Brian watches as you gesture to the, quite frankly small open space on the floor and squeezes past you to sit there.
Once he’s settled, as comfortably as he can be in a space so small compared to his large frame, you quickly find purchase on his lap. Sitting on his thighs, knees on either side of them. This time, neither of you wasted a second and your lips connect again in a kiss, even more heated than before. There was no tongue. Only the desperate movements of your mouths trying to find a rhythm. His hands rest on your hips, yours draping over his shoulders.
You tilt your head to kiss him deeper. Harder. Pressing closer and closer to him until your entire fronts are pressed together. Brian’s blunt fingernails dig into your sides through the fabric of your top, squeezing as he tries to keep up with your desirous pace. He can’t focus on anything except you — the euphoric feeling of finally kissing you after wanting to for so long, your scent flooding his senses, the feeling of you pressed so closely to his body it felt like you could meld into one, and the taste of your mouth as you kiss him. You were much the same, thirsting to be as close as possible and memorize every part of this moment. The rhythmic movement of your mouths, the smacking sound of your kiss, and the way his fingertips lightly dig into your skin and his thighs flex every now and then, a full body reaction to the way you’re kissing him.
A tightness in your chest makes you pull away breathlessly. The sight in front of you is perfect — Brian panting, his lips slightly swollen and spit glossed as he looked at you with half lidded eyes, face flushed. Heat creeps up, blooming on the surface of your skin, all the way down to your chest and everywhere that your body is in contact with Brian’s. Unable to make eye contact with him anymore with how intensely he was looking at you, you dip your head to kiss at his jawline.
He bites his lip as you mouth at the skin there. You attempt to scoot closer to him, which was nearly impossible, so now you’re seated directly over his crotch rather than resting on his thighs. The pressure, along with the gentle suction of your lips on the sensitive skin of his neck, makes Brian groan.
For a while, you stay like that. Kissing and sucking little marks into Brian’s unblemished flesh. Listening to his muffled moaning through his lip tucked between his teeth.
“F-Fuck, I—” he tries to speak, only to get cut off.
“One more minute!”
You kiss your way back up to Brian’s mouth, cupping the other side of his face and using your thumb to pull his plump lip from between his teeth. Pressing your lips to his, you slide that hand back and thread your fingers through his hair, gently massaging his scalp. He grips your hips, alternating between cradling and digging the pads of his fingers into your supple skin. He’s torn between trying to kiss you back or attempting to pull back and telling you what he tried to earlier — that the pressure of your center on his lap as you kiss him, claiming his skin and mouth as your own, was beginning to be too much.
He felt like he could come. Just like this. Just from you sitting on his thighs, directly on his clothed hard on.
There’s hardly any time to warn you before it happens. You’re lost in the kiss, lips covering Brian’s own and hungrily swallowing every noise he makes, so you barely notice the way his thighs tense and his fingers flex against you, pressing so deeply into your skin that you’re sure it would bruise. The twitching of his cock goes unnoticed as well. He can hardly focus on kissing back when he’s this close to the edge.
Brian had never felt like this before. Sure, of course he’d had plenty of orgasms before, though only by his own hand. He’d never had someone else’s body heat and weight sitting directly on his cock, even through multiple layers of fabric, sucking marks into his neck or kissing him like this. Everything is overwhelming to him. Even the way you smell floods his senses and he can’t focus on anything except you. So, before he can do anything, before he can push you off or pull back from the kiss to confess about just how affected he was by this situation, he feels himself slipping over the edge.
You can feel his cock twitching against your thigh. Until now, you’d never really taken the time to notice his reactions to everything, though subconsciously your own body was responding. You were focused on finally kissing Brian after yearning for what feels like forever. But the incessant twitching of his cock brings you out of your kissing-Brian-induced-haze and you can’t help but notice it all. The way his fingers create dimples where the tips squeeze your skin. And how his mouth all but hangs open, hardly kissing you back and instead moaning against your lips. And of course, now, his hardness straining against his pants and twitching under your weight.
It’s only a matter of seconds before it happens. All it took was you pulling back from the kiss, dragging your lips across his face to whisper in his ear. “Do you like this?” Goosebumps prick at his skin as your breath fans over his ear. “You gonna come like this?”
It feels like all he needed was to hear your voice, feel your cool breath on his warm skin. A shiver runs down his spine and his thighs stiffen once again. The movement jostles you in his lap a bit, shifting you and making you briefly rub against him in a different way. Your center is seated right at the bulk of his bulge now, and he has to bite his lip, so hard he thought it would start bleeding to keep from moaning too loudly.
Everything, all together, was too much for him and he couldn’t stop it. White hot pleasure floods his senses as he comes, creating a sticky mess in his pants. His eyes water as he holds back every pleasured noise, teeth digging painfully into his already swollen lips. His balls tighten and his length twitches. He feels slightly pathetic for it — spilling into his pants from this, not even any proper stimulation, just from being kissed and having your body pressed against him. No grinding. Only your body pressed against his and your lips on his skin, leaving a trail of fire behind where they touched.
He’s not sure how long he was zoned out, pleasure clouding his mind and making him screw his eyes shut, but realistically it couldn’t have been more than a few seconds. And that few seconds was long enough. You watched the pleasure wash over his face, admiring the orgasmic expression as he tried his best to keep quiet. Although a few stray noises did seep out of the corners of his mouth where they weren’t tightly pressed together. A lone tear slipped out of his eye from how he was squeezing them shut and you watched as it trailed down his skin, wanting to lap it up, but instead watched. Observed. Pride swelling in your chest from the fact that he was able to come, that you were able to make him finish, just from your kiss and body weight.
And you watched as the bliss began to wear off. His grip on your hips loosens, his teeth let go of his lip, leaving an indent from where he was biting down so hard, and his eyes finally open. He makes eye contact with you and you softly smile at him. His eyes were still watery and you can vaguely feel the wet patch in his pants from how you’re sitting.
“Was that good?”
He begins to nod and open his mouth to respond, but was interrupted. On the other side of the door, the timer beeps, signaling that the seven minutes had ended. Brian is a little embarrassed that he’d come in seven minutes — less, actually — and his face burns hot at the realization. Then the doorknob starts jiggling and he scrambles to push you off of his lap, not wanting to be caught in such a compromising position. Unfortunately, for him at least, it completely slipped his mind that there was a very obvious patch of sticky cum soaking the front of his pants and beautiful red marks blooming on his neck that give away exactly what you had done in that short amount of time.
❪ 滑る ❫ fluff est. rs headcanons kyrell x f!reader 652 cw ノ a lot of this was written last year and it's a bit messy (i still can't really tell if i like this or not but posting it anyway, one unserious mention of netflix&chill, not proofread 〃 ♡ ⸝⸝⸝ kyrell is just so precious to me :( brian or kamden hcs coming next if i can write them! / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
Kyrell is such an acts of service king. Besides cooking for you, one of his favourite ways of showing it is being your personal chauffeur. Especially if you don't have a license of your own, he thinks of it as his personal duty to drive you. The idea of leaving you to have to take the bus or subway when he could be the one driving you? Horrible. You're supposed to be his passenger princess :(.
Even if you bring up the economical reasons why taking the bus or subway is better, he will not buy it. He'll try to not make it too obvious that the real reason he likes driving you is to spend a few extra minutes in your company, but to you, it's pretty obvious.
He likes to have his hand on your thigh or to be holding your hand while driving. Whenever he has to leave your hand to hold the wheel again, he'll reach out to grab it again as soon as possible. Also does the little protective arm out across your body during sharp turns or sudden breaks, but it's really out of habit. Of course, he lets you have the aux.
Speaking of music, he cherishes the little playlists that you've made together. You would absolutely have a whole folder of shared playlists that are the go-to's for hanging out. They have the goofiest covers that sum up you and Kyrell's shared sense of humour. But the contents of the playlists are really quite cute. Your music taste is very similar, and Kyrell gets excited about any new artist that you discover and want to share with him.
He loves cringy pickup lines or flirty comments that maybe aren't the most clever thing ever, more toeing the line of dad jokes, but they still make you crack a smile. That's the reaction Kyrell lives for. Especially when you're feeling down. His stupid sense of humour always gets you whether you like it or not, and your boyfriend will always use this to his advantage.
As for physical affection, Kyrell likes hugs where he can rest his head on top of yours. Since he's tall, it's the perfect height difference to be comfortable for both of you. He also just really likes the scent of your shampoo. Your perfume, as well. He gets fixated on the scents that remind him of you, even if it's just your favourite food.
One of his favourites is when you steal his hoodies (which he is secretly obsessed with you doing) and they still smell like you when he gets them back. When your perfume is still clinging to the garment even after he washes it—he dies for that.
One of his favourite types of date nights is just watching a movie together. It's low stakes and doesn't require a lot of effort, which is perfect after an exhausting day. He'll prepare all the snacks while you usually choose the movie. Of course, he'll slip in teasing jokes about Netflix and Chill, although you both know it's not gonna lead to anything. If when you fall asleep during the movie, he likes playing with your hair. Makes sure you're comfy in his lap and lets one of his hands thread mindlessly through your strands. It's relaxing for both of you and helps you sleep longer.
You have so many inside jokes together that it's almost impossible to even count them all. Most of them start from his habit of making stupid puns or cliche lines, or some ridiculous moment that happened early on that you've learned to laugh at later on. A lot of your favourite memories are created when you're both deliriously sleepy at 3AM. Everything seems funnier at that time of the night. Your relationship in general is full of giggles. Laughter is the thing you associate most with Kyrell.
❪ 滑る ❫ fluff est. rs semi-secret relationship jiho x f!reader 604 cw ノ kissing, not proofread 〃 ♡ ⸝⸝⸝ my sweet lovely jiho :( most precious boy his hair rn ???? crazy / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
There's something addicting about fooling andears in plain sight. You're always active on your boyfriend's Weverse page under a generic username: Purple_Jihos. To the unsuspecting eye, you're just a lucky fan who keeps getting noticed by their ult bias. You've even become somewhat of a famous fan amongst andears, at least on Weverse. Everyone jokes about how you attract Jiho's replies like a magnet. You've even been brought up in lives before.
In reality, each Weverse comment is sent while you're sitting right next to him. You watch his reaction each time he's scanning the feed for comments sent under your user. It's like a game. How many hints can you drop without seeming suspicious, and how many comments can your boyfriend find in the sea of andears with similar usernames to you?
It's a risky business. You both know what the possible consequences could be if fans found out and didn't like the fact that Jiho isn't single—no matter how dumb the argument was. You are never too obvious. You always stay within a safe territory. Your comments require the knowledge of the many inside jokes and references you and Jiho have built up over the years. You haven't just been his girlfriend for the past three years; you were his best friend long before that as well. You know him inside out, better than anyone else, and you love to play into it.
You're feeling bolder today for some reason—maybe its because Jiho forgot to give you a kiss this morning and you feel personally wronged by it. Obviously, you could just ask him for one outright, or even steal a few from him at any moment, but you decide it's more fun to write a comment instead.
Purple_Jihos: Jiho! Good morning >< I think you might have forgotten something?
You watch Jiho's eyebrow raise when he finds the comment. You're cuddling on the couch before he has to leave for work. It's been a slow morning, one that you know will end too soon for your liking. Your legs are swung over his lap, comfortably reclined as he rubs his hand up and down them.
↳ 지호: Oh? I had breakfast tho? 😄
↳ Purple_Jihos: You forgot to receive my love for you 😤
There are already andears replying to your post, laughing at the cute interaction, but you see Jiho tilt his head, considering your response a bit deeper. You wouldn't say that out of nowhere—he must have actually forgotten something somehow.
He glances at you. You're already staring right back at him, waiting for him to realize his wrongdoings of the morning, however unserious they are. It takes a few seconds for it to click. Something had felt off this morning, like he hadn't done something important. Of course, it involved your lips.
"Morning kiss? Is that it?" Jiho asks. He's studying your expression carefully as if he has to uncover the secrets of what he's still missing, even though he already figured it out. Cotton candy pink hair frames his cheeks and eyes. He's irresistible. "It's not too late for it yet. It's only 11:40—that's still morning!"
His logic is adorable. So is the slight pout on his lips, like he's silently pleading for you to forgive him for his forgetfulness. You kiss the pout right off his lips, and he hums in content.
"I think I deserve double since you were so late," you mumble against his lips, hands tangled in his hair. He's quick to oblige you as you both lose track of time.
You're interrupted by his phone ringing. It's Kamden.
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Brian had been so confident that his roommates wouldn’t be home until Sunday afternoon. He swore to you up and down that they were never early to anything in their life, and definitely wouldn’t get back from their road trip until the day after next. You were worried about the idea. You’d only been dating for a few months, and you’d still never met his friends. They knew of your existence, of course, but from what you heard about them from Brian, they were loud and a bit messy— what you would expect from college boys.
You had a school trip you would need to leave for Sunday morning, and given that it was already Friday night by the time Brian was suggesting you sleep over at his place, it really was your last chance to spend any time with him. Normally you would never consider something so risky, especially when you had never even met his roommates. There was a no visitor policy for student housing; not that anyone in the male housing followed that too strictly.
You had weighed the chances of it all on the drive back, and you were going to say no, until Brian had kissed you so sweetly and your resolve completely shattered. It was so easy to get swept up staring at his pretty eyes or admiring the swoop of his nose or the plush of his lips. All sane thoughts practically went out the window, except for the inkling hope that you wouldn’t regret it in the morning.
It was quiet when you woke up— a good sign. Brian was still sleeping next to you, one arm slung around your waist, and him shirtless. You had thrown on one of his shirts as your pyjamas the night before due to being so unprepared. You took a moment to enjoy the peacefulness of it all.
Brian’s bed was extremely comfortable, and the blanket was perfectly warm against your bare legs. Not to mention the scent of his cologne that clung to his sheets, giving you just enough of a whiff to feel like the blanket wrapped around you was his arms. His room wasn’t stuffy either, which pleasantly surprised you. You would never regularly bet on the dorm of 4 junior college boys to be particularly clean, but you would take what you could get.
But then you heard it. The distinct and indisputable sound of the front door opening. You tensed up slightly, glancing at your phone. Geez it was almost 10AM.
You listened closely, hoping that somehow it wasn’t what you thought it was. You were so not prepared to meet your boyfriend’s friends like this. Your heart sank as you heard voices. There was no doubt that his roommates had arrived back home a day early, and your plan to have the house to yourself had been ruined just like that.
“Hyung, who’s shoes are these? Never seen them before.”
You heard one of the guys speak, his voice gentle.
“I don’t know. Probably just forgot one of us owned a pair like that.”
The voices seemed to shift, becoming a little quieter as they got further away from Brian’s bedroom. You tried to ignore the pit in your stomach as you turned to your still sleeping boyfriend, nudging his arm with as little panic as possible.
“Mmm… morning, baby,” he mumbled, eyes closed as he pulled you closer.
“Brian, I think your roommates are back,” you whispered with some dread.
“Hm?” he blinked one eye open, staring at you as if to really check if he had heard you right.
“Your roommates. They just came home.” The panic in your voice was rising. Brian sat up, seemingly wide awake now. He raked a hand through his hair, attempting to tame the bedhead he had woken up with.
“It’s okay. You were gonna meet them eventually. Let’s just go say hi, explain the situation— that it’s definitely not what it looks like— and then everything will be fine.”
“I can’t go out there dressed like this— in your clothes!” you whisper-shouted. Your boyfriend blinked, as if he had never considered that before.
“It’s okay. You look sexy like that,” he stated, a smile growing on his face.
“Brian.”
“Okay, I’m sorry. I can try to sneak you out, but it probably won’t work. Jiho always notices everything,” he sighed, grabbing a random shirt from his dresser to throw on.
“This is not how I wanted to meet your friends,” you groaned, head in your hands. “I wanted to make a good impression. Instead they’re gonna see me come out of your room, in your clothes, and fill in the rest.”
“Y/n, you’re overthinking this. They’ve already heard so many great things about you. So what if you stayed the night? It’s not like we did anything.”
“They don’t know that! How are you planning to convince them that this situation really is completely innocent?”
Brian sighed. “I’ll figure something out.”
You hoped he meant what he said, but you could tell he was unsure himself by the nervous expression on his face. As your voices had naturally raised through conversation from the whispered tone you had started out with, you hadn’t considered the fact that his roommates would be able to hear your conversation through the thin walls, or that they were already prepared to tease Brian about all of it.
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warnings usage of she/her pronouns, boyfriend!kamden, dry humping, fingering, finger sucking, g-spot stimulation, orgasm denial like one time, multiple orgasms, nipple stimulation, unprotected sex, pull-out method, cuckholding, friend!jiho, virgin!jiho, virginity loss, oral sex (m/f receiving), coming inside, there’s some m/m action, praise, lowk kam is a little more dom in this then i originally planned, some dirty talk and communication, oral after a creampie, slight hair pulling
notes happy birthday to our kamden and jiho! sincerely hope they have or had the best day ever (or, well, the best two days ever) and that they felt how genuinely loved they are | mdni banner by @/cafekitsune
The sounds of the ongoing party just outside the bedroom were dampened, the bedroom door closing being the only thing stopping the music from seeping into the room, celebrations still going strong despite the fact that both of the birthday boys had disappeared from the crowd already. The two of them were a bit preoccupied, actually. In their own little world, far away from the party meant to celebrate the two of them.
Jiho is sitting in the chair across from you and Kamden. His catlike eyes are wide, pupils already blown with excitement and anticipation. He watches your every move. He watches as Kamden’s hands reach out to hold you and gently squeeze at the flesh under his palms. Jiho watches as Kamden’s lips touch yours, quickly enveloping your mouth in a kiss. He watches the way your eyes flutter closed and you relax into Kamden’s touch and the kiss like it’s second nature. He watches, for now, like he was told to.
Just a week ago, you had sat Kamden down to ask his opinion on what you should get Jiho for his birthday that was rapidly approaching. You figured that, as one of his closest friends, Kamden would have an idea of a nice gift you could get him. Something that you could pick up at the store and wrap up prettily for Jiho to tear into after midnight. But to your surprise, your boyfriend suggested something that you would have never thought of: taking Jiho’s virginity. The way Kamden explained it to you, the topic of Jiho’s lack of experience in the bedroom came up, and it has become a bit of a sore spot for the younger man. And obviously, Kamden cares about Jiho and how he feels. He recognized the urgency of which Jiho might want to lose his virginity, so he offered the best solution he could think of. Which turned out to be you, his girlfriend.
“I care about Jiho and I would rather he experiment safely,” he told you.
“And that means offering up your girlfriend?”
Kamden shakes his head. “I-I didn’t offer you up! I just…told him that I would ask you. I want him to have his first time with someone we both trust.”
You had to bite back a smile, not wanting Kamden to think that you were laughing at him. “Sounds a bit like offering me up,” your voice was light, teasing. “I’m not saying no, though.”
Truthfully, you agreed partially for selfish reasons. You knew that Jiho had some sort of fascination with you — perhaps a crush? — and you had to admit that you found him attractive as well. Out of respect for Kamden and your relationship, you never mentioned it, but since he was the one who brought it up first, you had no reason to hide it tonight. In fact, the mere thought of getting to have both Kamden and Jiho already has you beginning to get wet.
Using his lips to push yours open, Kamden deepens the kiss. His tongue brushes past your parted lips and finds your own, teasing and moving in expert rhythm with yours. Despite your eyes being closed, you can feel Jiho’s eyes on you. On Kamden. On both of you. Watching. Learning.
Your boyfriend kisses you exactly the way you like, already knowing how to make you weak in the knees. And Jiho pays attention. He takes mental note of every caress of Kamden’s hands on your body. Every contented sigh that leaves your mouth burns itself into his memory, especially when you climb into Kamden’s lap and things heat up exponentially. Your knees are on either side of Kamden’s hips, settling yourself on his thick thighs. The new angle gives him access to touch more of your body — his hands slide down from your hips to cup your ass. He uses this leverage to grind you against the growing bulge in his pants, letting his kisses trail from your lips down to your neck. He finds the sweet spot on your neck with ease and you let out another moan, only this time not muffled by Kamden’s lips, and Jiho twitches in his pants.
Soon enough, you find yourself rid of your clothes, lying on your back, legs spread. Kamden was sitting to the side of you. You were at the perfect angle for Jiho to have a clear view of everything. Nothing in his way, blocking him from seeing as Kamden’s thick fingers spread your folds open, showing him just how wet you’ve already gotten.
“Pussy’s so pretty, isn’t it, Jiho?” Kamden speaks directly to him. “She really knows how to get wet.”
Jiho nods, amazed at the sight in front of him. Your skin is glistening, enticing. He wants nothing more than to bury his face between your legs and lap up all of your juices, but he was given strict instructions to just watch until told otherwise. So he bites his lip and watches as Kamden begins to touch you.
He gathers some of the slickness surrounding your entrance and uses it to leisurely rub your clit using light pressure. He then slides his fingers back down and slowly dips them inside, just barely breaching the entrance before pulling them back out and repeating the process. He does this a few times before he finally sinks two of his fingers inside you with ease.
“Come here,” Kamden beckons Jiho over. “Get a closer look at what I’m doing.”
Jiho clambers out of the chair, dropping to his knees. He all but crawls to the edge of the bed where your knees are bent, feet propped up on the mattress. With Kamden’s free hand, he taps on your knee, gesturing for Jiho to lean against it. He presses his cheek to your knee, gaze flickering between you and Kamden’s faces. Your eyes are half lidded as they look back at Jiho, Kamden still barely thrusting his fingers into you. Kamden looks at Jiho, his expression neutral. He waits to regain Jiho’s attention.
“Watch me.” Kamden’s voice snaps him back to reality. Jiho’s cheeks heat up as he lowers his gaze to the spot between your legs where Kamden’s fingers disappear, the close up visual making the situation feel so much more lewd. He almost couldn’t believe that this was happening — that his friend was here, teaching him how to please a woman. How to please his woman. But it’s happening. It’s real. He’s not dreaming, not anymore. “How much do you know?”
Jiho shakes his head. “Not-Not much. I watch porn, though…”
You can’t help but smile. The poor guy is really clueless if his only knowledge is from porn, but that’s okay. He’ll learn. You’ve got all night and maybe even more, however that’s a conversation for you and Kamden to have later if tonight goes well.
“When you’re using your fingers,” Kamden starts to move his digits inside you a bit faster, but not too fast. “If you curl your fingers a little bit, you should be able to find the g-spot.”
Just as he says it, he curls his fingers and brushes against the spongy sweet spot inside you that has you throwing your head back and moaning. Kamden knows every part of your body, inside and out, and he seems determined to pass this knowledge on to Jiho. At first, he framed it as helping Jiho learn how to please other women for when he inevitably goes out, maybe gets a girlfriend and decides he wants to go all the way, but as more time goes by, it starts to look like he’s teaching Jiho how to please you. With the way he keeps his gaze trained on Jiho, who is still watching closely, and instructs him in what you like, this seems to be the case. You manage to open your eyes again while Kamden repeatedly bends his fingers and rubs against your sweet spot, legs already getting a little shaky from the stimulation. If Jiho’s cheek wasn’t pressed against the inside of your knee, Kamden holding the other open, they’d be threatening to close.
You can feel yourself at the brink of orgasm before Kamden stops. You want to huff at him, but are quickly cut off by what he does next. Or, better yet, says.
“You want a taste?” He pulls his fingers out of your soaked cunt, slick and wet with your arousal. Jiho nods and tries to lean down, but Kamden quickly grabs his head. “Open your mouth.”
Jiho looks up at the older man, who now has his hand threading through Jiho’s hair. He’s hesitant, but nevertheless, he opens his mouth as he is told. You watch in awe as Kamden shoves his two fingers in Jiho’s mouth, gently pressing down on his tongue and telling him to suck. His plump lips wrap around Kamden’s fingers, moving his head to different angles as he licks up all of your juices from your boyfriend’s fingers. He moans in delight as your taste hits his tongue, mixed with the taste of Kamden’s skin, eager for more. There’s small praises of good boy that slip out of your boyfriend’s mouth, which only seem to egg Jiho on further. When Kamden decides that his fingers are sufficiently cleaned up with no trace of your slick left, he removes his fingers from between Jiho’s lips and gently smears his own saliva over them as he does.
He looks absolutely perfect.
You and Kamden share a brief look before you reach your hand out, caressing Jiho’s face. “You look so pretty like this. Between my legs, hair messy, lips wet.”
It’s the first time you’ve spoken to him directly since the three of you snuck away from the party — that’s still going on — and it nearly makes him melt. Jiho nuzzles into your touch, pressing further into the palm of your hand. He nearly mewls at the praise and affection. Your thumb rubs over his cheek as Kamden gently massages his scalp.
“Do you want to try fingering her?” Kamden asks.
Jiho looks up at Kamden again. “What if I don’t do a good job? How will I know if I found the g-spot?”
“I’ll let you know, baby.” The petname that slipped out made Jiho’s eyes flutter shut, sounding perfect in your voice.
At the same time, Kamden says, “You’ll know. It feels different than everything else inside. Do you want me to help you?”
Jiho nods and Kamden tells him exactly what to do — start with one finger, he says, face your palm up. He tells him to curl his finger, move it like he’s beckoning someone to come hither. Jiho quickly finds the spot and it has you reaching down to grab his wrist. You were a little sensitive already from having your orgasm denied earlier. “There you go, babe. You found it.” Kamden pats Jiho’s head, praising him, the term of endearment slipping out before he realized it. “You can add a second finger if you want. She can handle it. Just keep doing that motion.”
“I don’t go in-and-out?”
Kamden shakes his head. “I mean, you can. But this spot is usually sensitive and I know for her,” he gestures to you. Jiho follows his gaze, seeing you scrunching your eyebrows together and biting your lip. “This is better. Just keep massaging that spot and you’ll make her come in no time.”
You’re eternally grateful for the music still playing loudly in other parts of the house, because as Jiho does exactly that, you can’t stop the flow of noises spilling from your mouth. His pace was obviously amateurish, but the way he moves his fingers strokes you in a way that is different from how Kamden usually does, but feels just as good. You can feel your orgasm quickly building up. Kamden knows it from your physical cues, too, so he keeps praising Jiho, telling him to keep that same pace, that he’s doing it right and you’re so close to cumming. Your thighs quiver and ache to snap shut, but Kamden is still holding them open and Jiho is still leaning against your leg, eyes not fixated on where his fingers are buried inside you. So you don’t move. You just sit there and take it. Take it, take it, and take it until finally it washes over you.
“That’s it, Jiho, keep going.” Kamden encourages. He leans down to kiss the knee that he was holding open and soothes his hand over your thigh. Addressing you now, he says, “Don’t tense up, honey. Relax and feel it. Let Jiho make you come. Give him a good one for his first time.”
You have to press your own hand over your mouth as you finally come, not wanting anyone who may be passing by, trying to find a bathroom, to hear you. Everyone who needs to hear you still can — even muffled, Kamden and Jiho can both still hear your pretty noises perfectly. Your inner muscles contract and squeeze Jiho’s two fingers and you can’t help but roll your hips to ride out your orgasm on them yourself. He’s torn between watching your face and between your legs, but ultimately he rakes his eyes up your body to your face. And he doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything more beautiful. With your face scrunched up in pleasure, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes, your chest heaving, Jiho decides then and there that he loves making people come if this is the sight he’s blessed with. He loves making you come.
“Good, that was perfect.” Kamden gently pushes Jiho’s shoulder, urging him to remove his touch from you and pull his fingers out. He obeys, and he’s in awe when he does. His fingers are coated in your slick arousal, and some had begun to spread further down his hand as he fucked you with his fingers. There was a thin, milky white ring around his digits, and he felt proud to make you come. But also, he couldn’t believe it. He made you come.
Jiho gets lost in his thoughts before being quickly brought back out by Kamden asking if you were good for another. Obviously, your boyfriend knows your body well. Almost better than you do. So he knows that after you catch your breath, you’re ready for another round. He just wanted to make sure, however, because it was Jiho who just made you come instead of himself.
“Who should go first?”
“Kamden,” you breathed out. “You first. It-It was your birthday first, and you need to show Jiho how it’s done.”
He agrees, and pretty quickly, the three of you were repositioned. Jiho was sitting in the chair again, rubbing his slightly sore knees from kneeling on the floor with no cushioning. You and Kamden moved to a new position, turning to the other side so that Jiho had a side view of everything. Jiho leans slightly forward so that he has a better visual of everything. Kamden’s cock is hard, thick and heavy in his hand and Jiho observes the way he strokes it a few times before tapping the cockhead on your clit a few more times to make you jump and gasp. He rubs it through your slick folds for a few seconds to lubricate it and uses his hand to spread the wetness all over.
Suddenly, he reaches over and grabs the chair that Jiho is sitting on and pulls it closer to the bed. The action makes Jiho squeal, but none of you stop to wonder if someone possibly heard because you’re too into the moment.
“I want you to watch.” Kamden breathes out. “Watch how good her pussy sucks me in.”
Aligning the tip with your sopping hole, he begins to push in like he’s done many times before. The stretch is familiar, expected, just what you like. Kamden knows all of your favorite positions, kinks, exactly how you like to be touched and the best way to make you come quickly when you’re in a time crunch. He immediately makes a show of angling your hips once he’s fully inside you to the way it feels best for you. He starts by slowly rocking his hips before finding the perfect rhythm and building up his pace. You reach out to touch Jiho, resting your hand on his head and playing with his hair as he watches. His eyes travel from your face, to where your body connects with Kamden, and up to Kamden’s face, unable to decide where to focus his attention. His eyes, however, seem to be drawn to where Kamden’s cock is repeatedly thrusting into you, shiny and coated in your arousal. The squelching noise is lewd and Jiho isn’t sure he’ll ever be able to listen to the song that’s playing just a few feet away at the lively party — his birthday party — ever again without thinking about this exact moment. He wants to etch every moment, every moan that leaves your and Kamden’s mouths, every wet slap of skin against skin, every visual of your soaked pussy stretched around your boyfriend’s cock and the primal smell of sex permeating the room into his memory. He feels like he could come just from this alone.
“Can-Can I kiss him?” You gasped out, asking Kamden permission. “Please?”
Kamden nods and you use the hand that is still on Jiho’s head to pull him down. He tears his eyes away from your center to look at you. Using the palm of his hand to catch himself from falling. Your eyes were half lidded and lips puckered, silently asking him to give you a kiss. Which he does. He’s been fantasizing about kissing you for a while now, ever since he met you, so he wouldn’t dare deny you that. He presses his lips to yours, gently at first, not daring to move. On the other hand, you kissed him harder, desperate. Jiho instinctively reads your cues and leans further down into the kiss, clumsily moving his lips in tandem with yours. You moan against his lips as Kamden lifts your hips to make it a bit easier to brush your sweet spot with every expert thrust. The stimulation in the new angle has you throwing both hands around Jiho’s shoulders, trying to keep yourself grounded.
You break away from the kiss, resting your cheek against Jiho’s face. Jiho then follows what Kamden did earlier and kisses along your neck, softly sucking faint marks into your skin, and down to your now bare chest. He briefly looks at Kamden, who nods, before turning his attention back to you. He sticks his tongue out, rolling it over your nipple and the skin around it. The sensation of his warm tongue on your chest has you arching up into his mouth, a silent plea for him to keep going. At the same time, Kamden presses his thumb to your clit and begins to rub at the erect bud as he continues to piston his hips into yours.
“Fuck, I’m so close.” You’re breathless, the feeling of both Kamden and Jiho’s touch all over your body slowly becoming overwhelming. “Please — oh my god.”
Kamden continues to drive his cock into your needy hole, now with much more purpose. Determined to make you come. To cream around him and put on a pretty show for Jiho. He adds just enough pressure to your clit to have you clenching around him, muscles contracting, indicating just how close you were. Jiho continues to lick at your chest, humming against your skin in delight, only adding to the overwhelming sensation. And when he closes his plump lips around your breast to suckle at the same time that Kamden pushes you over the edge, you feel your orgasm wash over you in violent waves. Kamden continues to fuck you through it with shallow thrusts and light pressure on your sensitive bundle of nerves as your pussy flutters around him. Jiho turns his head, nipple still sucked into his mouth, just to watch as your thighs tremble and you squeeze down so tightly around Kamden that it becomes hard to move.
Kamden pulls out and Jiho reluctantly removes his mouth from your chest, sitting back and awaiting the next move. You were trying to catch your breath when Kamden took half a step closer, pressing his fat tip against the top of your mound. You’re still sensitive from the aftershocks of your orgasm, your second one of the night, so the action makes you jolt. Jiho watches as Kamden furiously pumps his fist, quickly realizing that his hyung hadn’t come yet. He watches as he keeps bumping against your clit and your legs threaten to close, but Kamden being between them prevents that from happening. He watches as he finally comes, milky white ropes painting your skin, covering your lower stomach and pubic mound, some even smearing across your folds and on your clit.
The sight makes Jiho twitch in his underwear, having already forgotten how incredibly turned on he was in the moment until now. Kamden notices the way Jiho tries to cover the wet patch forming on his boxers from precome and smiles to himself.
He looks at you, seeing you panting and with your eyes closed. “Do you think you can give us one more? I think Jiho is aching for his turn.”
Your eyes shoot open and you nod vigorously. “I can! I can do it. I can handle it.”
Both birthday boys switch positions, Jiho occupying the space between your legs where your boyfriend had previously been and Kamden taking claim of the chair pulled up to the edge of the bed. Jiho stands there awkwardly, completely freezing up now that the time has come. He’s dreamt of this moment for months now, and in the past couple of weeks he always imagined how it would go with the three of you, but now that he’s here, he’s getting nervous. He worries that, because of his lack of experience, he won’t be able to please you the way that Kamden does.
Before he can get too deep in his thoughts, you catch his attention. You dig your heels into the backs of his thighs, pulling him closer. “Hey.”
He giggles. “Hi.”
“It’ll be okay. Just fuck me, please. I want it bad, too.” You glance over at Kamden when you say this, only to find him with a soft smile tugging at his lips. At his apparent approval, you slide your hands down your body and spread yourself open for Jiho to see. “I’m so wet. For you.”
He feels lightheaded from the sight. Up close. Wet, inviting. Hole clenching around nothing, begging to be filled. Just inches away from his hard-on. Even with Kamden’s cum all over your skin, he thinks he’s never seen anything better. So he takes a deep breath and pushes his underwear down. A string of his precome connects to the fabric before it breaks and you adoringly laugh, finding it cute that he was already so leaky before you even got your hands on him.
Jiho finally takes his hard cock in his hands. The pressure provides short term relief as he presses his hips forward, sliding his cock between your slick folds just like Kamden had earlier. He sneaks a look at Kamden, who smiles and nods approvingly, and keeps going. He drags the tip down your slit and lines it up at your entrance. And slowly, slowly begins to sink in. The glide is easy due to how wet you are and previously being fucked open by Kamden, who is admittedly a bit thicker, and Jiho finds himself already losing his mind.
It’s so wet. So warm. And still so tight. He has to focus on his breathing and calm himself down in hopes that he won’t come so soon. How pathetic would it be to come just from putting it in for the first time? He doesn’t think he’d ever be able to live that down, but god, it feels so good to be inside you.
His thrusts are clumsy, unpracticed, when he finally moves. He rocks his hips with an inconsistent rhythm. Trying to find a pace that feels right for him. For both of you. Each thrust gently knocks the headboard against the wall, thankfully not too loud to be heard over the music and chatter outside.
He reaches out for something to grab. Kamden watches as Jiho’s hands frantically search for something, anything, to hold. First, his hands rest on your knees, but then he loses his grip and drops them down to your stomach. Unknowingly smearing the sticky mess. Until finally, you link your fingers with his, holding his hands to leverage himself. Your boyfriend watches the whole scene. His cock begins to harden again and twitch in his lap, finding more pleasure in this than he originally thought he would.
Kamden strokes his half-hard dick a few times before standing up. You watch as he approaches the bed, looking over both you and Jiho’s bodies silently. He then raises his head to make eye contact with his friend, who had dropped his and screwed his eyes shut. “Look at me,” Kamden says.
Jiho doesn’t respond.
He reaches up, cupping Jiho’s chin and lifting his head. Without waiting for a response, he leans forward and captures Jiho’s lips in a kiss. You gasp. Your pussy clenches as you watch the birthday boys kiss, making Jiho’s hips stutter in return.
Taking charge of the kiss, Kamden tilts his head and moves his mouth against Jiho. Following the older man's lead, Jiho parts his plump lips and tries to kiss back with the same amount of force. But he’s finding it a bit hard to focus on both things — on kissing Kamden properly and fucking you — so he ends up letting him do all the work. He lets his mouth hang open and Kamden takes advantage of this, licking into his mouth and claiming his mouth. Occasionally, Jiho will close his lips around Kamden’s tongue, briefly sucking, but they quickly part in a moan as the sight makes you clench around him.
All of the sensations at once are completely overwhelming for Jiho. He doesn’t realize just how close he is until he’s mid-thrust and Kamden’s fingers are tangled in his hair to deepen their kiss. Without warning, he comes. No time to even pull out. He comes unexpectedly, deep inside you. His dick twitches as he pumps you full of come, pussy fluttering and clenching to milk him for everything he can give you. He moans into Kamden’s mouth.
When he pulls away, both from the kiss and out of you, he looks down. His come immediately begins to drip out of you, your inner walls squeezing around nothing pushing it out.
You hadn’t come, and you were going to let it go, but Kamden wasn’t having that. Besides, there’s one more thing that Kamden thinks he should know before he leaves the bedroom tonight. “Why don’t you get on your knees and make her come again?”
It doesn’t take much convincing for Jiho to do so. He’s on his knees before you can tell Kamden that it’s okay. A huge part of his fantasies revolves around eating you out, so why would he say no? He knows that he may not be the most skillful, but he’s enthusiastic to try.
Kamden uses the hand on the back of Jiho’s head to guide him to your core. He lets his tongue loll out of his mouth as he gets closer. You take in a sharp breath when his tongue touches your skin, licking all over — starting on the outer lips, cleaning up the slick staining your skin, before diving in. He spreads your folds with his tongue, flattening the muscle against your center. Moving his head up and down, side to side, licking and sucking. Despite not really knowing what he’s doing, he somehow knows exactly what he’s doing.
Kamden lets go of Jiho’s head, which makes him whine at the loss of touch, and takes a few steps toward you. You look up at him and smile lazily. Which he returns.
“Does it feel good, baby?”
You nod, eyebrows knitting together in pleasure. “Really fucking good. Oh my god.”
Jiho can feel himself getting an endorphin rush as you sing his praise. He starts to make bigger movements, licking messily all around your pubic area, not even minding the taste of come and sweat. He’s too far gone to care about that.
Meanwhile, Kamden’s cock had fully hardened watching Jiho have you. He pumps it a few times before you take notice. You try to sit up so you can take it into your mouth, but he gently pushes you to lie back down. He steps forward a half step and rubs the leaking tip over your lips. You part them and stick out your tongue, licking around the sensitive area. He angles his hips and pushes the fat head inside. You let your jaw slack a bit to accommodate his size and let him shallowly fuck your mouth.
The scene feels like it’s straight from an erotic movie. Jiho, between your legs, the lower half of his face wet from messily eating your pussy. And Kamden by your head with your lips stretched thin around his thick cock. You were moaning and humming around your boyfriend, already feeling yourself getting close. For someone so inexperienced, Jiho seems to have a natural talent for eating pussy.
With your mouth so full, it was hard to warn them of your impending orgasm. You reach both hands out, desperately trying to do something. One hand tangles in Jiho’s hair, lightly pulling and making him whine against your core, and the other grasps Kamden’s thigh. Kamden hisses as your fingernails dig into his skin, but the way you start whining and huffing around him, he understands it to be a signal.
“It’s okay,” he says, cupping your face. He can feel the way his tip prods against your cheek from the outside as he still rolls his hips. “Give us one more. You’re almost there.” He turns to Jiho, who is already looking up at him from his position, and nods. Silently telling him to make you come.
It doesn’t take much longer for you to reach your climax. Jiho closes his mouth around your clit, humming as he licks and sucks and flicks his tongue and you’re there before you know it. The orgasm was a bit weaker this time, having been your third time coming tonight, but it still felt so overwhelming. Everything was sensitive. Spent. Your thighs tremble and squeeze around Jiho’s head. Your toes curl. Your fingertips dig into Jiho’s scalp, which in any other situation, would probably hurt, but feels so good right now. You whine and whimper and moan, sending shock waves through Kamden’s body as the sounds vibrate against his cock.
And he’s not far behind you. He was more worked up about the situation than he let on and he just needs a little more to send him over the edge too. You move your hand off of his thigh and reach under him. Taking his balls into your hold and gently massaging as you try to hollow your cheeks. This seems to be the perfect thing to push him across the finish line, because his hips still and his cock twitches, pumping cum into your mouth. You gag a little as some of it hits the back of your throat, but still try your best to milk him of everything before pulling away.
“F-Fuck,” your voice comes out hoarse. “Too much, Jiho.” You release your hold on Kamden, letting him step away, and reach down to lazily push Jiho away from your heat. It felt so good but it was too much, too sensitive. You couldn’t go any more.
Jiho has a dopey smile on his face as he leans back. He doesn’t even acknowledge his aching knees, begging for him to stand up from the hard floor, that’ll probably be bruised tomorrow. “Best birthday gift ever.”
All three of you laugh, catching your breath and riding the high of the situation. The unspoken still hangs in the air — was this just a one time thing? What does this mean for your friendship now that this has happened? Is there something more behind the surface? But for now, none of that matters.
“Happy birthday, Kamden.” You hold your arms out, wordlessly asking for him to cuddle you. “And happy birthday to you, too, Jiho.” He joins on the other side, and the puzzle feels complete as all three of you cuddle for a while.
gn!reader | minorsDNI | wc: ~460
genre: suggestive with smut
contains: lots of kissing, ass grabbing, kisses and hickeys to thighs and ass (m receiving)
a/n: oh Kammy, what have you done to me? i was in the middle of writing something else when i was possessed to stop everything and write this instead
At first: shy
Soon after: HEAT
The very first time he kisses you, it's like he'd been planning it for the last 20 minutes
Which he was, sneaking little glances at you and your very inviting lips, trying to work up the nerve to make his move (after, of course, subtly making sure you felt the same way about him)
And when he does actually lean in to kiss you, it's so quick you wonder for a second if it even happened and you just imagined it
But the furious blush on Kamden's face and the was he's looking away tell you, yeah he kissed you and now he's embarrassed and a little worried
What a cutie
That would be your opportunity to grab his pretty face and kiss him back, properly this time, giving both of you a chance to actually register the hot contact and enjoy yourselves
In fact, whenever you kiss him out of the blue, he blushes and looks away, but you know he's actually suuuper happy
But when he initiates, he's not shy at all - his cocky confident side kicks in full force
Kamden makes out like it's the last time he's ever going to kiss you, mouth open, tongue pressing against yours, hands all over
Also super slow and sensual, he really savors every moment your lips are on his
Super slow combined with his soft lips, using juuust enough pressure to feel really good and leave you wanting more, he knows what he's doing
In my mind, Kam is totally an ass and thighs guy so his hands always seem go right to your ass when he pulls you in for a kiss
Even if it's just a quick peck, he needs to give your ass a squeeze
He's very handsy
Which leads me to believe that he is very bad at keeping things tame when you're in his arms, to the point that he only wants to kiss you in private
In other words: Kamden is easily turned on by kissing
While his favorite place to kiss you would probably be the chest and neck (so his hands are free to grab your ass and thighs, preferably with you on his lap), he soon discovers that he also likes when you pay attention to his ass
Plant some kisses, or better yet, leave some hickeys on the backs of his thighs or on his ass… get ready to hear some groans of unexpected pleasure and most likely get him grinding himself down on whatever surface is underneath him
Whines if you pin him against the wall or get rough when kissing him
Can and will cum just from a heavy make out session
genre fluff , mackiah x fem!reader cw none wc 273 request yes note tried to add some kiah essence to this !! love my ampies <3 net @kstrucknet @andearnet
22:02 . . . “G’day milady. How art thou on this fine Tuesday?”
You snorted, “It’s raining here, Kiah.” You flipped the camera on your phone, showing your boyfriend the dark clouds and rain pouring down.
He furrowed his eyebrows, frowning slightly like he was figuring out how to respond to the turn of events. He hadn’t anticipated such bad weather back in Korea. “Well… I’ll enjoy the sunshine for both of us then.”
You smiled. It was late in the evening for you but still midday for Mackiah, as he was overseas for tour. He called you everyday, usually before you went to bed. You’d tell him about your day, and he would tell you about his plans for the day and about the show the previous day. There were only a few stops left on the tour, and you already couldn’t wait to have him back. Video calling could never compete with holding him in your arms. Sending kisses through the screen would never satisfy you quite like his lips on yours.
Still, you took what you could get. An endeared smile grew on your face when Mackiah excitedly showed you his food he had ordered through room service. You laughed when your call was rudely interrupted by Seungmo and Kyrell who made it their mission to annoy and tease your boyfriend until he kicked them both out. And when it was time for you to say goodnight, you blew a kiss for Mackiah to dramatically pretend to catch in his hands through the screen.
You never liked being away from your boyfriend, but video calls with him were something you had grown to love.
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warnings alpha/omega dynamics, childhood friends au, for plot purposes reader is from seattle, slight moments of miscommunication, alpha!kamden, omega!reader, idol!kamden, late presenting (reader), scents, mating cycles, accidental rut, big dick kamden, biting, no foreplay unless you count wrestling as foreplay, unprotected sex, knotting, breeding kink, size!!! difference!!!
bun’s notes this fic is for hope who terrorized me with this thought for a week so i would start writing it <3 and i do apologize for taking so long to finish it lol | got carried away yapping .. this was supposed to be a short drabble but here we are 7k words later | mdni banner by @/cafekitsune
▶︎ lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıı 🎧🎶 so contagious — acceptance.
Na Kamden was in over his head.
He was so excited to see you after such a long time that he didn’t stop to think about the consequences.
The last time Kamden had seen you was in the airport, reluctantly sending him off to begin his training in Seoul to become an idol. His group had just finished their tour, and it had been about five years since Kamden had seen you in person, so he jumped at the chance to have a visit with you after the pop-up event in Los Angeles. He managed to get permission from the company to travel back to Seoul separately from the rest of the members, instead taking the next flight back to Seattle. He was only supposed to visit for a short period of time, say hello to all of you guys’ friends from high school, and go back in time to get in a few final dance practices for their upcoming comeback. That was all.
But he can’t help but think he was going to be here longer than he intended.
When Kamden saw you last, you were eighteen years old. He had just turned nineteen, a few months older than you, and he had a certain aura about him. He’d presented earlier that year as an alpha, though you paid it no mind, and he carried himself much more confidently than he once did. You, on the other hand, still hadn’t presented yet. Which ended up being both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because you couldn’t smell his annoyingly strong scent, with him unable to control his scent when newly presented, and you were practically immune to his alpha charm. A curse because, well, as an alpha, Kamden had started getting a bit more attention. More than he already did. He was attractive, smart, and an alpha? He had omegas, male and female alike, throwing themselves at him. And you? You were in their way, though you knew that Kamden couldn’t possibly see you in that light.
You’d both been friends since you were kids, grew up wrestling one another to play when you were bored, went to each other to talk about crushes — surely, Kamden must have seen you as a sister rather than a potential partner. In the end, you were simply Kamden’s friend. Kamden’s unpresented friend that had to play the part of being totally uninterested in him. Though you knew the truth, that you were completely, utterly, irrevocably, stupidly in love with him. You were in love with him. With Na Kamden, not his alpha, but himself. The dorky, awkward, silly him. Being unable to smell his scent like the others meant being able to create a meaningful bond outside of your societal roles, but it also meant being shoved into a totally platonic role. Always the best friend. The sidekick. Besides, there was also a chance that you wouldn’t even present as an omega. And if you did, there was still the chance of Kamden ending your friendship out of respect for his future mate, not wanting to be too close with another omega. But until then, you remained in the close best friend position.
Which is how you ended up in the airport five years ago, sending Kamden off to Korea with high emotions. Tears welled up in your eyes as you held your arms open, inviting him for a hug. His lips are turned down into a pout, and he leans into your hold, putting his full body weight on you. You stumbled a little bit — he had begun to gain a little height and weight after presenting, growing into his alpha stature — but you held him tight. Instinctively, you shoved your nose in the crook of his neck, right where his scent gland should be and inhaled. You couldn’t smell much, but for some reason, you felt like you could smell him now a bit more than you could yesterday. Kamden nuzzled against you, mirroring your actions, trying to catch your scent, but he sighed in disappointment when there was nothing. It was as if he wanted to check one last time, as if he were going to savor your scent during his training period, but there was none.
As if it were some twisted joke, you presented two days after Kamden left. Two days. It only took two days of him being gone for you to present as an omega. And suddenly, all of those times you snuggled closer to Kamden to share his body heat when you suddenly felt cold and began to shiver out of nowhere made a lot more sense.
You hadn’t seen each other in person since then, though you regularly spoke on the phone. So, naturally, Kamden jumped at the opportunity to see you again. Somehow, though, it slipped your mind to tell him about being an omega. What could possibly go wrong by not telling your alpha friend that you were an omega?
Neither of you had expected it to go like this.
Kamden showed up when you were in the midst of tidying up your apartment, making sure that it was presentable enough for your longtime friend, though he had seen your bedroom at your childhood home in its worst state. It was different now. Back then, you were both teenagers with no responsibilities. But now, you were both adults with responsibilities and you wanted to look put together, and quite frankly, your omega would be very unhappy if you were inviting an alpha into your space and it wasn’t presentable. You were so busy cleaning up, making sure everything was clean and pristine, that you completely forgot about scent blocking. The scent neutralizing and blocking perfume and candles sat in the corner, untouched, forgotten about. Then Kamden was at your front door and you were leading him to your sofa in an instant.
“Do you want anything to drink?” You asked. “I have water, tea, a couple sodas, some beer?”
Kamden shakes his head. “I don’t really drink alcohol. I’m okay. No drink for me.”
Nodding, you make your way to sit on the sofa alongside Kamden, a comfortable distance away. Not too close, not too far. Despite him being your best friend, you still felt a little awkward due to the time spent apart. You anxiously rub your hands on your pants — ironically, a pair that you had bought while on a shopping trip with Kamden all those years ago. When you look over, you see Kamden caressing his elbow, and you smile. Maybe it would be okay. Maybe things hadn’t changed as much as you thought.
You quickly settle into comfortable chatter with Kamden, asking him how he’s been the past five years, how he’s liking his career choice, if there’s anything new in his life he hadn’t told you yet, and he directed those questions back to you as well. But somehow, some way, it continued to slip your mind to tell him about your presentation after he left. “It’s a little tiring, you know — I’m always busy. My life is just practice, sleep, practice some more, perform, sneak in a quick nap before we meet with fans, squeeze in a quick meal, rinse and repeat.” You hum, nodding along and resisting the urge to reach out and mindlessly twirl his hair around your finger like you used to when you were younger and his hair got shaggy in between haircuts. “I wouldn’t trade it for anything, though. How about you?”
“Me?” Kamden nods. “Nothing as exciting as your job. I just work a desk job now, making ends meet and trying to pay back my student loans. My life is just work, sleep, and more and more mind-numbing work. I still try to hang out with our friends sometimes, though, if we can all work it into our schedules. They all ask about you, by the way.”
“Really?” He can’t hide the excitement in his voice. Perhaps, all of this time away has him thinking about his high school friends, wondering if they ever think of him too, and now that you have confirmed they do, he can finally relax a little. “How are they? Has anyone chosen their mate yet?”
You nearly jump in excitement, and scoot closer to him. Kamden can smell the faint scent of a spiced vanilla, but he brushes it off. Maybe it’s your shampoo or something. “You’ll never guess who marked each other as mates.”
“Who?”
Kamden tenses as you get closer to him, squealing and excitedly gushing about your two friends claiming each other as mates. They had a friendship quite similar to the one you had, so his jaw drops and his eyes widen as you tell him all about it. He doesn’t miss the way the spiced vanilla scent gets stronger the closer you get to him, the more excited you get. In fact, he can’t miss it. It all but floods his senses and he can feel his stomach churning and he can’t focus on anything you’re saying.
He tries to ignore it, tries to focus his attention on your words, but he just can’t. You keep getting closer to him and the scent gets stronger. You think about something new that makes you excited to fill him in on and the scent gets stronger. He begins to feel lightheaded. You get so close that he can feel your body heat and the scent gets impossibly stronger, and every time he takes a breath he feels a new sensation in his body. What is this new fragrance? And why is it making him feel like this?
“You smell different.”
You’re taken aback by his sudden statement. His voice sounded rather harsh, loud and raspy. It makes you flinch. “I-I don’t know why…I’m not,” A lump begins to form in your throat. “I still use the same shampoo and conditioner as before. And I’m not wearing any perfume or scent blockers right now so I don’t—.”
Oh.
That’s your scent.
Kamden takes a deep breath and immediately regrets it. The deeper the breath he took, the more he inhaled your scent, and the more he could feel it affecting him. The fuzzy feeling in his head, his stomach twisting up in knots, his body temperature rising. It had all suddenly begun to get overwhelming. All at once. He didn’t need to hear you say it. He knew. “You’re an omega.”
You swallow the lump in your throat. You take a deep breath and nod. If you focused, you could smell traces of an oak wood scent. “Yes,” A deep sigh. “I, um — shortly after you left…I presented. As an omega….I meant to tell you, but I guess — I guess it just slipped my mind.”
The woody scent gets a little stronger.
“You don’t have a mate, do you?” You shake your head.
The scent gets stronger.
“A heat partner?” No.
And stronger.
Kamden begins to shift. It starts small — his leg bouncing, wrapping his arms around himself to rub at the skin of his elbow, which is a habit he’s had since you were kids. But it quickly turns into something different. He begins to twist his body, turning away from you, refusing to look you in the eye. The scent of oak wood, which you figured was his scent, fluctuates. It spikes and then it pulls back. You try to get closer, but he moves away. The scent fluctuates again.
You can’t help but get a sinking feeling in your chest. “Did I do something wrong?” No answer, just Kamden trying to level his breathing while simultaneously seeming like he’s holding his breath. “Are you mad at me?” In all of the years you’d known Kamden, he never acted like this. Even when he first began to show signs of presenting, his mood swings were never this bad. One second he was fine, engaging you in conversation and catching up about your old friends that he hadn’t seen in a while. The next? Well, he was acting strange. There’s no other way to put it except to say that it’s strange. Here he is, your best friend, and he’s acting as if he’s uncomfortable around you all of a sudden. He’s still looking away from you, anxiously rubbing the palms of his hands on his pants, and trying not to inhale too deeply so he doesn’t inhale your scent.
Did you smell bad? Or, oh, god, does he already have a mate? Is he mad that you’re an omega and you lied by omission? Even though it wasn’t on purpose, if he already had a mate, or if he was someone else’s heat partner, you could understand why he is upset with you. No alpha in their right mind would want to be around an unmated omega if they were already betrothed to another. Maybe that’s why his mood suddenly shifted and he was asking about your mating status. But, somewhere in the back of your mind, you can’t help but wonder if he was truly upset. If he was, why does the woody fragrance smell just so inviting? Shouldn’t it smell unappealing to you?
You try to reach a hand out. To comfort him. To just touch him. The two of you had always been affectionate friends, nuzzling into the place where your scent glands should be, holding hands or laying with one another, or sharing his clothes even after he presented up until the day he left. “Kam, I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—.”
“Don’t touch me!” He barks. The sudden volume and bass in his voice causes you to flinch, again, and jerk your hand away as if he burned you. Kamden could smell your scent sour slightly in fear and he winces. He didn’t mean to scare you. But he’s afraid of losing control of himself. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to be an omega, and even if you were, he wasn’t supposed to be able to smell you like this. When he became a trainee, they put him on supplements for this very reason. So that he, as an alpha, didn’t get a whiff of a delicious omega scent and become feral. However, being on tour for a month straight, he’d let a few doses slip past him. Between the busy schedule of practicing and performing late into the night and traveling early the next morning, his once steady schedule of taking these supplements had fallen behind. And he’s really starting to regret it.
At first, the cloudy feeling in his head and the heat in his lower abdomen confused him. He can’t remember the last time he felt these sensations at once — probably when he first began to present, his hormones being uncontrollable when he was going through his second puberty. Back then, he’d been able to fake being sick and isolate himself for a week. But running away and faking illness now would only make you worry for him. And the tightness in his pants is slowly starting to become unbearable. He’s caught between two difficult choices; to stay here and suffer smelling your scent when he feels like he’s dangerously close to popping a knot on his pants like some horny teenager, or to leave right now and risk upsetting you. He feels like both options would change the trajectory of your friendship and he’s not sure there would ever be a way back from either of them.
Ultimately, he decided that he needed to get out of there.
He abruptly stands up but he can’t move. Suddenly his feet felt heavy. As if they were bolted to the floor. He doesn’t know why he can’t move — why his feet won’t budge. He needs to leave before he does something the both of you will regret.
“Where are you going? You just got here.” Kamden doesn’t respond. He doesn’t look at you. Tears well up in your eyes and your scent sours more, becomes bitter. “You’re mad at me.”
“I’m not!” He sighs. “I’m not mad at you. I just need to leave.”
Finally, he wills his feet to move. He takes one step before he feels you grabbing him. Your hands wrap around his wrist and you’re trying to pull him back to you, almost selfishly, because you didn’t want him to leave. He just got here! Kamden still doesn’t look at you, but you’re looking at him. Looking for any sign of something. You don’t know what. Part of you is afraid that if he does look at you, you’ll see contempt in his eyes. Like you disgraced him by not telling him you were an omega. You knew that if he looked at you, he’d see something else in your eyes. Tears, mostly. Fear from being afraid of losing him. Silently begging him to stay, apologies, promises that if he stayed you’ll go put scent blockers on right now. But deep down, you felt something else. There’s an uncomfortable stirring in your lower abdomen. One that you can’t exactly explain. One that, weirdly, you feel only Kamden could solve.
“Why?”
He squeezes his eyes shut. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
You blink. “Hurt me? Why would you hurt me? You won’t hurt me. Please, sit back down. We can talk about this.”
Kamden tears his hand away from you. Your hands stay frozen, suspended in the air from where they were holding him. There’s a tingling feeling in your fingertips. His wrist feels like it’s on fire.
He turns to leave again and you jump up, bolting in front of him to try to stop him with your body. It was ridiculous; he was much bigger than you, stronger, and could easily push you out of his way if he really wanted to leave. But you knew that he wouldn’t. He would never carelessly push you to the side. He’s still avoiding your gaze, even as you try to defiantly make eye contact with him, so you take this time to look him over. It had been five years. His body had changed. Gotten bigger. More…alpha. You trail your eyes down from his handsome face to his neck, unmarked and inviting, though you shouldn’t say that because he is — was? — your best friend, to his slightly more defined chest. His shoulders were wider, too, arms a bit bigger. You couldn’t tell if that was due to him working out or if it was from growing into his alpha stature. Then you let your eyes travel lower, naughtily, all the way down his torso. Truthfully, you just wanted to innocently check him out (could it be so innocent?). You weren’t looking for anything specific. But then you see it and it feels like everything makes sense now. Why he was so urgently trying to get out.
“Oh my god,” you blurted. “Are you fucking hard?!”
Kamden immediately tries to cover his, now very obvious, bulge in his pants. Instead, he minorly miscalculated the pressure and ended up squeezing instead of covering. He makes a noise, one in between a moan and a growl rumbling in his chest. His scent spikes again, triggering yours to release pheromones in response. Suddenly, the push-and-pull scent spikes and his eagerness to not touch one another and leave makes sense. He was horny. You can’t help but feel a sense of pride — your scent did this to him. You did this to him.
He tries to go around you, but you step in front of him again. And again. And again. It became a battle, almost, blocking his way every time he tried to move around you. Kamden was beginning to get frustrated. The tightness in his pants was uncomfortable. He’s so painfully hard that he feels like he’s throbbing. And the more he breathes in your scent, the less he thinks he can control himself. He doesn’t want to make a mistake. He doesn’t want to change your friendship so drastically just because his alpha is trying to do the thinking for him.
In a last ditch attempt, Kamden tries to gently push you to the side so he can leave. His skin immediately feels like it’s on fire from where he touches you and he immediately retracts his hand. But when he tries to step past you again, you grab his arm and pull. Despite the fact that Kamden is much stronger than you physically, the force of which you pulled him with managed to knock him off balance. The two of you took a tumble; luckily you were still close to the sofa, so you fell onto the cushions before sliding to the floor. You ended up on top of Kamden, trying to pin him down and get him to talk to you, to stay, to do something other than run away from you. There was a struggle as he attempted to push you off of him so he could crawl away on his hands and knees. You grab his ankle and try to pull him back.
“Please, Kamden, talk to me.” I miss you, you wanted to say. Miss you, need you, want you. Don’t run away from me now.
The amount of strength you gathered to wrestle Kamden into staying surprised you. But it still wasn’t enough, because just a moment later, you were the one lying on your back, struggling in his grasp as he hovers over you. He grips your wrists and pins them to the floor beside your head. Your eyes widen and your jaw hangs open. As you look at Kamden, you can see that there’s an unfamiliar look in his eyes. Something dark, but not scary or evil. He still looked like himself, just with a new, dark, wild look in his eyes, though weirdly, you thought that it still looked soft and caring at the same time. A low growl rumbles in his chest again and he bares his teeth. Typically, growling and baring teeth would intimidate you, make you feel small and want to run, but this? This is different. This is Kamden. Your best friend. And even though he has a complete advantage over you, having you pinned beneath him, realistically unable to fight with physical strength alone, you aren’t scared. He would never hurt you. In fact, you’re actually incredibly turned on. You know that your scent must be spiking so much right now.
The two of you were, quite frankly, in an uncomfortable position. Your legs were tangled awkwardly with one another’s and he was supporting his weight only on his toes and his hands on your wrist, which was beginning to get a little painful. You’re not sure how long you stayed like that, staring intently into each others eyes, but it feels like forever. Then Kamden changes the way he’s positioned and it set your body alight.
He moves to where he was between your legs now, both of yours on either side of his. And if that wasn’t enough, he rests on his knees and lowers his hips, accidentally rocking his hips forward into yours. You can feel his thick bulge pressing against you but it’s gone as soon as it was there. Still, though, it has the both of you reacting. Kamden couldn’t help but let out a moan and it triggered your scent glands to release pheromones in order to entice him. You wanted to lock your ankles behind his back and pull him forward to grind against you, get him to let out more of those lustful noises, have him nuzzle his face into your neck to inhale your scent as the both of you come.
“Fuck,” he whispers. He squeezes his eyes shut, the sight of you beneath him, looking up at him with a look that he’s sure mirrored his own, was beginning to get to be too much. He could feel himself slipping away, his sound mind starting to fade to the back and his alpha beginning to stalk forward.
“Please, Kamden,” you whisper back. Afraid that if you spoke much louder that it would shatter the bubble around the two of you, the tense atmosphere, and he’d run away.
He turns his head away. “I-I can’t. I don’t…” he sighs. “I don’t want to hurt you. You-You’re too important to me, and I don’t think I could—”
“You won’t hurt me. I’m sure of it, Kamden. You won’t…I trust you. More than anything.”
He can feel his resolve slipping further and further away. The muscles in his arms are beginning to feel stiff from holding himself above you for so long and he’s not sure how much longer he can hold out if you’re practically begging him to rip your clothes off and fuck you. To claim you as his mate. He needs to make a decision, and he needs to make it fast. “God, what are you doing to me?”
It was quiet. So low and quiet that you aren’t sure you actually heard him say that until he opens his eyes and the two of you make eye contact. There’s a fierce look in his eyes and almost as soon as you register it as need, he all but pounces on you.
Electricity buzzes from your toes to your fingertips, all the way up to your mind, making it fuzzy, as Kamden lowers himself. He lets go of your wrists and rests on his forearms now, hips and heavy bulge getting dangerously close to where you want him — and he wants to be — the most. You rock your hips up against him one, two times before he pulls back. You begin to get worried that you did something wrong again.
“Are you sure?” He asks one last time. Gives you one more chance to back out. But you didn’t want to back out. “Because if I start, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to stop.”
You look at him and tell him firmly, “I don’t want you to stop. I want you to fuck me, Kamden. Alpha.”
A shiver runs down his spine, making goosebumps appear on his skin and his cock twitch. He leans back, sitting on his knees to unbutton his pants and try to shuffle them down his thighs. You watch him closely, eyes trained on his fingers working. He has nice hands, and you can’t help but think that if the circumstances were different you’d like to feel them inside you. But, much like him, you were too horny and impatient for any of that right now. Only, you weren’t aware just how horny he was. And quite frankly, neither was he aware that he was so close to losing himself. He finally pushes his pants and boxers down and you watch as his cock springs free. It’s thick, heavy, bobbing from suddenly being freed of its confinements and it’s leaking. He was dripping precome, and if you had more time, you’d wonder how he tastes. Or how he feels on your tongue, if your jaw could even open wide enough for him.
He hisses as you reach out to touch him, hips jerking at the pressure before he pushes your hands away. His fingers slip under the waistband of your shorts, pulling them and your underwear down at the same time. The fabric peels away, leaving a mess of slick all over your pussy and inner thighs. Kamden isn’t sure he’s seen anything so beautiful, so erotic. And with the fabric out of the way, he can smell your scent the strongest from your core. He continues to drag your bottoms down, rather calmly for how close he was to losing his mind. You help him get them off by lifting your hips and legs so he can pull them off and throw them to the side.
Kamden spreads your folds and stares in awe at the slick leaking out of you. He uses two fingers to gather some, watching as it thickly coats his fingertips. He has half a mind to put his fingers in his mouth, to taste your slick and see if it tastes as good as you smell, but he refrains. Instead, he spreads your slick arousal along his aching length and loosely pumps his fist a few times. The light friction already has his mind reeling; he’s so worked up that he feels so sensitive and reactive, and he’s not entirely sure if he’ll even last long once he finally does fuck you. But that’s neither here nor there, because if he doesn’t do something now, he feels like he might burst at the seams. He puts both of his hands on your legs, pulling you closer and angling your hips so he can have easier access. The sudden movement and strength he used made your heart race (and more arousal to pool out of you.)
He lets go of one leg and you immediately replace his hands with yours, pulling your knees up closer to your chest. You subconsciously hold your breath as he takes hold of his cock, guiding the tip up and down your slit. It takes everything in you not to rush him every time it catches at your hole, wanting nothing more than for him to push his way inside. Finally, though, Kamden seems to have had enough of his own teasing and begins to properly line himself up. He has to take a few deep breaths to hype himself up to do it. To finally push his cock inside you.
The feeling is overwhelming. He watches closely as he breaches your entrance. His cockhead is thick, stretching your hole so wide that he can’t help but be amazed. The stretch of Kamden’s dick is unfamiliar to you, but not unwelcome, though it almost feels like it’s too much. It’s thick, heavy, big and you feel like it’s going to split you in half. You let out soft whines as he slowly presses into you, trying to remain relaxed so the slide is easier.
“Fuck,” he rasps. “So fucking tight.”
Your pussy is squeezing around him so tightly that he finds it a little hard to move. Had you never fucked your pussy open during your heats before? Was he the first? Or is it just that you’ve never had something this big inside you? Either way, Kamden feels himself slipping away from the front of his mind, his alpha desperate to be the first to ruin you, to breed your omega, to mold your insides to his shape.
When his cock is fully sheathed inside you, Kamden stops. He notices the way your breathing is labored and wants to give you a moment to adjust to the feeling of being so full. So stretched. You drop your hands, now clawing at the floor beneath you, unable to get a good grip to ground yourself, the sensation being profound and mind-blowing. Your best friend, of all people, was hovering above you with his large alpha cock so deeply in your tight omega cunt. But still, somehow, it wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward for you right now. All you could think about was how it feels like you were made to take his dick with how perfectly it fits inside you.
He leans down on his forearms and nuzzles into your neck. Inhaling, pressing his nose directly to the place where your scent gland is, familiarizing himself with your scent. It’s a bit sweeter now than it was earlier, more vanilla forward, enticing Kamden more than he already had been. He loves the scent of vanilla, and he feels it’s only fitting that you of all people had that natural scent. Your scent is intoxicating and he can’t help but rock his hips against you. Small, insignificant movements that grind his cock ever so slightly against your spongy walls. Your hands fly up to grasp his shoulders, nails lightly digging in through the fabric of his shirt that he still hadn’t taken off.
“Keep-Keep doing that,” you whine. “More.”
He ruts his hips into you again, this time with more purpose. Each and every time he moves, he stimulates a new part inside of you that you didn’t even know could feel this way. Your body is burning from the inside out, the feeling of being filled to the brim already beginning to get overwhelming. Kamden isn’t much better — he’s never been squeezed so tightly before, feeling like he can barely move. It’s such a tight fit that he’s not sure if—. No, he can’t think about that right now. The thought makes his cock twitch, which elicits a moan from you.
The first real thrust feels like it punches the air out of you. Kamden changes his angle, propping himself up in a more comfortable way (though how comfortable can you really be after a while on the floor?) and he finally moves his hips. More than just subtle grinding. He pulls out until just the tip is all that’s left and pushes all the way into you at once. It knocks the air out of your lungs, leaving you gasping and squirming beneath him. He sets a slow and steady rhythm of thrusting all the way to the hilt and pulling out to just the tip.
He grasps your legs again, pulling you impossibly closer and lifting your hips. The new angle shifts his length inside you, making him repeatedly rub against your sweet spot. He quickens his pace, the sound of skin slapping and lewd squelching from your slick getting louder as he does. Each sharp thrust jostles your body, and if it weren’t for the hold he has on your thighs, you’re sure you’d be sliding uncomfortably. But you’re not, because he’s got a tight grip on your thighs, holding them open and lightly digging his fingernails into them and leaving crescent-moon-shaped marks in their place. Almost as if he were afraid that if he were to let go even the slightest bit that you’d run away from him. Like he’s been waiting for so long to be able to have you like this.
And unbeknownst to you, he has. For years, he yearned for you. Even when there were other omegas throwing themselves at him, he still held out hope that, maybe, even if you didn’t present as an omega, you’d still give him a chance. Now that he has the opportunity, he’s not letting it slip away from him. If that means that he has to hold you this tightly so that he knows it’s real and not one of his many dreams, then so be it. This may be the only time he gets to have you like this, so he’s not going to let it go to waste.
Not that he has much of a choice, with his mind being clouded entirely by lust and instinct. You just smell so good, and your pussy is so warm and tight. Feels like it’s made for his cock. Though he’s not sure if you can handle his fat knot — not that he’s ever tried to knot someone before. He always managed to have good enough control over himself, but with you, he can feel that control slipping further and further away. All he wants to do is put you in the mating press and shove his cock so deeply inside you that you’re properly knotted and bred, maybe even sink his teeth into your neck to claim you as his mate.
Kamden gets so lost in his thoughts that he hasn’t realized that he had moved his hands and begun to press your knees closer to your chest. The angle lifts your hips even further, giving him access to get deeper inside you. He’s so deep that it feels like his tip is breaching your womb. Your back arches at the feeling, head rolling back and exposing your neck. The vanilla scent feels like it gets much stronger, and Kamden can’t help but lean down, nuzzling into your neck yet again. This position pushes your legs even further apart, almost uncomfortably so. He lets go of the backs of your knees, propping himself up on his palms, and you let your legs slide down his torso and rest on his hips.
His thrusts get a bit sloppy, losing their rhythm, beginning to pathetically rut into you at a quicker pace. It gets harder for him to move as his knot begins to swell up at the base of his cock, trying to lock him in place inside you. Neither of you realize just how close he is to finishing until he’s there. His knot swells and stretches your cunt around him until it couldn’t anymore, keeping him inside. He still tries to rock his hips, although it’s rather difficult, and his fat knot constantly rubbing against your sweet spot has you clenching around him even tighter. You’ve never felt so full before, he’s never been squeezed so tightly, but somehow it feels perfect.
With him being stuck, for lack of better words, inside you, he couldn’t help but come just as deeply. You feel his warm release flooding your insides, his knot pulsing as he pumps you full of his cum. The feeling triggers your own release, muscles spawning and contracting around him, which in turn milks him dry. He shoves his face deeper into your neck, taking in the way your scent smells. It’s intoxicating. His teeth ache to sink into your skin and claim you as his mate, to leave his mark so that everyone knows you’re his, even when he’s far away. But there’s something deep inside him holding him back, despite feeling like he’s no longer in control of his body. So he settles for grazing his teeth on your skin.
He nips and scrapes his sharp teeth against your neck, enough to have your mind reeling, but not enough to bite down and claim you. You whimper and whine, baring your neck for him, silently begging him to do it. But he won’t. Not yet. Kamden loves you, he does, and he wants you as his mate, but he would like to do it properly and not in a lust-induced haze. Not when he’s two seconds away from losing himself entirely to his alpha, which isn’t saying much because he’s about ninety-eight percent there and has been for a while. If he were of sound mind and thinking logically, Kamden wouldn’t be in this position with you like this — if his mind wasn’t clouded, he wouldn’t be knotting his best friend on her living room floor and fighting his instinct to leave his bite mark on her neck, but here he is, doing exactly that. All because he hadn’t been taking his supplements like he should, you forgot your scent blockers and you smell oh so good.
It’s been a while since Kamden has popped a knot, so he severely underestimates how long it takes for it to go down enough to be able to pull out. When he shifts to a more comfortable position and his hips move, it pushes his knot further into your cunt. He’s so deep it feels like he’s centimeters away from breaching your womb with the tip of his cock. The two of you are connected at the center most part of your bodies and if it weren’t for your shirts, you’d be pressing bare skin to skin from your head to your toes.
He’s still pushing his face into your scent gland, inhaling so much of your natural scent that it feels intoxicating. He feels hypnotized by the way it draws him in — just how ironic is it that his best friend of all people is an omega and smells like his favorite scent? Growing up, he always mentioned how much he liked the vanilla smell of your favorite ice cream shops and bakeries, and here you are with that being your natural scent. Only a bit spicier. It’s unique, Kamden thinks, and it suits you. It draws him in. It led him to where he is now, fully sheathed inside you and being milked of all his come from your tight pussy squeezing around him. He can’t move, and honestly, he’s not sure he even wants to.
Even as his knot begins to go down and his painfully hard cock starts to soften, he doesn’t want to pull out. He would stay inside you forever if it meant getting to have you. Part of him worries that once he pulls out, it’ll all be over and you’ll never want to acknowledge this again. But another part, the more feral and prominent part of him just doesn’t want to pull out of your hole that just sucked him in so well. Welcomed him like it was meant to be there. He wanted to stay connected like this as long as possible.
He huffs and tries to push his hips further into you, but had no luck because he was already buried to the hilt. Skin to skin, pelvic bones touching. There’s no way he could get any deeper, but he still tries, and it causes the both of you to cry out.
“No more,” you whine, voice a little hoarse from before. “Sensitive.”
Kamden doesn’t respond. Not verbally, at least. Instead, he shoves his hands under your back and leans back, pulling you to sit on his lap as sits up on his knees. The sudden movement caused you to squeal and wrap your arms around his broad shoulders for support. This angle, despite already being as deep inside you as he possibly could, shifts him in a way that rubs against you just right. His half-hard cock twitches in interest as you whimper and clench around him, but you shake your head and nuzzle into his neck.
You try to lift off of him, but your legs are so shaky that you couldn’t even hold your own body weight up. He uses his grip around you to gently lift you up and you both sigh at the feeling. His dick falls limply against his thigh as he pulls out and a disgusting glob of cum drips out of your quivering hole.you all but collapse against him in exhaustion. Much like he had been earlier, you shove your nose directly against the scent gland in his neck, inhaling. Because finally, finally, you could really smell it. It’s strong, woody and earthy, and you can’t help but think that it mixes perfectly with yours as the two of you embrace like this.
He grunts and moves you around yet again. Only this time to maneuver the both of you to lie on the sofa rather than remain kneeling on the hard floor. Even in this dazed state, he could feel the ache in his knees from this position and he could only imagine your back felt the same from laying there for god knows how long.
The two of you lie there in silence for a while, catching your breath and basking in the moment you’d both been longing for for a while without the other knowing. But the silence doesn’t last long, because once you feel Kamden’s dick twitching as it begins to erect you can’t help but laugh. Not mockingly, but somewhat in disbelief and humor. Lying there entangled with you after what you had just done, without even cleaning up, Kamden was getting hard again.
“Again?” You asked, amused. “What, are you some dumb alpha in rut now? Losing your mind over your best friend being an omega?”
A low growl vibrates your chest where it’s pressed to Kamden’s own and you gasp. You barely have time to react before he swiftly turns the two of you over, face pressed against the cushions of your sofa and hips up in the air. Your pretty pussy was still glistening with slick, almost as if it were enticing him, inviting him back in. His cock stands at attention now, eager to be squeezed by your perfect hole again. The thought makes your heart race.
Somehow, you feel like you won’t be able to wiggle your way out of this one. Like he won’t be satisfied until he’s sure you’re properly mated and bred with his pups. Which, quite frankly, you wouldn’t mind. As long as it’s him.
You’d do it all over again if it meant being with Kamden.
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