Moon 🌙

𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 ─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

[gyuubear]

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✩ Hi there!!! My name is moon 🌙 <3

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✩ Bias: Beomgyu + Kai

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[sugar-petals]

the term “ai fanfiction/fanart” is such an oxymoron because AI cannot be a fan. it’s not involved in fandom spaces, it has no passion nor sentimental preference, it doesn’t dream about its beloved blorbo, nor can it be horny for their fave. it’s just a button click for fake creators that’ll steal stuff. hence “ai fan-xyz” and ai `art´ do not exist

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[pjharvey]

basically i have to stay silly bc the other option is death

[kosmogrl]

I never got over anything. I miss everyone and everything. nostalgia and grief kill me every day. oh and I also love going on walks.

[sleezle-deactivated20240222]

sorry for always being weird and horny, I would stop but I don't want to

[losergfdotcom]

isolation the most goated coping mechanism i love talking to no one and losing my mind alone

[lovesickchoi]

📁 FILE 05: HUENINGKAI

⋆·˚ ༘ * It’s been days since the fight, and you’ve barely touched him. Hueningkai’s been patient—gentle reminders, fleeting contact, anything to feel close again. But once you let him in, he makes sure you never pull away again.

✦ Love Language: Physical Touch

pairing: hueningkai x reader ✮⋆˙✐ 2.5k

warnings: smut, f!reader, dom!hueningkai, sub!reader, makeup sex, wall sex, riding, overstimulation, possession themes, begging, multiple orgasms

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You genuinely did not mean to ignore Kai.

It was just that after the argument... things settled into a quiet dispute. With every room you shared, the air almost instantly flooded with tension. It worked its way into your subconscious. To the point where you didn't even realize you'd begun turning your back to him when brushing your teeth. Shrugging away from him when he tried to put an arm around you. Even sitting on opposite sides of the couch during a movie.

The worst part? You couldn't even remember how it started. Just that he said something that cut too deep. But as usual, you reacted without thinking, and suddenly everything was off. You didn’t yell. There were no slammed doors or snide remarks. Only a stillness that made everything ten times worse.

What made it unbearable for Kai was your lack of affection. At least during your usual fights, you wouldn't shy away from contact, letting each other know that you're still there. For him, touch was paramount. His way of saying I’m upset, but I still love you. Of saying anything at all.

But when you stopped reaching for him, when you pulled away ever so slightly when he leaned in to kiss your cheek goodnight, when you crossed your arms instead of letting them fall into his waiting hands, it stung him. Every intentionally missed chance crawled beneath his skin like an itch he couldn’t quite scratch.

Something had to be done about it. So Kai began slowly.

A hand on your lower back in the kitchen when you’re making coffee. A ghost of a touch, but it lingers, even after he walks away. His pinky brushing yours as you pass him the remote on the couch, the faint contact sending electricity through him. A leg tossed carelessly over yours in bed when he thinks you’re asleep, just enough to keep you within reach, and just enough to pretend it doesn’t mean anything.

You don’t lean into him or return the touches, but you don’t pull away either. And for Kai, that's enough for now. It was maddening, how something so small could feel so important. A reason to keep hoping you'd come back to the surface. Every time you didn’t move, he took it as permission. Almost like an ounce of forgiveness he hadn’t yet earned.

The itch continues to build over the days.

Until one night, you’re out with friends, tucked into the corner of a bar you both used to love. You're half-tuned into the conversation, some mixed drink sweating in your palm. You laugh on cue, smile at familiar faces, nod when appropriate, but none of it reaches you.

Kai's kept his distance, just like you seem to want. He's sat far enough away that his knee couldn’t bump yours beneath the table, laughed a second too late at a joke you would've whispered in his ear just days ago. He’s been so good.

But later that night, he watches you across the room. Your shoulders dip when Yeonjun makes you laugh. The way your lips curled softly at the corners, the way they only do for him. And then Beomgyu leans in, too close for him to ignore, and Kai forgets how to behave.

His feet move before his mind does.

Suddenly, he’s behind you. Close. His chest was nearly flush against your back. One hand finds your bare hipbone, warm fingers pressing into the skin, desperate to leave a mark. His grip isn’t harsh; it's more like a quick claim of what's his. The gesture wasn't loud whatsoever, but it was undeniable to the hungry boys around you.

You flinch—just a fraction. But again, you choose not to move. Kai's breath is soft against your ear, his nose brushing your temple. He says nothing to you. Instead, his thumb draws a single, slow circle into your skin. Both an apology and a reminder to you.

He stays like that for a moment too long, anchoring himself to you with just that small touch, begging that you’ll lean back. But when you don’t, he silently retreats. Slipping away like he hadn’t just poured his heart into the palm of your hand.

This time, his absence sends a chill through you. For the first time in days, your body aches for him in return. You pretend it didn’t shake you. But hours later, back in the apartment, it all comes to a head.

You’re sitting up in bed, both of you with your faces in your phones. Lights dimmed, still not touching one another. You scrolled mindlessly, not even paying attention to whatever illuminated your phone screen. Instead, you were all too consumed by Kai looming next to you. The room is eerily quiet, and you feel it before you see it: his presence shifting as the mattress dips beside you.

He sets his phone down first.

Kai turns to you to hook a leg over yours. Impatient arms wrap around your middle and drag you into him until your back is against his chest and your legs tangle. You try to keep your grip on your phone, but it slips from your fingers and hits the sheets with a dull thud.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers into your shoulder. He was nervous. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Your breath catches in relief. The dam finally breaks, and instead of turning away, you lean in. Your fingers curl at the sharp edge of his jaw and guide his mouth to yours. No more space. No more pretending. His body settles against you with a sigh, like he’s been waiting for this crack in the silence just to exhale.

The kiss is wrecked from the start. There’s nothing careful about it. It tastes like everything you’ve both swallowed down the past week: guilt, longing, frustration, need. His tongue slides against yours like he’s desperate to remember it. His hands stay tight on your waist, holding you still. You don't hold back your moans, and Kai swallows them whole.

He lays you back onto the bed with reverence, lips trailing down your throat, hands slipping beneath your sleep shirt to trace the backs of your thighs. Warm, calloused palms kneading your skin like he’s trying to relearn every inch.

"I'm sorry too," you whisper, voice cracking, eyes glimmering beneath his gaze.

He kisses your cheek. Then your jaw. His breath stutters as he speaks. “Then let me make up for this wasted time.”

You nod silently, but the hunger in his eyes falters—barred by restraint. It takes you arching up, lips pressed to the corner of his mouth, to get him to move.

This time, Kai rises with purpose.

One fluid motion turns you in his grasp, guiding you up from the bed until your chest meets the opposite wall. The chill of it against your skin makes you gasp.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you like this,” he breathes, stepping into you, chest flush to your back. “Pressed up. Nowhere to run like you've been doing to me all week.”

You feel him hard against your ass. His arms wrap around your waist, firm but gentle. His breath is hot against your neck.

“I would think about it—how it might feel to fuck you right here. No distractions. No space between us. Just you… mine.”

Your hands brace against the wall, trembling when he drags your sleep shirt up and off, exposing you inch by inch.

He presses a kiss to your shoulder, down your spine. Fingers slip between your legs, testing you.

“I want to feel every sound you make,” he murmurs, “and hear it echo off these walls.”

A soft whimper breaks from you. “Touch me, Kai.”

“I missed touching you.” His hand slides up, cupping your breast.

“I missed you.” You arch into him and lets out a grunt.

He kisses your jaw. Apologies and confessions of love spilling back and forth between you. “I hated waking up without you.”

“I hated it too,” you breathe, voice shaking at this point. “I’m sorry I made you feel alone.”

Your panties are gone before you even notice. Kai is sinking to his knees behind you, dragging the lace slowly down your thighs. His hands settle at your hips for a moment, breath fanning over the backs of your thighs. He carefully leans in.

You gasp when you feel his tongue slowly licking a stripe through your folds. His thumbs spread you gently, and he groans at the sight of you at this angle, wet and swollen just for him.

He buries his face there like it’s all he’s ever wanted. His tongue works expertly, curling against your clit, then dipping into you. Your knees nearly give, but his hands are steady at your thighs, holding you open for him.

“Kai—oh my god,” you pant, forehead hitting the wall.

He hums into you. Oh, how he missed the sound of your voice breaking just for him. His grip tightens when your hips begin to stutter forward.

“Stay still,” he murmurs against your heat. “I’m not done.”

He sucks your clit softly, flicks his tongue, and then kisses the slick skin just beneath. He licks you through one long, quiet moan from your lips—his favorite sound.

Only when you’re dripping and whimpering his name like does he finally rise to his feet.

You barely feel him stand to undress himself, way too dazed, until his cock is dragging through your folds, nudging your entrance.

“You’re soaked,” he groans. “Even now…”

He slides into you with one long, slow thrust. “F-fuck…”

You gasp, cheek now pressed into to the wall as you glance at Kai behind you, the look in his eyes making your knees buckle. He wraps an arm around your waist, the other hand cupping your breast, keeping you standing and tight against him.

“I’ve got you,” he breathes into your shoulder. “I’ve always got you.”

The rhythm he sets is slow and deep. Every thrust pushes his apology further into you, every kiss on your neck making you shiver. Your fingers curl against the wall, body shaking under the weight of it all.

Your hand reaches back blindly, searching for his. He laces your fingers instantly, pressing them to your stomach, holding you even tighter.

“Don’t run from me,” he whispers. “I need to be close to you again.”

You whisper his name, and he falters. He pulls out only to guide you back to the bed, collapsing against the mattress and taking you with him.

You straddle his hips, legs shaking, as he lines himself up again. He doesn’t waste a second before guiding you back down, slowly filling you to the hilt once more.

You cry out, the stretch, the pressure—so full, and he was deeper than before. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you down onto him. He presses you flush to his chest.

“You don’t know what it’s like,” he murmurs into your skin. “Not being able to hold you.”

You roll your hips once, and he whines your name unexpectedly.

“Feels so fucking good,” he breathes. “Like this—god—don’t stop.”

You do it again. Again. And again. His hips lift to meet yours, cock fucking into you from beneath, harder with each thrust. The bed creaks under the rhythm of your bodies. Your moans grow louder with need as you match eachother’s pace.

“You drive me insane,” he groans, dragging his mouth along your shoulder, biting softly.

You whimper, head falling back. You hold youself up with your hands against his chest. “Don’t stop touching me.”

“Never,” Kai swears, one hand gripping your thigh, the other moving to your clit. The way he circles it makes your eyes roll back.

“I—” a soft sob emits from your throat. “I’m gonna—”

“Let me feel it,” he begs you. “Come on, baby. Cum for me.”

That's all it ever takes for you to cry out, entire body trembling, walls pulsing around him. He groans like he’s unraveling himself. “Fuck—fuck, I’m cumming—”

But Kai doesn’t stop. He moans into your neck, wanting to fuck into you even more. He was greedy. “Fuck, baby… again. Give me another.”

Your eyes flutter, head lolling slightly. “Kai—” Your voice is already weak. “I just—”

“I know,” he breathes, kissing your shoulder, rolling his hips faster again. “But I need it. Just one more. Please, baby.”

You gasp as he thrusts up again, the slick, overstimulated stretch of him dragging against your still-clenching walls. It makes you yelp.

“I just missed you too much,” he whispers, voice soft but intense. “Missed how pretty you sound for me."

His hand slides back down, fingers seeking your clit again. The touch is featherlight this time. You whimper his name over and over.

“I can’t—” you whisper, shuddering.

“Yes, you can,” he coos. “I’ve got you.”

You feel your body tipping again, sensitivity heightening with every movement of his fingers. He holds you there, one hand gripping your thigh, the other working you gently.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he whispers up at you. “So perfect. And so mine.”

Your orgasm hits harder than the last. You shake in his arms, thighs clamping around his hips, mouth falling open in a silent cry. He swallows every sound. Pulling you back down onto him, he can’t help but kiss your cheek, your temple, your jaw. And then he finally follows.

Kai’s hips stutter, cock twitching deep inside as he groans, hips barely moving as he empties into you, voice broken against your skin. “H-holy shit. I love you.”

You go limp in his arms. But Kai doesn’t even think about letting go.

He cups your jaw with one hand and turns your face so he can kiss you. The aftershocks ripple through both of you as he brushes his hands down your sides.

Eventually, you shift off him with a breathy sound. He pulls you in immediately, chest flush to your back like the night began, curling his body around yours. One hand splayed across your stomach, the other stroking your hip.

Your voice is raw when you whisper, “I really am sorry.”

He laughs into your hair, nose nuzzling behind your ear. “Don't worry. I shouldn't have said what I said."

He kisses the top of your head and exhales deeply. The weight he’s been carrying finally lifts. But there’s a pause when he stills behind you. He clears his throat before speaking again.

“But don’t ever treat me like that during a fight again,” he adds, voice playful but serious beneath it. “Next time, I won’t be so gentle.”

You let out a quiet laugh, reaching back to thread your fingers through his hair. “Deal.”

This time, when he pulls you even closer, you don’t hesitate. You just melt into him.

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[gyuubear]

AHHHHH OMG THIS WAS DELICIOUS (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

I LOVED EVERY SECOND <3333 💖

[softlycruel]

in need of a clingy boy, so needy and handsy. following me around like a lost puppy, always reaching out to grab my hand in public, always hugging my legs in private. always nuzzling his face on my thighs. always desperate to use his tongue, always eager to please me in whatever way he can. always close to me.

[lcb1313]

2015? that wasnt even that long ago. it was only... [doing the math] ohhh. ohhh..... oh dear...

[gyuubear]

2015 was literally yesterday shut up

[koqabear]

Hello, I’m Sol, and I am a proud daughter of immigrant parents. Today I come to you in hopes that you can stop and read this message. 

I have always dedicated this account to be a safe space for all; an escape from the busy world, and a chance to offer community. It’s easy to use these spaces as a way to tune out all the negativity that may go on in your daily lives, but with the way the world has become, there is no longer such a thing as a safe space. I refuse to let this account remain idle, knowing my platform and the potential reach— silence is complicity, and right now, it’s exactly what the government wants from us; to remain uneducated, to remain quiet in hopes that others will step up for us. 

It is urgent, now more than ever, that we use our voice— exercise our rights, to speak up and look after those who are unable to do so for themselves. ICE has been sent to raid Los Angeles, they are kidnapping people and deporting them without due process, using force against protestors who are bravely demanding change and letting their voices be heard. It is an inhumane act of violence and racism that is not only affecting the defenseless, but getting twisted in the media to turn civilians against each other. People are afraid to leave their homes, afraid to go to work, to send their children to school, in fear that they may never see each other again. Families are being ripped apart— tell me, is this something that you want to watch happen, standing idly in silence?

Now, you may be asking yourself, what can I do to help? First and foremost, educate yourself. Be aware of what is happening in the world, why it’s happening, and what others are doing to strive for change. Do not let this post be your only knowledge— do your research, stay updated. Second, there are many protests that are happening all around the world; look into them, see if there are any you can go to, let your voice be heard, and show your anger. There is currently a nationwide protest happening June 14th, with a website dedicated to it: nokings.org. Do not fall for the propaganda of good protestor vs. bad protestor. When our humanity is being stripped away from us, and our rights are ignored, why should we be expected to stay in place and beg on our knees for our government to listen? Third, spread awareness, donate to organizations that help our cause— I am currently looking into opening commissions, with many affordable options, in hopes that I can donate the proceeds to organizations such as CHIRLA, who are dedicated to advancing the rights of immigrants and refugees, and HEAL Palestine, an organization dedicated to providing health care, education and aid to children, because there is no such thing as justice until we are all free. The conflict and war crimes in Palestine continue and only worsen as time goes on; the situation is dire— they are without food, without homes, without access to medical help— and it is not something that will be forgotten, even as other crises arise. 

If you find yourself aggravated by anything I said, annoyed at seeing this post on your timeline,  unwilling to care or take action, unfollow me, and block me immediately. I do not want you here. Now is the time to speak up and educate ourselves in a world where our ignorance is profited off of, and we are all expected to turn against each other; You do not need to “be affected” to act. Do not be a bystander, and stay safe.

Thank you.

[heesmiles]

Hello, this is an important post not k-pop related.

I am american. I am a woman. and i am also hispanic. Loud and proud.

what is happening in america right now regarding ICE raids and now anti medically necessary abortions, is honestly and truly disgusting and heartbreaking. It is a form of abuse against humans as a whole. No longer are people able to strive to keep their families safe, no longer are woman allowed to medically eradicate a potentially hazardous pregnancy.

Our rights are being abolished. Families are being torn apart. This is wrong.

Now, i know this is just tumblr. A place a lot of people go to have a safe space and write their silly little fics but unfortunately things actively happening around the US are no longer able to be ignored or pushed aside. I advise you, as human beings to look into ways you can help families and woman struggling in america under trumps orders.

I am not a big account, i have just under 500 followers but i have seen absolutely no posts about this on my feed at all. Important topics such as these should be shared across every platform, not just twitter, tiktok, instagram. it should be shared wherever people are and i will not be silent on the topic.

if you support the acts trump has taken to tear families apart and create potentially dangerous situations to woman then please block me. Tumblr is a space i involve myself in and in no way shape or form do i want someone who thinks human rights are only reserved to white, republicans in my space. Block me.

Lastly, i will be linking some important resources to look into involving the raids and anti abortion laws. please, read them.

here. here. and here.

Thank you,

Rain.

[dionysiaproductions]

[boba-beom]

forgot I had this edit saved, I’m literally (s)creaminggggg

[gyuubear]

I wanna kiss his little tummy so bad it looks so soft :((((((

[bebx]

I love my fics fucked up and perverted. I can hide my own mental illness behind my words and the FBI won't be knocking down my door for what I do on AO3

[insomniamamma]

The anon button is not for hate. The anon button is for horny and embarrassed about it.

[miscling]

rb if you want people to be horny and embarrassed on anon in your inbox

[lailols]

Kai’s Pretty Girlfriend [5]: Take Your Time With Me (Please)

OT5 x reader, gyu focused, masterlist <3 [word count] Warnings: pleasure dom gyu, sub reader, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, body worship, slight breeding kink but also, protected sex (crowd boos/j),

Beomgyu wears his title as the group's resident romantic like the badge of honor it is. He grew up in a house with two loving parents who after so many years together still look at each other with such love and adoration he can't help but want the same for himself.

He's used to treasuring his partners, soaking in every moment as if it's the last time he'll ever see them. He knows it—he can be a bit much, but his mom always told him that the right person wouldn't mind. That he'd find someone who would love him in both his loudness and his silence, someone who would take all the love he pours out and return it tenfold. And, call him crazy, but he always knew that that person would be you.

He remembers walking into that coffee shop while mumbling the order to himself as if he would forget: two americanos, two caramel macchiatos, and something sweet (he wouldn't forget, he could probably order meals for an entire day for his members without asking them—their lives are already so intertwined that he can't remember what it was like before them). He remembers the K-pop song playing softly through the store (he knows now that it was Mist by Ateez, you always had it on loop). He remembers panicking for a moment, worried that you'd know who he was and react... oddly, even if they'd only debuted a year before. But that didn't happen.

What happened was him freezing the moment a cheery voice welcomed him in and asked for his order. His mind went blank and all he could focus on was you. He remembers asking you what your favorite drink was (something called a Honey Bee Latte) and ordering six of them. While you prepared the drinks, you asked him about his life and ranted about school as if you were none the wiser to his internal state (he remembers mentioning that he had four permanent roommates that he loved and wanted to be with forever). When you finished the drinks, he took one out of the carrier and gave it to you before bolting out (he remembers your light laugh and how he decided he'd come back soon to hear it again). He also remembers how his groupmates whined about not getting the right orders, but still thanked him and told him he wasn't going to be excluded from making the runs just because he got it wrong once (he got it wrong every time after that, too).

(In the three months that followed, he learned so much about you. How you moved here from America not too long ago and the lady that owns the place was a family friend without kids who needed someone to work the night shift. How you think she might want you to own the shop in the future and you were thinking of taking it just because you didn't know what to do with your life yet. In return, he told you about his time as a trainee and the uncertainty. How he thinks he doesn't deserve the life that was given to him so he'll work himself down to nothing to make sure he keeps it and gets more.)

He remembers how they finally got tired of getting the wrong drinks and sent Kai with him. He remembers the immediate connection between you two, how a flush spread across Kai's face, and how your eyes were constantly drawn to him. He had always been a romantic and who was he to stand in the way of something so beautiful? He remembers how he declared himself Kai's wingman and made it his mission to get him to confess. And the rest was history. His hunch was correct: real, true love flows between you and Kai. (He tries to forget the night two years later that he allowed himself to feel, to cry, and ask 'Why not me? Why not us?' But the silence of his room had no answer for him.)

He thought he'd left his indulgence in the past, but the new door you opened up for him has that monster stirring to life again. He spends the rest of the day in a daze until he books a hotel room for a night (it's actually for a week and under a different name, but semantics). He knows it's reckless and stupid and way too risky for a hookup, but it's really not, not to him. He resolves to give himself one more night. A night where he can pretend, just once that you're his and he's yours, and he can't do that on a twin bed in the room he shares with Soobin.

(Beomgyu checked in with Kai before, to make sure it was okay and he was met with a smile that made him feel like the younger one. He thinks the desperation in his eyes was obvious. The way he needs this. Kai merely ruffled his hair and said, 'Anything you want, Beomie.' And that was that.)

When they're leaving the next morning he presses the paper in your hand with the code to the room and a kiss to your lips (because he can do that now) whispering "Thursday. When you get off."

He spends the days leading in a blur until he's suddenly standing in the hotel room with a bottle of wine sitting on the table. He knows you don't get off until eight but he couldn't take staying in the dorm a second later, the nervousness and anticipation had him pacing his room.

He hears the keypad go off around 8:30 and turns just in time to see you enter the room. You're wearing an oversized sweater and some shorts. You flash him a sheepish smile as you make your way over to him.

"Sorry, I hope I didn't keep you waiting long. I had to stop home and shower."

"What if I wanted you sweaty?" He puts an arm around your waist to pull you into him and shoves his head to your shoulder to give you an exaggerated sniff as you let out that oh so familiar and beautiful laugh (the monster starts stirring again when he realizes that you're wearing a perfume he got you).

He pulls away and leads you to the table before pouring you both some wine and placing it in the fridge (just a bit, to take the nerves off). He asks you about your day and then sits back and sips as you immediately launch into a rant. He started off paying attention, he really did, but the longer you talk the more his gaze wanders.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Cause I really want to kiss you." His voice is laced with a desperation he can't even begin to attempt to hide. "Come here?" You jump out of your chair like it's on fire and climb into his lap.

"This okay?" You ask with a coy smile.

"Almost." He places his hands on your hips to pull you so you're chest to chest. But even that's not enough for him. He can still tell where his body ends and yours begins.

Beomgyu isn’t sure which of you leaned in first, but when your lips meet it’s magical. His hands work to map out the line of your body, passing over the curves of your breasts, the softness of your waist, the fullness of your hips before settling over your thighs.

He takes his time with his tracing when he gets there. Running his hands back and forth before squeezing the flesh. His hands continue to travel up and up until they reach the crevice where your thighs meet your butt. And no sooner than his hands finding a home in that curve does your impatience begin.

You were content to sit prettily and let Beomgyu do as he wants to your lips and body for a few minutes, but now you’re shifting in your spot on his lap. Your hips give hesitant rocks as you try to restrain yourself.

Beomgyu has half a mind to draw this out some more, see how long it would take for you to cry for him, but another part of him- a larger part of him wants to give you everything you want and more tonight. He has who knows how long to prod and push at your buttons to see which ones get what reactions, but for tonight he wants to treat you nicely. Honor your first time as if you were spending it in a different context.

When he pulls away, he makes sure to bite down gently on your bottom lip just to hear you gasp. "Bed?"

You blink your eyes open slowly. "Yeah. Yes."

He readjusts his grip on your hips before standing, making a show of stumbling just to hear your squeals and feel you grab onto him tighter. He can’t fight the chuckle that escapes him and you reward him with a hit to the back of his head that has him threatening to drop you, but you don’t flinch at his words (you both know he wouldn’t dare).

He places you down in the center of the bed before climbing on top of you. As soon as it's safe enough, you're rising up to meet his lips in another kiss. This one's tamer than the last, simply a press of your lips together before it devolves into Beomgyu kissing every inch of your skin he can reach. He makes sure to peck your lips every so often, so they don't get lonely (they never will again, if he has anything to say about it).

He starts trailing his kisses down to your neck to show some love to it too (he makes sure to leave a few marks just under your jaw, tilting your head one way and another). His hands trace a path to the end of your sweater, tugging on it once in question. At your nod, he's raising it over your head to take it off (he's glad it got stuck over your face because he couldn't help drinking in the sight of your body clad in a black lace bra).

He’s only able to tear his eyes off that sight when you start squirming and tell him to ‘stop staring.’ Fondness bubbles up in his chest and he can’t help but smile and bring his lips to yours again.

“You’re so beautiful.” He marks those words with another kiss before trailing them down to kiss the newly exposed skin.

“Do you like it?”

“Like it?” He scoffs and nips at your nipple through the fabric. “I love it.”

You card your fingers through his hair, but don’t pull him away. “I bought it just for you.” Your words cause a line of heat to travel through his body, and he can’t help but bring his head lower to where you need him most.

Though he's been doing it most of the night, he really can't help but make his trek down to your pussy slow. He has to show love to every inch of your body or he might die. He trails kisses down your stomach, making sure to leave a trail of marks in his wake (he has half a mind to mark a 'B' into your skin but he doesn't think the guys would like that).

He makes quick work of removing your shorts and panties. He allows himself a moment to just stare at you spread bare for him but your whines for him to either look away or do something get to him and he leans in to place a kiss on your mound and moving around to your thighs.

When he gets there he can’t help but take his time leaving as many kisses and marks as he can with his hands grasping the outside of your thighs to keep you spread open for him.

You let out a soft ‘oh’ when he slips his middle and ring fingers into you, that he shushes with gentle kisses to your thighs. He then start to work you open, stretching and spreading his fingers into you to carve out a space just for him. He’s happy he got to take his time here before, because now he can’t contain the excitement thrumming through his veins at the thought of finally being inside you.

He does make sure to tease you a bit though. Kai always talks about how he likes to spoil you and it shows in the way you buck your hips against his fingers and whine for him to ‘give me more, gyu.’

He responds by pressing his fingers up and asking in a sweet voice, “You want it here, baby?” You make such pretty noises for him at that, but he remembers where that spot that makes you let out even prettier noises is (he’s thought of it every day since the last time he had you, after all). “Or what about here?” He marks those words with a quick shift of his fingers into that spongy spot inside of you that has you hurtling over the edge before either of you can react.

“You look so pretty when you fall apart for me, baby.” Beomgyu lets out as he keeps thrusting his fingers into that sweet spot of yours. “Will you do it again?”

“No, no, Gyu.” You let out petulantly with a pout on your face. “I want you. Not your fingers.”

He gives you a pout of his own that is nothing but mocking with the way his eyes light up in glee. “Oh, but baby, I need to make sure you’re ready for me. I don’t want to break you.”

“I can take you. You won’t break me.” You huff and cross your arms even as your hips buck up to meet his still moving hand. “You give yourself too much credit.”

“Yeah? You think so, baby?” Beomgyu pulls his fingers out, just to add another and push them back into you slowly watching the way your breath hitches. “You can’t even take three of my fingers, let alone my cock.”

“I can. I can.” Your hands find their way to his biceps, squeezing them as you plead. “Give it to me. ‘m want it, Gyu.”

“Come for me again and I’ll give it to you.” His thumb rubs gentle circles on your clit and it’s enough to have your words turn into mindless babbles that serve no real purpose. Despite your complaining, it didn’t take long for him to work you over the edge again. He had half a mind to make you give him another but figured he could be nice to you just this once.

You let out a sweet whine when he pulls his fingers out of you, urging him to put something in you because you’re so empty. He shushes you with gentle kisses to your lips before he’s rising to take off his clothes, not forgetting to grab a condom. He relishes in the way your eyes take him in, raking over his body with a hunger he wants to see every day for the rest of his life.

He gets back into the bed and places himself in between your legs. Just to be a tease, he holds the corner of his mouth when he goes to open it. His trick works and it has your hands fumbling to be the one to work it over his cock. He lets out a sigh when you give a few pumps once the condom is rolled on as he falls over you with his elbows on either side of your head.

Beomgyu leans back onto his calves to line himself up but finds himself unable to choose where to focus. He doesn’t know if he should watch the way you take him (he just knows you’ll take him so well, he’ll fit so perfectly inside you) or your face when he finally gets inside you.

He doesn’t have much time to decide because you promptly begin whining for him to ‘do something, Gyu, please.’ He runs his hands along your thighs as he smirks down at you below him. “Don’t worry, baby.” He gives quick pinch to your thigh. “I’ll take care of you.”

He lines himself up and pushes inside while watching the way your face scrunches and smooths over at the sensation. He makes sure to pause about halfway because while he may not be as long as Kai is, he is thicker and he meant it when he said he didn’t want to break you.

Once you give him the green light to move, he falls down onto his elbows on either side of your head and lets you have it.

"Gyu, fast- go faster." Your legs circle around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer to your body, but he holds himself up on an elbow and lets out a scoff.

"Faster? Are you sure? You can't even handle this, baby." He punctuates his words with a hard thrust that has sparks flowing throughout your body.

"Oh. Oh, like that, Gyu. Please." He lets out a breathless laugh and smirks down at you.

"You see? You get so drunk on cock that you don't even know what you want."

"No, no I do!"

"Yeah? What do you want, baby?" He brings a hand up to wipe your tears. "Tell me, and I'll give it to you."

"Wanna come, Gyu. I wanna come."

"Well, then come. Come and I'll fill you up." He feels the way your walls clench around him at his words and he takes it in stride. "You'd like that, hm? Me filling you up and leaving you a pretty mess?"

"Yes, yes, please, wannit Gyu. 'm wannit so bad." He doesn't respond to your words, just plants his feet and drives his cock right back into that spot that had you seeing stars and watches you writhe in pleasure. "Kiss me."

He leans down and thrusts his tongue into your mouth, seemingly not in a state to kiss but still giving you what you want regardless. You pull away when you feel yourself being pushed over the edge and again Beomgyu watches the way you fall apart around him. He continues his movements to help you ride it out and goes to pull out but lets out a surprised yelp when your legs stay locked around him. You look at him with a glaze in your eyes and a smile filled with bliss.

"You look so pretty, Gyu." You bring your arms around his neck and pull him back down. "Fill me up? Please?" And Beomgyu is many things, but strong is not one of them when it comes to you. His thrusts lose their rhythm and he's truly just chasing his orgasm at this point.

"Fuck, baby." He looks at you. "You, hah, you really don't know what you do to me, do you?" You can't seem to find the words to respond to him, merely letting out sweet little ‘ahs’ that- call him crazy- he wants to hear all the time. Your pretty nails are scratching up his back and he hopes they leave marks that he can look at in the mirror later and press into to feel again. His eyes rake over your face and eventually settle on the new stream of tears flowing down it, no doubt from overstimulation, but you don’t complain or ask him to stop, you just take it for him. You're letting him use you to get off and that thought has him tumbling over the edge with your name on his lips.

He falls onto your chest entirely boneless and spends a few minutes catching his breath and listening to your heartbeat while your hands find his hair and brush through it in a mindless motion. When your heartbeats slow to steady thumps, he finds the will to move because as much as he wants to just fall asleep in your arms, a used condom isn't the most comfortable thing in the world.

He makes quick work of cleaning you up before doing the same to himself. He climbs back onto the bed and asks. "You okay? Anything hurt?"

"No, I'm okay." He watches the way you hesitate a bit before saying. "Hold me?"

"Of course. You're crazy if you think I'd do anything less." He settles down next to you and pulls you into his arms. He studies your face for a moment, making sure you're comfortable (and because he just likes looking at you). "Thank you." The words escape him before he can even think of stopping them. He watches the way your face scrunched up in displeasure before you respond.

"Don't thank me for this, Gyu. This is something we're doing together, not a favor."

"No, I know it's just-" He cuts himself off while shaking his head trying to find the words. "You're just..."

"Amazing? Yeah, I know." You joke, cuddling into him more.

"Yeah." He smiles down at you. "You really are."

Soooo, what do we think? I had a different idea in mind when starting but Gyu's loser lover boy spirit took control of my body. Did all the words in parenthesis bother you or is it fine? I personally like them, but I'm always open to feedback! Also one of you absolutely gagged me by getting them all right, but I guess I'm too predictable. If you see any mistakes, no you didn’t!

Addressing the elephant in the room, it has been two years since I updated this. That was not the plan😭😭😭 idk what happened, it’s like I blinked and it was march (and now it’s April😭) (And now it’s MAY😭😭). In other other news, this fic will not be abandoned but I am a slow updater so take that with a grain of salt. I want to do a taglist but I’m not sure how they work so if someone explains, you can send me a message to be added and I’ll add you!

How do you think your tango with the other guys will go?

[gyuubear]

OMG I LOVEEEEEEE (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

[delugyu]

best friend hueningkai who likes to keep you on his lap and kiss your neck

still thinking about the kai pepero game…

(wc: 2k / warnings: lots of kissing and making out, grinding, cumming in pants, they’re both pathetic and desperate lmao)

kai has always been a touchy person. you only let him get away with as much as he does because you don’t want to hurt his soft heart, but sometimes you wish you had the guts to. it’s not that his clinginess makes you uncomfortable, because it certainly doesn’t—it’s just that sometimes, he doesn’t realize how intimate he’s getting.

when kai asked for a movie night with you, you expected the cuddling. you expected the way he’d pull you into his lap and keep his arms wrapped around you. you even expected the occasional peck of his soft lips against your skin, but you weren’t prepared for his kisses to land on your neck instead of your cheek. it surprises you, but it’s innocent enough to ignore for a while. he doesn’t linger very long, just planting a few small kisses along your pulse point.

you’re able to calm down after a minute, adjusting to your best friend’s newfound interest in your neck. he keeps his head rested against your shoulder, the warm skin of his cheek heating you up. he’s calm and quiet every time he speaks up, making one-off comments about the movie that you only respond to sometimes. with him leaning on you like this, you can feel the vibrations from his voice rumbling against you.

you start dozing off at some point, too relaxed to bother keeping your eyes open, letting your body go lax against kai’s. the slow rhythm of his hands drawing up and down your body helps you drift off; his innocent, soft touches have always comforted you.

“you tired?” he asks, voice low. he entertains himself with the soft skin of your thigh, gently grazing his fingers against it. it sends a shiver down your spine.

“yeah,” you answer, and even you can hear the slow, sleepy lilt in your response. you feel kai’s lips pull into a small smile before he’s pecking your shoulder carefully.

“do you want me to take you to bed?”

you hum, considering his offer, but you don’t feel like moving around. the second you hit your mattress, you’ll probably lose all your drowsiness. “no, i’m comfortable,” you say.

kai giggles, “okay.” he places his hands on your waist and maneuvers you until you’re facing him instead of the television. it’s easy to move you around when you’re so relaxed, just letting him do whatever he wants. you blink at him slowly, taking in his soft features under the dim lights. he looks angelic. you think you tell him that, but you’re only half-awake and can’t really think well.

he brings his face back into your neck, nosing up the column of your throat languidly. a hand on your thigh gently urges you closer, pressing you further into him until you’re chest-to-chest. he keeps his head buried against you, and his affection nearly drowns you. in your sleepy daze, you accept his actions happily, feeling nothing but cherished by your best friend.

the moment builds up so slowly that it barely hits you when he places a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your skin, right under your jaw. the heat of his mouth feels like heaven against you, and you can’t bring yourself to push him away, too comfortable and content to deny his touches. he drags his lips a little further down, sucking lightly against your neck, taking just a small taste of you.

there’s a heat building inside you now, a growing need that you only register when it’s too late. you’re too far into the moment, too entranced by the feeling to pull away. you let him do as he pleases with your pliant body, indulging in the slow, firm drag of his hands over your sides and the glide of his warm tongue against your flesh.

he kisses all over your skin like he needs to keep you warm, humming pleasantly as he brings his mouth to your shoulder. his fingers dip ever so slightly under your shirt, resting on your bare skin, a faint tickle against your waist. his teeth just barely scrape against your skin, and a tiny mewl slips out of you before you can think about controlling yourself.

he pulls his lips off you after that, face flushing red like he’s the one who made the embarrassing noise. cool air hits the saliva trail kai left on your neck, and suddenly you’re missing the heat of his mouth. your stomach’s still twisted up in knots, all worked up from kai’s relentless attention.

“i’m sorry,” he finally says, hands slipping out from under your shirt. his touch lands on your upper thighs instead, just below your hips. you try hard to push down the arousal that pools in your gut, fearing the possibility of making a fool of yourself even more than you already have.

“it’s okay,” you reply meekly. you can’t tell if the silence that fills the room is tense because it’s awkward or because everything feels so intimate. you have to put in a conscious effort to not let your hips buck against his, still perched on his lap. it’s only now that you realize how hard kai’s gotten beneath you, a prominent tent in his pants. you ignore it for both his sake and your own.

“w-we should stop,” he stutters out, loosening the hold he has on you like he’s ready to let you go. you tighten your legs around his, not wanting him to pry you off. this is stupid, and you know you should just go to bed, but you fear what will happen when you finally let the moment fall.

“yeah…” you agree quietly, even though your actions don’t match your words. you stay right where you are, and your eyes betray you when they dart down to his lips. they’re pink and coated with his saliva, and it doesn’t help you simmer down at all. you only feel more restless. his hands find your hips, holding you still against him. it seems like neither of you are willing to pull away.

his gaze flits behind you for a moment. “the movie’s over,” he says.

you hum and nod. it’s quiet for a few seconds as you think of what to say to fill the silence. “it was pretty good,” you say, making boring, meaningless conversation. you’re not thinking about the movie at all.

“yeah, it was,” he agrees. it’s almost like you can see the restraint he’s summoning upon himself to not pounce on you.

nothing seems to dissipate the tension in the air. you’re stuck staring at each other, and it’s like you’re both waiting for the other to make a move. his hands drift a little lower, sprawling out on your thighs. his large palms engulf your flesh so easily. you gulp.

your hands ease themselves onto kai’s chest, ignoring how firm and strong he feels under you. you only put your hands there to ground yourself. you’re only doing this to keep yourself sane. that’s what you’re telling yourself, at least.

“you got anything to do tomorrow?” you ask, voice shaky as you try to keep your tone casual. his fingertips inch up your thighs to breach into your shorts, slight enough to not need to mention it.

“no,” he answers a little breathlessly. your hands trail up until they’re resting around his neck. it would be easy to pull him in for a kiss like this, but you don’t think about that.

“me either,” you say, whispering now. you feel your heart pounding in your chest. there’s a pulse in your core, too, but you promised yourself you’d ignore that. you barely feel able to breathe.

kai’s eyes fall to your lips. you take the opportunity to let your gaze fall to his own, admiring the rosy swell once again. his hands tighten against you in a way that’s barely noticeable, but since you’re so attuned to every little thing happening, you catch it easily.

you find each other’s eyes again at the same time, and mercy finds you both then—you pull into each other hungrily, lips colliding like you can’t bear another second apart. he moans into your mouth, working against you like he needs to swallow you whole. you’re just as desperate as him, hands scrunching up into the fabric of his shirt as you push your tongue into his mouth.

he doesn’t part for a second, not daring to let up on his kiss, and you let him consume you completely. your mind is spinning, and all you can think about is how incredible his mouth is. he kisses like that’s what he was put on earth to do, diving into your mouth like he needs to taste you to survive.

you whine when his palm meets your clothed center, rubbing against your cunt like he knows how hard you’ve been holding back. you grind against his hand unabashedly, possessed by the need to sink into the pleasure he gives you. your hand travels down his torso until you’re palming the bulge in his pants. you work your hand over him in the same rhythm he rubs his fingers against you, calculated and needy.

you’re panting into his mouth now, leaving it wide open for him to swirl his tongue into. your legs clamp around his hand, feeling yourself nearing your peak, and you can’t stop whimpering and moaning. you feel pathetic, you feel like some bitch in heat, but kai seems to absolutely love it.

he pulls away from your mouth to praise you, “pretty. pretty girl. fuck, i really want you.”

you’re entranced by how swollen his lips have become, looking all the more sinful, making your cunt gush pathetically. your stomach tenses up, orgasm approaching quickly, and kai bucks his hips up into your hand. he seems to be getting close too.

“kai, need to cum, please, need it,” you moan, and he doesn’t let up on his rhythm against your core. you almost feel like crying. you can taste your high as it approaches, chasing it by grinding your hips against him faster.

“yeah, let go, cum for me,” he says, sounding just as broken and pathetic as you. your climax hits you like sweet relief, leaving you crying out as kai helps you make a mess of your panties. you feels kai’s dick twitch beneath your palm as you ride out your high, and you jerk your hand over him greedily until he’s spent and spilling his load into his pants. he throws his head back with a deep moan, thrusting up against you until he’s coming back down.

you’re exhausted, sinking against him and leaning into his chest. you don’t even have the energy to talk about the line you just crossed with him. he doesn’t speak up either, only running his hand down your back as he catches his breath.

a few minutes pass, and you think he might be asleep. the rise and fall of his chest is steady, and it almost lulls you into slumber as well. you’d be perfectly content laying in his arms and resting here, but you feel too gross and sweaty to stay. you let a few peaceful minutes pass before slowly prying yourself from kai’s hold—not without his sleepy refusals to let you go—and head off to go shower.

you don’t know if you should go back to the couch with him, or if you should lay in bed and give yourselves some space. you stay in the shower longer than you need to, not wanting to make any decisions that’s going to alter the course of your friendship with kai. you groan; you should’ve thought of that before hooking up with him. you lean your head against the shower wall, shutting your eyes tight. rationality only comes to you at the worst times.

at least you got off. at least he was nice. at least you won’t have to wonder what kai’s lips taste like anymore.

[gyuubear]

SO GOOD OH MY GOD