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Status: Working on an alternate ending to "I need you to kiss me." If it doesn't work out I'll post the one I've already written.
When you play games with Xiumin and have some fun with makeup
Fluff
You groan as you put your head down. “This can’t be, you’re cheating, aren’t you?”
Xiumin laughs. “No, you’re just terrible at this.”
“How can I be terrible at a game of luck? The chances of me winning are literally 50-50. I mean, how is it possible to lose eight times in a row?”
You look up, dejected and sad, which earns another laugh from your boyfriend.
He looks nice. Fresh and clean, if you disregard the unusually accentuated eyebrows, which look even more eye-catching with his forehead showing. On the other hand you don’t look much better. Your face looking like a crisis hit you that morning. A terrible makeup crisis.
“Do you want to change games?” he says with traces of laughter still in his voice.
“Yes,” you mutter begrudgingly.
You switch to Uno, and when Xiumin eyes you before hesitantly saying yellow, you throw your last card down with all your might and give your celebratory shout.
“Finally, my time has come!” you rejoice as you jump on top of him, pushing him to the floor in the process.
“--ah!” he yells in surprise. You straddle him while holding a small brush in your hand. “Close your eyes,” you order and lean down with a smile that veers on the side of frighteningly gleeful.
Xiumin doesn’t know whether to laugh or wrestle you to the floor and make his escape. He closes his eyes and instead focuses on his other senses, like the smell of your shampoo when you come close, your gentle touch and the thoughts that you absent-mindedly mumble under your breath.
"Make my eyes pop,” he says and rests his hands against the sides of your thighs.
You snicker as you dab a lilac color onto his eyes. Initially, your plan is to paint his eyes in a strong, eye-catching color but it doesn’t take much before you’ve switched aims to painting the masterpiece of the century.
He hums a tune as he waits for you to finish, lightly tapping his fingers against your legs.
A few minutes pass and Xiumin asks you about the progress.
“Almost done. Open your eyes,” You say and you steady his face with both your hands to properly assess the results.
Xiumin’s eyes are probably the most mesmerizing part of him. They have a beautiful, distinct shape and occasionally when he stares straight into your eyes, like now, you completely lose your train of thought.
Briefly, his eyes fall down to your lips and when his gaze returns you’re already leaning in. His hands find their way onto your back as your lips meet. When you break apart and you back away far enough that the light hits your face again, he suddenly laughs.
“What?”
He puts his hands over his mouth to mask the laughter, “I did such a terrible job with your makeup.”
You hold back a smile and then shake your head in disapproval. “You should see what I did.” You reach over for the mirror, “This is the work of a loving partner,” you say as you hold the mirror up for him to see his reflection, “and not this!” You gesture to the disaster that is your face.
To his surprise the results are nothing like what he expected. “Wow! You really did make my eyes pop.” He sits up and grabs the mirror to further inspect your work. “And you added shimmer!” he exclaims.
The sound of the door unlocking wipes away the smiles off your faces and in an instant both of you sprint towards the safety of Xiumin’s room, hands covering your faces as you zoom past the entrance.
“Was that... --ah and Xiumin?”
“Tell me they weren’t doing it in the living room just because the house was empty.”
“No they were clothed... but who knows.”
“We can hear you!” Xiumin yells, his ears red.
“That was our intention!” Chen shouts back.
“Why did we run into your room?” you whisper. “There’s no water or makeup remover in here!” After a brief pause you continue, “You should go out. Look at what you’ve done to my face. I, on the other hand, did your eye makeup beautifully.”
“Sure, but what about this?” He points to his eyebrows and one corner of his mouth goes up as he whispers, “My seaweed eyebrows? They’re thicker than my finger.” When he holds up his index finger to his eyebrow to illustrate you have to hold your hand to your mouth to suppress the laughter.
The two of you stare at each other.
“The loser has to go out.”
---
The door to Xiumin’s room opens and the guys turn their head.
He really went all out with the punishment.
Your eyebrows are thick and dark, which in itself isn’t a problem, but with the way Xiumin has filled them in, it doesn’t exactly look flattering. Your eyes are adorned by a bright green eyeshadow and your cheeks a vibrant orange color painted on a little too frivolously. The combination creates a flurry of impressions and the guys don’t quite know which part of your face to settle their eyes on to keep the laughter at bay.
The first one to break is Kai who does the mistake of looking into your eyes. Like a spell coming undone the rest follow suit and your face immediately goes from warm to boiling hot.
Meanwhile Xiumin basks in the joy of having won the one time it truly mattered. Happiness is, however, short-lived he realizes when there’s a rumbling sound of footsteps quickly moving towards his room.
This isn’t meant to police anyone, i know it sounds that way and i should’ve changed that before i posted but I’m not changing it now. Smut writers can do whatever they want, I’m just saying that it’d be cool to see different smuts as a lot of what i see on my dash in aggressive smut. And yes, i just skip past it, but i find myself skipping more and more whenever i log on.
The main thing I’m trying to say is that i wish there was more variety. Not trying to police smut writers.
——
I feel like 95% of smut lately has been super dominant smut with lots of degrading and calling women “sluts” and “whores”. While this is all well and good there needs to be more variety. There are 16 year olds reading smut (they shouldn’t but they are, hell even I did) and are gonna think that this is what all sex is. That men need to be aggressive and put women down in order to feel sexual pleasure, that violence in bed is the only good type of sex (not that it isn’t good, but it only makes up like 1% of sexual experiences).
I just think smut writers need to have more different types of sex than just the scenarios where women are degraded aggressively.
Supernatural AU! In which you accidentally establish a link between you and Kai, causing him to become dependent on your kisses for survival.
Fluuuuuuuff
Parts:
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |
Things are getting weirder and more intimate by the second, but you push those thoughts aside for the moment as you lean down and put your lips to the mark on Kai’s chest.
----
There is a reason Sehun decides to walk away as you kiss the mark. You assume that it has to do with the mark being sacred and that maybe the whole thing is viewed as a sacred ritual.
You’re correct in assuming it’s a sacred ritual, but that’s just a technicality. The real reason is that due to the mark being the strongest connection between two people it does, in some cases, induce very strong reactions.
At least Sehun discreetely throws his jumper over Kai before leaving the room. That will mask any reaction of Kai’s, if only temporarily.
Thankfully, there are no surprises and Sehun only returns when he hears your celebratory yell.
“Your eyes are back to normal!”
“Sehun, --ah. Thanks.” Kai sits up and is surprised when you throw yourself at him.
You quickly realize your mistake as you let go and see green paste smeared on your shirt.
“Oh, crap.” Kai looks down at his chest.
“Do you want to borrow the shower?” you ask.
“Paper towels are fine, it’s late. We should get going.”
You nod and decide that despite finding out about a lot of things during the past hour, an explanation to it isn’t necessary at the moment.
Kai wipes himself clean as you and Sehun stare in silence. “My sweater...” He says and grabs the flimsy pieces hanging by his sides.
“Look at it from the bright side, I gave you a new a cardigan!” Sehun laughs.
“It’s certainly a clean cut but maybe if you hadn’t cut it diagonally that actually would’ve worked.”
---
Before they leave, you dig through your closet to find the biggest jumper you have. You’re not about to let Kai go home shirtless wearing only a coat in this chilly weather.
Kai pulls the jumper on and it’s no surprise that it doesn’t fit when you’re so much smaller. It covers 3/4 of his arm and ends a bit below his belly button.
“You’re smaller than you appear to be,” Kai says as he tries to move in his ridiculously tight attire.
“That’s my biggest jumper you’re wearing.”
Sehun laughs.
---
Kai’s back to normal on Monday morning.
You catch him and Sehun around lunch time and after chit-chatting for a while, he invites you to lunch.
His invitation takes you by surprise but you accept the offer with the thought that it’ll be a good opportunity to clear up a few questions.
The three of you decide to visit a restaurant near the university, luckily you arrive right before the lunch rush but it doesn’t take long before the whole place is filled. There are enough loud noises and conversations going on around you that you’re certain no one’s listening in on you and after each one of you make your order, you immediately jump into questioning.
“Kai.” You fix your eyes on him. “Tell me what happens if you don’t.... you-know-what for too long.”
He almost chokes on his drink.
Sehun laughs and then says, “He gets very frustrated.” And Kai responds by elbowing his friend in the ribs.
“Don’t listen to him, --ah. Well, you already know my eyes shift the longer I go without...” He nods pointedly.
“You were looking pretty terrible last night and then all of a sudden you were fine.”
“Yeah, I know. Don’t freak out, --ah. But... when we abstain for too long, we get physically ill. We experience soreness, ache, pain and a general lack of energy. And then at some point the kisses don’t cut it anymore. Which is why you had to...” His voice trails off as he points to the mark on his chest.
“Speaking of that, what was that weird ritual thing we did?” You turn to Sehun who’s been gleefully watching his friend.
His expression is back to neutral as he speaks to you. “The herb I gave you is used a lot in our community. It helps guide energy which is why I had you digest some of it and why I had to paint it on his body.”
“Are there any side effects on my part?”
“Not that I know of,” Sehun replies.
You turn back to Kai. “What would’ve happened if we had been too late?”
Both Kai and Sehun tense up at your question.
“It would’ve been much more difficult to resolve the situation.” Kai takes a brief pause as he thinks of how to put things as to not frighten you.
Sensing the sudden change in the atmosphere you carefully ask, “Would you have... died?”
“Not... immediately. The first thing that goes is our vision. If our eyes turn completely black there’s only a matter of time before we become completely blind.”
“And then?”
“After the first signs of physical weakness appears there’s a certain window of time where a kiss on the mark will bring us back to our normal state. If we pass that state it takes notably longer and more effort to regain our power.”
“But it’s not a lost cause?”
Here comes the part that Kai isn’t particularly keen on telling you. “No. But, almost all of our people who fall into a prolonged state of physical weakness don’t pass away naturally. They’re killed.”
“What? By who?”
“People like us are not exactly normal and well, there’s a black market for everything. Including us.”
You stay silent for a long time, processing all the things you’ve found out. “So, for whoever is out to get you, the easiest way would be to take out the partner first.”
Kai hesitates a bit before saying yes. When he sees the slightly distressed look on your face his hand automatically goes to yours. “Yes, technically, that’d be the easiest way. But it’s practically impossible to discern us from normal people.
And I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.” He surprises himself with his last sentence and when you look him in the eyes he realizes there might be something more behind his own words.
The rest of your meal is quiet. Your brain buzzing with the new information. But after your conversation you become mindful not to stay away from Kai for prolonged periods.
---
It’s Tuesday morning. You stand inside the warm building waiting for Kai. For once you actually arrive before him. It doesn’t take long before you spot him in the distance, you know it’s him as no one else comes to the school this early.
It takes a long time for him to walk the distance due to the icy roads. When he’s almost outside you step outside and the two of you walk to the secluded teacher’s parking lot where practically no students pass by unless they go out of their way.
Kai takes baby steps fearing he might slip. You offer your hand for support, which makes him laugh but he takes your hand anyways. Ironically, you’re the one who ends up slipping, luckily Kai catches you in his arms before you injure yourself.
“Thanks,” you say and expect him to let go, but he doesn’t move. You begin to say you should move over to the wall so that you won’t be seen but Kai cuts you off by suddenly putting his lips to yours.
Supernatural AU! In which you accidentally establish a link between you and Kai, causing him to become dependent on your kisses for survival.
Fluuuuuuuff
Parts:
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |
During the weekends you only meet up once. Kai usually stops by on Saturday on Sunday, depending on your schedule. It’s a bit of a hassle having to get ready and dressed on days when you really don’t want to go out but have to just to help him out. To make things less burdensome for you Kai offers to meet up at your place.
The arrangement between the two of you work out perfectly. Although the other tenants in your apartment complex have begun to notice the frequent appearance of the handsome young man. It seems as if he never stays more than a few minutes and they speculate about the nature of your relationship.
After three weeks of seeing Kai walking in and out of the building, most often wearing sunglasses, rumor begins to circulate.
He might be gang member!
Drug dealer!
What if he’s extorting the student?
He’s wearing sunglasses to hide his identity!
On one Saturday afternoon as Kai once again steps inside the building he’s approached by the security guard. The guard interrogates him and only becomes more suspicious when Kai refuses to remove his sunglasses. Kai tries to convince the security guard that he isn’t participating in criminal activities and that he actually knows you.
After receiving the call from the reception you come down to the security guard’s office. Inwardly you’re panicking but outwardly you’re wearing a cross expression.
Kai doesn’t really understand why.
---
“Miss, the reason I called you down here is that there have been rumors about the relationship between the two of you. Normally it’s none of our business but there are rumors going around of criminal activities and I called you to hear if you could explain this.”
“I’m terribly sorry for the inconvenience we’ve caused. First of all, he’s my boyfriend.”
It’s a good thing Kai’s wearing sunglasses, because it masks his surprised expression.
“We had a big fight a few weeks ago and ever since he’s been coming over here to apologize.”
Oh, so that’s why she was looking so mad.
“There’s really nothing shady going on, I’ve just not been very keen on speaking to him.”
---
Once back at your apartment the two of you let out a sigh of relief.
“I guess, you better stay here for a while so they don’t get suspicious.”
And so, that is how Kai begins to spend more time at your place.
---
One weekend in early December you go out of town and decide to meet up with Kai on Sunday afternoon. Usually when you meet up on Sundays, it’s normally before noon as Kai begins to feel a slight soreness and ache in his body if he goes longer without contact with you. It’s bearable, but rather inconvenient.
By Sunday afternoon he steps into the building with his sunglasses on. His eyes now occupied by a blackness that covers half his eye. Outside there’s heavy snowfall and Kai leaves a trail of melted snow behind him as he walks up to your apartment.
There’s no answer when he rings the door bell. He presses the bell two more times before finally calling your cell.
“--ah, I’m outside your place, could you open?”
“Kai? You didn’t receive my text message?”
“What message?” He hears your curse on the other side of the phone.
“I don’t know what the weather’s like back home but the snow’s falling like crazy. We had to stop because I couldn’t see more than a few feet in front of me. We’ll be back on the road as soon as the snowfall clears up a bit. Will you be fine?”
Kai nervously rubs his neck. Should he tell you about the other side effects of going no contact with you for too long? For fear of putting additional stress on you, on top of having to drive in such a conditions, Kai stays quiet.
“I know it’s inconvenient to have your eyes become black but please hold out for a while, okay?”
“When do you think you’ll be home?”
“We’re still a 2-hour drive away, I’ll text you once we’re back on the road.”
---
“Kai!” You exclaim as you come out the elevator and spot him. Even from a distance it’s apparent he’s feeling unwell. He’s standing slightly hunched and when you come close you notice the perspiration. “Are you okay?” you ask, with worry in your voice “Did you come here despite feeling ill? You could’ve told me to come by your place instead!”
You unlock the door with lightening speed and usher him down onto the cushioned stool in your hallway.
Without another word exchanged you grab his face and firmly plant your lips onto his. Kai’s hands find their way onto you, one tangled in your hair and the other gently placed against your cheek.
For a long time you remain in that position, with your lips locked and the front door wide open for the world to see. You stay like that until Kai finally lets go of you. And it’s not because he’s feeling better but because he realizes he’s not.
You remove his sunglasses and only now see that his eyes look even worse than the first time you saw them like this. “Kai, your eyes, they’re not changing back.” It’s beginning to dawn on you that maybe there’s a connection between Kai’s physical state and his eyes.
“I figured.” His reply comes out as a weak whisper. Although he’s not perspiring as much it’s obvious Kai’s is still in pain. He leans back against the wall with his eyes closed. “Please call Sehun and tell him to come here immediately.”
“W-what, why?”
Calmly and quietly he says, “I’m not getting better and I need his help.” He doesn’t have the energy to elaborate any further and you don’t pester him either.
----
Sehun’s quick to respond and while you wait for his arrival Kai only seems to get progressively worse. He lies on your bed, hair damp with sweat. You don’t know what to do other than put your lips to his because it seems to ease his pain at least.
The doorbell finally rings and Sehun comes barging in, throwing his shoes in the air as he does.
He points at you and tells you to listen and do as he says as quickly as possible. “You need to digest half of this.” He holds up a bouquet of green herbs. “We need to cut it up and mix it with water. Follow me.”
He enters the kitchen with you in tow. “Cut this up and mix it with water, we’re going to make it into a paste.”
You do as you’re told but Sehun doesn’t even bother grabbing a knife or a pair of scissors, he just starts tearing the herb with his bare hands. The two of you are back by Kai’s side in no time and you throw half the paste down and swallow it with one gulp before you’re even able to register the bitter taste.
“Where’s his mark?” Sehun asks.
“Mark? What mark?”
“Kai, where’s the mark?” Sehun shakes his friend’s shoulders but doesn’t get anything other than unintelligible mumbling.
“There should be a physical mark on his body somewhere. We need to know exactly where the mark is in order to direct the energy.” He begins rolling up Kai’s sleeves and you do the same.
“What does the mark look like?”
“It’s just a circle. You’ll know it when you see it.”
The two of you scan Kai’s arms, his feet, neck and all the other easily accessible places. You’re only halfway through when you realize Sehun has been continuously asking you to check his side as well for the mark.
“Sehun, you can’t see the mark?”
“No. The mark is sacred. It’s not something an outsider is able to see.”
Kai suddenly speaks up, startling the two of you. He places his hand on his left chest. “It’s here.”
Both you and Sehun immediately hover over him. “On your chest?” Sehun spares no time in waiting for Kai’s confirmation and cuts open his sweater in an instant.
And there on Kai’s left chest you see it. Two circles, one contained within the other. “Is it supposed to look like scar tissue?” you ask. When Sehun had said “mark” you had imagined it to be more like a tattoo.
Sehun gives you an affirmative answer and is quick to use what’s left of the paste to draw lines and shapes onto Kai’s upper body.
When your neighbor, Kai, comes over and unknowingly takes the wrong remote control.
First (and most likely last) smut ever.
You open the bathroom door and step out in a T-shirt and your new, fun underwear, with your wet hair wrapped in a towel. Steam trails in your wake and you take a stance before the mirror, admiring your body as you dry your hair.
Today you’re feeling particularly excited and not because the weekend has come, that’s only a small part of the reason, no, the real reason is the package that arrived earlier during the week. You’ve been looking forward to trying it all week, which is also why you’ve been working hard to finish school assignments to be able to take Friday night off guilt-free.
As you blow-dry your hair the doorbell suddenly rings.
You check the peeping hole to see your neighbor standing outside.
“—ah!” Kai rings the bell again.
“Wait a second!” you yell as you quickly put on a pair of jeans and unlock the door.
Kai’s been your neighbor for two years now, the two of you take the same classes and get along surprisingly well despite not having a lot in common. It’s not unusual for him to pop by unannounced, you don’t really mind as he usually just comes over for the company.
You quickly go through possible excuses to shoo him away, unfortunately not only are you classmates and neighbors, you’re also study buddies. Kai knows with certainty you’ve finished most of your assignments and that your schedule is open so there’s no use in lying. You reluctantly open the door and Kai steps inside. Silently you vow to be less vocal about your schedule in the future.
“I’ve got things to do, so I can’t really hang out with you,” you say, hoping it’ll deter him from staying but you know it’s a futile attempt even before Kai replies.
He holds up the book in his hand. “That’s alright, I’ll just listen to music and read until you’re done.”
You sigh. Might as well get some cleaning done then. The laundry has been piling up, you were gonna put it off until Sunday, but there’s no harm in starting early.
He plops down onto your couch but is up almost immediately as he spots your newly-bought speaker. “Is this new?” he shouts.
“Yes!” you yell back from the bathroom, assuming he’s talking about the speaker.
Kai takes a seat on the floor with the speaker in his lap. The two of you hang out often enough that you’ve basically granted each other full access to the other’s apartment. Neither of you normally ask for permission but since it’s brand-new Kai explicitly asks if he can test your speaker and you give him the okay.
The remote control lies at arm’s length away, under the coffee table. Kai takes it in his hand and notes it has a slightly unconventional design. Instead of minus and plus signs, there are numbers.
Since you don’t own a TV he concludes it’s the correct one. It takes less than 15 seconds for him set up his phone to the speaker, turn the speaker on and play the music on his phone.
Kai holds his breath, listening for the music, but it’s silent. “That’s odd.” He raises the volume to the lowest setting, not wanting to startle you by suddenly blasting music too loudly.
Unbeknownst to Kai, the remote control he’s holding in his hand doesn’t belong to the speakers but to the package you received earlier that week. The very package you’ve been eager to try out. The one you're wearing right now.
You’re in the middle of putting your laundry into the washing machine when the vibrations kick in. It takes you off guard and you yelp and drop the laundry basket. Fortunately, it’s far enough from the living room that Kai doesn’t hear anything, but you’re hit with cold sweat as you realize Kai has grabbed the wrong remote.
You try to yell that he’s taken the wrong remote but get interrupted when the vibration suddenly gets more intense as Kai naively ups the strength, thinking he’s raising the volume.
“Kai, wait—” you have to put your hand over your mouth as a loud moan almost slips out. Your whole body squirms and you instinctively press your thighs together to make the vibrations less intense, but it has little effect.
Meanwhile Kai holds the speaker to his ears. “Is it broken?” he murmurs. The remote is blinking in his hand so he knows it’s not out of batteries. Frustrated, he skips number four and presses five and what follows is a loud yell from the bathroom that alarms him and he gets up to check on you.
You can’t keep your voice steady long enough to tell Kai to turn it off. I have to get these off. You pray that he stays away long enough for you to get the underwear off and close the bathroom door. Normally you’re a quick dresser but the intense pleasure has you moving slowly as you find some angles hits you right in the spot, which in any other situation would’ve been wonderful but at this moment you’re simply trying to avoid anything that might send you over the edge. Unfortunately, you don’t get further than unbuttoning your jeans.
As Kai gets closer to the bathroom, he can hear you making noises. Is she... moaning? The sudden thought makes his heart jump up his throat.
When you unbuttoned your jeans, you had to use both hands, which meant nothing was helping you muffle your moans other than sheer willpower. And judging by Kai's reaction, there wasn't a lot of willpower there.
“—ah, is everything okay?” He peers into the bathroom to see you on your knees, hunched over. In a second he’s by your side checking on you. “What’s the matter?”
“Turn. It. Off.” Your voice is short and strained.
“Turn what off?” he asks.
“You. Took. Wrong. Remote!” The last word comes out raw with pleasure and the embarrassment almost kills you, because you know he notices that. Notices everything. The ragged breathing, the buzzing, and the way your body squirms. Just hold back a bit longer. Don’t give in. You feel like you’ve jumped onto the express train with a one-stop destination that’s coming fast unless Kai turns it off.
It is only when you say those words that Kai finally connects the dots, the way your hands are pressed against your crotch to prevent him from hearing the buzzing and the whimpers, which he now realizes are your attempts at holding back the moans. “Oh, god,” he whispers as he feels his face heat up. He gets up and rushes to the living room where he presses the off-button just in time.
Your heart’s pounding so loudly you can hear it in your ears. Not having recovered from the surprise session you remain in the exact same position on the bathroom floor. Relief washing over you, but also a sense of disappointment. And a feeling of depravation that almost consumes you.
Kai appears by the door with half his body hidden to keep his own arousal unseen. “I… turned it off,” he says in a low voice and then after a long pause adds, “That was… so fucking hot.”
You actually look up in surprise at his confession. The expression alone is enough to make him swallow hard and Kai etches the image of your flushed, face that’s wearing an expression he can only describe as desperate for release, into his memory.
For a moment it’s completely silent as the two of you stare at each other. Kai can feel his pulse speed up by the second.
“Please let me turn it back on,” he pleads and your heart jumps.
Having stopped so close to the edge the ache you’re experiencing is unlike anything you’ve felt before. You never wanted Kai to see you like this, but you also never thought you’d see him aroused because of you. Even if he tries to hide it, there’s no mistaking that expression he’s wearing.
Slowly you nod in reply.
Kai lights up. “You sure?”
You take a deep breath. “Yes. Do it.”
In the quiet bathroom the buzzing is clear as day and all the good feelings come surging back to you. You instinctively put your head down to hide your expression but nothing can keep your moans away from him.
Kai can feel all the blood rushing down.
Since you’ve decided to not hold back any longer, he steps into the bathroom with the tent in his pants. He takes a seat in front of you, and makes you straighten up a bit so he can whisper in your ear that he’s going to turn it up a notch.
Even though you’re prepared for it, you can’t stop yourself from reacting so strongly to it.
But Kai doesn’t intend on letting the good stop there. “Come here,” he says as he guides you onto his lap and pushes your hips down. He closes his eyes and swallows hard when you grind against him. Both of you are wearing jeans and the thick material makes you both push desperately against each other. You find that when you arch your back a bit and push down against Kai the combined pressure and vibration hits you perfectly in the spot.
Kai wraps his arms around you and notices the way your facial expression begins to change. Absolutely taken by the sight, his body reacts automatically and he pushes his lips against yours. Kissing him is a very foreign but pleasant feeling.
You continue like that for a while, kissing and grinding against each other. It’s coming closer. You try to tell him but it seems you’ve lost control of your voice. And then suddenly and abruptly, everything ceases.
You open your eyes with your chest still heaving up and down quickly.
He cut the power.
The throbbing, the aching is a thousand times worse compared to before. You stare at him with a look of pure frustration.
Kai grins. “This is fun,” he says.
“You. Ass!” You are so close to the edge that your body desperately tries to reach it by grinding even harder against him. He groans as you do. “God, let me get my pants off. This is pure torture.”
“Torture?” you say with incredulity. “Try being in my shoes.”
“I’m enjoying things perfectly fine in my own,” he laughs.
You both strip down to underwear and Kai bites his lip as you resume grinding against each other. Without the layer of thick jeans masking the sensation it becomes a lot more enjoyable for both of you. Without any warning he turns on the power again but this time he jumps straight into one of the higher setting. The moan that escapes you is loud and raw.
“You really think that’s funny, huh?” you stare daggers at him.
“Very.”
You can no longer focus on anything other than that wondrous spot between your legs and the high that’s closing in fast.
Having noticed which angle elicits the strongest reaction in you, he tries to emulate it by pushing his upper body against you so you're forced to arch you back. It’s exactly what you need to be pushed over the tipping point. Your whole body tenses against him as the sensation completely overtakes you.
Kai takes in the full sight of your o-face and exhilarating moans. I’m never erasing this from my memory.
The wave slowly passes but Kai’s yet to turn the power off and you squirm and whimper due to overload of sensation between your legs. “Off! Off! Off!” you yell and Kai’s taken out of his haze.
Finally you can let your body turn to mush and you relax blissfully into Kai’s body, breathing heavily. “Did you…?” you ask.
“No,” he says very frankly but not the least disappointed, “but I’m pretty damn close.” The feeling of watching you go from frustrated to blissful orgasm is like finding a five-leaf clover while looking for a four-leafed one.
“Good,” you reply as you straighten up and look at his face. Your face still flushed. “It’s your time to experience what it’s like to be cut off right before the best part. I’ll show you what real torture is.”
Kai stares at you with a shocked expression. “Good god, you’re so fucking hot,” he murmurs as he pulls you in for a kiss.
Supernatural AU! In which you accidentally establish a link between you and Kai, causing him to become dependent on your kisses for survival.
Fluuuuuuuff
Parts:
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |
Your first conversation with Kai had been bizarre, to say the least. It had occured not long after you had put on that bracelet. Your intial thought had been to return it to him, but doing so would’ve meant revealing the gift had been from you. After all, how else would you explain the fact that you knew the bracelet belonged to him?
While mulling over whether to return the bracelet or not, you had casually decided to wear it. What’s the harm? you thought. As long as I’m careful I’ll be fine. And that had been your mistake.
Kai had felt it, suddenly, during the lecture. Burning. Getting contracted wasn’t a painless process and he had abruptly left the leture hall to find a vacant bathroom. When he had locked himself in the bathroom and unbuttoned his shirt, his suspicions had been confirmed. The mark had already begun to form.
----
I am so screwed. Kai put his hands to his face, leaning back against the bathroom wall and sighed loudly. He sent a text to his friend.
“The mark just appeared.”
The reply came almost immediately. Sehun wasn’t paying attention in class. “You’re kidding, the bracelet?”
“YES,” Kai angrily typed his reply, then shoved his phone into his pocket and buttoned up. The pain became more intense by the minute but it didn’t stop him from looking for the person on the other side of the link.
----
“It’s been well-kept.” You regarded the bracelet on your wrist. Seven years with barely any signs of ageing, impressive. You spun around with your arm raised to get a look at the bracelet in different lighting. From a distance Kai made his way over to you, although you were too pre-occupied to notice.
It wasn’t until he was a few steps away that you noticed his presence and you instinctively covered up the bracelet with your other hand.
He looked at you and then at your hands.
You decided in that very moment to come clean. “I’m sorry, I know this is yours, I just wanted to try it for a brief moment. Not for some creepy reason, it’s just that... I gave you this.” Your voice faltered at the end. “I’ll give it back to you right now.” You tried to loosen up the bracelet and maybe it was due to your shaky hands but it wouldn’t budge. “Just give me a second.”
“That’s... not gonna come off.”
You wondered why he sounded apologetic when you were the one who had decided to wear something of his without asking for permission.
The conversation you had had afterwards was bizarre. He started talking about contracts, gifts, kisses, magic and for a moment during his explanation you actually thought he was describing the plot of a movie. The more you listened to him, the more it dawned on you that Kai, the ballerino, was very different from what you had imagined.
Kai was able to tell from your expression that your opinion of him was rapidly going from talented dancer to someone with a very wild imagination.
He sighed and put his hand over his eyes when your only response was an uncertain “Yes.” Kai realized there was no way to convince you without proof and stood there silently as he watched you struggle with the bracelet.
“Let’s cut it,” he finally suggested.
“No, let me try a bit longer.”
“Look, you don’t believe what I just said, right?”
You didn’t reply.
“This is just normal leather material, it should be easy to cut with scissors. It’s okay if it breaks,” he said knowing full well it wasn’t possible.
Even after several tries the bracelet remained undamaged. The scissors didn’t even leave a mark. And you simply stared at the bracelet with a dumbfounded look on your face.
Later at home you would once again try to cut up the bracelet with every pair of scissors in the house but without any success. Even with the use of pliers your attempt had been fruitless.
----
The day after, you had avoided Kai at school, which wasn’t difficult seeing as how the two of you only had one class together.
Kai hadn’t tried to approach you either. Sehun had been the one to suggest he keep a distance to let you process the whole situation. But by the second day Kai came to school wearing sunglasses looking slightly out of it.
And then during lunch Sehun convinced his friend to speak to you. Which fortunately had given good results. And that was how you ended up kissing a guy with whom you had spoken with for a total of 20 minutes.
----
His lips are soft.
The adrenaline courses through you and you become hyper-aware of everything happening around you. When your lips meet, Kai exhales deeply as he almost immediately can feel the pain lessening. But before he’s had time to fully restore himself you pull away and his lips are left hanging.
Despite the heat in your face you stay in close proximity to Kai, looking straight into his eyes which makes him want to take a step back but all he can do is press his back harder against the wall.
"It looks better, right?”
The blackness in his eyes has noticeable dimished, you can’t argue that. Although you still make a mental note to research if there exists some type of advanced lens technology that can change your eye color in real time. But for now, you concede.
“Yeah,” you finally say and Kai lets out the breath he unknowingly had been holding.
Lunch break is almost over and you don’t think your heart can stand the proximity for much longer so you take a step back, intending to return to your friends but Kai grabs you by the wrist.
“Wait, --ah!” More hesitation. “I hate to ask you for more favors, but I’ll be depending on you in the future as well, so... well...” His gaze progressively lowers until he’s staring at the ground. “Could you do it... for a bit longer?” he murmurs. “Just so it all goes away.” It being the blackness in his eyes.
There are times when you can feel your cheeks heat up and then there are times when a guy you’re not that close with asks you to kiss him, not once but twice and verbally asks you to do it for longer, that makes you feel like your whole face is about to combust into flames.
----
Kai and you stand in two separate bathrooms. One person splashing their face with cold water and the other with their hands covering their face, both equally embarrassed.
Your friends give you expectant looks when you return to the table telling you to spill the beans. They can’t help but notice your slightly flushed face and the droplets of water lingering in your hair.
“So, mind telling us what that was about?” one of your friend teases.
“He-. Uh, he wanted to-. We. Kissed.”
All of your friends widen their eyes at your truthful confession.
“What?”
“Kissed? As in,” your friend gestures to his lips. “with your lips?”
“What else would they kiss with? Are you telling me, he came over here to interrupt you during lunch just because he needed you to go all over there,” your friend points to the distant, “and kiss?”
“Well. It’s complicated,” you say and then suddenly realize that Kai never explicitly said anything about keeping it a secret. But you don’t really think it would be wise repeat his monologue about contracts, kisses and magic. “I don’t think I can go into detail about why.”
Supernatural AU! In which you accidentally establish a link between you and Kai, causing him to become dependent on your kisses for survival.
Fluuuuuuuff
Parts:
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |
Two years. That’s how long you’ve been in the same school as Kim Jongin. During those years the interaction between you have been nothing more than that of a passing in the hallways. Being part of a rather small group, you rarely meet new friends, while Jongin, as a dedicated ballerino, is often seen in the dance studio by himself.
And yet here you are, two days after your first conversation, with your lips tightly pressed against said ballerino; your relationship with him still the same as before, virtually non-existent.
How you had ended up in a situation like this was all due to that god-forsaken bracelet.
----
The first time Jongin had made an appearance in your life was seven years ago, when his performance had taken your breath away. Everything, from his facial expressions, to the subtle actions of his fingertips, was beyond perfection. Even to your young, uneducated mind it was apparent how much work and effort Jongin had put behind his performance.
You felt as if your whole world had toppled over, realizing how many hours, days and months you had wasted just because you were certain you didn’t “have talent”, while Jongin had been working hard every single day to improve.
It wasn’t about talent; it was about hard work. For some reason you felt the need to convey your thoughts to your source of inspiration.
“I have to meet him.” That had been your only thought. Even though you didn’t remember his face and would soon forget his name, you were dead-set on meeting this boy. Unfortunately, you weren’t the only one. Although the amount of people who were familiar with the name “Kim Jongin” back then was limited, those who knew him were devoted fans.
Though you wanted to make it known to him just how much his performance had touched you, it seemed difficult to convince him of this when you had nothing to show for it other than the feelings in your heart, and seeing all the other fans holding bouquets so big they covered their faces, only made it more difficult.
However, you were determined to at least convey your thoughts. Even if your feelings would look small compared to them, you had to do it. You had unwillingly left the concert hall after writing a smudged text on a napkin and wrapped one of your belongings in it, a bracelet with one single charm. That was the only thing you were able to gift him.
In hindsight, it probably looked like a five-year old had written that letter. Sometimes you’d reach for the bracelet only to realize that, you had gifted it a long time ago.
So imagine the surprise when you found an exact replica of that bracelet lying on the ground. Finding that bracelet had been like a reunion with an old friend. It had fit just as well as seven years ago, your wrist size having remained practically the same during those years.
Unfortunately, it was the very moment you wore that bracelet that Kai became linked to you.
----
The first time you share a kiss is during a lunch break. While you happily chatter away with your friends as your food goes cold, Kai comes staggering down the stairs, scanning the area for you, his target. You only notice him when your friends suddenly go quiet and stare at the boy behind you. He’s wearing sunglasses indoors.
“W-what is it?” You stutter, whole body rigid with fear of the unknown behind you.
“There you are --ah,” he says and though you’re unaccustomed to his voice, it’s not completely foreign.
“I need to... “ he hesitates for a second, “...talk to you.”
“Now?” You stare at your friends and then back at him.
“Yeah, now.”
“Alright, hold on a sec.”
-----
The two of you don’t walk very far away, just far enough to have some privacy.
Kai looks a bit sweaty and hesitant, thinking of the smoothest way to ask his question. You never pegged him as the shy type, considering how comfortable he seems to be with an audience. But he can’t stop fiddling with the hem of his shirt.
“What did you want to talk about?”
Just get it over with. Rip the band-aid off in one go. He’s already visualized this scene several times in his head, that’s what Sehun told him to do to gain confidence but Kai’s request comes out so quietly you have to ask him to repeat himself.
“I said, ‘I need you to kiss me.’”
As someone who’s used to being on stage and well-versed in managing his expressions, you’d expect Kai to be better at hiding his emotions.
“W-what?”
Kai’s ears are slowly turning beet red when he repeats the sentence a third time. “I need you to kiss me.”
Taken aback by his frank request you, too, are unable to mask your emotions.
“Do you remember the conversation we had?” he asks in a low voice. “About how I need consistent contact with you due to .... that.” He nods at the bracelet on your arm.
You had gone over the conversation between the two of you over and over last night, trying to figure out whether Kai had been truthful or not. On one hand, you had never thought of him as the lying and manipulative type, but people weren’t always what they appeared to be. On the other hand, what could he possibly gain from spinning such a complex lie? And why you? And why hadn’t you been able to remove the bracelet? There were so many things that you simply couldn’t explain.
“Don’t freak out, okay?” Kai says, his breath a bit short. He slowly removes his sunglasses and you instinctively tense up when you see his eyes. In any other situation you would’ve lost yourself in his beautiful brown eyes, but there’s a blackness that occupies the outer corners of his eyes that grabs all your attention.
“It doesn’t look very pleasant, but I figured, it’d be easier to convince you if you could see the effects in real time.”
You stand silently staring at him. Despite having mulled over this for hours, you still feel doubtful.
If he’s tricking me, it’s better to find out now rather than later. “Okay,” you murmur under your breath. Let’s get this over with. Your palms are sweaty and then, without any warning you stand on your tip-toes and press your lips against his.
Watching a horror movie with Jimin, V and Jungkook.
Fluff.
The aromatic smell of popcorn wafts through the living room. Jimin gets up to grab the one, missing snack. On the living room table there’s already a variety of different snacks. Taehyung leans over the arm rest to grab a pillow lying on the adjacent armchair.
He keeps one legt lifted in the air, for some reason it helps him maintain his balance.
“Taehyung, be careful,” you say.
”Don’t worry, –ah. I got this,” he says. He finally manages to grab the corner of one of the pillows. “See? I got it!” he says as he falls back into his seat, making an unintentional swinging motion with his arm and thus toppling over the four glasses with the pillow in his hand.
“Oh, crap.”
You laugh and Jungkook throws his head back laughing, “I knew this was gonna happen.”.
“What are you guys doing out there?” Jimin asks with concern in his voice from the kitchen.
“Nothing!” Taehyung yells as he quickly puts the glasses back in upright position.
Jimin returns with the bowl of popcorn to see you and Taehyung leaning against Jungkook with your arms wrapped around him like chains.
Jungkook looks defeated. Fighting off Taehyung by himself was feasible but required more than enough work, but with you involved Jungkook was out of luck.
Jimin pouts slightly at the sight of you looking so cozy with Jungkook. “Where am I gonna sit?” he asks.
“On the floor, where else?” Taehyung says in a matter-of-factly voice.
“Hey!” Jimin’s pout becomes more pronounced.
Taehyung breaks into laughter. “I’m just joking, we’ll make room for you.”
You motion for him to sit next to you by the far end of the couch. He puts the bowl on the table and then squeezes into the small space between you and the armrest. Jimin doesn’t say anything about you snuggling up to Jungkook; he just feels a slight regret over having left his seat to get the popcorn.
As Jungkook presses play and the movie starts, you quickly shift in your seat, leaning you head against Jimin’s shoulder while wrapping your arms around his waist. He doesn’t say anything but when you glance up he’s smiling at you, unable to contain his smile.
“I was just joking with you.“
The horror flick that Jungkook picked out with glee, convincing the rest of you that it was great and “not scary in the typical horror fashion”, quickly descends (or ascends depending on your perception of horror movies) into intense, heart-racing music.
Only a few minutes of the movie have passed and you’re already curled up in a ball on Jimin’s lap, crushing him with your weight. Your fingers dig into his waist and Jimin laughs as he notifies you that you’re hurting him.
“Are you scared?” he whispers.
“No,” you say while glancing at the TV screen through the space between your fingers.
“Oh, really?” Jimin replies with an amused grin.
“Yes,” you say but your head is turned in a 45-degree angle away from the TV.
“Can you even see the TV from that angle? You’re closing in on a 90-degree angle there.”
“Yes, Jimin. I have extraordinary peripheral vision.” The three of them laugh at your response.
The music goes into a slow crescendo and the added sound of high-pitched violins rapidly playing successfully makes your heart beat double in rate. Suddenly the music reaches its peak and you, Jimin and Taehyung scream as a monstrosity pops up on screen and popcorn flies everywhere.
Jungkook cackles. “You guys are so loud!” he exclaims. “Whose high-pitched scream was that?”
“M-mine,” you whisper sheepishly.
“I actually think it was both of them,” Taehyung says and Jimin immediately starts laughing, embarrassed and surprised by his own scream. Jungkook quickly interjects with a goofy replication of your screams that has all of you laughing.
After the movie the four of you fall asleep on the couch with Taehyung taking up the most space on the couch. Jimin wakes up to the sight of you putting a blanket over Taehyung and Jungkook.
“What about me?” he asks.
“What about you?” you reply as you quietly sit down next to him, wrapping your arms around him. “Don’t you have me?”
Jimin stares blankly for a few seconds and then grins. “I do.”
Unpredictable weather leads to an embarrassing situation.
Fluff
“Just my luck.” You curse at the skies. Five minutes ago the sun was shining brightly and then from nowhere the weather God thought it’d be funny to pour a bucket of water over the city of Seoul.
The sound of a doorbell ringing echoes through the dorm and you hear Baekhyun yell for someone to open the door. “Cursed rain,” you grumble under your breath as you pull the wet hair out of your face. Xiumin opens the door to find a disheveled you.
If it wasn’t evident from the look of annoyance in your eyes, your sentence is what asserts him of your thoughts. “I hate this unpredictable weather.”
You step inside without bothering to wait for his invitation. He disappears from your side even before greeting you or asking you what’s happened.
“I’m so unlucky. Of all days, why did it have to rain on the one day when I decided not to bring an umbrella?”
He returns with a towel and a spare change of clothes in his hands. “Why didn’t you bring your umbrella? You always do.”
A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you pull off your soaked shoes. Water drips out when you squeeze the shoes. “It didn’t fit in my bag,” you say sadly. Xiumin is not used to the melancholic tone in your voice and his heart sinks a little.
“Let’s get you dried up.” He puts the towel on your head and starts drying your hair.
“Seriously.” You sigh. “My blazer is soaked. Look at it! It’s not supposed to be this colour!” You try to remove it but the small size combined with the wetness makes it clam onto your arms. A drawn-out exasperated “help” leaves your mouth and Xiumin quickly helps you pull it off.
“Thanks.”
He hands you his t-shirt and sweats and points at the direction of his room. “Go get changed.”
You saunter off, leaving a trail of wet footprints behind you as you enter the room and close the door. The reflection in the mirror horrifies you. Your makeup has smudged, leaving a black color around your eyes. The beautifully curled hair has returned to its natural state; straight and unkempt. You try your best to wipe off the remnants of makeup under your eyes but it simply exacerbates the sleep-deprived look that you seem to be sporting.
Everything feels icky. You quickly pull off your stockings along with your pencil skirt and toss them on the floor. The problem arises when you try to remove your blouse.
It won’t come off.
As you pull it over your head it gets stuck by your shoulders. With your arms and head wrapped up in the blouse a sense of panic washes over you. What if he suddenly comes in? The thought makes that pounding in your chest triple. For a second you try to remove the blouse by brute force. “Okay, calm down —ah, you can do this,” you say to yourself and take a deep breath before slowly trying to peel the blouse off, despite your disadvantageous position.
“Are you done, –ah?” Xiumin knocks on the door.
“No! Not yet!” You struggle for a few more moments but the blouse won’t budge. It’s as if it’s become one with your body. You finally give up. “I need your help Xiumin.”
“With what?”
“I’m stuck.”
“What?” Xiumin furrows his brows. “How are you stuck? Did your leg get trapped in the closet door, or what?”
You roll your eyes. “I’m just stuck! Close your eyes and get inside.”
“What? Close my eyes? How am I supposed to help-“
“Just do it!”
“Fine.” He closes his eyes and walks inside, fumbling with the door handle. “Alright. I’m here.”
“Okay I’m telling you, DON’T OPEN YOUR EYES. Put your arms out.”
He does as you say and stands with his arms outstretched like a giant cross.
“Okay, now where are you?”
“By the door. Where are you? Can’t I just look, this is-“
“NO! I’m coming over.” Your sentence is quickly followed by the sound of you walking into the objects in his room, cursing each time you hit something. “Where are you?”
“Here,” he says and you walk in the direction of his voice.
“I can’t feel your arms though, are you really keeping them outstrectched?”
“Yes!”
You continue staggering forward and suddenly Xiumin feels something wet smack against his face. “Hey, what game are you playing?”
“Hey! I told you to keep your arms outstretched in front of you!”
“Oh, in front? Like this?”
You freeze as you feel his warm hands against your sides.
“What is this…” Xiumin murmurs as he starts moving his hands, trying to figure out what kind of joke you’re playing on him.
He quickly retracts his hands when you let you a scream.
“--ah! This would be much easier if I could just open my eyes.”
“After a very long pause you reluctantly give in. “Fine.”
He opens his eyes to see you crouching on the floor, your blouse trapping your arms and head in what looks like an inverted cone. There’s a brief silence as Xiumin’s brain tries to decide whether to laugh at the situation or feel embarrassed by your bareness.
A sudden roaring laughter coming from Xiumin’s room garners the boys’ attention. It’s followed by you yelling at him to stop laughing.
“I’m sorry,” he wheezes in between fits of laughter.
Shortly after the two of you come out from his room, both red in the face, both for very different reasons.
While coaching Jimin for his date with you, the boys end up discussing the details of the infamous yawn-and-grab move.
Maknae line and one clueless adult.
Fluff.
Jimin comes home one day looking absolutely dazed. Taehyung who’s used to hearing the “I’m back!” looks out from his room, bowl of cereal in his hand. “What’s wrong?” he asks the astounded boy.
“I asked her,” Jimin whispers.
Not even a whole second passes before Taehyung’s leapt over to Jimin’s side. How many times hadn’t he encouraged Jimin to ask you out?
“And? What was her answer?”
“I’m meeting her tonight. At the movies.”
——————
Jungkook knows something is up when the commotion in the living room overpowers the music from his earbuds. It’s normally loud in the dorm, but today Taehyung keeps exclaiming, “Really?”
As he expected, Taehyung is sporting a face of pure excitement. Jungkook’s fast to join the two boys on the floor. “What, what, what? Tell me too!” he instigates.
Normally, Yoongi’s too tired to deal with the younger boys’ antics, but today Jimin is wearing a smile that radiates joy and not glee for once. He silently listens to the boys’ discussions, not intending to join as it would take too much energy.
——
”You do the ‘yawn-and-grab’. Like this, yawn.” Yoongi rolls his head, stretching out his arms up before casually resting it on Jungkook’s shoulder. “And then you grab.”
Jimin’s eyes grow wide. He throws a nervous glance to the sides before leaning forward and whispering the taboo question, “W-what am I supposed to grab?”
Realization hits Yoongi like a brick from the sky. “Well, of course…” he starts, “you’re supposed to…” What is he supposed to grab?
The next twenty minutes are spent trying to figure out exactly what the true meaning of “grab” in the yawn-and-grab move entails.
“This must be it.” Yoongi says.
There’s nothing remotely suave, romantic, or heart-racing with Yoongi’s version of the yawn-and-grab. He looks as if he’s leaning on Jungkook for support with the hand that’s cupped on top of Jungkook’s shoulder.
“No, no, no!” Taehyung interjects. “Jungkook, come here!”
Suddenly Jungkook has become the designated girlfriend in the boys’ demonstration.
“You’re obviously supposed to hold her elbow!” Taehyung says and flings his arm over Jungkook’s shoulder and then twisting his arm in an unnatural angle trying to touch Jungkook’s elbow. It looks worse than it’s intended due to Jungkook’s broad shoulders.
“Am I assisting my elderly grandma? Why would I hold her elbow?” Jimin yells and Taehyung laughs.
——
Jimin finally leaves for your date without having reached a conclusion to the grabbing part. Yoongi insisted his version was correct and though Jimin is skeptical of its accuracy, he keeps it in the back of his mind.
Five minutes into the movie Jimin realizes the great flaw in Yoongi’s version of the yawn-and-grab as you pose one, eye-opening question.
“Are you planning on keeping your arm wedged between my back and the seat during the whole movie?”
oh my god I just read through so many of your xiumin scenarios and damn I love your writing you're so talented :))
Thank you so much! That makes me so happy to hear, I guess you sort of notice I like writing about him xDI'm never really satisfied with my writing so it happens a lot that I don't post because I don't think the scenarios are good enough XD
You think you’re being subtle, but it’s Xiumin who’s been strong.
Fluff, I guess?
It’s that time of the month again. The time when all restrictions have left your body and your hormones are on a rampant.
Xiumin generally knows you as a very calm and patient person. To you, there is a time and place for everything. Which is why you’re so desperately trying not to ruin that image of yours by letting it be blatantly obvious just how much your body wants him.
During the past few days you have initiated a bit more physical affection than usual.
Well, “a bit” might be an understatement. In your mind, you’ve been giving him nothing but sweet kisses, innocent hugs and the occasional light touches.
But in fact, your kisses have been hungry, your touches probing, and frankly Xiumin finds himself losing more and more of his self-control each time.
You can’t help it; you’ve been thinking a lot about him lately. Admiring all parts of his body when you know he can’t see. Adding that together with your hormones is what culminates into the week of built-up tension and a flustered Xiumin.
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He’s standing by the kitchen counter with an apron on when you sneak up behind him. “Hey,” you say and wrap your arms around his waist. He turns around and smiles, about to say hi but the words don’t have time to leave his mouth before your lips silence him.
The sudden display of affection takes him by surprise and a chill runs down his back when he feels that familiar feeling of your soft body against his. “Not out here,” he murmurs against your lips, half of him fearing someone will walk in on you two, while the other half eagerly leans into your lips.
Kissing is the only kind of physical contact you have with him – the most satisfying one at least – and you’re not about to let the chance slip away when it presents itself to you.
The reason you haven’t noticed yet that your “innocent” kisses have been advancing further along the inappropriateness axis is because of Xiumin. He’s been going along with your flow yet managed to smoothly break apart each time right before reaching the point where a viewer’s-discretion’s-advised label would be needed. However even the most patient man has his limits.
“Hyung!” The door opens and Lay suddenly comes in. “Oh, hi! –ah, I didn’t know you had come over.” His attention quickly falls back to his friend who’s standing far too rigidly against the benches with his hands gripping the edge. “Hyung, I wanted to check to see if you needed any help with prepping the food?”
“I-I’m fine.” Xiumin stutters. The rush of adrenaline making it difficult for him to speak properly.
“Okay. Just call me if you need help,” he says and turns around to leave. “Oh. By the way –ah, you have powder on the back of your shirt,” he adds and you instinctively turn around to hide the white imprints left on your lower back. “Thanks, Lay,” you both say in unison and Xiumin slowly slides his flour-covered hands along the edges of the working bench, hiding them behind his back.
Once Lay’s left the room both of you start laughing.
“Do you think he made the connection?” you ask.
“I’m not sure. Lay can be very absent-minded at times, but sometimes he’s oddly attentive to even the smallest details. I really hope he noticed though.”
“Why?!” You exclaim.
“If he noticed, he’ll keep it to himself. If he didn’t, chances are he’ll mention it in passing to the others without even realizing it.”
Your wide-eyed stare and slack jaw makes his eyes crinkle and gums show. “That’s why I told you, ‘not out here’.”
You feel your whole face burn up. “It was just a light peck to say hello,” you murmur, trying to defend yourself.
“Light? I need to get you a dictionary for your birthday so you can look up the definition of light. The word you’re looking for is R-rate-”
Xiumin chuckles when he feels your hand press against his lips, stopping him from finishing his sentence.
He grips your wrists, making them white and floury and pry them off his mouth. “I’m not saying I’m against your take on the word light. I’m just saying not out here,” he points down, indicating the kitchen. “But maybe- No, definitely, in there,” he says pointing his thumb behind his back, at the direction of his bedroom.
You open your mouth to protest but you’re too speechless.
He smiles. “I guess I’ll take the silence as a sign of approval then.”
Yoongi gets a very distressing phone call from you one day and he rushes over thinking the worst has happened.
Fluff
There are only a handful of people who won’t agree with you when you say Min Yoongi is the calmest person to walk this earth. His usual reaction to, what most people deem as, surprising news is a face of indifference. It’s not that he actively tries to give off that vibe, he’s just a person who’s serious and extremely aware of his surroundings. The overly-observant personality of his often annihilates any attempts at pranks, hidden cameras and birthday surprises that are thrown his way.
It doesn’t necessarily mean Yoongi is devoid of emotions. His tolerance for the unexpected is simply very high, which is why he rarely has trouble fending for himself, even when he’s caught off-guard. But when you call him in a shaky voice, asking for him to come over immediately, he assumes the worst.
The distance to your place is short, a mere five-minute stroll, three if you jog. Yet your boyfriend – who compares his physical condition to that of a stone - is there in two.
“—ah!” he yells as he barges in. He can hear you sobbing from upstairs and Yoongi flies up the steps. Millions of thoughts race across his mind. What happened? Is it a robber? Did you get hurt? However only the answer to one question truly matters. Are you safe?
“—ah!” He slams open the door with such force the hinges are about to come off. The red color on his face is similar to when he gets embarrassed, only now it’s from exertion. He rapidly scans the room for intruders, burglars, anything that could’ve made you call him crying like that.
But the only thing he finds is you standing on your office chair with a vacuum cleaner in your hand. Tears and snot running down your face as you spout gibberish at him. Yoongi stares at you with a confused look, you look unscathed. “What’s the matter?” he asks worriedly as he approaches you with his arms outstretched.
You point at the floor, still sputtering unintelligible words.
“What?”
“THERE!” you cry.
And right there on the floor, the little eight-legged thing is crawling around, making your life miserable.
He looks back at you with a look of pure disbelief. Are you kidding me? I ran like this for the first time in five years because you saw a spider? The absurdity of the situation is too much and Yoongi who’s normally level-headed is too astonished he simply complies with your demands. “Alright. I’ll get rid of it. Get on my back, I’ll take you out of the room first,” he says and offers you his back.
“No! What if it disappears?” you yell almost in hysterics. “Catch it. Catch it. Catch it, now,” you order. And yet again, Yoongi listens to your demands without any objections. In just seconds he has caught the spider and released it outside the house.
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“Have you calmed down now?” he asks and you nod your head, slightly embarrassed.
“I’m sorry I yelled,” you say quietly.
“I’m sorry I had to see you with snot on your face.”
“Shut it! Those were tears, justified tears!”
“I didn’t know you could cry from your nose.”
“Stop teasing me,” you whine and bury your face in his chest.
“Woah, take it easy there, we don’t want you getting sn-“
“I’m going to kill you.”
He laughs. Though it is slightly humiliating, his laughter brings a smile to your face.
“Do you know how hard I ran to get here? Look at me, I didn’t even change my pants. That old lady across the building must think I’m a weirdo.” True to his words, Yoongi is still wearing his bear-print pajama shorts.
“That’s good. I’m not the only one getting embarrassed.”
“You’re saying being embarrassed by yourself isn’t enough, but you need me to feel the same as well?”
“Yup.”
Yoongi lets out a scoff but pecks you on the forehead. He wraps his arms around you, giving you a tight squeeze. And under his breath he mumbles something about you being too cute for words.
The romantic moment is quickly shattered as Minseok absent-mindedly runs his fingers through your hair –or at least tries to; the inconvenient, but oh-so-fashionable rings on his right hand end up causing more damage than he expected. A loud cry escapes from your lips.
“Ow, that hurts!”
“I’m sorry –ah! Don’t move!” His expressions turns to one of worry, creating slight creases on his forehead.
“It’s alright.” You assure him. “Just don’t-“
Your sentence is cut short as a few strands of hair are ripped off by accident, causing you to hiss and instinctively rub the pained area. “…do that!”
Apologies tumble out of Minseok’s mouth and he quickly supports his right hand that’s been tangled in your messy hair, by leaning his wrist against your shoulder. “Sorry, –ah!” It’s his sixth apology already.
You snort. “They weren’t kidding when they said you’d get all the girls with those rings,” you say in an attempt to cheer him up.
Minseok keeps his eyes focused on the rings but still smiles wide enough to expose his gums.
It’s a good thing you’re keeping your whole body stiff, looking straight ahead. Otherwise the bewitching smile of his would’ve made you too nervous, and too self-conscious. Luckily, Minseok’s gummy-smile is not as effective when you have to side-eye him to actually see it. However coupled with the close proximity it doesn’t really matter whether it’s effective or not. Your heart is beating so loudly that your ears are pounding.
When you remember why this whole ring-stuck-in-hair ordeal even happened, you let out a huff to calm your nerves.
“Sorry, it’s a bit difficult to get the rings off like this.” He tries to wiggle the rings off with the help of his left hand. “I think I ate too much so now my fingers are swollen.” He sounds almost embarrassed at the last sentence.
You look at him for a brief moment, as much as you can from your position. “If there is one place your body would decide to accumulate fat, I don’t think it’d be your fingers. Besides…” You grab his left hand, gently pinching his fingers. “I think they’re fine, though.” Minseok doesn’t say anything. He’s far too captivated, far too smitten to actually do anything but stare at you.
Your nails scrape lightly against his skin as you open up his hand, placing your palm against his and completely forgetting your main goal of assuring him that he is fine the way he is.
It feels as if someone has placed a hot pack against your neck when you notice that your fingertips reach farther than his. You quickly want to hide your hands so that he won’t notice it, but he’s fast, stopping you with a firm grip.
Slowly he interlaces his fingers with yours, going at a pace that has your heart practically lodging itself in your throat and cutting off the air to your lungs. It’s the same feeling you get whenever you’re asked a question in class, the only difference now is that you don’t find the rapid heart beatings unpleasant.
“They fit mine though.” He says and brings your hand to his lips, placing a chaste kiss on the back of your hand. He keeps his gaze low. If he’s even half as embarrassed as he appears to be, he won’t be able to look you in the eyes.
When he finally raises his head, his brown eyes look at you with determination. “I won’t let the rings stop me this time,” he declares before leaning in and kissing you.
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“We’re gonna be here all night, we should just cut my hair.”
“No! Absolutely not. I’ll get it untangled no matter what. And if you need a break, I know there’s something that’s perfect for you other than my hands.”
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