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A/N ~ Hehe, I am back, bitches! I’ve been all over the place lately as I have so many fics to post so I didn’t know where to start tbh. But this one is complete angst and fluff rolled together that I wrote on a whim which I felt was a good way to ease myself back into posting. Don’t worry though I have a lot of smut to post still as well. Also my fucking god this took so long to make look kinda decent so I hope the format is pretty enough for you guys 🥹. I’m rusty and feel like an idiot in that department ngl. Anyway, there’s not much else to say other than the fact I truly hope you enjoy it as I actually feel like this one is pretty damn good for once.
CW ~ Roommate!TXT x fem!reader angst & fluff! There’s some romantic tension too. We talk a lot about poor mental health in this & there’s a brief mention of the boys thinking reader is gonna unalive herself so be warned. That is all 😌
Word Count ~ 5.9k
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Your feet drag behind you whilst you walk home, a pit in your stomach as the dark skyline behind you gets smaller and smaller. Today was another bad day, turmoil and concern for what you can’t control turning in your stomach repeatedly. You wish there was an explanation for it but there’s really not. It’s just you and your poor mental health at war with each other again. There is not much to look forward to anymore, only the feeling of your soft bed against your skin once you land in it.
With that lone thought you walk up to your apartment building, entering mindlessly as you’ve done many times before, it’s an almost impossible task to mess up at this point. Heavy legs lead you to the elevator that you ring and walk into you. You find yourself somehow not even worried about seeing your roommates when you get upstairs as you watch the floor numbers change in front of you. In fact you almost smile as you can see their warm faces now greeting you as you get home.
You guys don’t talk much but they’re jovial, always cracking stupid jokes with one another. Something you’ve grown quite fond of despite yourself, despite how hard it is to enjoy the company of others anymore. The warm thought’s nearly enough to make you smell Taehyun’s cooking the moment you walk out and into the hallway. Maybe he used too much seasoning again or maybe you were hopeful that he would be there making a late night snack that he would inevitably offer some of to you. Something that makes life feel a little normal.
You’d probably also overhear Beomgyu cracking jokes at the table behind him, Soobin laughing and then taking them a little too far just to get everyone to laugh as well. To smile regardless of how late it is and tired everyone is. Yeonjun probably isn’t even home yet but if so, he just got back, sitting on the couch and playing some game with Kai on the PS5. The hope for that familiarity sits in your stomach now in a fluttering, comforting way as you unlock the door of your shared apartment, slowly opening the door and entering quietly.
Immediately you’re hit with a whiff of grilled beef, a smile forming on your lips in knowing that Taehyun’s awake regardless of the pure exhaustion within your body. Garlic, onion, thyme and a hint of black pepper fill your nose and as you begin to round the corner you can hear those same familiar voices. Somehow just knowing everything is okay here makes all the difference today. You don’t even think they heard you come in as almost on cue the front door opens up again behind you. It’s Yeonjun, coming home from a long day himself.
He greets you with a smile and nod as you turn around. You both can see the exhaustion on each other’s faces but you don’t comment on it. You never do. It’s a silent thing between you and him you’ve gotten quite used to. He works long hours doing something, you can’t even remember what it is at this point, and he always looks beat. Deep, dark circles under his eyes, constant low energy and a barely there voice when he says something. You’re sure you look similar but yet in a completely different way yourself and you do.
He knows about your poor mental health, they all do, and the shear force you have to use to smile at him tells him all he needs to know in the moment. You’re clearly having a bad day that he refuses to dwell on unless you tell him you wish to. You’ve genuinely never been more appreciative of that nature than you are right now. Passing by you, the others greet him happily, joking about how dead on his feet he is that somehow makes him smile softly. Past his worn out stature though, Beomgyu notices your weary eyes. You look like you’re about to cry and throw up simultaneously.
His steps walk over to you, wrapping his arms around you gently, leaving you space both mentally and physically to refuse his touch if you’d like. Normally you would refuse it, you always say you don’t like hugs but you have no energy to deny it today. He’s warm and smells like light florals, woodsy notes and fabric softener combined. The touch almost breaks you as you whimper softly without thought, something that makes him hold you tighter. His tender hand strokes your hair gently and it’s a quiet moment you didn’t even know you needed. All that is heard is his steady heartbeat confirming that he’s still there with you.
“You want to talk about it?” His voice rings and you shake your head, hands holding onto him tighter than you realized. You slowly let go, not cause he did or told you to but because you figured you should. Your eyes meet his for a brief moment and he smiles, not in friendly way, but in a way of obvious pity. He can’t help but feel pity when he sees your sad, anxious face all worn out. You always look like you’re just struggling to keep breathing nowadays. And you are. More than they know or you wish them to.
Your feet finally step out of the doorway all the way, completely around the corridor and into the combined kitchen and living room area. Taehyun’s muscular frame is at the stove, humming a sweet tune, Yeonjun’s already left to take a shower and Soobin quietly notices your barely there demeanor from the couch. You just assume Kai is in his room until he comes out after hearing everyone and takes a seat next to Soobin. Thoughtlessly you walk into the kitchen, sniffing around. “Smells good.” Your almost nonexistent voice gets out despite everything. The sound making Taehyun turn around.
“It is good.” He confirms, voice gentle when he sees your stormy eyes, “You want some?” You nod, watching as he plates some beef for you. Your shaky hands take it from him as carefully as you can manage, his own hands steading yours subtly. As you’re already taking a bite he says, “I can make some rice too if you’d like.” The growl from your stomach is loud at the suggestion, you were so caught up in your feelings you didn’t realize just how hungry you were. “Yes, please.” You reply politely and he just nods over at the table, urging you to sit down.
The deep exhaustion in your body and soul makes it so you barely get yourself over to said table as you sit down. A low groan can be heard underneath your breath when you’re bottom finally plants down in the seat. You’re trying not to be too obvious as your hands continue to shake at an attempt to eat, luckily the beef is tender and soft. ‘As usual from him’ you think to yourself. Out of the corner of your eye you see Soobin stand up, walking over to the other side of the table. “May I sit?” His deep voice rumbles to make sure he isn’t intruding before taking a seat himself.
You tilt your head up to look at him, face falling on his soft features that contrast his voice and height as he smiles, plump, heart shaped lips turned up slightly. He’s always looked like the physical embodiment of comfort to you. “Yeah, it’s fine.” You claim, still chewing in your cheek. He quickly sits, watching you closely without being too obvious. Something about you today has him realizing maybe they should be closer friends with you. You just haven’t ever really looked like this, sure you look down a lot but right now you truly appear broken inside.
It’s in the way your breathe shudders, the way your hands shake, how you look physically ill, bags under your eyes that suggest you haven’t gotten proper rest in years. It’s deeply concerning if he’s fully honest and it’s growing harder for him to ignore. After a few minutes you hear him ask, “Have you eaten at all today? You know, besides now?” You throat bobs at his question, it’s a bit more speaking to you than you’re used to from him. Honestly? You have to think about it cause you can’t even remember.
“I…” you begin, stumbling over your words, “I’m not sure.” He nods, understanding you’re probably too tired and depressed to know how much food has gone in your body today. Hell, you probably don’t even know how you got through your shift. You continue to eat as silence washes over the two of you, a comfortable one that’s combined with the sounds of cooking in the background. It’s crazy to think you guys barely know each other at the end of the day. Applications for a sixth roommate appeared all over the subway stations only months ago.
You were coming home from work, heading home to your parent’s house, prepared for the long train ride when you saw the little flyer taped to the pole. The cheap price for a room, private bathroom and shared communal area with five men your age in the city, much closer to your job. Of course you had some suspicions. Like - why the hell were they looking for some random stranger to live with them? But the deal was too good and there was a number attached in plain sight so you called anyway.
You quickly learned from Yeonjun on the phone about the reason why, the landlord upped their rent and they were desperate for help. So much so that they were okay with one of them moving out of your current room to let the new roommate have it. He was even nice enough to let you see the space for yourself. The place was surprisingly nice, showing that they all clearly have good jobs, though not good enough for the ridiculous rent increase. But you conveniently happen to make just enough to pay it.
Though of course before you said yes you had to make sure to meet everyone and make sure they were all okay with a woman living with them. I mean, one woman and five men is, an interesting bunking situation to say the least. And you could clearly see they’re all very close so you didn’t really want to intrude. Luckily for you they were all cool with it and have been nothing but gentlemen since. Something you can deeply appreciate on the harder days like today. You quickly got used to the noise and were included in dinner without even being asked. That was nice to you.
Still, sitting across the table, Soobin can’t help but wonder if he can be a better friend. “Umm…” he starts after a few minutes, “Kai and I were gonna play a game together afterwards if you wanna join.” Your head shakes back and forth without thought, that’s the last thing you want to do if you’re being honest. You know he’s just trying to comfort you but you can’t help but feel like a burden in his life right now. He doesn’t really want you there, right? No. He’s just being nice, he really wants you to say no. Or at least, that’s what you think.
“I’m good, thank you.” You say quickly as Taehyun quietly comes over and puts a plate of fried rice in front of you before returning to the kitchen. The smell is nothing if not mouth watering and you pick up the spoon with it to take a bite. Soobin can’t deny that the refusal stings a little, especially since he doesn’t want you to feel like he doesn’t actually want you there. Something he’s can tell you do in fact think. He contemplates if he should say anything for a bit and decides to anyway.
“I do want you there, you know.” He affirms gently. You freeze, stunned that he can read you so well despite how little he knows you. “Soobin…” you say softly as you sit up more, “I really don’t want to intrude on your time with Kai.” As if he was listening in, Kai responds from the couch, “You’re not intruding.” Soobin’s head just nods in confirmation to his friend’s words. You find yourself almost a little chocked up at their gesture for some reason. “You know, if you want…” Taehyun chimes in as he washes dishes from the kitchen, “we can all play a game together. I can call Yeonjun and Beomgyu hyung in.”
Everyone nods collectively, trying to softly encourage you to join them for a group game night. Your eyes though just fall on the clock of the microwave, it reads 10:48pm. Everyone has work tomorrow, you’re not sure if this is genuinely a good idea. “It’s late, guys.” You try and reason as you eat. Really though, you don’t want to bother them with your presence. “Nonsense!” Kai exclaims as he gets up, “The night’s just getting started!” He begins dancing around the table with his phone in hand, playing some random song you’ve never heard before.
Clearly he’s trying to make you laugh as he attempts to throw it back terribly. You can’t even look as the others laugh loudly at the sight, shaking your head. Can’t deny, it is kinda funny. “C’mon y/n! Don’t be such a stick in the mud!” His voice screams over the music and as he gets closer you can’t help but chuckle a little. “Kai, please…” you barely get out through light laughs, “you look ridiculous.” “That’s cause he is.” Taehyun jokes as he comes to sit now that he’s done washing up. You know you should be more loose right now but you can’t bring yourself to do more than give a few laughs.
You cough afterwards into your sleeve, voice suddenly sounding utterly wrecked. “You okay?” Kai asks as he pauses the music and dancing for a moment. “Yeah, I’m fine.” You assure. “Good. Now, emotionally are you okay?” His voice is sweet and caring as he takes a seat next to you. Your spoon of rice stops before making it into your mouth at his blunt question. Completely unsure of how to respond, you just sit there, chewing the bite in your mouth now carefully. Does he really want to know? Can he really handle knowing? You’re almost sure the answer to that is ‘no’.
Still you can’t find yourself to lie so you say, “As okay as I can be.” “But is ‘as okay as I can be’ truly enough anymore?” Soobin interrupts, his voice rough and challenging you, “Was it ever enough?” “I-“ you stutter, shocked. Quickly he backtracks, “Look, I’m sorry with how that came out. Truly I am.” “Just… we can all see you’re not okay and… I know this might be an intense thing to say but… none of us want to wake up to find you gone, you know?” “I’m not gonna move out, Soobin.” You rebuttal. He just looks at you intently, holding strong eye contact. “I don’t mean, moving out, y/n.” Oh.
You just look around at the others as they nod in agreement. “And that’s a genuine concern for everywhere here.” Yeonjun’s tired voice from the hallway cuts through the silence as he enters the room, hair wet from being freshly washed. Great, apparently everyone thinks you’re gonna kill yourself. Shit. “I’m not gonna do anything like that.” You promise and it is actually true, you’re just sad. Unwell. Upset. Deeply troubled in a way you can’t fully explain. In a way that your medicine isn’t helping anymore. You’re not even sure it ever was helping at this point.
“You sure?” Taehyun asks, desperately needing confirmation, “I still need someone to make snacks for.” “You can make me snacks!” Kai exclaims, trying to lighten the mood which makes Taehyun’s eyes shoot daggers at him in a ‘now isn’t the time’ type of way and Kai shrink down in his seat. You sigh, “I’m sure.” And even though you are, it still brings you sadness that you can’t just get out of here that easily. Without a sound Beomgyu enters as well, trying to not bring attention to himself but you notice anyway.
“Does everyone need to be here? Is this some kind of intervention or something?” You ask harshly. “No, it’s not.” He assures you as he sits, “Just heard something about a game.” He lies about the last part, he absolutely was coming out to check on you for himself. “Feels like it…” you mutter unhappily. “Well I’m sorry if any one of us is making you feel that way.” Beomgyu’s voice rings with sincerity and you quickly realize that you’re not really upset with anyone but yourself here. You wish you could help how your eyes well up and tears soon start to fall despite yourself, though you can’t. Just great.
You cover your face into the table, not wanting to be seen by them like this. Nothing to you is more embarrassing than crying in room of five attractive men looking at you. Genuinely makes you rather be anywhere else but here. Now you would rather die. The silence in the room is almost deafening before Yeonjun wraps his tired arms around you from behind. He doesn’t say a word, he just holds you there, being a grounding force you desperately need right now. In almost an instant, the quiet grows more tolerable in his embrace. Less harsh.
The others try not to stare but they can’t help but look with growing concern as your tears fail to stop. You wonder if they’re still there through the water falling, only able to feel Yeonjun’s presence until someone holds your hand firmly. Looking up a little you see it’s Kai, his big hand wrapped around yours as his thumb strokes the back. His hand is soft and warm, smile sweet as he sees your despondent eyes peering at him. “Hey, pretty…” the voice that comes out of him is nothing if not syrupy and thick in the most gentle way possible. Something that makes your heart flutter a little.
“H-hey…” you chuckle awkwardly, wiping your tears with your sleeve, “sorry…” “Don’t be sorry, babydoll.” Yeonjun comforts from behind you, arms still firmly around your waist. “You’re just upset, that’s okay.” A cacophony of ‘yeah’s following after his words. You know they’re right but you still feel bad for breaking down like a child. Never once have you been the type of person to take it easy on yourself and it shows in everything you do. Now somehow they seem as though they don’t mind helping pick up the pieces.
“Look… you must be exhausted after such a long day at work.” Taehyun suggests, “How about we help you get ready for bed?” His voice is gentle and caring, the others nodding in agreement along with him. “And if you want, you can talk about it as we get you ready.” Beomgyu chimes in. You’re not entirely sure what you did to deserve such kindness but you’re not going to turn it down, you don’t really have the energy to even if you wanted. “Okay…” your broken voice gets out in agreement.
Yeonjun’s arms release you and you get up, Soobin walking over and scooping you up into his embrace instead. A little startled noise comes out of your mouth but you don’t protest beyond that as he walks you to your room with the others. Your head rests on his shoulder, legs wrapped around his waist, his arms comforting and strong whilst he carries you with ease. The hallway seems to extend forever before you finally land on your bedroom doorway, though you find you don’t mind. Entering inside, you’re placed delicately on the end of your bed.
Slowly he removes his arms and you untangle yourself as you look up. There’s five friendly faces looking back at you, making you feel as if you’re the only person in the world right now. It’s a little unnerving but you try to ignore it. Immediately though Taehyun bends down in front of you, helping untie your shoes carefully without saying a single word. Soon following you can feel the bed dip from behind and Beomgyu’s hands begin undoing the braids in your hair as well. The rest all find places to assist you too, all of them working in breathable silence.
Your ruined makeup is removed with a gentle touch, jewelry removed as well, shoes taken off and set aside, hair falling down and around your face now. The soft glow from the nightlight in the corner casts delicate shadows on their working faces, making them all appear like ethereal angels sent from heaven just for you. You can’t remember a time you felt this cared for. You’re not sure if you ever have. They move with precision, patiently waiting for your voice to break through the empty air to say something, anything.
You sigh, trying to relax as the weight of the day and life slowly are placed upon you, knowing you should say something eventually. A deep, long breath is let out that you didn’t realize you were keeping in. “I guess…” you begin, every face turning to look at you now as they move. “I guess I’m just tired. Of everything really. Of going to work everyday and keeping my chin up, pretending I’m doing okay when I’m not. I’m so damn tired but when I try to sleep my eyes refuse to close.” They all nod, encouraging you to continue.
“And I’m tired of there being no real reason to be this upset. My life is good and yet I’m simply existing and not living. I just want to know what the hell is wrong with me.” Your voice cracks as the words come out, the shaky, uneven breathing heard throughout the air in the room. Their hands still for a second until they start gently rubbing into your skin wherever they are on you, five sets of deep brown eyes watching your face intently. It’s friendly yet intimate in a way you can’t seem to explain. In a way that makes your turning stomach suddenly be filled with a thousand little butterflies.
Your face cracks an awkward smile, looking down at your twiddling fingers in your lap. “You done?” Beomgyu’s airy voice asks softly, checking on you. You nod, knowing you should say more but there’s not really much else. “Okay. Just checking.” He confirms, scooting closer to you. The two of you sit close before Taehyun speaks up himself. “You wanna know what I think?” Those weary eyes of yours fall on his face, clearly seeing he has something to say that you might not like. He’s just trying to find a way to phrase it.
You silently encourage him to go for it anyway. “I think you never really learned how to be anything but the trusted adult.” He suggests. “It’s as if you were raised to just be the person everyone can rely on and not a human being who isn’t always reliable.” Sitting there you just stare at him, eyes on his as you wonder where he could have possibly got that from. Sure, you were always treated like a mini adult your whole life, always making sure you could be the person others could run to but it’s not that obvious… right?
“I mean…” You trail off, trying to find the right words to defend yourself. You’re not able to. “I guess I never really was a child… so I don’t really know how to relax.” You admit. “And that’s okay. We’re here now.” Soobin says lovingly without much thought, his warm, sincere eyes looking into yours. The words send a shiver up your spine but not in a chilling way, in a way that tells you you’re safe. That you can relax now for they have you. The thought fills the void a little, more than you care to admit it does. “And if we have to, we’ll make sure the psychiatrist puts you on some medicine that’ll actually help.” He promises.
“Thank you.” You nod in appreciation, feeling grateful for their grounding presence right now. “No problem.” He adds with a soft smile, “Now, is there anything else we can do?” For a minute you think, internally sighing at the remembrance of how you still have yet to take a shower. “N-no… I just gotta get cleaned up.” You proclaim. Standing up, you try and walk over to the ensuite bathroom but almost immediately stumble in your exhaustion. Luckily Kai was close and catches you, holding onto your forearms. “Hey, hey… careful, pretty.”
A near delirious giggle escapes your throat, making them all smile at the sound fondly. “Sorry…” you chuckle, his hands letting you go despite his reluctance as you head into the bathroom. Once you’re inside you get ready for your shower, removing your clothes clumsily and getting underneath the hot water as fast as possible. Meanwhile back in your room whilst you do the boys are preparing the place for a night of maximum comfort. Everything is put away, clothes are being picked and laid out, bed made, Beomgyu even brought an oil diffuser from his room into yours.
He remembers you mentioned how much you love mint once so peppermint is going into it along with tea tree and cedarwood. He thought those oils would complainant each other nicely. And they do. After about 20 minutes you finally get out, wrapping a robe around you so you can enter your room again safely. When you do the scent hits you first, woodsy and minty in the best way. You also happen to notice how the nightlight is now set to the most calming color and your eyes drift to one of their shirts with a pair of your panties laid neatly on your bed.
You’ve never worn their clothes before so the mere suggestion has you blushing whilst you walk over, picking up the shirt to identify it by smell. The fabric is put up to your nose and the faint scent of Soobin enters it, filling your body with undeniable warmth. Undoing your robe and setting it aside you get into the clothes left for you, Soobin’s shirt resting right above your knee once it’s on. He’s such a big guy so you’re not surprised at how large it is. You finish up in the bathroom afterwards, brushing your hair and teeth before doing your skincare despite how little energy you have left to do so.
After you’re all done you suddenly notice the laughs coming from the living room. You can’t help the way your curiosity gets the best of you so you walk out to see what is so funny. As you walk into the joined living space, all eyes fall on you. Regardless of how worn out you look, Soobin’s shirt still makes you appear small and cute, making their hearts beat just a little faster collectively. They can’t deny how fond they’ve grown of your presence in their lives over the past few months. Something you’re actually starting to notice tonight.
“There you are.” Taehyun’s honey like voice exclaims, as if they’ve all been waiting for you. “Wanna play that game now?” Your head shakes as instinct, a soft yawn escaping your mouth. You know you should really be getting some type of sleep instead. “No… think I’m gonna go to bed…” you say sleepily, already walking back before turning around again, “join me, please?” Their faces all stare at you in shock with a mix of suppressed delight simmering below the surface. You want them in your room with you? How could they say no?
“Like… sleep together?” Kai asks, quickly realizing how that sounded and correcting himself, “I mean… sleep in the same vicinity?” You laugh and nod. “Yes.” They look at each other for confirmation but Beomgyu and Taehyun are already getting up. Clearly they’ve already decided that they will. “Whatever you want, princess.” Beomgyu declares, him and Taehyun following behind you to your room. The rest inevitably get up as well, their tall frames walking down the hall now in the corner of your eye. They all look like big puppies trailing their owner.
You make it upon your doorframe, entering into the air that’s all minty now from the diffuser. Your yawns are getting more frequent at this point as the other’s trickle in. Yeonjun’s the last to arrive, suddenly holding a bunch of pillows and blankets he sits down on the floor. Taehyun and Kai join him in setting them up, making five spots on the floor for them to sleep. You can’t help but feel a tiny bit sad at the sight - you were kinda hoping someone would lay with you. As if your eyes can be read that easily, Taehyun asks, “Hey, what’s wrong?”
Looking down, those same sad eyes fall onto his boba ones, seeing the genuine concern in them. “It’s stupid…” you dismiss, “don’t worry about it.” “It’s not stupid if it’s bothering you.” He rebuttals, clearly not putting up with the obvious dismissal of your feelings. You smile a little at his stubbornness, “I just… kinda hoped someone would lay in bed with me…” You try to look away as the words come out, too embarrassed by your own neediness to look at any of them right now. There’s not even a real reason why you want it so much. Maybe you’re simply just lonely.
There really doesn’t have to be much of a reason for them though, they understand you need someone close to you right now. “Okay…” Beomgyu begins, “who do you want to lay with you then?” You stand there unsure. I mean, Soobin’s the tallest so he’d probably be the most comfortable, right? Then again, Kai’s the broadest, he’d properly wrap around you like a blanket. But the others too… Taehyun’s muscles, Yeonjun’s clinginess, Beomgyu’s softness… it feels like an impossible decision to make right now.
“I-“ you stutter, “I don’t know.” They all jump up now, beginning to argue about who will cuddle you loudly and passionately. The sight makes you laugh a little, their rich voices echoing in the room along with it. Meanwhile whilst the others are in a heated debate, Beomgyu claiming he’s the soundest sleeper so he’ll bother you the least and that’s why he should, Soobin ignores them and comes over to your bed instead. “May I?” He asks softly, voice resembling earlier as he pulls up your blanket and you nod. Seeing that he wants to be here with you that much makes you happy.
His tall frame climbs in, pulling the blanket up to cover him before lifting the other side of the blanket for you. Those big hands of his pat the bed lightly in an invitation. You take note and get into bed yourself, the others still arguing so loud they haven’t even noticed the two of you. Long arms wrap around you immediately, holding you close in his embrace tightly, almost as if he’s protecting you. He can’t figure out why, he just knows he has this little voice telling him he has to keep you safe. That he can prevent you from experiencing more pain if he holds you tight enough.
Your head rests on his chest, those same big hands holding onto your hips now. He looks down at you, smiling fondly at your appearance in his arms and shirt. “You look so pretty in my clothes…” his deep voice murmurs softly. You feel a warm lingering sensation throughout your body as he says that, maintaining deep eye contact. The look in said eyes making your heart skip a beat in an unexpected way. However the moment is quickly broken by the way the others have finally noticed you two.
They all look over, seeing you wrapped up in Soobin’s embrace like you truly belong there. “Hey! No fair!” Beomgyu protests, “I should be the one cuddling her not you!” Soobin shakes his head with a smile, “Well you’re slow so too damn bad.” You’d be concerned but you’ve picked up enough from their behavior to know they’re joking and Beomgyu throwing a pillow at him is only confirmation. It lands right in his face causing it to scrunch up before he throws it back with a laugh. “Hey! Knock it off!” Soobin yells playfully, still keeping a firm grip on you despite the sudden attack.
You watch and rub your eyes sleepily, yawning again, something Kai picks up on instantly. “Come on, you two, pretty girl’s tired…” he declares, trying to break up the play fighting. He knows it’s not that deep but feels you’re too tired and shouldn’t have to deal with it anyway. Not after the day you’ve had. The sudden acknowledgment of your state makes them both freeze, Soobin somehow managing to hold you tighter. “Sorry…” he apologizes softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “It’s okay.” You reply, snuggling deeper into his warm chest.
“And Beomgyu…” you begin, his head lifting up to look at you, “you can join you know. I have another side.” Beomgyu’s eyes light up at the suggestion, bouncing over to the bed with joy as he climbs in on your other side. He wraps his arms around you, a little higher than Soobin’s as to not get in the way. Both men are warm and smell nearly heavenly somehow in this moment, bodies wrapped around you tenderly. It’s in a manner that feels almost more than friendly, in a way you find yourself liking more than you thought. But you’re not gonna acknowledge it. Not now.
The rest smile at the scene, fixing their spots on the floor. “You ready to sleep now?” Taehyun asks, golden voice breaking through the silence of the resting room. “Mhmm…” you hum from your spot settled between the chests of the two men in your bed. He laughs lightly, full of warmth and eyes creasing at the edges as everyone settles in their own designated areas. Your eyes slowly close, only sound heard besides the rustling of the others getting comfortable is Soobin’s heartbeat underneath your ear. It’s steady and soft, combining with the gentle rhythm of Beomgyu’s breathing against your back.
You wonder in this moment what you did to deserve their unrelenting kindness, thinking maybe some kind of otherworldly entity hung that flyer on the poll that day. Someone who was trying to heal the pain a little, make life more manageable since they all seem to be content filling in the cracks on your worn out pavement. It’s a little scary but it’s undeniably warm. The sensation of them close to you, hands moving a smidge here and there to comfort you, it’s almost overwhelming. “Goodnight, y/n…” the sleepy voice of Kai rings out, everyone else following suit. “Ah, goodnight…” you reply back.
There’s something about now that makes you feel like you may never experience pain again. You know that’s wishful thinking, mental health doesn’t just get fixed like this. Still though, they take some of the pain away and as you finally are able to fully drift off to sleep your heart feels full for once. You could definitely get used to this. To them. And so could they.
៹ synopsis 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 your not-so-called sugar daddy who acts like your sugar daddy, taehyun, has always kept your relationship in a grey area that left you in doubt. and with you ignoring him, he finally decided to take the matter into his own hands.
៹ pairing 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 rich older guy!taehyun x fem!reader
៹ genre 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 smut w a little plot. age gap. sugar daddy trope lels. nonidol!au.
៹ warnings 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 detailed explicit content. tyun is eleven years older. meandom!tyun + sub!reader. rough unprotected sex (don't do it!). p in v. bigdick!tyun is a fucking tease. mentions of tummy bulge. dacryphilia. petnames & slurs. sum power dynamics. implied multiple rounds. cursing.
៹ word count 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 4200+
THE ONLY THING BIGGER THAN A BILLIONAIRE NAMED KANG TAEHYUN IS HIS NET WORTH.
You do not even know how much his entire fortune costs—or him overall—until you two accidentally meet in a bar that he owns. Cause to your dismay, you got stood up by a man whom you intended to use as a free dinner voucher. And, seeing you sitting all prepped and alone, waiting for nothing but a check for the service fee, actually caught his prickling attention.
Or so what he has been saying to you.
The situation could not be listed as one of those unexpected, too-good-to-be-true coincidences. Still, you were too hooked up with his stricken face, straightened-up suit that fit his muscular build, and his branded silver watch, which, from what you have assumed, could at least cover your entire tuition fee.
But when he asked if he could treat you to an expensive meal with crystal champagne included, there was absolutely no room for you to say no. Not when a free dinner was the reason you were there in the first place.
After exchanging contacts with him, you knew that there was no point in stopping, as he was the one who always reached out to you first, making the first dinner, followed by a second, then another, until it turned into a brunch before you went to the university, and until it became his habit to take you out to lunch at work.
Not that he bothers you—Taehyun was actually a warm, opinionated, patient, overall good rich guy package that you could comfortably talk to about different kinds of stuff. Suppose because he is eleven years older than you are, or maybe because he is too knowledgeable from what he has experienced from his chains of businesses, you are not quite sure.
Another thing to consider was that he didn't stop in treating you to meals; it doesn't take awhile before you start to notice the patterns of his unconventional gifts—which he often brushes off whenever you point out that he is wasting good money. Luxurious paper bags began piling up in your cramped shared apartment as he would never let a week pass without spending almost five digits, spoiling you with something beyond your needs.
Still, you are standing with the fact that there must be something behind these overly generous acts that he is not telling you. You know how this works, there is no such thing where the older rich guy provides and provides to a broke-ass university girl without asking for anything after. But he seems to be built differently; no asking for any quick nudes, no check-ins in five-star hotels under his name, and he doesn’t even like it when your skin touches his unless he initiates it.
Even a proper kiss seems to be too intimate when it comes to him. Not that you two already did, but it is what you could picture in your mind.
It left you in that grey area of why he keeps on coming back to you. Everything you could offer to him, he already probably owns. Plus, the relationship you two have totally resides in absolute ambiguity. Having no proper label on what to call him or whatever is happening between you and him. The only thing you are holding onto is the fact that he is the one who kept messaging you, and you are all in for its benefits.
You tried to ask him about whatever this is or what he prefers to be referred to. But the answer you got was what you could say was an abomination for your social life.
Because there is no way you would call a man such as himself your rich mentor. That doesn't work.
With a series of doubtful events, you cannot help but feel a little hostile around the old guy. And, the way your curiosity made you cautious around him didn't go unnoticed, especially now that you start to ignore his calls and texts.
9:45 | my not-so-called sugar daddy
Good morning, doll.
Why are you not picking up my calls?
Answer me.
10:23 | my not-so-called sugar daddy
Hello?
I know you are awake; you have classes at 11:15 AM every Thursday.
I just want to ask you if you are available to grab an early lunch.
17:32 | my not-so-called sugar daddy
Your classes are done at this time.
Why are you still not picking up my calls?
Have I done something to upset you?
6 missed calls from my not-so-called sugar daddy.
With a creased forehead, your fingers began to type a short reply when a high-end deep blue Pagani screeched in front of your school building, almost making your mini skirt fly through the grass field with your hair bunching into your face. Your sockets nearly spilled out the moment the window panelled down, revealing your grumpy, sore-headed rich guy, Taehyun.
His stern eyes darted into your slumped figure, your mouth hanging open as you removed the lost strands from your sight. Then his gaze turned into a glare the moment he saw you clutching your phone.
“So, your phone does work,” He gritted, words fluid into his lips. “Just not for me, I presume?”
Stammering into composing your words, you ended up with a nervous chuckle. Lost in thoughts, your eyes begin to scatter in your surroundings, feeling your nape burn with the confused and amused looks that people are throwing at you—or mostly at the guy in front of you and his million-dollar car.
“Ah—Uhm…” Your eyes went back at him, who was obviously running out of patience with how fast he was tapping the wheel. It wasn't like the Taehyun you thought you knew; he tends to be calm and collected whenever you see each other.
Taehyun’s brow furrowed, sighing audibly before getting out of the vehicle. You quietly stood on the sidewalk, head hanging low, as you could hear some murmuring around you. His calloused hand went to grab yours, his other hand lifting your chin to level his sight. The uneasiness in his face was evident, almost like he was intently shoving away all the softness within him.
“Get in the car.”
Shivers ran through your skin with how thick his voice sounded, stoic round eyes piercing through you that proved he carried enough headache from all the ignoring you did this whole morning alone. You forced your body to nod, timidly following his heavy steps as he opened the door for you.
There was a part of you that felt a little thrilled that you were now getting to know another side of your so-called sugar daddy, but still, you barely knew the guy to begin with. His silences are new to you, and you cannot even grasp that exasperation spilling out of his body language. He was meticulously moving, careful and almost light—so light that you didn't feel his fingers reaching to fasten your seatbelt.
You came back from your thoughts when you heard the seatbelt click, slightly taken aback when you noticed that he was leaning too close—the closest he had ever been in the last couple of weeks. His arms are flexed on your side, busy eyes scanning your face like he was reading you bare.
“Why are you ignoring me?” Taehyun deliberately asked, moving an inch closer so that you could almost share the same air. “Hm?” The subtle hum that came from him made your throat dry, your heart now in a rapid pace as you knew the truth would just piss him off even more. Your reason to ignore him was too absurd in the first place; it is all just you doubting him and his overall approach to you.
Gathering all of your confidence, you found his shoulder to at least maintain a bit of distance, but he didn’t budge, causing you to internally panic. “Just–ahm…” The word began to falter from your lips, a lump forming on your throat at how intense his gaze is.
“Just what?” He pressed, eyes darting down to your trembling lips. A smirk began to form on his lips, his hand resting on the side of your seat began crawling onto your exposed thigh. “I thought we agreed that you can always talk to me about everything, huh?” His tone shifts, fingers begin climbing up to your covered skin that gives shivers on your nerves.
Puzzled at his sudden touchy gestures, you gave his shoulder another unsuccessful push. “What are you doing?” The question blurts out of your mouth, freezing him on the spot. “What do you think I am doing?” The older countered, head tilting to the side.
“I think you are not being yourself.” Your voice was barely heard in your own ears, cheeks heating up when he snickered in return. Taehyun finally moved backwards, relaxing in the driver’s seat. “Why, what would I be if I am being myself?” He asked, hand resting on your thigh while his thumb rubbed soft circles.
You turned to face him, momentarily taken aback as he was already staring at you before lowering his gaze to your lips—again. Despite the butterflies swirling in your stomach, you gave him an awkward, cracked smile. “Uhh… You—” A deep breath left you before your palms found your heated face.
“If you are your usual self, then you wouldn’t be touching me.”
The confusion painted on his face was evident, pupils narrowing with his lips hung apart. You waited silently as he processed what you had just said, legs bouncing on your seat in agitation. You expect him to lecture you, or even laugh at the nonsense you are saying, yet he remains quiet. Swiftly combing his hair upward before fastening his own seatbelt.
“Tyun?” You hesitantly called, cold sweat forming in your temple. He glanced at you shortly, giving a crooked grin before looking at the road.
“Did I offend—?”
“Let's have something unusual then.”
“THIRTY-FOURTH FLOOR.”
The elevator's loud ding rang in your ear in an eerie way, almost sure that it was a calm warning of an approaching storm. Your ride with Taehyun was still and calm; neither of you talked for the rest of the ride.
It was the longest 45 minutes of your life, with millions of thoughts coming through you—from him burying you alive to the old guy locking you up in his gold-plated house to dress you up like a sick man you see in the movies.
However, everything that Taehyun does is always far from what you have expected.
He brought you into one of the hotels he owns, where his surname is plastered everywhere you look. Taehyun kindly offered you his palm, a small smile sitting on his lips. “Come with me.” His tone was too soothing for your liking, as it was too soothing for a guy who was overly pissed an hour ago.
“Where are we?” You asked, carefully stepping onto the marbled floor as he led you into the center of the room. You are totally lost for words at what greeted your eyes.
Shining four-layered chandeliers hanging on the tall coffered ceiling, glass-made walls surrounding the place that show the tantalizing skyline of your city, and of course, the exquisite collection from different artists that he shared with you one-by-one on your third date.
“My main penthouse,” He simply replied, before gesturing to you to sit down on his velvet sofa. “You are the first woman I brought here.”
A wave of heat flashed in your cheeks looking up at him, who had his eyes on the view outside. Your brows cannot help but furrow at his words, adding more doubt to your clouded mind. “Not even your mom?” The consistent prying made him chuckle, fingers brushing into your tinted cheeks, “There would be no sense in buying her one if she will pester me here.”
Lips apart in his answer, Taehyun took the chance to run his thumb through your bottom lip, dark eyes baring into yours like a predator. “I know you have something in mind.” He paused, pushing his finger further until it rested on your teeth. “Do I have to get you talking?”
Soft gasps left you, heart pumping fast at his unpredictable actions. “Ahm–” His brow corked at your choked-up reply, pulling out his thumb before spreading the small amount of saliva clinging to his fingertip to your now smudged lips.
“Yeah?” He hummed, smirking at your messed-up state below him, “Do I need to buy you a penthouse too? Just so you could get your mouth to work?”
You swore you had seen his jaw tighten when you failed to answer him. “Haven't I spoiled you enough?” He grilled, swiping his thumb to your cheek. Your lips trembled at his unfamiliar touch, your chest heaving in panic at his glare. “Or did I spoil you too much that you tried to get ahead of me?”
Taehyun's eyes lightened the moment you abruptly shook your head, “It’s not like that,” Your response nearly became a whimper when his arm snaked around your waist, ignoring the lack of distance between your bodies. “I'm just confused,” His shoulder tensed at your answer, confusion-laden wide eyes going all over the place like he was thoroughly dissecting your words.
“Confused about what?” His tone was cautious, leaning further until you could feel the tip of his nose ghosting against yours. Your palms mindlessly went to his shoulders, clutching his sleeves as it got harder for you to breathe.
“About this—Us.” You managed to voice out, mentally pissed off with how helpless you are in his arms. His lips began to trail into your flushed cheek, leaving you stiff under his feathery kisses. Taehyun hummed in response, his palm on your waist slowly creeping into the fabric of your top.
His kisses went down to your jaw, giving you tingling feelings that urged you to give him more access. “Go on,” He mumbled in your skin, earning a soft gasp from you. “Because you never asked me for anything…” Words start to slip out of your mouth, eyes tight shut in an undeniable sensation.
“That so?” He sneered at your reason, leaving damp kisses on your neck. “Is that the reason why you are ignoring me?” A subtle moan came from you when he started to suck your skin, lips glazing into your neck like a forbidden fire that riles up your lower stomach.
“And—” You faltered halfway when you felt his hot tongue gliding into the spot he had been sucking, thighs now clamped shut as your panties started to pool up with your essence. His palm on your back doesn’t do you any better; its warmth burns your skin at the slightest shift.
“And?” Taehyun’s hot breath clouds your slumped brain, tongue swirling into the freshly made hickey he made. “And, you still haven’t—haaah shit…” The older guy smirked within your skin, utterly proud of how you were collapsing beneath him even with his slightest touch.
“I haven’t what?” He teased, his hand travelling into your closed thighs, fingers playing the hem of your skirt. You bit your lower lip as your eyes fluttered open, only to be welcomed by Taehyun peppering your neck up to your chin.
The urge to kiss his plump lips has been bubbling in your mind since the day you first saw him, but tonight, his red lips have become too much to resist. Like it was sweetly tempting you to lean in and have a real taste of him. Taehyun gave your thigh a soft squish, intently amused at how you were looking at him like an uptight virgin who hadn’t kissed anyone.
“You were saying?” His tone was barely condescending, but you could feel the hint of imperiousness in it. “Taehyun…” You could feel how your ears burned in embarrassment with how sultry you sounded, fist clinging to him to help you merely compose yourself.
“Yes, doll? What haven’t I done to you aside from bringing you to bed with me, hm?” Swiftly, you felt him in your ear, nose sniffing your scent like he usually does every time he gives you a kiss on the cheek.
There was a part of you that was quite grateful that he sat you down on his sofa before stimulating you with his feverish actions, as you could sense your knees shaking from how husky he sounded seconds ago.
“You haven’t told me why you kept on treating and spoiling me like this,” You murmured, secretly praying that he wouldn’t take it against you. Taehyun halted his movements, using his one knee to separate your thighs with force. He then planted his knee between your flesh, dangerously close to where you need him most.
“Like what exactly?” His tone is now constricted, giving you an internal conflict with what answer you should give to him. “Like…” You tried to come up with something, but your brain was in no shape to think. Gently cupping your face, he sighed in defeat.
“Is this about you thinking why I kept on spoiling you even if I do not consider you as a sugar baby? Who, from what I know, must act with her body to somewhat pay back my generosity?”
A grimace formed on your face, as you did not expect how petty the situation sounded. And, even though it was embarrassing, you gave him a short nod. Taehyun licked his lips in disbelief, standing properly with his hands on his hips.
“So you are ignoring me because…” He paused for a beat, as if he couldn't believe how your mind works about the situation you are in. “Because you are too deprived of what else I could offer?”
It feels like a punch to the gut to be confronted by your own stupid thoughts, head lowered in such embarrassment. Taehyun knelt down, levelling himself to your figure. A finger lifted your chin, lips in a small pout as you faced him.
“Do you really want me to show you how I would treat a sugar baby?”
His voice was stern, almost like he had been restraining himself from lashing out at you. Excitement bubbles into your chest. This is what you have been waiting for—a new side of him, another part of his personality that you want to indulge yourself into. And despite the lingering danger of uncertainty, you gave him a short nod.
WITH YOUR THIGHS WRAPPED IN HIS NECK, YOU COULD BARELY FEEL YOUR LIMBS IN THE LAST THIRTY MINUTES. After giving him your answer, he didn’t waste his time and carried you on his shoulder to pin you to the nearest glass wall. From there, the only thing you could remember is the rough sound of your clothes ripping out and his strong, muscular arms wrapping around your neck while his cock drills on you from behind.
The city lights become blurred patterns of lines and shapes when Taehyun has you under his control, chest pressed into your exposed back as his hips ram into the curve of your ass in a pace you cannot keep up with. Your clammy palms are slipping off the glass wall while your brain tries to answer every nasty question he throws at you, half of it even worrying about the fact that somebody might know how ruined you are with his thick cock shoved into your tight walls.
And all of that scandalous shit happened just thirty minutes ago.
Now, you are lying down on the same sofa, naked from top to bottom, with your rich old guy dicking you straight to the heap of your stomach. After noticing how much you were trembling after cumming not so long ago, Taehyun actually tossed you around until you landed onto the cushions.
You are all sore and sensitive from your high, but he seems to be too consumed by lust to even take a break from thrusting his rock-hard cock into your hole. The view you had was beyond what you had imagined. Taehyun looks absolutely majestic with his toned upper body going rigid and sweaty at his every move above you. His one hand was supporting your feeble legs, with the other busy caressing your mounds that were violently jiggling.
“Fu–Fuck… Too—haaah…” Throat too dry from moaning and wailing out his name, your voice was almost scratched, even inaudible as the lewd sound of your skin slapping envelopes the room. He scoffed in response, his palm crawling into your abdomen to put pressure on the bulge, carving into your stomach.
He was intently deep, his cock reaching further into your walls that you could feel your insides getting untangled at his every thrust.
“Too much?” He breathes, grinning at the sight of your back arching in pleasure when he presses into your stomach harder. The oversensitivity that was surging through your nerves has turned your body numb, mind hyperfixating on the delicious drag of his veiny cock and how it is actively pulsating deep into your gummy walls.
“Please… Oh, God!” You haven’t got the chance to take a breather when he suddenly slammed his whole length through your pussy, lips parted in shock as the luscious feeling got mixed with pain.
“What do you beg for?” Taehyun grunts, jaw locked as if he were thoroughly focused on fucking you raw until you go feral. “For me to stop or for me to wreck this needy hole of yours, hm?”
He began to pick up the pace again, low growls leaving him while palming the bulge evident in your belly. “You feel me that deep?” He asked, overly breathless, with his grip on your flesh growing harsher. Answering with a frantic nod, the smirk on his face went wider.
“As you should, you desperate whore.”
Your mind was convulsing at his every word and action, stuffed cunt pouring out sticky globs of mixtures of your cum and his. The way the furniture squeaks at his every pound has also caught your ears, adding another pang of sensation to your aching core.
From how he maneuvers his way to your body, you could easily tell that Taehyun was beyond experienced in bed. Your cunt has never felt this overused before, and it hasn't been an hour since he started using your body as his prized possession to fuck.
“Is this what you want, doll?” He grilled, licking his lips before angling his hips in a certain way he knew would drive you delirious. A loud, abrupt squeal came from your throat, eyes fluttering open in shock as you felt him hit a perfectly good spot to settle his heavy cock in.
“Being used as a fucktoy? Being treated as a fucking cheap girl, huh?” Your walls clenched at the way he cursed at you—not only because it was intensely hot coming from his mouth, but also because it was the first time you ever heard him cuss in front of you.
And how lucky you are to hear it while he was fucking you with all of his might.
Drool starts foaming into the corners of your mouth before you can even form an answer, your grip on the sofa's plush velvet fabric going firmer. A snarky chuckle came from him as your pussy started to snug him tighter, languid pleas trailing in your quivering lips as you felt yourself being pushed into another level of heaven.
“Yeees–W‐Wait… Need to–Tyun!” There is no doubt that he had fucked many girls before you; he knows very well how to perfectly place his cock inside a pussy. His thick girth doesn't fail his performance either, nearly feeling his tip blocking your airway from how far he had reached your walls. It was no mystery why there was another searing wave of sensation building into your abdomen, not when his cock had your body under strict control.
“Gonna cum on my cock again, darling?” The older teased, fingers crawling into your slick-coated slit. Shivers run through your veins, unable to keep yourself focused on his cock drilling into you when he kept on sliding his finger into your sensitive clit.
Your pupils trembled when he suddenly leaned in, halting his movements before pulling out his tongue to slide it over your jaw. “You cannot have yourself demanding something like this if you cannot keep up with me.” He roughly whispered into your ears, pulling out halfway only to harshly pound himself into your pussy without having any care if you break into a million pieces.
His hand playing with your clit went to cup your cheeks—so rough that you could feel his nails piercing into your skin. “This is why I didn't ask you for anything.” Taehyun's voice was dark and chilling, enough to make tears form in the corners of your eyes. The organized, calm guy you knew has completely turned into a ruthless, brutal demon-like fucker.
The way his eyes sparkled when your tears began to fall altered your mushy brain, ragged breaths leaving your lungs when he started moving his hips again.
“Because I knew you were too weak and naive for what I am capable of.”
wawi's notes: woah hello >< I FINALLY FINISHED ANOTHA REQUEST ??!?!?! and this came from the wonderful mind of my twin, @igyusita <3, I LOVE U SO MUCH TWINNIE !! hehe thank u for reading this piece, mwa mwa mwa to everyone <3 likes, reblogs, and comments are BEYOND appreciated :p !!
i feel like I've requested something before ? idk, but heres one if i havent and another if i have 😳
hueningkai x reader where they were able to go on a like week/two week long beach trip, and kai can't resist seeing reader in her tiny bikinis, and he cuts the beach day short, and he drags reader back to the house and one thing leads to the next ?
if you're too busy with your other fics, its okay, but thanks in advance if you can !!
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ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: Kai wants to enjoy his vacation with you: sightseeing, relaxing, bathing in the summer heat, but he’s a little preoccupied thinking about all the ways he would have more fun as soon as he sees your choice of swimwear…
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: NSFW, minors do not interact, established relationship, smut, sexual tension, Kai getting turned on a lot, kissing, praise, dirty talk, oral (f rec), unprotected sex, pulling out, cum eating, multiple rounds mentioned
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3k
𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ⚠︎
𝙆𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨…⋆˚࿔ it’s always an honor to do your request my loveeee!!!🤭💗
loveeee this prompt so much too i just love summer and it’s so fun to write Kai getting all worked up like this >ᴗ<
There are a few perks that Kai can think of to having vacation days away from being a famous idol demanded by everyone. One; his body is gifted with a well deserving rest after countless days and weeks of pushing it to its limits, breaking sweat after sweat in practice rooms to then sprint between schedules and complete comebacks with the utmost precision. It's much too taxing after a while and his body feels it too, some days he barely stumbles through the bedroom door to the comforted retreat of his bed. If anything needed a vacation, it was his overworked muscles barely hanging on by a thread.
Two; he can use the time to explore corners of the world he's never yet stepped foot on, places he'd never visit on tour so they'd be otherwise left undiscovered, the secret spots that serve the best dishes and the views that could only be described as otherworldly. It's all an oyster; begging to be cracked open and uncovered, cultures and languages and lifestyles he feels rich to experience an inch of.
Most importantly; he can spend his time with the one person he most craves to - you. Here, on this secluded island in the middle of the ocean, a world away from the responsibilities that tie you both down and away from each other, he has you all to himself. It's exactly where he'd like to keep you forever if things permitted. Just you, the gentle roar of the ocean as you both unwind your nervous systems from all stressful stimuli - and those tiny goddamn bikinis you insist on wearing that has his blood pressure skyrocketing far more than any performance, stage or concert could ever give him.
As soon as you'd stepped out of the hotel rooms restroom he knew he was done for. He thinks there'd be more material covering you if you wore a singular thread of dental floss, hardly anything of the cerulean bikini to cover the curves of your body, the supple flesh he longs to dig his fingers into and he'd hardly have to work at all to rip the flimsy thing from you.
He salivates at the sight of you unknowingly bouncing to the low hum of music you have playing as you ready yourself, bending to reach items from your case and he emanates a low groan, throwing his head back against the bed with his hands to his eyes, shielding himself from the temptation.
It alerts you immediately, snapping up to see him writhing on the bed as though in pain and you worry "Kai, you okay?"
He's not proud but the pitch in your voice makes his cock jump in his swim trunks, you sound genuinely concerned and all he can think of is how close your breasts are to spilling out the side, front and bottom of your bikini top, teasing his minds imagination to what lays behind the shred of cloth even though he's seen it a thousand times over. That's what makes this worse though; to know the sweet nectar of your body is concealed by such insignificant means and he isn't permitted to touch; you've told him repeatedly how excited you are for a beach day and you won't let anything stop you now you're here, minutes away from a tropical paradise so his wandering eyes will have to wait and he knows so.
"How do you expect me to keep my hands to myself when you look like...that!?" He regains enough mental fortitude to sit back up, a hand gesturing to your entire body and immediately you know the filth that's on his mind, you'll be having none of it "would you rather I wear a sweater and pants?" You scoff and brush your hair in the mirror, not giving him the satisfaction of observing his outburst.
But the mirrors reflection displays everything with the same clarity as though you were still facing him, with your arms hiked above your head and stretched a gust of wind would blow away your bikini and he thank it for it.
"Fuck no - I just... are you sure we can't just skip today and stay in bed?" You turn to him once more, a pout on your lips telling him how disappointed you are that the thought even came to him and all he sees is the way your lipgloss shimmers, wondering how it would look smeared across your cheeks as you swallow around him-
-"You know I've been looking forward to this, can't you behave for one day?" As though you read his mind, you softly chastise him for it and he whines once more "this is torture!"
You can only laugh at his pain, a thunderous expression on Kai's face the entire walk down to the beachfront and where you lay your towels on the sand under the shade of an umbrella. Despite the sun beating down, each of his features paints him gloomy like rain clouds rolling in; it's not often you see your boyfriend so sullen but he looks as though the sun has slapped him for even attempting to have fun and that just won't do. So you pass the sunscreen bottle out with expecting hands, met only with confused countenance.
Turning your back towards him and adjusting your hair to the side, he finally seems to grasp what you're asking of him and hopes you don't hear the audible gulp of his throat constricting. What you had expected to be an innocent task is nothing short of a test of endurance for him, if he can keep his blood settled enough to not rush straight south the moment he makes contact with your soft skin but you seem to purposefully make it more difficult for him the moment you untie the string of your bikini for an unobstructed application.
Now his mouth has gone dry, to add insult to injury the only thing holding up your top is your weak grasp, barely even clutching it to your chest and he can see how close you are to nudity even from the angle. Utterly dumbfounded, an almost primal reaction to the sight of you, hunched over and awaiting him he almost throws the damn sunblock away; you'll catch no sun if he's on top of you, if he had his way that's how you'd be right now, under him and the sheets of the hotel room. Instead you're glancing back expectantly, prodding him into action.
As soon as the chill of the cream touches your skin you flinch, mumbling something about how he should have warmed it in his hands first but all he can focus on is the way you react to his touch, arching each time he swipes across your hips, nothing more he wants to do than dig fingertips in and hold you there to have his way with you. He would if your position allowed for it, though a crowded beach isn't the place he'd like to create a scene or a scandal, that would be for just the two of you, behind the privacy of your rooms door.
"Thanks, baby. Turn, I'll do you!" Jovially you spin around, waiting for him to do the same. There's payoff here for Kai; he no longer has to resist staring straight at your barely clad body and neither touch you making it so much more difficult for his hands to not have a mind of their own. But now you're all over him, massaging the sunscreen right into shoulders so sensually it curdles his stomach, passing breaths to cool himself down. It'll be a miracle if he curbs heatstroke from your palms smoothing around his waist, burning hotter than the uv rays basking everything the sun touches.
It's over the moment you place a sweet kiss in the juncture of his neck where it meets behind his ear; pure, instinctual desire driving him as he flips you down on the towel beneath him, towering above with not even an inch of guilt when you yelp with surprise.
"Don't make me wait all day to have this... please" his head drops to whisper right where you had kissed him, replicating the same action for you but he lingers just a second longer than you had, intentional with his yearning in a way that spins your head.
Technically speaking, the two of you aren't doing anything explicit; his hands rest beside your waist at a safe distance and he's hovering above you, skin isn't even touching but it feels all too scandalous, so taboo to even be within his proximity when he's so headset on one thing and one thing alone; you.
You thought you wanted this day; to finally spend some well earned time relaxing with your boyfriend who works far too hard, to breathe in the salt air as nothing demands the two of you but the promise of a cooling dip in tropical waters. You still do, although now you think you're beginning to want something else a little more.
You want Kai, and he's making it clear he wants you more.
"We can't... here..." you're breathless as his lips ghost along your neck, testing the waters to how far he can go while it feels like all eyes stare at you because a guilty mind is a conscious one.
"Then we're going back..." the decision he makes for the both of you, sitting up and gathering the few items you had actually unpacked, the towels rested on the sand that he hooks on his forearm to save time folding them away and his fingers laced in yours as you trek the short distance back.
And again he wastes no time as soon as the door shuts behind you, carelessly discarding the beach bags to the ground in replacement for feeling you up, his hands have been far too preoccupied with others things for far too long considering this is what they desired all along, running up and down your sides to guide you against the closest wall. Adept fingers untie the pathetic string holding together your bikini, or lack there of, no use for it now as it falls to the floor. As delicious as it looked it shrouded from what he wants so he drops to his knees and hikes your thigh to rest upon his broad shoulder. With your core now inches from his face, there's barely a pause to feel shock or modesty, not with how he glances up to you, swearing you see hearts sparkling in his irises.
"Waited so long to taste you..." he can scarcely finish his own sentence before he gorges himself on you, tongue lapping up through your folds greedily. You yelp into the back of your hand, stabilising yourself against the wall with another flat palm as he ravenously licks, the wanton slurping sounds spilling out so treacherously obscene. This isn't the beachfront; no visual onlookers but with the rapid pace his tongue is settling with you're faltering every second to withhold squeals and shrieks from the neighbouring rooms to hear.
"Don't hold back... let me hear you" imploring, he knows you're reserving those delectable whines but if he has to he'll draw them out himself, wrapping lips and suckling around your bud. When he's gifted with the sweetest whimper, dripping honey right into his ears he knows you won't last long, especially not with how you're tugging at the roots of his dark locks.
"Kai...."
Rapaciously consuming, you struggle to hold yourself up with how he moves against you, holding onto him so tightly you're sure it's imprinting your fingernails into his shoulder but he couldn't seem to care, teasing his wet muscle against your entrance. Along with the ripples of his voice hushing against you, muffled with his reluctance to part you feel the wave of your orgasm wash straight through before you can warn.
"Tastes so good-my god, baby..."
More high pitched mewls of his name spilling from the tip of your tongue while his drinks up the rest of your release, reluctantly parting so he can get a view of your face, how fucked out - pure dazed you appear already and he’s barely started. You hear him playfully chuckle, glancing down but his eyes are still glazed with hunger “hope you’re ready for me-”
He wraps your arms around his shoulders for you to carry you to the bed, your legs would probably give out the second you took a step and he needs your strength up for what he’s about to do, resting you so gently against the edge of the bed and prompting you to lay as he climbs atop of you. His lips latch against your own in a commanding kiss, reeling you in until all you taste is the faint undertones of your previous release and him, swallowing moans as you feel his hands shuffle his swim shorts down between the both of you. He’s far too impatient for much else and one orgasm should be enough to sufficiently prep you enough.
You’d beg to differ; Kai knows he’s big but fails to comprehend the stretch each time, misremembering how much it takes for you to accommodate his size in the fog of his compulsion, pushing hips inside you with resistance.
“Tight… so tight! Oh my god it’s so good…” blathering praise, he bottoms out and stills as you writhe against him.
“Need more, Kai” he’s filling you up with painful constriction but you still beg for more; more tension and more friction despite the sting. An itch to feel everything. He kisses away the scrunch around your eyes from the intrusion, setting a slow pace despite what you asked for; it doesn’t matter, you feel him all the same, every ridge of him pulling out to thrust back inside, nudging that soft spot so deep each time.
Your hands snap to the bed sheets beside your hips, tugging until knuckles turn white to hold you through the lunges as he dives into you, bed squeaking as the headboard knocks the wall “slow down…they-they’ll hear us -“
“The neighbours? Promise you they don’t care, look around, baby. This is where everyone dreams of fucking…” you drop your head towards the balcony doors, still ajar from when you left and the fan of the palm leaves curtain your vision as the trees stand tall, aquamarine sky to rival the allure of the ocean you know lays below what you can see from the bed, the gentle breeze blowing through and the repetitive motion of his cock ramming inside you. This must be the closest to heaven on earth you’ve been.
“Look so beautiful like this…more than anything” lips skimming along your neck with teeth tugging the string of the bikini top still clinging against you. Pulling your hips impossibly closer to dive deeper, nudging so far it feels like he’s in your stomach and your eyes roll, overwhelmingly full “gonna make me cum already…”
You feel it too, how he pants against your skin in breathless fashion, the slight stutter between thrusts to lengthen out the impending release looming over him. Though if you permit, he’ll spend all day repeating the same promise to have you squirming underneath him.
“Need it, Kai… cum for me” like a siren call you supplicate your desire to him, inside or on you; you’ll take all that he gives to you readily. There’s nothing to hold out for anymore, you’re imploring for it and he’s not one to withhold anything from you, the few last thrusts wreck you before he pulls out, leaning over you as he pumps his cock to release, he groans hoarsely as his cum paints your bikini top with pretty dots of white against the blue. What doesn’t drip there hits your cleavage, dribbling down the valley of your breasts as you squeeze them together like a target for him.
“So hot. So fucking hot!” His throat scratches the whine he passes, barely able to hold his stare on you but to look away would be a bigger loss, to not witness you desperately feening for every last drop would devastate.
“So good, Kai”
You can’t resist but swipe your thumb across your chest, collecting his seed to bring to your lips, wrapping tongue around the taste and he throws his head back in a whimpering mess, throbbing back to almost full hardness in an instant. He has no shirt to pull down so you lift to your elbows and grip the hair on the nape of his neck, pulling his attention and lips to you once more. He’s perfectly content here, lost between the passionate kiss and your fingers gently stroking his locks, feeling the loss when you break away just slightly to murmur
“I hope you’re not done, you took me away from the beach day I wanted so much, aren’t you going to make the most of it?” You teasingly pout, looking up with big doe eyes that only invite more and he’s your willing servant.
“Don’t worry about me… worry about if you can keep up” flipping you to your stomach, you excitedly giggle until you feel him lining up at your entrance once again, holding off movement until you’re pushing back in search of him. The sight fuels his pride, pressing chest to your back with most of his weight crushing you to the mattress. You don’t care, you only want him to start moving again.
“-because after this I’m taking you on the balcony, you’ll see the beach from there and then you’ll know for sure this is where you’d rather be, with me buried deep inside you, pretty” in a singular thrust he’s filling you up to the brim once more, tears spilling past your cheeks from the new angle as he makes promise to not waste a moment more, pummelling so fast you’re already seeing stars despite the sun still hanging high above you.
He’s right, this is where you wish to remain for the rest of your trip, even if you both leave more exhausted than when you came.
This was a request from @kai-is-a-penguin (sorry it took so long) <3
Huening Kai || Under the sunlight
Not even at nights you had time to see your boyfriend anymore. The preparation for their new world tour were intense and he wasn't back till very late at nights. The only time you had together now were a few brief moments in the soft glow of the mornings. And he made it count.
⚠: idol!au, established!relationship, explicit sexual content, porn without plot, subby!Kai, sub!reader, switch?, consensual somnophilia, sleepy morning sex, slight exhibitionism, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), pull-out method (at your own risk I guess), don't know if I forget smth!
It was only very early in the morning when you felt Kai's presence around you.
Lately it has been like that, he was too busy with the group's promotion schedules that he barely had time to come home and rest. You didn't complain of course, you knew how demanding idol life was and you didn't want to burden him more. But the truth is that you missed him so much.
"Mm..." you hummed sleepily when you felt his hand sneaking around your waist. "Hey love." he responded, voice hoarse from sleep. He placed a featherlight kiss on back of your neck, trailing further down. "I missed you." he sighed dreamily in your ear.
"I missed you too." you responded, melting under his touch. "Please..." he said, his hand on your waist, moving further down "Let me..." You caught the messege, "Please..." you responded. You didn't need to say anything else, he was above you, already pushing your panties aside.
His mouth was on you, trailing kisses along your collarbones, his warm tongue leaving goosebumps on your skin while two fingers ran through your folds, coating them with your arousal. "Hm, Kai..." you exhaled, your body shaking from arousal, practically begging him to fuck you already, "I need you, please."
"Don't worry my sweet girl, I'll take good care of you." he responded, taking his hand away from your pussy and bringing it to his mouth, licking his fingers clean. The sinful sight almost made you cum on the spot. His hands fumbled with his boxers to get rid of them. The next thing you knew was him slowly pushing inside your awaiting hole, filling you to the brim.
"Ahh!" you moaned at the feeling, you missed this so much. He a moment he stayed still, not being able to handle how you felt around him. He missed this too, very much so. He was breathing heavily next to your ear, his breath hot against your skin, his lips grazing the spot behind your lobe.
Then, he started moving, slow and shallow strokes until he couldn't hold back anymore. Soon, his movements turned sloppy and deep, the affects of sleep still clinging to him.
His skin felt feverish against yours, your sweat mixing with each other's as he moved atop you, chest pressed on your back. "Mm-ah!" you moaned when he hit that spot deep inside you that sent shivers down your spine.
You buried your head in the pillows, trying to muffle the sounds so the other members wouldn't hear you getting ruined by Kai. But his hand found the back of your head, fingers mingling through your hair and turned your head to face him.
"I wanna hear you..." his voice airy and desperate, "please." he said, pulling you into a messy kiss. But you couldn't keep up with it from good he made you feel that you just ended up moaning shamelessly in his mouth.
"Ah, Hyuka!" you moaned against his lips. He licked the drool that formed your bottom lip, leaving a string of saliva connecting you two. "Mm, you feel so good." he groaned, his head falling on your shoulder.
With those deep, desperate thrusts, it didn't take you long to make reach your peak. "Hyu I-" you tried to say but your orgasm caught you first, hot white pleasure erupting throughout your whole body, making your body spasm beneath his.
He kept moving inside you, helping ride down from your high until you were trembling and over-sensitive. When he felt his own orgasm approaching, he quickly pulled out, stroking himself a few more times before he came on your ass with a broken whimper.
After that, his body collapsed atop yours, his head buried in the crook of your neck. "Mm, I love you Y/n, so very much." he whispered breathlessly, lips ghosting your skin. "I love you too Hyuka, so very much." you responded, leaning to kiss his cheek.
"I love you more." he said, so sweetly it almost melted you. Then, he pulled in for a slow, passionate kiss. When you pulled away for air, he was looking at you with the most loving eyes, like he was hoping his eyes could show how much he truly loved you.
But then he just just had to say something stupid and ruin it, or he wouldn't be Kai.
"You think they heard us?" you asked worriedly, the reality that all the members were just behind those walls. "Most definitely with the way you screamed my name." he responded with a smug look. Your face instantly heat up, hiding in Kai's chest.
"Jerk." you muttered embarrassed. "You know you love me." he laughed at your antics, pulling you closer in his arms. "I do, unfortunately." you said, kissing him again.
💌: this is not proof read and suuuuper short because i found it in my drafts and decided to feed y'all + no labels part 02 is coming out soon and dada is EXCITED and thinking abt yeonjun constantly. enjoy!
genre: yeonbin x fem!reader threesome (kinda crack-ish)
wc: 1.3k
warnings: soft dom!soobin & yeonjun, they're eiffel tower-ing reader, they argue but its not angsty at all its just incredibly stupid, very brief mention of yeonjun wearing a suit (or at least he was wearing one), oral (m!receiving), deep throating, backshots, yeonjun praises reader a bit, soobin is referred to as bunny, littleeee bit of mxm but its just kissing, soobin’s a little bit rough, slight face fucking towards the end, yeonjun cums in readers mouth, soobin cums inside reader, idk i probably missed a couple but whatever
You’re moaning and trying your best to keep your lips wrapped around yeonjun’s dick as his best friend of over ten years stretches the tight walls of your cunt open. You should be having a great time right now. You should be going stupid from the stimulation. But instead—
They're arguing.
Every time another stupid sentence leaves Yeonjun’s mouth, Soobin fucks into you harder. He doesn’t mean to, but Yeonjun is being so annoying right now. Poor bunny is trying so hard to be gentle while his drama queen of a friend continues running his mouth.
You're filled from both ends, body shaken back and forth between the two bickering men. They’ve been going at it non stop for hours now. Not even sex has seemed to shake them. It’s exhausting to say the least.
"You changed the decorations I picked, asshole!"
"Yeah, because you decided to pick them without asking me first."
"Well you would’ve just said no anyways, because you— ah— you have awful taste."
"Can you two please shut up! I'm trying to cum!"
You try to get them to continue focusing on the task at hand, fucking you, but they just grunt at each other. Soobin continuing to slam roughly into you, too irritated to remember to be gentle. Not that you’re complaining though, your sweet bunny is rarely ever rough. Yeonjun on the other hand is just simply too stubborn to completely let go of this pointless argument, even as he stares down at your pretty mouth swallowing his cock whole.
You’re so close to heaven, with Soobin relentlessly pounding into you as he moans and grunts and Yeonjun letting out the prettiest whimpers and leaning back onto his hands. You love having them like this, even if their endless back-and-forth is starting to get on your last nerve. Yeonjun’s mouth is slightly agape and his tie is hanging loosely around his neck, his blazer discarded somewhere on the floor. His pants are unbuttoned and boxers pulled down just enough for his leaky cock to be freed. You can’t see Soobin, but you’re willing to bet his hair is falling in his face and his pretty lips are glistening with leftover saliva from licking them constantly.
Even as you manage to shut them up for a bit, Soobin has started purposely slamming his hips flush with your ass, making you deepthroat Yeonjun. Which in turn, is making him whine pathetically as his hands dig into the sheets.
Soobin thought it was amusing at first, making Yeonjun loose his composure more than he already was to get him to finally shut up. But it wasn’t so funny when Yeonjun started obviously getting close to climax, his head tipping back and his moans getting higher and higher. He’s been nothing but a bitch all day long, he doesn’t deserve to cum first.
Yeonjun’s head shoots back up, staring daggers into Soobin’s eyes when your mouth is suddenly no longer around his dick. Soobin had yanked you back, hands tight on your hips. He couldn’t help but smirk seeing Yeonjun look so annoyed.
"What the fuck??” Yeonjun spits.
If looks could kill, Soobin would’ve been long gone right now. Yeonjun is not too happy with being edged right as he was about to cum so far down your warm throat.
“What? I didn’t do anything.” Soobin smiles, feigning innocence as his movements start to slow, more focused on getting back at his best friend than fucking you.
You were so close to cumming. But yet again, your momentary bliss is put on hold while the men argue. You could almost roll your eyes right now if it weren’t for Yeonjun gently grabbing your cheeks and feeding his dick right back in. Seems he’s choosing to ignore Soobin for once.
“Ahh fuck yesyesyes, just like that” Yeonjun moans out as your lips wrap back around him, his hands on the sides of your face slowly guiding you down.
“Feels so good, keep going please fuck— oh my god… You’re so pretty, so good at this” he babbles on.
You love when he gets like this, so pretty and dazed from the stimulation that he just talks and talks. Even in bed Yeonjun never knows how to stop talking.
Soobin however, does not love it. Even as he picks his pace back up and resumes fucking in and out of you, he’s distracted. And fed the fuck up.
“Will you stop— uh— talking please?” Soobin grunts out.
“Why should I listen to you? You don’t ever listen to me.”
“You think the whole world should listen to your stupid ideas.”
Your mouth pops off Yeonjun once again, this time to speak.
“Soobinnn, ‘m so close!” you moan out, feeling that familiar feeling building up in your lower tummy. Soobin’s thrusts have gotten brutal as Yeonjun continued to aggravate him further once again, his tip hitting and abusing your cervix over and over.
Suddenly the feeling of you clenching around Soobin has made itself known, his eyes falling to the sight of himself going in and out of you making him dizzy. He’s no longer busy arguing as he moans and snakes his fingers around you to work at your clit.
“Fuck— Yeah, okay. Go ahead and cum for me.”
Both the attention on Yeonjun’s cock and his words are forgotten now as Soobin’s tunnel visioned on making you cum. Yeonjun is not done talking though, and he’s tired of Soobin ruining everything.
“I want an apology.” he declares firmly.
“What? No way!” Soobin retorts, gaze averting from your dripping cunt back to Yeonjun.
You groan as Soobin’s pace falters once again, his fingers halting all movement at the absurdity of his friends words.
You’re pissed. If these two idiots would just shut up for one minute you would’ve came ages ago.
“What do you mean ‘no way’?” Yeonjun questions as he pushes his dick inside your warm mouth once again. “I deserve one! You’re the one who’s been a jerk all day long.”
“Me? You’re the one who’s been going around bad mouthing me to everyone just because you can’t handle not getting your way!” Soobin spits back, having completely stopped all movement now.
That’s it. You are sick and tired of your orgasm being put on hold over and over for them to continue having the worlds dumbest argument.
“Will you both just fucking kiss and make up?! You’re both jerks because you won’t let me cum!” You practically cry out, removing your mouth from Yeonjun once again as your eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.
And that may have just been the best thing you’ve ever said.
Were they finally quiet? No. But were they still arguing? Nope!
They couldn’t when they were too busy moaning into each others mouths as they make out above you. Yeonjun’s up on his knees now to reach Soobin better, thrusting harshly in and out of your wet mouth. Soobin’s no better, bullying his cock into you relentlessly. Both their paces barely steady, and you know it won’t be much longer before they both cum.
And lo and behold, Yeonjun was the first to go. Moaning loudly into Soobin’s mouth as he shoved himself as far down your throat as he possibly could. Your nose buried into his pelvis as cum spurts into your mouth. You could feel yourself getting dizzy, finally feeling the warmth build back up in your stomach. Soobin must’ve felt it too as his fingers reach down to rub at your neglected clit once again.
Within seconds another loud and broken moan rips through the air, and shockingly its your own. As if on cue, Soobin follows right behind. His hands death grip your hips, pulling you down to the base of his cock as he spills inside you. It’s almost beautiful, the moans falling from all three of your mouths, sweat falling from your foreheads, and no more pointless arguing.
Who knew all they needed was to kiss for all of you to come, and cum, together so nicely?
⌗drunkinlove — soobin comes home drunk and needy …
( c. soobin x fem!reader ) • warnings. drunk soobin, face sitting, language, lowkey sub!soobin 𓄵 word count. 682 { back to library }
( yeni’s notes ). when is talking about drunk soobin im always talking about the picture about 😭
the sounds of the continuous banging on your door ripped you completely from your slumber; getting up , barely putting your slippers on before making your way to the door.
“baby!”
you could hear your boyfriend through the door. “baby open up!” he was drunk. you opened the door , the taller boy flew into your arms. “no!” he yelled out , probably waking up a few neighbors in the passing. “no don’t look at her.” he stared down at you. “why are you in your underwear baby?”
“well i was sleep before you started banging on my door , waking up the building”
his friends looked confused; “he’s been drinking all night.” taehyun said. “we told him to calm down , but obviously he doesn’t listen.”
he started mumbling incoherently ; swaying your bodies back and forth. “yeah i can see that.” they scratched the back of their necks awkwardly. they said their goodbyes and you dragged you boyfriend to bed.
“baby , baby i missed you.” his words slurred , you stood in between his legs , taking his flannel off. “i missed you all day.”
his face was red; his cheek pressed against your bare stomach as he pushed your shirt up under your boobs. “soobin you’re drunk , you’re crazy if you think we’re having sex tonight.”
“why?” he kissed your stomach. “don’t you want me to eat your pussy?” he licked your stomach , you felt a tingle , lightly tugging on his hair , pulling him back to look at you — his eyes blown out.
“behave.”
“please.” he whined , pulling you down on top of him , you straddled his waist. “i’ve been thinking about you sitting on my face all night.” he left sloppy kisses along your collarbone. “i could practically taste you all over the soju baby.”
you bit down in your lip to not fuel him anymore , but he wasn’t letting up ; he wasn’t even looking you in your eyes anymore ; zoned in on your covered pussy — you could’ve sworn you saw him drooling before you lightly slapped his face. “come on let’s get you to bed.”
“not until you sit on my face.”
“soobin.” he pulled you on his chest , he could practically taste your cunt. “you’re unbelievable when you’re drunk.” your protest slowly stopping though , soobin taking notice of that , pulling you even further , his mouth so close you can feel him breathing on your pussy.
“fu-fuck soobin,” his stuck his tongue on slightly , teasingly licking your cunt through your panties. “shit.” getting a little taste , setting him off , pulling you fully on top of him , opening his mouth and engulfing your clothed cunt.
he held you down on his face , suffocating himself as he messily ate you through your panties , like the barrier didn’t matter to him , he was getting his fill regardless. “fuck bin i’m gonna cum.”
your body folded over , holding yourself up as you came , moaning his name loudly; but that didn’t stop him , he kept going , still hungry for more. “fuck so-soobin i came.”
he moaned , finally pulling away. “i’m sorry i got carried away.” he sounded even drunker than before. “you just taste so sweet i cant help myself.”
soobin was hard as a rock; palming his cock through his jeans , moaning shamelessly. “i’m so hard , i need you.” he whimpered pathetically. “please can i put in?”
knowing he’d just fall asleep , you came up with a different solution , helping him take off his shoes and pants. you laid down on your back; taking your panties off, inviting him into your arms. “good boy.” whispering in his ear.
“please.” he whimpered , you pulled his cock out from his boxers , jerking him off , feeling him rut into your hand. “please just let me put it in.”
you guided his cock into your hole; he let out a loud whimper; pushing himself all the way inside. “fu-fuck , don’t move.” you moaned , he obeyed. “good boy”
you ran your fingers through his hair softly; he sighed , his eyes fluttering closed , his red drunken face falling still. “i-i love you.” his words slurred , you kissed his forehead.
hey hey i love your works! could i please request an established poly taehyun, beomgyu and reader smut please? maybe one where beomgyu is kind of under the weather because he saw some hate on his recent live and taehyun and reader come to his hotel room to make him feel loved again
𝑆𝐸𝑁𝐷𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸˗ˏˋ✉︎ˎˊ
C.BG x K.TH
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɪᴅᴏʟ!ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ɪᴅᴏʟ!ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴ
ꨄ︎ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ
ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: you always treat your boyfriends fairly because you love them both so, although sometimes one requires a little more of your love…
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: established poly relationship (they share a girlfriend), insecurities(gyu is feeling down), comfort, smut, groping, kissing, dirty talk, lots of pet name, lots of praise, lots of whimpering(please help me gyu whimpering is so hot), gyu cries (awe), dom!taehyun, sub!beomgyu, voyerism?(idk they are all in a relationship so…), masturbation, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (m.rec), aftercare
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3.7k
𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ⚠︎
𝙆𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨…⋆˚࿔ I made the dynamic that gyu and tyun share reader as a girlfriend purely because I'm personally not confident enough to write member x member so I hope that's okay anon!!!🫶 they are technically all still in the relationship though so yeah it's pretty close!! ദ്ദി◝ ⩊ ◜.ᐟ
"Tyun, is weverse playing up again?" You pout, tapping at your phone screen with knuckles since your hands are preoccupied, makeup staining your fingertips where you've wiped away stray mascara falling past your lashes. The damn thing had been stuttering for a while but the pure black that's replaced Beomgyu's face is glaringly offensive.
"It has... but I don't think that's why he ended the live" had you missed him bidding goodbye? You don't think so, but Taehyun seems to know something you don't, voice levelled and composed behind you as he shuffles upright from where he was perched against the headboard, typing words into his phone you cannot read from the desk.
You lean back, concerned for what he's not telling you and Taehyun barely needs prompt that you wish to know.
"There were some... less than polite comments coming through" you scrunch your brows at that, puzzled as to why; the live was only Beomgyu relaxing against the couch in his hotel room, winding down after a concert and he'd only been on air for twenty minutes but you trust Taehyun enough to accurately account for what he had seen in the comment section.
"I'm gonna go check on him, carry on getting ready" Taehyun states as he lifts up, working his way around the bed frame and towards the door, but the last thing on your mind now is going out. You'd planned a night walk around the city with Beomgyu and Taehyun, exploring new streets and simply spending time with them on tour since you don't know the next time you'll be able to come along with them. Yet now unease festers in your gut, you both know Beomgyu's tendency to lock away those serious feelings, a tender sonder in which he gets lost in, and if left alone too long he compartmentalises those thoughts all by himself and that just won't do.
"No way, I'm coming too" discarding the task you had been preoccupied with before, you stand with conviction to also be present for your boyfriend. After all, it's your duty to make sure those somber thoughts don't drown out what matters to him.
You and Taehyun make your way in the elevator to Beomgyu's floor, both shuffling feet impatiently waiting for the doors to swing open. For each tour stop you'd been equally dividing your time between their rooms but it appears Beomgyu might need you a little more than Taehyun does right now, you suspect you'll have to keep him company tonight instead, not that you presume Taehyun will mind much, he's just as concerned as you are. When you finally reach the right floor he allows you out first, following closely behind until you're both stood outside his door. A sharp knock and you both hold your breathes, preparing for how he'll appear when you open the door.
It's a shock to the both of you - but he looks... fine. Not sullen or withdrawn, yet neither satisfied. Just neutral. Beomgyu breaks the silence for the three of you.
"Oh, you guys all ready?" In a tick the corners of his mouth raise into a small smile - but just a second too late because you've already seen what's lying underneath, the pensive contemplation on his features he took took long to hide.
"Not really, we're coming to check in on you" Taehyun observes as you both step inside his room, a few snack packets scattered but nothing unusual. His phone is still propped against the table, the same angle from the live.
"I just ended... I'll be ready soon" there's the infliction in his tone you've been anticipating, the drop off as though he's reserving what it is he really wishes to say so you snap towards his direction, watching as he reaches into his suitcase to prepare appropriate clothing to go out "what were the comments that made you end early?"
Perhaps you shouldn't have been so direct, treaded a little more carefully but his omission is frustrating you, you just wish he'd be a little more honest with the two of you, if something bothers him that's what you're here for.
His fingers pause their search between clothes, stilling for a brief moment before muttering under his breath "...you don't need to know"
There's layers to his admission; you've always known Beomgyu to be a protector, to shield you from the ugly knowledge of his profession whereas Taehyun is always a little more direct. Where Beomgyu hides the full extent of it because he knows it'll only upset you, Taehyun makes space to feel, it's not something you wish to change between the both of them - fundamentally it's who they are, but right now you just need a little more honesty from Beomgyu, you can feel what he's reserving even without it being spoken.
"Of course I do. You know I don't like it when you hide things, Beomgyu. You know we're here for you so use us" you fold your arms, gently chiding him - a soft smile reappears on his face at that.
"I know. Thank you" he resumes, collecting the clothes and folding them upon the bed "you guys hungry? I searched up a few restaurants that sound good-"
"-You think we're still going out? After that?" Taehyun asks, closing the phone down still open on the table; he knows those comments won't so easily leave his consciousness, no matter how much he tries to dismiss, the paused chat log still displayed before he had locked it confirmed that for Taehyun.
Beomgyu glances towards you, wide eyed and an ever so slight pout you catch him making your way as he looks at you all dolled up, makeup sitting on your features "you look so pretty... it'd be a waste to stay here all night"
You coo, he looks so defeated, energy depleted but willing to make it work for you since you'd been so excited to go out with them both. Though now all you want is to make him content again, the way he had been before he read those damn comments - whatever they had been. You'll show him how to ignore them one way or another.
As though Taehyun could telepathically read your mind, he steps away from the table to approach you slowly, like a predator would prey but with more intention than that, he won't devour you tonight - he'll leave that for Beomgyu. That doesn't stop his hand from circling around your jaw as he towers behind you, caressing your arm with soft strokes, presenting you like a gift.
"She is, isn't she..." Taehyun confirms, letting his face fall into the crook of your neck, lips ghosting but never kissing, its soft all the same so you hum in content, it catches Beomgyu's attention.
He gulps at the sight he looks up at, your eyes fluttering shut from Taehyun's touch and leaning back against him, his fingers dancing over your exposed stomach. The little cropped shirt you wear does little to hide you but that's okay, Taehyun is slowly bunching it up to your shoulders anyway, revealing your cute, laced bra.
"The real waste would be to leave her waiting all night, don't you think?" The way they speak as though you are just a pretty little doll for their amusement has you bubbling over with desire, the craving settling so low in your gut you feel yourself clench around nothing.
"...right" Beomgyu is hypnotised, honed into how Taehyun slips a hand under your bra, kneading the mounds of your breasts and thumbing over your buds. They turn to peaks in a mere brush, feening into the touch that has you softly whining for more. But Taehyun moves so slowly, so intentionally because this is nothing more than a performance for Beomgyu, a way to keep him from all other thoughts and it appears to be working already.
From your angle rested on Taehyun's shoulder, you can see Beomgyu's pants tighten, constricting against his crotch yet no intent to even palm himself, far too captivated by what he sees in front of him. There's not even a lick of his mischievous steak surfacing, usually he'd be whining to have his turn with you but he stands speechless, enthralled watching as Taehyun slips your shirt and bra off for an unobstructed view.
"Don't you want to play with me, Beomie?..." You purr and it sends a shiver across his spine and settles into his abdomen, a searing yearning that has his throat going dry at the prospect.
"...s'not my night to have you..." he dismisses with a sunken heart, plainly obvious his head is the one speaking because his body is reacting differently. His fingertips twitch at his sides, longing to reach out and touch as Taehyun is, slipping a hand under your shorts now until they drop to the floor and leave you only clad in matching lace panties to the bra that's also discarded somewhere. Beomgyu is trying to behave, to respect the arrangement in your relationship no matter how the compulsion for you tugs the strings inside him, a marionette battling against an innate desire.
But he's far too hazed to see that both you and Taehyun are giving permission for this, permitting for him to receive an inch more of your love right now because he so desperately needs it "she's offering so nicely, Beomgyu. You're not going to refuse her are you?"
You gasp when you feel the pad of Taehyun's thumb nudge at your clit, winding circles as you stutter against him, gripping his forearm for stability. From his place beside the bed you hear Beomgyu's breath hitch "fuck - no. Need you, baby..."
There's a rush of fulfilment to finally hear him admit what he wants, to have the verbal confirmation that he'll let you heal him and instantaneously you wish to be by his side. Taehyun feels it and retracts his hand, a swift slap to your ass and a peck to your head as he sends you off "go ahead, love"
You prance towards Beomgyu who awaits you with open palms, wrapping an arm around your waist as you jump up to reach his lips, reeling him in with an amorous kiss. He's usually one to lead but you feel the slight resistance that begs of you to control the pace, slipping your tongue along his bottom lip in a plea to be let in. He does so with pleasure, swiping tongues in slow rhythm that has him whining down your throat, swallowing each little noise he makes. Gently you guide him back onto the bed, letting him settle with his back against the headboard as you climb onto his lap, resting thighs on either side of his.
"Touch her..." Taehyun softly commands, not controlling the exchange but directing in the undertone of it, placing himself against the chair at the desk facing the bed; an observer to the scene. Beomgyu is more than pleased to comply, gliding palms along your stomach and up to your breasts, mimicking Taehyun's past actions of grasping and massaging your flesh and tweaking your buds between fingertips.
"So soft..." Beomgyu praises when you simper, you hold the back of his hands that explore your body and even though he needs no direction you can't help but grip the digits that engulf you, so much larger than your own it makes your tummy flip. Beginning a slow rut against his pelvis, his whimper from the additional friction vibrates his throat so viciously you feel it from where you sit upon him, spurring you to move a little more vivaciously.
"Sound so pretty, Beomie, such a good boy" your own praise travels straight to his cock, you feel him twitch against your core as more mewls slip out of him and he nods eagerly, desperate to receive more of your attention; to have you recognise his compliancy for you. All of it has you grinding down against his hard length, so hot and heavy you can feel him even past his trousers and your panties.
"Both so needy..." Taehyun playfully berates though his own hand is beginning to stroke over his clothed crotch in the same cadence your hips move to, replicating the euphoria he knows Beomgyu feels under you to the best of his ability. Beomgyu looks up to you with stars in his eyes as though you placed them there, harking Taehyun's words true; he's pleading for more without ever using his voice and you know so, fiddling with the waist band to his pants and shuffling them off from under you. His breath hitches when you tug his boxers down next, spitting into the palm of your hand as you begin to stroke him.
"Nghhh... so good…" Beomgyu's moaning to how leisurely your wrist flicks up and down on his length, letting him feel every inch of your movements and his noises only grow when Taehyun speaks up once more, still replicating your actions on himself.
"That good already? You're not even inside her yet" Beomgyu bucks up into your hand from the reminder, now frantic to have your cunt swallow him but you rest a palm against his cheek oh so tender.
"Shhh...there's time, baby. Let me make you feel good" he nuzzles into your touch, eyelids fluttering shut and succumbing to the bliss.
"...won't last" there's little bashfulness in his tone and more truth and you can tell, where usually he'd talk himself up and promise you his full endurance he appears small beneath you, not in posture but in spirit and it breaks you. You're starting to gather the nature of the comments he received because he's shrinking himself to their will. But that's why you're here, to remind him just how special he is.
"Just relax, Gyu. Let her take care of you" you nod in agreement, pulling your panties aside and nudging him up to your entrance, a breathless gasp past his lips as soon as his tip makes contact. And as soon as you begin to sink down on him with gazing eyes as his length disappears inside you, he throws his head back until it knocks the headboard, a cry ripping from his throat, tangible pleasure infectiously spreading into his nerves.
You make your own whines from the sensation of him filling your walls, stretching you out with each inch until he bottoms out.
"-I...fuck - so tight..."
His fingertips grasp your hips with searing sting, securing you in place so he can acclimate to the sensation of you constricting around him.
"Gonna move, okay?" You rest a hand on his shoulder for steadiness, feeling the need to ask permission since he's submissively fawning to each and every touch. He's nodding despite his grip on your hips never loosening, holding you as you begin to lift up sluggishly and drop back down, languid tempo that still has his eyes reeling behind lids.
"How does she feel?" Taehyun is now slipping hands underneath his own slacks to palm himself unobstructed, locked into to how you bounce on Beomgyu's lap and each little sound that slips from your lips.
"Warm... so warm - s-so gooddd-" whimpering again profusely and unable to contain himself, you interlock fingers with his that still sit upon your hips, connecting in every little way you can think so he feels your presence.
"So handsome, Beomie. Deserve the world, beautiful boy" you rasp through lidded gaze.
The more you grind down and the more your sweet words reach his ears tears begin to prick in his eyes, collecting so feebly along his lash line until they spill over, shakily inhaling. You reconnect your hand to his face, affectionately thumbing each tear away as he stares up at you utterly infatuated. Each inch of devotion you give him more enchanted by you.
"Baby... you okay? Need me to stop?" You halt briefly but his hands redirect your hips for you, holding you in place so he can thrust up inside you forcefully, catching you completely off guard but you welcome the sting from how deep he reaches, nudging against your cervix.
"God, no, please!...don't stop..." Beomgyu prattles mindlessly, lucid thoughts a distant memory because all he knows now is the delicious compression of your cunt around him. Taehyun fares a little better because his hand is the vessel of memory for being inside you, except he remembers every little detail; how you cling to him with each plunge he makes and his pace sets to that alone, stroking himself from base to tip with increased rate. A few of his own little moans wind up spewing without constraint, unwilling to glance away from you in the height of your euphoria.
Your head lulls each time Beomgyu drills into you, allowing him the control while he still can, though you can tell he won't last much longer, his eyes are glazed over not from tears anymore but the instinctive drive to succumb.
"Cum inside, you've earned it" Taehyun instructs, voice grunted as he approaches his own end, tugging his cock a little more swiftly. Even so, Beomgyu glances to you for approval, of course you're more than happy to oblige so you smile and whisper "cum, Beomie..."
It's like the final missing puzzle piece slots into place with your approval even though he's done this a thousand times, but your verbal command sends him reeling into himself, stammering pace until he's spilling into you. Unadulterated sobbing, trembling underneath you as he lunges forward, wrapping around you until you're chest to chest and your skin absorbs each little whimper of his. Your insides flood from warmth not just from his cum filling you up but from your own sensation of the coil snapping, convulsing around him as you do and setting him into slight overstimulation. He makes no attempt to shift you off though, just shuddering against you as you hold him back, stroking softly up and down his back to his content.
"Did so well, baby" you praise a final time, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head before turning your attention to Taehyun, currently loosing himself to the overwhelming reach towards orgasm.
"My turn, love. Be a good girl and swallow, huh?" He stands slowly, stalking over until he's beside you, immediately locking fingers into your hair as he guides you towards his cock. You wrap lips around him and a hand to his hip to slowly guide him forward more. Beomgyu still clings to you, reluctant to move but you have just enough space to give the attention back to Taehyun, sucking to the tempo you know helps him reach completion.
His hold on your hair tightened as does the way he thrusts forward, the warmth of your mouth and the saliva wrapping around him leads to a sudden release, groaning a pitch lower than Beomgyu but they both sound as harmonious to you. His seed floods you mouth and you swallow around him like the good girl he told you that you are, drawing more of those groans from him in the process and you reel knowing you're the one to pull them from him.
Gradually he lets go of your strands, petting through them as he does so you feel his appreciation and support, leaning down to plant a small kiss to both you and Beomgyu's foreheads, pulling slacks up to kneel beside the bed.
"I'll clean her up, get some rest. I'll bring her back" not that he wishes to leave Beomgyu in the fragility of the aftermath of everything, but he can see the weakness as you try to hold yourself up right in his lap still, allowing you the grace to lift up yourself. Beomgyu whines as you let him slip out but he knows it's for the best, resting back against the backboard of the bed as Taehyun supports your arm and walks you to the bathroom.
There, he delicately wipes you down with a damp rag, smoothing between your thighs where Beomgyu's cum dribbles down your leg and the corners of your mouth where his own had spilled. By the time he's done, you resemble the perfect little doll you once were, like butter wouldn't melt and the shirt he passes you so you aren't bare places you a little more put together. A shirt he's sure he stole from Beomgyu anyway so you sit upon both of their shelves, not just for decoration because you're far too precious to the both of them.
You thank Taehyun with a softhearted kiss, resting lips in gentle embrace before retreating back into the room with him in tow.
Your eyes fall to Beomgyu, slightly slouched against the sheets in his exhaustion and feel your heart swell from the sight, not only had he dealt with comments that wrenched his insides but he'd also performed a set in-front of thousands for hours not too long ago, he deserved to sleep more than anything. Still, you slip in beside him, settling right against him with your head hung against his shoulder. You hadn't expected him to notice since his chest falls laboured the same way it does when he's deep in slumber, but you feel him tug you closer, slotting you under his arm with a contented hum on his lips, though never lifting lids and you'd rather he didn't.
He knows you're here. That's all that matters.
You look though, towards Taehyun who watches with his own satisfaction, two people he loves dearly soothing each other. There's only one thing missing; him. Opening your palm in invite, he takes it to crawl in next to you, encasing an arm of his own over you until the sheets render useless for you; you have your own blanket, in the form of your two loving boyfriends.
"Rest well you two" Taehyun murmurs sleepily, a yawn as he finally lets his eyes close.
You wouldn't change this for the world, not as the three of you lull softly into the land of comatose, tangled with love as the blinding string between you.
──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !! synopsis : soobin, ever a fan of your streams doesnt exactly reveal his idenity to you when you ask his name and it so happens to be the same as the world famous idol.
content: NSFW MDNI, Kai x reader, Dom Kai, corruption mention, forced eye contact, impact play, breeding kink, creampie
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Dom!Kai Who held back most of his desires at the beginning of the relationship so he wouldn't scare you away. Not wanting his perversions to show or be too obvious.
Dom!Kai Whose ears perk up when he hears you talking on the phone with your best friend telling them how you want to “spice things up a bit” the heat goes straight to his crotch. Needing to run to the bathroom palming himself through his jeans.
Dom!Kai Who starts acting more protective/possessive in public constantly having his hands on you preferably around your waist so that he can feel the curve of your hips through your clothes.
Dom!Kai Who kisses you more deeply than usual hungrier like he is holding on by a thread. Trying not to go insane by the words he had heard before when you were opening up to your friend.
Dom!Kai Who loves the way your eyes get so hazy just from kissing, smiling softly as he nips at your neck listening to your soft whines.
Dom!Kai Who feels like he's corrupting you slowly with his actions. Wanting you to be his completely.
Dom!Kai Who snaps the day he comes home late from work and he finds you lying in bed in a pretty pink set. You smile widening as he comes closer, knees sinking into the mattress grabbing the back of your neck as he pulls you into a hungry kiss.
Dom!Kai Whose eyes seem different from before, Intense, making you shrink. You try avoiding his gaze but he grabs you by the chin forcing you to look at him. “Don't look away from me,” he demands, causing you to nod slowly.
Dom!Kai Who loves that you listen so well, allowing him to flip you over and put you in any position he desires.
Dom!Kai Who is really into impact play, slapping your ass or tits whenever you don't reply quickly enough to his questions. Slapping your cunt while he's edging you ordering you not to cum.
Dom!Kai Who starts mocking your whines when he grinds deep into your warmth. You are just so cute to him he loves ruining you so much.
Dom!Kai Who loves forcing you to keep eye contact or he will pull out causing tears to well in your eyes fighting the urge to close your eyes or hide from embarrassment from the sounds you are making.
Dom!Kai Who loves filling you up the most, telling you how he's gonna breed you over and over again.
Dom!Kai Who takes aftercare very seriously first checks if you were okay or if he did too much. Then worrying about cleaning you up. Pulling you into bed once more but this time to just hold you and stroke your hair post shower
Dom!Kai Who only feels a little bad about the things he wants to do to you. Every time you are together he pushes a little bit further.
notes: more of a sneak peak into Dom!Kai I will probably be writing both Dom Kai and Sub Kai in the future because I'm my heart he is a switch. might do a deep dive in txt kinks if anyone is interested
