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genre: golden retriever!Kai x cat!Reader; hybrid au, smut MINORS DNI
contains: afab reader, heat/rut sex, male masturbation, kinda dom(?)kai, really no established dynamics, NEEDY KAI!!, hints of a size kink (whoops), oral sex (r receiving), unprotected p in v sex (donât), doggy style obvi, mentions of knotting đ«Ł , a lil bit of biting, this hasnât been proof read so sorry if i missed anything or anything is wrong!!
a/n: hi ik this is late pls donât dox me đ anyways merry (belated) christmas! this is obviously inspired by hueningkaiâs recent cover with all the cat motifâs i just had to đ hope you enjoy!!
Wind howls and beats against windows. Frost creeps mockingly up the window, framing the witless whip of flakes outside. An unexpected blizzard is brewing, leaving the residents of Seoul to prepare for a wonderful white Christmas. Kai presses his cheek into the freezing paneâhoping, praying, that it might ease the raging fire beneath his skin.
This heat had been building all morning, fanning out from his gut to his limbs and lips until the fever finally set in. Huening wasnât an idiot, he knew the signs of an oncoming rut. He knew too it was very likely in response to your own noticeable pre-heat symptoms. At this point, this routine was a familiar one between you. You took your suppressants and planned to spend the day lounging around in wait for the heat to finally break. Everything wouldâve been totally fine if you hadnât taken that stupid call.
It was two days before Christmas, you had promised to fully set work aside and enjoy the holiday in full. Kai knew it wasnât intentional. Truly, not even a worker as dedicated as yourself would go into the office during a holiday break,especially not one knee-deep in pre-heat hormones. But you were too worried about the seriousness of being called and the fear of letting a colleague down, you waved off Hueningâs attempts to make you stay. Itâd only be an hour, you said, youâd be back before he knew it. Then, you rushed out the door.
It was now nearing 3 hours since you had left. You had texted about an hour ago profusely apologizing for your tardiness and promising you were finally on the way home. By then, the warmth in his stomach had grown unignorable and has only gotten worse since. The desperation was clearly mutual as your texts became jumbled and worrisomeâtrying to fight through the snow-laden traffic of the city. Kai could only wait, growing harder and hotter with every moment you failed to walk through the front door.
A comforting chill rushes through Huening for a fleeting moment, but is soon lost. A muffled whimper echoes across the empty living room as a fresh wave of heat wracks his body. Kai falls away from the window, sinking into the carpet. Torn between reliving some of this pressure for himself or waiting for your return, a stray hand dips below his waistband.
The air fills with his longing and ache, groans tumbling from chest with the brush of a thumb up a vein. Hueningâs mind is fogged with images of you. You; walking through the door, reeking of the same desperation as him. You; spread out on the mattress, the couch, the floor, your kneesâany where he can have you. You; needy for him and only him, and just as much as he is for you.
Golden fur beats rhythmically into his thighs. His tail speeds as pleasure twists tighter in his gut. Unrestrained groans flood his ear which flatten atop his head. His wrist twists faster and faster, up and down; with his eyes closed, he can almost feel that it's your hand instead of his. Your fist stretched around his cockâsmaller than his ownâalways struggling to take in his size; but he knows the way your mouth waters every time you see it. He knows how much you love the height he has on you, how hot it gets you, how quickly you cum when he uses it to his advantage. How you whine and choke every time he stretches you out, like, somehow, you're still surprised by just how big he is. Still, you always take him so well, so desperately. You let him ruin you and ruin him in return, dumbing each other down to your bare instincts, the base need for one another. Kai could swear youâre made for each other. Your body, made to be held against his, loved by him, touched by him, deconstructed by him alone.
Kai cums with a rattling moan. For the first time today, the heat recedes, if only for a short moment. However, a creak from the foyer pulls Huening right back into the aching need of his body. Itâs you. Youâre home, and your scent is surging into the hallwayâhot and heady. Kai meets your eyes from the floor, his chest raising rapidly with the aftershocks of his orgasm. You appear almost as disheveled and out of breath. Snow blankets your, clearly windswept, hair and clothes. Two soft, brown, ears pressed down on your head to match the embarrassed pout stretching across your face. Kai could almost laugh at how silly you look if he wasnât so desperate to have you beneath him.
Silence fills the blank space between you. Palpable need crackles in the air. Your eyes trail down from him, catching on the heavy bulge poking through his stained sweatpants. Kai notices your lithe tail swishing as your pupils stretch to take him in.
Before either of you can say a word, Huening is up and pushing you against the wall. His lips burn your skin greater than the heat youâve been quelling all afternoon. Fire burns at your fingertips as they dance over his arms and trail up to his fluffy hair. A heavenly groan graces his tongue when you offer a light tug.
âAhâAngelâŠâ He pulls away, leveling a darkening stare at you. âYou are never allowed to leave me like this again!â
Your giggle is abruptly cut off by Kaiâs lips once againâbruising and heavy. His tongue eagerly pushes past your lips and pushes up against your own. He tugs off your coat and pulls on your shirt, while walking you away from the front door. Your heat-addled brain lets him maneuver you as he pleases while you attempt to meld your chest into his. When your knees hit the arm of the couch Kai painfully pulls away again. Your eyes meet hisâblown out with lust and an indistinguishable need.
âPuppy?â
Kaiâs tail picks up obnoxious speed, cute blond ears twitching. You catch his heart beat pick up, pumping harder in his chest. Beyond that, the only response he offers is a gentle push to your chest. He leans you backâtongue swiping at his lips like a hungry animalâuntil your back is arched over the couchâs arm. That keeps your hips up in the airâright where Kai wants them. He pulls your bottoms off in one swift tug and wastes no time getting his mouth on you. Licking one long stripe up your heat, he canât suppress a shuttering moan. His tongue laves vigorously over your slicked folds, prodding at your slit and molding into your hips. His nose bumps into your nerves as he drinks you up like a man dying of thirst. His lips travel back up, encircling your clit with a slow suck. Teeth graze the glans and Kaiâs tongue rushes in to sooth the vague sting.
Two palms meet the back of your thighs. Fingers dig into the plush, squish and knead the skin until Kai is practically suffocating himself between them. Pain sparks from his white-knuckle grip and the deepening press of your thighs to your chest. Your knees nearly touch your shoulders. You keen and groan, the stretch burns into your stomach alongside the heat of Kaiâs mouth running over your skin. He nips at your thighs and lavishes licks over the growing bruises.Â
âKai!â You shoot out your hand searching for something to ground you, hold you, anything. On their journey, your fingers find a neat purchase near the downy fur of Hueningâs ears. Shock ripples through his body at the touch; electricity spiking down his spine and straight to his dick.
âFu-fuckâKitty, I-I really need you. Need to fuck you, please.â
âYes! Yes, Kaiâplease, need you.â
Suddenly, your stomach is pressing into the couch. The faint sound of shuffling rings behind you but then Hueningkaiâs lips are reattaching themselves to you at your neck and his tip is rubbing between your thighs. It catches on your entrance and then your clit. A breath sticks in your throat and melts into a moan. Your hips buck back, tail swiping over the covered skin of Kaiâs stomach. His breath stutters at the brush of cloth. A hand moves between you, finally placing Kaiâs leaking cock at your entrance.Â
With a strained thrust, he eases into you, barely holding back the need to pick up a rapid pace. Youâre so wet and tight, practically pulling him. Youâve spent all day aching for himâneeding him just like thisâ the push of your hips back into his is almost involuntary. The sound that leaves Kai is just the same, a filthy little whimper he muffles into your shoulder. His hips move to meet yours and bottom out. Your moans ring out in unison.
Kai moves with a delirious pace, thrusting fast and erratic; pushing deep with every stroke. You claw at the couch cushions as each thrust rocks you forward over the arm. Heat and sweat and pleasure stir within your skin. Stretched so thin and filled so full, all thought is fucked right from your mind, replaced with the divine essence of Kai invading your every sense. His chest pressing down on your backâcaging you in. His furry ears tickling your neck as he litters kisses over every inch of bare skin he canâbreath scattering in their wake. His honey-sweet sounds dripping from his lips into yoursâbathing you in his fervent desire.
âKitty! NghâAhâfuck, AngelâŠâs so good.â His fingers scramble for grasp around your hips, fingers digging into the flesh. He takes a handful of your ass with a slight slap that leaves you mewling. From the full round of your cheek, Hueningâs hand trails up to the base of your tail.Â
A gentle stroke of the skin is enough to send obscenities tumbling freely from your drooling lips. âFuck! HyukaâHyuka, please! Please, puppyânghâwanna cum!â
With his free arm around your stomach, Kai yanks your back up to meet his frontâhips simultaneously speeding up. It only takes a second before his tongue is broken through your lips. The air fills with the filth of wet, slapping skin and your incoherent begging. The stretch of this position is toe-curling. Kaiâs fingers stay right on that sensitive spot, petting graciously as want peaks in your gut.
âSo closeâY/n, Kittyâhaahâcum for me.â More lithe fingers inch down your pelvis, painting circles on your clit. âAahâWanâNeed to feel it. PleaseâAh!â
Two sharp canines sink into the junction of your throat muffling a throat rattling groan. A sharp, deep thrust sends Kai over the edge. The heat of his cum spilling into you sends your orgasm crashing down as well. White explodes over your eyes and your ears ring with far-off moans. Your hips ache and burn, every hair on your body feels like an exposed nerve. The same ecstasy fogging your eyes blankets your head. The world goes dark beyond your body. You can feel Huening gives one last jerky thrust before settling inside, panting into your skin. You can feel the subtle ballooning of his knot catching on your walls, keeping you happily stretched and stuck to his length. You canât tell if your eyes are closed or theyâve simply blacked out, but the rest of your limbs have fallen limp in Kaiâs hold.Â
When your vision finally clears, youâve been maneuvered onto the couch proper, tucked into Hueningkaiâs arms. Your once raging heat has subsided, at least for a while, but your energy is completely drained. Kai rubs light circles over your stomach and nudges pecks across your neck. Still tucked inside you, he keeps you warm and comfortable as sleep edges into your body. Teetering on the edge of a wonderful nap, a hum by your shoulder pulls your mind back up by a thread.
Thereâs a teasing frown playing on Hueningâs face as he speaks, âYouâre not leaving me again until the new year.â
âHa! How about I just never leave. Ever again.â You mumble back.
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of course, this is all said with love from one writer to another <3 itâs just a common curtesy thing iâve noticed thatâs been lacking a lot recently in certain communities !!
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NOTE: most, if not all, works listed here are nsfw or sexual in nature. As such, please do not interact if under eighteen. all warnings are individual works are listed on the works themselves. all works belong to @sook9i ; please do not repost, translate, copy, etc. | anything marked with + has been community labelled; see pinned for help!
itâs been awhile đ so sorry weâve been ghosting this account for like,,,a yearâŠ.I will admit this isnât really my main so i donât frequent this much, my b đ
but trust iâm trying to get back in a writing groove to deliver at least a little more content ahahahaha
. . . GENRE ! Hueningkai x reader | smut | fluff | friends to lovers
. . . CONTAINS ! virgin!kai, virgin!reader, 6th member!reader, afab!reader, talks of virginity, mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption, swearing, loss of virginity, unrealistic first time? (not that i would know), no established dynamics, fingering, protected sex đ, some aftercare, a little too much foreplay, consent checks, kinda just porn with plot, the other members tease them about their virginity (donât do that)
. . . WORD COUNT ! 4660
. . . NOTES ! iâve been writing this for,,,literally ever and iâm so glad itâs finally done !! this is inspired by naked in manhattan by chappell roan however considering that itâs a sapphic love song iâm still kinda unsure if iâm going to keep the title of it for this fic. if anyone has any opinions let me know!! anyways i hope you enjoy!!
. . . ADMIN ! written by callie đŒ
Bright lights twinkle across the floor like stars. You canât see the real stars up in the sky, but you make do with the high-rises lighting up the horizon. Cars beep and blare their horns stories below you. This sweet symphony fills the cold, empty hotel room like a lullaby. However, it isnât really empty. Youâre there, staring out across the Manhattan skyline. Kaiâs there, just there behind a closed door in the bathroom. Bare only for the comforting hot water of the shower he was in. Heâs there, racing through your thoughts like always. Around and around; an ever-looping track of vice. This boy, your friend, your bandmate, driving you crazy just by standing beyond a wall.
This isnât exactly how you imagined spending a night in New York City. The rest of the boys took full advantage of the free night. Taehyun had wanted to explore, last you heard he was in Time Square. Beomgyu and Yeonjun had gone out to get some dinner and god only knows where they ended up, now five hours later.
Soobin, on the other hand, was the reason you ended up in this position. Having approached you after your radio show taping and apologetically begging you to let him have the single hotel room for the night. And how could you say no? You cared for your members, and your leader especially seemed like he could use a night with just himself. He was probably spread-eagle on the hotel bed, 5-steps deep into his skincare routine right now, and watching whatever show heâs been raving about for the past week; probably having the time of his life. However, when you agreed to give up your room, you failed to think about the implications. You didnât consider that youâd now be rooming with whoever Soobin had left behind. You didnât even think about how he usually roomed with Hueningkai. Not a single thought passed through your head, except sweet old sympathy for your leader. Now, you were considering disavowing kindness for the rest of your life because of where that nice gesture landed you.
You heard the water shut off in the bathroom like the final clock strike right before midnight. Face embarrassingly hot, you keep your back to the door as it opens. New light slants across the floor, fluorescent and harsh. It mingles with the soft rush of humidity into the room and claws at your pajamas. Begging you to turn, to look, to face the perpetual inhabitant of your dreams. You tried to ignore the way your heart sped up simply hearing him shuffle around behind you. Still, your blood ran hotter, building up in your cheeks and neck.
Youâve had your fair share of innocent crushes over time, including the one youâve harbored for Huening over the past 4 years. However, none ever left you feeling like this. This disoriented, this flustered, this desperate despite actively trying to dismantle your feelings for months now. Heâd manage to send you tumbling back down, head over heels, in one quick night. Just the thought of his voice, the way the words came to him so easily, kept you spiraling.
The nightâs high spirits had long settled down. Celebrating the start of your world tour with drinks and food had kept the mood quite energetic. Now, spread out on the dorm floor, nursing a half-empty soju bottle, you find yourself prattling off to silence.
âSoooâŠwhat are you guys most excited for in America?â
Yeonjun snorts from the couch above you, âYou sound like every American interview we do.â
âOkay, wellâŠyou can be like 100% completely honest with me.â
âI wanna try some cool food and drinks or something.â Beomgyu jumps in, âLike the themed ones from specialty bars that people always post.â
The oldest hums in agreement, âIt would be pretty nice to go out one night.â
âWeâre in New York for a few days, Iâm pretty sure we have an open night there.â Soobin pipes in, curled up in the couch corner.
âMaybe Iâll go visit the Lego store.â
A sudden chorus of laughter erupts at your words. Struggling to sit up, you frown at all the amused faces now in view.
âWhatâs so funny, assholes?â
âY/nnie, you should get out more.â The words coming from Beomgyu were almost hypocritical.
âYouâre one to talk! And, yeah, thatâs why Iâd go shopping.â
âWe mean, like, get out and meet people. A different country is a great place for that, especially for us.â Taehyun sits in an armchair taking a slow sip from his can, âGo out, have a fun night, and just make sure they sign an NDA afterwards.â
Another round of laughter strikes up and it dawns on you what theyâre actually talking about. Your face feels hot and a pout stretches on your lips.
âYou guys all suck! I told you, itâll happen when it happens.â You cross your arms, almost whining like a child, âWhy donât you ever tease Huening about this? Iâm not the only virgin in the group!â
Yeonjun snorts, âDamn, way to throw Kai under the bus.â
âWait, no,â You frantically turn your head around to his seat behind you. âHuening, I didnât mean-â
He breaks a small smile, âItâs okay, Y/n, I get what you meant.â
âWeâre, like, virginity pals.â You stupidly bump your shoulder into his which elicits a very awkward laugh.
âLetâs talk about something else.â
Beomgyu is quick to the draw, immediately beginning to ramble on about his latest meet-up with Jeongin. You donât get a chance to catch much of it as lips brush along your ear.
âYou know, if you ever want to fix that, you can just ask me.â His voice is low and even, his breath leaves goosebumps along your neck. The words swim up and around your head, wiping away some of the haze; snapping you into a brief sense of clarity to process what he just said. You feel your heart almost sputter to a stop. Unable to choke out a response, you turn to look at him only to find cold air. Huening is up and away in the kitchen getting another drink, leaving you alone and flustered. Caught in his wordsâ web like a helpless fly.
Theyâve been plaguing you since their utterance 5 days ago. Orbiting your brain like an ever-present moon. Driving you so far up the proverbial wall that, once you come back down, you will surely die on impact. Youâve never felt this confused, wondering if he meant what he said, if he even remembered it. Perhaps you were driving yourself insane over something inconsequential to him. How were you going to survive this night?
âYou wanna watch a movie?â
So easily, he has you trapped. You have to face him, face this, and act completely normal. Act like your thoughts havenât been full of him; the things youâd let him do to you and the things youâd do to him in return. Act like the way water drips from the edges of his hair, tracing his bare collar, isnât driving you mad. Wet spots decorate the thin, white shirt stretched across his shoulders. It sticks to the vaguely visible skin trailing down his torso. A pair of sweatpants hang dangerously low off his hips, you struggle to bring your eyes away back up to his face. There his face is soft, head tilted and eyes crinkled, expecting an answer. You want to shrivel beneath his sweet gaze.
âI-um, yeah, sure. W-what movie?â
âOh, I donât really know. I was just going to see whatâs streaming, maybe order some room service.â He drops a laptop onto his bed. Crawling atop the sheets, he flips it open and looks back at you. Waiting, expectant. His hand softly pats the duvet beside him and you have nowhere to run.
The sheets are standard fare for a hotel and the mattress is stiff as you sit. Youâre practically almost hanging off the edge trying to keep a safe distance from Kai. If your skin so much as brushed his, youâd be broken. You werenât willing to risk bumping knees. If he thinks it odd, he doesnât say anything. Looking at the screen, heâs now scrolling through a bunch of movie options. Title after title flys by. Two of his fingers push along the mouse pad. The muscles of his hand twitch with every movement; veins shifting, knuckle tucking in and out. From fingertip to wrist his hands are huge, probably enough to completely cover your face. His fingers especially, are very long, so thin-cut and delicate. It can only make you wonder just how deep they could reach. If he knew how to really use them.
You feel your brain melting into a cesspool of depravity the longer youâre around him. Squeezing your eyes tight, the thoughts barely dissipate. Although, youâre granted a small peace as he picks your mind with something else.
âHow about Spider-man?â
âHm?â Peeking back at the screen, his cursor had landed on a Spider-Verse movie. Although, you didnât really know which one. Your head feels so cotton-stuffed, you simply nod without a thought. So he clicks on the card to play. Opening credits roll in and you fall further into the static. This movie shouldâve been the perfect distraction, something exciting and enjoyable. However, the soft heat of the boy curled beside you permeates your skin like a fever. Itâs no use, you canât fight the speed of your heart. The blood rush through your ears takes up everything in the room. Eyes, laser focused to the laptop screen, yet mind somewhere far away. So far you donât notice the sound of the movie stopping suddenly.
âY/n?â
Kaiâs knee softly bumps yours as he faces you. Itâs like a lightning strike right to the chest. Heartbeat rocketing, your words get jumbled. âWha-um-what?â
âIâŠIs something wrong? Did I do something?â He avoids eye contact, hands twisting up.
âN-no, no-um, HueningâŠwhatâs up?â
âI justâŠI feel like youâve kinda been avoiding me? His eyes slowly drag up to your face. âLike, you wonât even look at me.â
All you can hear is the blood rushing over your chest and cheeks, itâs all you can see as well. Kaiâs eyebrows are knit together in an expression that should not be nearly as hot as your overdriven brain thinks it is. The words jumble up in your throat, a 4-year confession and a week-long confessional-in-the-making. Your brain goes blank. Everything seems to spill out.
âI-Iâm notâŠupset. Iâm-Kai-itâs um, justâŠdoâŠdo you remember that conversation we hadâŠlike the night of the first show?â Your stomach twists, ready to eat itself up in embarrassment.
âUm, maybeâŠâ His eyes flit around as if trying to grasp the memory from the air. Brows draw in tighter before he stills. A chill settles between you two. His face explodes in Saharan heat. âOh god.â
The realization fills up the room with its horrible heated mortification. Your head hangs, guilt pooling in your lap.
âOh-oh god, Y/n, Iâm so sorry! Iâm so so sorry! I shouldâve never said that, Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to make you uncomfortable, Iâm so sorry-â
âNo-no, you-you didnât. I just-â You bury your head in your hands. Your cheeks burn the skin like a radiator, your heart feels like a supernova. The room is caving in on you. This wall youâd built up, a protective shell around your fragile heart, crumbled. The words taste sour on your tongue. âDidâŠdid you mean itâŠwhat you said?â
Silence sinks into your bones, shriveling under the weight of your humiliation. You canât bring yourself to look at Huening. You want to run, hide, jump off the roof, but you're stuck to the mattress; to the darkness of your eyes; to his sharp intakes of air.
âI did.â An angry red flush covers his face and a pillow now covers his lap. His voice and eye contact remain steady, nonetheless.
The room is too small, too hot. You need to crawl out of your skin and cool off, but the words just keep coming.
âS-soâŠif I wanted to-um-take you up on your offerâŠâ
Your hands fist the sheets fitfully, you canât meet his eyes beneath the weight of your shame. This is all you have thought about for the past week, and, suddenly living in your fantasy, you feel like a creep.
The touch of soft fingertips brushing over your jaw jolts to your already frayed nerves. He turns your gaze up to his. Something deep and unfamiliar has settled in his eyes; a darkness that bores right down into that depraved nest in your heart.
Somehow, his voice keeps calm, âCan I kiss you?â
âPlease-â You can't finish the word before youâre silenced. Smooth, honey plush lips blanket yours, like something out of a daydream. The first sensation to hit is his taste: mint toothpaste and vanilla chapstick; you have to fight the urge to bite at his lip for more. Your crossed-knees touch, bodies leaning forward to meet in the middle. Your noses knock and bump awkwardly before you settle into a rhythm. He borders an intense line between inexperienced eagerness and hesitant care. Keeping your hands firm at your sides, unsure how to move, he runs his fingers up and over your arms, coaxing them to cradle the nape of his neck. In turn, he does the same.
He unravels you. The rigid rod holding back your shoulders dissipates; fingers curl into the soft, still damp hair at the base of his neck. A sigh pulls at your lips as you lose yourself to this building heat. Slowly, inhibition slips away. You find yourself moving with an unprecedented fervor. Kai leans further into you, tilting your head back to his will, nails scratching deftly at your scalp. A conflicting pain trembles over your skin, swirling with an untapped pleasure until the two are indistinguishable. He pulls a jolting gasp from your chest. The sound which follows, you can only categorize as embarrassing. A strangled sort of noise; something long built-up, catching in your throat and struggling out in a breathy whine. Your face flares up, you wanna disappear as Kai pulls away slightly. Softly, his breath hitches. Creaking open your eyes, youâre met with a sight that almost drags the sound out again.
Kaiâs eyes, half-lidded and dark, bore down on you, haloed with pink, heated cheeks. His lips are kiss-bitten red and glossy. A wet dream come true. You tug him back to your lips, a new heat building in the kiss.
You arenât sure who makes the first move, who bites first, but when his tongue pushes up against yours, you succumb fully to this new feeling filling you up. An unfamiliar greed beats in your chest, a rabid craving for more. More and more sounds mingle between both of you, unabashedly. With every sweet whine of Kaiâs, the hunger grows. Your fingers tug at his hair, his press hard into your waist. Air is inconsistent and unnecessary.
âKai-â Lips keep moving against yours. âMore.â
âCan I-âHis hands fumble around your waist a bit, mouth still keeping in time. âYour shirt.â
You begin nodding without even thinking about it. Finally, you break from each other. His hands hike your shirt up your chest before you peel the rest off. You move to do the same for him but heâs already ahead of you. His shirt comes up and over his head before being tossed alongside yours. The porcelain skin of his chest lays out before your eyes. Heart beat picking up, you trace each ridge and jut and mole back up to meet his gaze, one just as entranced as you are.
As your lips meet again, they move with much more care. Something deep and unspoken swimming on your lips and stirring up your chest. Fingers drift gently over freckles and goosebumps running up both your sides. Your back melts into the mattress; Hueningâs intoxicating touch burning up your brain. His hands glide up and circle your chest softly. Brushing the sensitive, supple skin, more whimpers tumble out. Your hands copy his, nails dragging faintly down his soft stomach. His lips shudder against yours, breathing groans over your tongue. Knees sit on either side of your hips, keeping Kaiâs body hovering precariously over you. The tantalizing promise of his weight above you draws your fingers lower. Just a fingertip dipping into the waistband of his sweatpants. The hitch in his breath is slight.
The kiss disconnects once again as you look at each other, drinking in the sight. His hair mused back wildly and eyes blown wide, a million emotions fly between you. Keeping your eyes locked, that curious hand of yours hesitantly slips from its place. Pulling out of Kaiâs waistband, it snakes atop the fabric, coming to cup the prominent bulge beneath it. Your heart stutters at the heavy feeling of him in your hand. Kaiâs eyes widen infinitesimally. Your curious fingers squeeze softly and you watch as the last bits of his composure crumble. Head dropping into your neck, his moan is guttural and desperate. His hips buck further into your palm and it becomes incredibly apparent just how big he is
âGod-y/n, pleaseâŠâ The desperation with which he speaks your name, the whine and groan and guttural need pouring from his throat, finally breaks you.
For a moment, the only thought running through your head is how quickly you can get his sweatpants off. He seems to be thinking the same as his fingers pluck at your own waistband. However, as youâre about to give in, something stops you.
âKaiâŠâ Embarrassment floods your face, âDo youâŠhave a condom?â
His eyes widen, jaw dropping softly. A subtle red paints his cheeks as he slowly crawls off your body.
He awkwardly shuffles over to his bag on the floor before pulling out a small box of condoms. âI-I wasnât, like, planning on using them. Or anythingâŠYeonjun-hyung put them in my bagâŠâ
âWell, thank god for Yeonjun, I guess.â
Laughter eases the embarrassed tension as he rips open the packaging. Although he hesitates to take out the latex. You eye the clothes still covering both your bottom halves.
âI-I canâŠtake mine off first. If you want?â
He matches your gaze, moving back towards the bed, âAre you-Do you want this? Like, 100%?â
âYes.â Your head nods before you can even think about it, âYeah, I-I do. Do you?â
âYes.â
Leaning up, your lips meet his in a soft, sweet kiss. You slowly take his hand in yours and move it back down to your hip, to the bare skin beneath your waistband. Then, you tug your shorts down with his fingers. Finally, fully unclothed, you muscle through the timidity to open your eyes. The pure reverence in his face nearly calms your beating heart.
âKai, please. Touch me.â
Huening makes quick work of his own bottoms. They pool at his ankles though your eyes are glued to the way his cock smacks against his stomach. He rolls the smooth latex down his skin and your eyes follow with a shiver. Even with little-to-no frame of reference, youâre all too aware that heâs big. Standing at the edge of the bed, towering over you, he is just as entranced with you as you are with him. Any room for embarrassment melts away into an unrelenting need.
You yank him back and his lips messily onto yours; tongues mingling and meshing. His fingers wisp up your bare thighs, sparking a lingering electricity. Your mouth lands on his neck with kisses and kitten licks. The breathy groan you pull from him with a soft bite sounds like heaven. Hands move further toward the inside of your thighs, brushing over your core. He fumbles for a moment before you reach to take his hand in yours. Awkwardly, you guide two slender fingers up to your clit, starting them in a circle motion. Your back arches into the feeling, head sinking into the pillows. Huening watches your reactions diligently, slowly gaining more confidence in his movements. The fingers slip away from the nub as one of them trails down to cautiously push into you. It takes a moment for the odd stretch to settle and melt into pleasure, but as your hips buck into his hand, Kai takes the hint. He uses his thumb to keep circling your clit while experimentally curling two fingers against your walls. This foreign pleasure is overwhelming and not enough.
âI-is this okay?â
Your voice feels stuck so you nod enthusiastically, eyes screwed tight. Fingernails dig into Kaiâs scalp as you frantically pull him back to your lips. You work your tongue over his lips and onto his. Running your teeth down his jaw into the juncture of his neck, you litter the skin with soft bites. Lost in the pleasure, your movements feel crazed; desperate. That ever-looming climax is so close yet so far. You need it, like oxygen.
âNeed more. Need you, please-please, Hyuka-â
Emptiness only fuels your desperation. Kaiâs hips shift squarely over yours as his hand moves up between your bodies. His hard cock brushes your oversensitive thighs; the fog in your mind thickens. In the haze, you take Hueningâs, now messy, hand into your mouth, licking over the fingers and tasting yourself on them. They tickle at the back of your throat, freeing a pleased hum.
Kaiâs poor cock twitches against your leg and his chest stutters as you keep two lidded eyes on his. The fingers slip from your lips with a slight pop. His agape mouth falls onto yours, devouring your taste on your own tongue. That spit-slick hand guides his weeping tip down through your folds. It catches on your clit and teases your entrance. A gasp breaks your mouths apart. Kaiâs fluttering breaths paint your cheeks.
âI-Iâm gonnaâŠcan IâŠ?â
âHyuka, just fuck me. Please.â
âOh-okay-uh, tell-tell me when to move.â
With a deep breath, his hips begin pushing into yours. The stretch sets in; a fire rippling between your legs. Like being ripped apart while still getting stitched back together. A contradicting pain, spreading slowly with Kaiâs hesitation. He breathes sickly sweet whimpers into your ears and cradles your hands with his. They mingle in the sheets; an echo of heaven. Itâs nearly enough to distract you from the pain as he bottoms out.
âF-fu-shit-ahâŠyou-youâre soâŠâ His forehead hits your shoulder, punctuated with fluttering kisses. ââŠamazing.â
Pain subsides steadily in a flurry of sensations. The excruciating stretch melting into numbing pleasure. Kaiâs touch and affection; everything about him surrounding you everywhere. His heat pressed into your skin, his breath mixed with yours, your hearts beating in tandem as you join completely. You are full of him, of love for him, of need for him. Like youâve pushed all the air out of your body to make more room for him. Every part of you yearns for everything he has to give.
âKai-god-â You gasp out. âY-you can move.â
Shakily, he draws his hips back. You feel every ridge and vein run along inside you. And when he pushes back in, your chests shudder in unison; moans and groans filling the hotel room. He continues slowly; falling into overwhelming pleasure. It muddles your thoughts and weighs down your tongue. Andâwhen Kaiâs sloppy thrusts settle into an eager, consistent paceâit numbs your mind in ecstasy.
The room devolves into heady grunts and sharp whines echoing in your ears. A mantra of his name buildsâa plead, an oath, a prayerâspilling from your heart, coating your lips. Huening answers the call, swallowing your desperation with his own. You lose yourselves in each other. In the heat of your skin and lips meeting recklessly again and again. You need him closer, deeper; filling up your lungs and pumping through your veins. He wants more. Fingerprints and hickeys litter their way down your body at his discretion. His teeth sink in your shoulder, your nails scratch down his back. Itâs instinctual and awkward, yet perfect.
The whirlwind in your stomach grows stronger, closer and closer to imploding. You felt yourself teetering, standing on the edge of an unfamiliar precipice. With his breath and pace picking up, it seemed Kai was right there as well. His hand detached from its bruising placement on your hip. Moving his thumb over your clit in deft circles, an extra jolt of pleasure arcs up your spine.
âK-kai, there-please, please, please.â His name tumbles out in whimpers, as does to yours from his lips.
âF-fuck-close-Iâm-â A shudder runs through his body, his pace becoming sloppy and erratic. His finger keeps tight to your clit. Your lips clash as the bubble between you pops.
White explodes behind your eyelids. Mind-numbing pleasure fills your every limb. Youâre floating on bliss like youâve never experienced and everything else falls away. Except for Kai. He surrounds you, he fills your lungs and makes you whole. His weak whimpers and moans trail off in your ears like the sounds of heaven. His hips keep moving, stopping jerkily as pleasure seeps into overstimulation. Kaiâs arms buckle trying to keep his full body weight off you. He rolls off of you, landing on his back.
Silence fills the air in the aftermath. You exchange heavy breaths, staring off at the ceiling. As the high slowly fades, so does the fog in your head. Realization settles sharp in your bones. Dread and elation stir in your stomach, brewing a dangerous cocktail of words.
âI like you.â
Huening sits up a little, âHuh?â
âIâŠgod, Iâm so sorry-â You pull yourself up and look back down at the man, turning the words over in your head until they spill out. âKai, I really really like youâŠI have for the past 4 years! And I know this is probably a horrible time to be saying this, but I justâŠI donât want this to ruin us or-or the group and I-â
âY/n! Y/nâŠâ He pulls your hands into his. A bright smile splits his cheeks, shining on your face. âI really like you too.â
Air collapses in your chest, soft and scared. ââŠR-really?â
His eyes shine and melt into raspberry cheeks with an eager nod. âI didn't mean for it to come out like this, butâŠâ
âMaybe you should get tipsy more often.â Both of you spill over with giddy giggles. A brand new kind of ecstasy fills up your chest, beating in time with Kaiâs heart.
âMaybeâŠâ
Your heartbeat speeds, building with each passing second as you look at Huening. Sweet chocolate eyes you could drink in, overindulge, and just never stop. And they look right back at you with the same adoration thatâs pumping through your veins.
âIâll, uh, go get a towel so we can clean up.â Kai shifts off bed, disappearing into the bathroom to discard the condom. He returns with a warm towel, as promised, and begins to gently wipe up your thighs, staying cautious around your still-sensitive folds. The heat soothes some of the worse marks littering your skin, combined with Kaiâs delicate kisses over them.
After he works his way up, he ends with your lips. You move in harmony, swapping sweet giggly pecks, fitting together like perfect puzzle pieces. The way his hands cradle your cheeksâall encompassing, trapping their heatâfeels like home. Neither of you can contain the joy flooding your faces with huge smiles. They remain even as he pulls away.
âCan we still finish that movie?â
âSure, hyuka.â
Peace fills the space between you. Love wrapping around and around, building and keeping you safe in its embrace. The world melts away leaving only this room, this moment, the breaths shared between you, the heat of your bare skin melding into his. Curling together beneath the sheets, you bask in it; this revelation of reciprocated love. For a moment, nothing exists beyond you and Kai among the Manhattan skyline.
. . . GENRE ! Hueningkai x reader | smut | fluff | friends to lovers
. . . CONTAINS ! virgin!kai, virgin!reader, 6th member!reader, afab!reader, talks of virginity, mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption, swearing, loss of virginity, unrealistic first time? (not that i would know), no established dynamics, fingering, protected sex đ, some aftercare, a little too much foreplay, consent checks, kinda just porn with plot, the other members tease them about their virginity (donât do that)
. . . WORD COUNT ! 4660
. . . NOTES ! iâve been writing this for,,,literally ever and iâm so glad itâs finally done !! this is inspired by naked in manhattan by chappell roan however considering that itâs a sapphic love song iâm still kinda unsure if iâm going to keep the title of it for this fic. if anyone has any opinions let me know!! anyways i hope you enjoy!!
. . . ADMIN ! written by callie đŒ
Bright lights twinkle across the floor like stars. You canât see the real stars up in the sky, but you make do with the high-rises lighting up the horizon. Cars beep and blare their horns stories below you. This sweet symphony fills the cold, empty hotel room like a lullaby. However, it isnât really empty. Youâre there, staring out across the Manhattan skyline. Kaiâs there, just there behind a closed door in the bathroom. Bare only for the comforting hot water of the shower he was in. Heâs there, racing through your thoughts like always. Around and around; an ever-looping track of vice. This boy, your friend, your bandmate, driving you crazy just by standing beyond a wall.
This isnât exactly how you imagined spending a night in New York City. The rest of the boys took full advantage of the free night. Taehyun had wanted to explore, last you heard he was in Time Square. Beomgyu and Yeonjun had gone out to get some dinner and god only knows where they ended up, now five hours later.
Soobin, on the other hand, was the reason you ended up in this position. Having approached you after your radio show taping and apologetically begging you to let him have the single hotel room for the night. And how could you say no? You cared for your members, and your leader especially seemed like he could use a night with just himself. He was probably spread-eagle on the hotel bed, 5-steps deep into his skincare routine right now, and watching whatever show heâs been raving about for the past week; probably having the time of his life. However, when you agreed to give up your room, you failed to think about the implications. You didnât consider that youâd now be rooming with whoever Soobin had left behind. You didnât even think about how he usually roomed with Hueningkai. Not a single thought passed through your head, except sweet old sympathy for your leader. Now, you were considering disavowing kindness for the rest of your life because of where that nice gesture landed you.
You heard the water shut off in the bathroom like the final clock strike right before midnight. Face embarrassingly hot, you keep your back to the door as it opens. New light slants across the floor, fluorescent and harsh. It mingles with the soft rush of humidity into the room and claws at your pajamas. Begging you to turn, to look, to face the perpetual inhabitant of your dreams. You tried to ignore the way your heart sped up simply hearing him shuffle around behind you. Still, your blood ran hotter, building up in your cheeks and neck.
Youâve had your fair share of innocent crushes over time, including the one youâve harbored for Huening over the past 4 years. However, none ever left you feeling like this. This disoriented, this flustered, this desperate despite actively trying to dismantle your feelings for months now. Heâd manage to send you tumbling back down, head over heels, in one quick night. Just the thought of his voice, the way the words came to him so easily, kept you spiraling.
The nightâs high spirits had long settled down. Celebrating the start of your world tour with drinks and food had kept the mood quite energetic. Now, spread out on the dorm floor, nursing a half-empty soju bottle, you find yourself prattling off to silence.
âSoooâŠwhat are you guys most excited for in America?â
Yeonjun snorts from the couch above you, âYou sound like every American interview we do.â
âOkay, wellâŠyou can be like 100% completely honest with me.â
âI wanna try some cool food and drinks or something.â Beomgyu jumps in, âLike the themed ones from specialty bars that people always post.â
The oldest hums in agreement, âIt would be pretty nice to go out one night.â
âWeâre in New York for a few days, Iâm pretty sure we have an open night there.â Soobin pipes in, curled up in the couch corner.
âMaybe Iâll go visit the Lego store.â
A sudden chorus of laughter erupts at your words. Struggling to sit up, you frown at all the amused faces now in view.
âWhatâs so funny, assholes?â
âY/nnie, you should get out more.â The words coming from Beomgyu were almost hypocritical.
âYouâre one to talk! And, yeah, thatâs why Iâd go shopping.â
âWe mean, like, get out and meet people. A different country is a great place for that, especially for us.â Taehyun sits in an armchair taking a slow sip from his can, âGo out, have a fun night, and just make sure they sign an NDA afterwards.â
Another round of laughter strikes up and it dawns on you what theyâre actually talking about. Your face feels hot and a pout stretches on your lips.
âYou guys all suck! I told you, itâll happen when it happens.â You cross your arms, almost whining like a child, âWhy donât you ever tease Huening about this? Iâm not the only virgin in the group!â
Yeonjun snorts, âDamn, way to throw Kai under the bus.â
âWait, no,â You frantically turn your head around to his seat behind you. âHuening, I didnât mean-â
He breaks a small smile, âItâs okay, Y/n, I get what you meant.â
âWeâre, like, virginity pals.â You stupidly bump your shoulder into his which elicits a very awkward laugh.
âLetâs talk about something else.â
Beomgyu is quick to the draw, immediately beginning to ramble on about his latest meet-up with Jeongin. You donât get a chance to catch much of it as lips brush along your ear.
âYou know, if you ever want to fix that, you can just ask me.â His voice is low and even, his breath leaves goosebumps along your neck. The words swim up and around your head, wiping away some of the haze; snapping you into a brief sense of clarity to process what he just said. You feel your heart almost sputter to a stop. Unable to choke out a response, you turn to look at him only to find cold air. Huening is up and away in the kitchen getting another drink, leaving you alone and flustered. Caught in his wordsâ web like a helpless fly.
Theyâve been plaguing you since their utterance 5 days ago. Orbiting your brain like an ever-present moon. Driving you so far up the proverbial wall that, once you come back down, you will surely die on impact. Youâve never felt this confused, wondering if he meant what he said, if he even remembered it. Perhaps you were driving yourself insane over something inconsequential to him. How were you going to survive this night?
âYou wanna watch a movie?â
So easily, he has you trapped. You have to face him, face this, and act completely normal. Act like your thoughts havenât been full of him; the things youâd let him do to you and the things youâd do to him in return. Act like the way water drips from the edges of his hair, tracing his bare collar, isnât driving you mad. Wet spots decorate the thin, white shirt stretched across his shoulders. It sticks to the vaguely visible skin trailing down his torso. A pair of sweatpants hang dangerously low off his hips, you struggle to bring your eyes away back up to his face. There his face is soft, head tilted and eyes crinkled, expecting an answer. You want to shrivel beneath his sweet gaze.
âI-um, yeah, sure. W-what movie?â
âOh, I donât really know. I was just going to see whatâs streaming, maybe order some room service.â He drops a laptop onto his bed. Crawling atop the sheets, he flips it open and looks back at you. Waiting, expectant. His hand softly pats the duvet beside him and you have nowhere to run.
The sheets are standard fare for a hotel and the mattress is stiff as you sit. Youâre practically almost hanging off the edge trying to keep a safe distance from Kai. If your skin so much as brushed his, youâd be broken. You werenât willing to risk bumping knees. If he thinks it odd, he doesnât say anything. Looking at the screen, heâs now scrolling through a bunch of movie options. Title after title flys by. Two of his fingers push along the mouse pad. The muscles of his hand twitch with every movement; veins shifting, knuckle tucking in and out. From fingertip to wrist his hands are huge, probably enough to completely cover your face. His fingers especially, are very long, so thin-cut and delicate. It can only make you wonder just how deep they could reach. If he knew how to really use them.
You feel your brain melting into a cesspool of depravity the longer youâre around him. Squeezing your eyes tight, the thoughts barely dissipate. Although, youâre granted a small peace as he picks your mind with something else.
âHow about Spider-man?â
âHm?â Peeking back at the screen, his cursor had landed on a Spider-Verse movie. Although, you didnât really know which one. Your head feels so cotton-stuffed, you simply nod without a thought. So he clicks on the card to play. Opening credits roll in and you fall further into the static. This movie shouldâve been the perfect distraction, something exciting and enjoyable. However, the soft heat of the boy curled beside you permeates your skin like a fever. Itâs no use, you canât fight the speed of your heart. The blood rush through your ears takes up everything in the room. Eyes, laser focused to the laptop screen, yet mind somewhere far away. So far you donât notice the sound of the movie stopping suddenly.
âY/n?â
Kaiâs knee softly bumps yours as he faces you. Itâs like a lightning strike right to the chest. Heartbeat rocketing, your words get jumbled. âWha-um-what?â
âIâŠIs something wrong? Did I do something?â He avoids eye contact, hands twisting up.
âN-no, no-um, HueningâŠwhatâs up?â
âI justâŠI feel like youâve kinda been avoiding me? His eyes slowly drag up to your face. âLike, you wonât even look at me.â
All you can hear is the blood rushing over your chest and cheeks, itâs all you can see as well. Kaiâs eyebrows are knit together in an expression that should not be nearly as hot as your overdriven brain thinks it is. The words jumble up in your throat, a 4-year confession and a week-long confessional-in-the-making. Your brain goes blank. Everything seems to spill out.
âI-Iâm notâŠupset. Iâm-Kai-itâs um, justâŠdoâŠdo you remember that conversation we hadâŠlike the night of the first show?â Your stomach twists, ready to eat itself up in embarrassment.
âUm, maybeâŠâ His eyes flit around as if trying to grasp the memory from the air. Brows draw in tighter before he stills. A chill settles between you two. His face explodes in Saharan heat. âOh god.â
The realization fills up the room with its horrible heated mortification. Your head hangs, guilt pooling in your lap.
âOh-oh god, Y/n, Iâm so sorry! Iâm so so sorry! I shouldâve never said that, Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to make you uncomfortable, Iâm so sorry-â
âNo-no, you-you didnât. I just-â You bury your head in your hands. Your cheeks burn the skin like a radiator, your heart feels like a supernova. The room is caving in on you. This wall youâd built up, a protective shell around your fragile heart, crumbled. The words taste sour on your tongue. âDidâŠdid you mean itâŠwhat you said?â
Silence sinks into your bones, shriveling under the weight of your humiliation. You canât bring yourself to look at Huening. You want to run, hide, jump off the roof, but you're stuck to the mattress; to the darkness of your eyes; to his sharp intakes of air.
âI did.â An angry red flush covers his face and a pillow now covers his lap. His voice and eye contact remain steady, nonetheless.
The room is too small, too hot. You need to crawl out of your skin and cool off, but the words just keep coming.
âS-soâŠif I wanted to-um-take you up on your offerâŠâ
Your hands fist the sheets fitfully, you canât meet his eyes beneath the weight of your shame. This is all you have thought about for the past week, and, suddenly living in your fantasy, you feel like a creep.
The touch of soft fingertips brushing over your jaw jolts to your already frayed nerves. He turns your gaze up to his. Something deep and unfamiliar has settled in his eyes; a darkness that bores right down into that depraved nest in your heart.
Somehow, his voice keeps calm, âCan I kiss you?â
âPlease-â You can't finish the word before youâre silenced. Smooth, honey plush lips blanket yours, like something out of a daydream. The first sensation to hit is his taste: mint toothpaste and vanilla chapstick; you have to fight the urge to bite at his lip for more. Your crossed-knees touch, bodies leaning forward to meet in the middle. Your noses knock and bump awkwardly before you settle into a rhythm. He borders an intense line between inexperienced eagerness and hesitant care. Keeping your hands firm at your sides, unsure how to move, he runs his fingers up and over your arms, coaxing them to cradle the nape of his neck. In turn, he does the same.
He unravels you. The rigid rod holding back your shoulders dissipates; fingers curl into the soft, still damp hair at the base of his neck. A sigh pulls at your lips as you lose yourself to this building heat. Slowly, inhibition slips away. You find yourself moving with an unprecedented fervor. Kai leans further into you, tilting your head back to his will, nails scratching deftly at your scalp. A conflicting pain trembles over your skin, swirling with an untapped pleasure until the two are indistinguishable. He pulls a jolting gasp from your chest. The sound which follows, you can only categorize as embarrassing. A strangled sort of noise; something long built-up, catching in your throat and struggling out in a breathy whine. Your face flares up, you wanna disappear as Kai pulls away slightly. Softly, his breath hitches. Creaking open your eyes, youâre met with a sight that almost drags the sound out again.
Kaiâs eyes, half-lidded and dark, bore down on you, haloed with pink, heated cheeks. His lips are kiss-bitten red and glossy. A wet dream come true. You tug him back to your lips, a new heat building in the kiss.
You arenât sure who makes the first move, who bites first, but when his tongue pushes up against yours, you succumb fully to this new feeling filling you up. An unfamiliar greed beats in your chest, a rabid craving for more. More and more sounds mingle between both of you, unabashedly. With every sweet whine of Kaiâs, the hunger grows. Your fingers tug at his hair, his press hard into your waist. Air is inconsistent and unnecessary.
âKai-â Lips keep moving against yours. âMore.â
âCan I-âHis hands fumble around your waist a bit, mouth still keeping in time. âYour shirt.â
You begin nodding without even thinking about it. Finally, you break from each other. His hands hike your shirt up your chest before you peel the rest off. You move to do the same for him but heâs already ahead of you. His shirt comes up and over his head before being tossed alongside yours. The porcelain skin of his chest lays out before your eyes. Heart beat picking up, you trace each ridge and jut and mole back up to meet his gaze, one just as entranced as you are.
As your lips meet again, they move with much more care. Something deep and unspoken swimming on your lips and stirring up your chest. Fingers drift gently over freckles and goosebumps running up both your sides. Your back melts into the mattress; Hueningâs intoxicating touch burning up your brain. His hands glide up and circle your chest softly. Brushing the sensitive, supple skin, more whimpers tumble out. Your hands copy his, nails dragging faintly down his soft stomach. His lips shudder against yours, breathing groans over your tongue. Knees sit on either side of your hips, keeping Kaiâs body hovering precariously over you. The tantalizing promise of his weight above you draws your fingers lower. Just a fingertip dipping into the waistband of his sweatpants. The hitch in his breath is slight.
The kiss disconnects once again as you look at each other, drinking in the sight. His hair mused back wildly and eyes blown wide, a million emotions fly between you. Keeping your eyes locked, that curious hand of yours hesitantly slips from its place. Pulling out of Kaiâs waistband, it snakes atop the fabric, coming to cup the prominent bulge beneath it. Your heart stutters at the heavy feeling of him in your hand. Kaiâs eyes widen infinitesimally. Your curious fingers squeeze softly and you watch as the last bits of his composure crumble. Head dropping into your neck, his moan is guttural and desperate. His hips buck further into your palm and it becomes incredibly apparent just how big he is
âGod-y/n, pleaseâŠâ The desperation with which he speaks your name, the whine and groan and guttural need pouring from his throat, finally breaks you.
For a moment, the only thought running through your head is how quickly you can get his sweatpants off. He seems to be thinking the same as his fingers pluck at your own waistband. However, as youâre about to give in, something stops you.
âKaiâŠâ Embarrassment floods your face, âDo youâŠhave a condom?â
His eyes widen, jaw dropping softly. A subtle red paints his cheeks as he slowly crawls off your body.
He awkwardly shuffles over to his bag on the floor before pulling out a small box of condoms. âI-I wasnât, like, planning on using them. Or anythingâŠYeonjun-hyung put them in my bagâŠâ
âWell, thank god for Yeonjun, I guess.â
Laughter eases the embarrassed tension as he rips open the packaging. Although he hesitates to take out the latex. You eye the clothes still covering both your bottom halves.
âI-I canâŠtake mine off first. If you want?â
He matches your gaze, moving back towards the bed, âAre you-Do you want this? Like, 100%?â
âYes.â Your head nods before you can even think about it, âYeah, I-I do. Do you?â
âYes.â
Leaning up, your lips meet his in a soft, sweet kiss. You slowly take his hand in yours and move it back down to your hip, to the bare skin beneath your waistband. Then, you tug your shorts down with his fingers. Finally, fully unclothed, you muscle through the timidity to open your eyes. The pure reverence in his face nearly calms your beating heart.
âKai, please. Touch me.â
Huening makes quick work of his own bottoms. They pool at his ankles though your eyes are glued to the way his cock smacks against his stomach. He rolls the smooth latex down his skin and your eyes follow with a shiver. Even with little-to-no frame of reference, youâre all too aware that heâs big. Standing at the edge of the bed, towering over you, he is just as entranced with you as you are with him. Any room for embarrassment melts away into an unrelenting need.
You yank him back and his lips messily onto yours; tongues mingling and meshing. His fingers wisp up your bare thighs, sparking a lingering electricity. Your mouth lands on his neck with kisses and kitten licks. The breathy groan you pull from him with a soft bite sounds like heaven. Hands move further toward the inside of your thighs, brushing over your core. He fumbles for a moment before you reach to take his hand in yours. Awkwardly, you guide two slender fingers up to your clit, starting them in a circle motion. Your back arches into the feeling, head sinking into the pillows. Huening watches your reactions diligently, slowly gaining more confidence in his movements. The fingers slip away from the nub as one of them trails down to cautiously push into you. It takes a moment for the odd stretch to settle and melt into pleasure, but as your hips buck into his hand, Kai takes the hint. He uses his thumb to keep circling your clit while experimentally curling two fingers against your walls. This foreign pleasure is overwhelming and not enough.
âI-is this okay?â
Your voice feels stuck so you nod enthusiastically, eyes screwed tight. Fingernails dig into Kaiâs scalp as you frantically pull him back to your lips. You work your tongue over his lips and onto his. Running your teeth down his jaw into the juncture of his neck, you litter the skin with soft bites. Lost in the pleasure, your movements feel crazed; desperate. That ever-looming climax is so close yet so far. You need it, like oxygen.
âNeed more. Need you, please-please, Hyuka-â
Emptiness only fuels your desperation. Kaiâs hips shift squarely over yours as his hand moves up between your bodies. His hard cock brushes your oversensitive thighs; the fog in your mind thickens. In the haze, you take Hueningâs, now messy, hand into your mouth, licking over the fingers and tasting yourself on them. They tickle at the back of your throat, freeing a pleased hum.
Kaiâs poor cock twitches against your leg and his chest stutters as you keep two lidded eyes on his. The fingers slip from your lips with a slight pop. His agape mouth falls onto yours, devouring your taste on your own tongue. That spit-slick hand guides his weeping tip down through your folds. It catches on your clit and teases your entrance. A gasp breaks your mouths apart. Kaiâs fluttering breaths paint your cheeks.
âI-Iâm gonnaâŠcan IâŠ?â
âHyuka, just fuck me. Please.â
âOh-okay-uh, tell-tell me when to move.â
With a deep breath, his hips begin pushing into yours. The stretch sets in; a fire rippling between your legs. Like being ripped apart while still getting stitched back together. A contradicting pain, spreading slowly with Kaiâs hesitation. He breathes sickly sweet whimpers into your ears and cradles your hands with his. They mingle in the sheets; an echo of heaven. Itâs nearly enough to distract you from the pain as he bottoms out.
âF-fu-shit-ahâŠyou-youâre soâŠâ His forehead hits your shoulder, punctuated with fluttering kisses. ââŠamazing.â
Pain subsides steadily in a flurry of sensations. The excruciating stretch melting into numbing pleasure. Kaiâs touch and affection; everything about him surrounding you everywhere. His heat pressed into your skin, his breath mixed with yours, your hearts beating in tandem as you join completely. You are full of him, of love for him, of need for him. Like youâve pushed all the air out of your body to make more room for him. Every part of you yearns for everything he has to give.
âKai-god-â You gasp out. âY-you can move.â
Shakily, he draws his hips back. You feel every ridge and vein run along inside you. And when he pushes back in, your chests shudder in unison; moans and groans filling the hotel room. He continues slowly; falling into overwhelming pleasure. It muddles your thoughts and weighs down your tongue. Andâwhen Kaiâs sloppy thrusts settle into an eager, consistent paceâit numbs your mind in ecstasy.
The room devolves into heady grunts and sharp whines echoing in your ears. A mantra of his name buildsâa plead, an oath, a prayerâspilling from your heart, coating your lips. Huening answers the call, swallowing your desperation with his own. You lose yourselves in each other. In the heat of your skin and lips meeting recklessly again and again. You need him closer, deeper; filling up your lungs and pumping through your veins. He wants more. Fingerprints and hickeys litter their way down your body at his discretion. His teeth sink in your shoulder, your nails scratch down his back. Itâs instinctual and awkward, yet perfect.
The whirlwind in your stomach grows stronger, closer and closer to imploding. You felt yourself teetering, standing on the edge of an unfamiliar precipice. With his breath and pace picking up, it seemed Kai was right there as well. His hand detached from its bruising placement on your hip. Moving his thumb over your clit in deft circles, an extra jolt of pleasure arcs up your spine.
âK-kai, there-please, please, please.â His name tumbles out in whimpers, as does to yours from his lips.
âF-fuck-close-Iâm-â A shudder runs through his body, his pace becoming sloppy and erratic. His finger keeps tight to your clit. Your lips clash as the bubble between you pops.
White explodes behind your eyelids. Mind-numbing pleasure fills your every limb. Youâre floating on bliss like youâve never experienced and everything else falls away. Except for Kai. He surrounds you, he fills your lungs and makes you whole. His weak whimpers and moans trail off in your ears like the sounds of heaven. His hips keep moving, stopping jerkily as pleasure seeps into overstimulation. Kaiâs arms buckle trying to keep his full body weight off you. He rolls off of you, landing on his back.
Silence fills the air in the aftermath. You exchange heavy breaths, staring off at the ceiling. As the high slowly fades, so does the fog in your head. Realization settles sharp in your bones. Dread and elation stir in your stomach, brewing a dangerous cocktail of words.
âI like you.â
Huening sits up a little, âHuh?â
âIâŠgod, Iâm so sorry-â You pull yourself up and look back down at the man, turning the words over in your head until they spill out. âKai, I really really like youâŠI have for the past 4 years! And I know this is probably a horrible time to be saying this, but I justâŠI donât want this to ruin us or-or the group and I-â
âY/n! Y/nâŠâ He pulls your hands into his. A bright smile splits his cheeks, shining on your face. âI really like you too.â
Air collapses in your chest, soft and scared. ââŠR-really?â
His eyes shine and melt into raspberry cheeks with an eager nod. âI didn't mean for it to come out like this, butâŠâ
âMaybe you should get tipsy more often.â Both of you spill over with giddy giggles. A brand new kind of ecstasy fills up your chest, beating in time with Kaiâs heart.
âMaybeâŠâ
Your heartbeat speeds, building with each passing second as you look at Huening. Sweet chocolate eyes you could drink in, overindulge, and just never stop. And they look right back at you with the same adoration thatâs pumping through your veins.
âIâll, uh, go get a towel so we can clean up.â Kai shifts off bed, disappearing into the bathroom to discard the condom. He returns with a warm towel, as promised, and begins to gently wipe up your thighs, staying cautious around your still-sensitive folds. The heat soothes some of the worse marks littering your skin, combined with Kaiâs delicate kisses over them.
After he works his way up, he ends with your lips. You move in harmony, swapping sweet giggly pecks, fitting together like perfect puzzle pieces. The way his hands cradle your cheeksâall encompassing, trapping their heatâfeels like home. Neither of you can contain the joy flooding your faces with huge smiles. They remain even as he pulls away.
âCan we still finish that movie?â
âSure, hyuka.â
Peace fills the space between you. Love wrapping around and around, building and keeping you safe in its embrace. The world melts away leaving only this room, this moment, the breaths shared between you, the heat of your bare skin melding into his. Curling together beneath the sheets, you bask in it; this revelation of reciprocated love. For a moment, nothing exists beyond you and Kai among the Manhattan skyline.
virgin!kai x virgin!reader, both desperately in love with one another for like 5 years, suddenly in some forced proximity-esque situation and it just all comes out
Breaking news! Fic author starts writing a fic thinking it will be short and it turns out to be long! It is not the first time nor will it be the last!
