Req: can you write something with a dom!reader and any sub!EXO idol
Words: 1999
Genre: smut (m)
Pairing: Chanyeol x reader
You’re almost certain that your eyes are going to fall out of your head when you see Chanyeol step out of the bedroom in his black sweater that fit his torso almost too perfectly and with those long fingers straightening the hem over his jeans. He stops at the door, his hand freezing as he notices your intense gaze and your eyes fly up to his face to see him raise an eyebrow, an amused smirk making its way onto his face.
You swallow thickly and look away, choosing to focus instead on Baekhyun who sat beside you on the couch, immersed in some game on his phone that had him yelling curses every time he lost—which was every couple of minutes.
The boys were going to Minseok’s new apartment, all pumped for a night of soju, games and drunken karaoke to officially inaugurate his first weekend at the place and Baekhyun had come over almost half an hour ago to pick Chanyeol up.
Right now, as you stared at your boyfriend—who was wearing your favourite sweater that you’d bought for him on purpose, judging by the stupid smirk that was still on his face—you wondered if it was too late to fake being sick so that he wouldn’t leave.
“Babe, have you seen my phone?” You hear him ask as he searches around the living room. You shake your head in response, eyes focused on the television even though it was pointless, not like you could hear anything over Baekhyun’s sudden bursts of rage.
You tried your hardest to keep your gaze on the screen as Chanyeol looked around the couch and coffee table in front of you. He suddenly came around the table and leaned right over you, hands wandering the leather seat. You finally tore your eyes from the screen to glare up at his face that was hovering right over yours, almost pressing you back onto the couch, his fingers creeping up your long sweater and now on your rear.
“Your phone isn’t here, Chanyeol,” you gritted out.
Chanyeol smirked, hands creeping up your thighs. “Maybe you’re sitting on it?”
You slapped his wandering hand right as it reached in between your thighs, fingers teasingly grazing the front of your panties shamelessly, with no regard for Baekhyun who sat beside you.
“Why don’t you call it, you idiot?” Baekhyun suggested wryly, making both your heads turn to him and you slumped in relief when you realise that he was still playing his game, not having noticed your boyfriend basically grope you right next to him.
You scowl at Chanyeol as you push him away and he raises an eyebrow as he bends forward. You raise your hand to actually slap his hands away this time but he ducks and instead pulls down your sweater that he’d hiked up during his ‘search’, tugging it over your knees.
“Don’t you want to put on some pants?” He asks, cocking his head. “It’s cold.”
“I’m fine,” you retorted.
“My sweater looks good on you,” he mumbles, his lower lip caught in between his teeth as his gaze darkens in a way that makes your thighs clench—a movement he doesn’t miss as he grins and turns to continue his search.
You exhale in disbelief, eyes wide at him as you huff and stand from the couch. Chanyeol looks at you with raised eyebrows as you grab his hand and pull him back to the bedroom that he’d just walked out of.
You slam the door shut behind you and spin around to face him, glaring. “What the hell are you doing?”
“What?” Chanyeol reiterates, shrugging innocently. “What did I do?”
You cross your arms, cocking your eyebrow at him incredulously. “The couch? The sweater? Why are you teasing me as if I’m the one leaving you alone at home tonight?”
“Do you not want me to leave?” Chanyeol’s voice is dripping with a proud arrogance that annoys you to no end, infuriating you further as he steps forward, tone lowering as he continues, “Say the word and I’ll cancel.”
You bite your lip in frustration, knowing that he knew that you wouldn’t make such a selfish demand but he could flaunt it and tease you all the same, trying to get under your skin.
And god, was it working.
“I saw you checking me out earlier,” he stated in that tone. “You really like me in this sweater, don’t you? I didn’t wear it to tease you or anything, Y/N, honestly, it’s sweater weather and—”
Chanyeol stops with a gasp as you basically slam his body with yours, hands clutching the front of the soft sweater to tug his stupid giant self down and press your lips to his heatedly. Your sudden force has caught him off guard, causing him to stumble back onto the dresser table.
You lean further into him, hearing the clutter of things falling off the table and hitting the ground which is easier to ignore as Chanyeol moans into your mouth when your tongue traces his lower lip hungrily. You raise your right leg, placing your foot beside his arm on the dresser so that you could grind your core over his clothed crotch.
A guttural groan escapes his lips, hands coming to grip the round flesh of your ass, squeezing you tightly to him as he sits on the edge and you’re tempted to just hump him through his clothes in a quickie that’d satisfy you both but you’re quickly reminded of how bratty he was being.
You force yourself to pull away from his mouth and Chanyeol’s eyes are dazed and unfocused as they slowly open to look down at you. You lean your forehead to his, both of your heavy breaths intermingling as your hand wanders down between your pressed bodies to palm his growing erection through his jeans. Chanyeol’s breath hitches as your hand makes contact with his desire and you take his hand with your free one, tugging him in a haze to the bed.
You sit him down and use both your hands to pull his knees apart, standing in between them. Chanyeol peers up at you with his doe-eyes blinking and you kiss him deeply, moving your lips sensually against his mouth as your hands work with unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. He shudders slightly as he feels your warm palm on his erection that is already glistening with precum.
You sigh into his mouth at the wetness, pulling away from the kiss only to keep your lips hovering right above his as your fingers stroke along his length. Chanyeol jolts beneath you as he feels the pad of your thumb rub over the slit, spreading the slickness over the head.
“Baby,” Chanyeol whines lowly, his breath hitting your mouth as he closes his eyes tightly.
You hum teasingly in response, snaking your other hand to grip the rest of his length, stroking him up and down at a leisurely pace that had him bucking his hips up into you for more.
He moans your name and it is only then that you softly mumble, “What is it, baby? What do you want?”
“Please,” he whines, eyes pleading as they looked up at you. “Let me cum, Y/N.”
“Do bad boys get to cum?” You wonder aloud as you start to slowly remove one hand and Chanyeol is quick to grab it, stopping you.
“I’m sorry, please,” he whispers desperately, pressing his mouth to you. You kiss him back and let him wrap his big hands around your own small ones, guiding them back onto his cock that was throbbing with desire, desperate for attention.
You lower yourself in between his legs, your knees on the carpeted floor as you keep your eyes on his, sticking your tongue out and inserting the tip right at the slit.
You teasingly circle your tongue around it a couple times before removing your tongue and Chanyeol is sweating now, cheeks and ears flushed pink. His hands go to grip your hair tightly and you immediately take your hands off his cock to snatch his wrists instead.
“I only have two hands, baby boy,” you remind him sweetly, blinking up at him from between his legs. “They can either hold your hands or your dick. Which will it be, hmm?”
Chanyeol’s body is tense with frustration and desire, his fists clenching as he reluctantly pulls them away from your head and rests them on the bed instead, curling the sheets in between his fingers.
You smile at him in approval, meeting his eyes again as you lick a long stripe over his impressive length. You lick slowly and leisurely lap at all the arousal, enjoying the growing frustration in him as you watch his knuckles go white with how hard he was gripping the sheets before finally relenting and wrapping your lips around the bulbous head of his hard cock, taking only the head in.
You wrap both your hands around the remaining length, moving them up and down and you watch as Chanyeol closes his eyes in pleasure, soft pants filling the air as his chest heaves. You feel him twitch in your mouth as your hands move faster and you then pull him out with an audible ‘pop’ sound. Chanyeol’s eyes shoot open at the denied orgasm and the flush has spread down to his neck now, entire body taut and terse as he gapes at you.
You smile in return, using your hands again to slowly stroke his length and right when his shoulders relax, you quickly take him into your mouth again.
You hollow your cheeks this time, relaxing your mouth to take as much of him in as you could until you feel his head hit the back of your throat. Your eyes sting with tears at the sensation but you ignore it and bob your head up and down his length at an animalistic pace, sucking him like your life depended on it.
Chanyeol has fallen back on the bed now, hands twisting the sheets around as he moans and whines softly. You listen to him in a lust-crazed frenzy almost, feeling your own arousal dampening your panties at hearing his husky deep voice whine and cry just for you, just because of you.
He bucks his hips into your mouth again, twitching and jerking as he reaches close and you sit up straighter, quickly using your hand to pull his sweater up.
You pull his dick out of your mouth, replacing your lips with your hand as you stroke him quickly, jerking your hand up and down. Chanyeol shakes, groaning loudly and then you watch with satisfied glee as cum shoots up, spurt after spurt, falling in a splatter onto his stomach and navel, dripping over your fingers and down your wrist.
Chanyeol lays back on the bed, chest heaving and gasping from the orgasm as you lean over him to lick his torso clean, lapping all the white fluids from your hands and him. You press a kiss to his stomach lightly when you’re done and sit up, grinning.
“There,” you say, straightening and pulling his sweater back down. “All clean. Wouldn’t want to ruin your sweater weather day, would we?”
Chanyeol is still trying to catch his breath, blinking up at the ceiling hazily. There’s silence for a moment before he mumbles, “Maybe I should really cancel.”
You laugh then, slapping his arm and standing up. “Shut up, Baek will kill you, he’s literally been waiting almost an hour now.”
You grab his phone from the dressing table and throw it at Chanyeol before leaving the room to find a bored Baekhyun grumbling about the two of you waiting for him to be around to have sex and torment him as he tiredly yells out to Chanyeol that he’s going to start the car with a threat that he’ll leave if he isn’t outside in five minutes.
Warning: dom!Kai, sliiiight angst if you look hard enough lol
A/N: Happy Birthday, cousin (pt 3--its the final one, I swear) also this entire thing was inspired by the gifs of the W Korea photoshoot and those gifs oNLY
One would think that the fact that he's your brother's best friend would be enough of a reason to not fuck him behind your brother's back.
But no, you had to pick him even though he was the one guy who was famous too.
Hundreds of friends and yet, you picked the best friend, the idol:
EXO's Kai.
Of course, like most bad decisions, it wasn't intentional. You'd grown up around a lot of guys, thanks to your brother being the most outgoing, friendly guy that there is. And most of these guys only ever considered you as a younger sister--Jongin included.
Until about two months ago when there was a party at your place.
You'd been the perfect balance between tipsy and drunk, just one vodka shot away from losing your memories of the rest of the night. The crowd had gotten suffocating and you'd escaped upstairs to your bedroom, long after midnight when a majority of the people were shitfaced-drunk, including your brother. It was when you were stumbling to your bathroom that you'd ran into Jongin. You'd tripped on your heels and he'd caught your arms, steadying you.
You still remember what you wore. It was one of your favourite dresses--a dark navy lace that moulded your body with a deep plunging neckline that made your brother frown at all the cleavage you'd displayed oh-so-generously.
A decision that was difficult to regret especially when Jongin's eyes had lingered there for a moment before meeting your eyes. He'd surprisingly been sober and you still cannot recall whether it had been intentional on your part or not but you lost your balance in his arms, causing him to fall back on the wall with you up against him.
It had taken only a second of eye-contact before Jongin was kissing his best friend's little sister. One moan from you and he was shoving you into your bathroom, locking the door behind him as he lifted you onto the sink, lips finding yours again hungrily.
However, it didn't last for long. Right when you'd started tugging at his shirt impatiently, he'd grabbed your hand and stopped you, stepping away.
"You're drunk," he'd said. "We shouldn't be doing this. Your brother will kill me."
Before you could even stop him, he'd left you there in that bathroom, feeling cold and incredibly frustrated.
You didn't leave your room after that, feeling angry at yourself for how disappointed you were because he'd left. It shouldn't have mattered but it did and you couldn't get that kiss out of your head.
And apparently he couldn't either cause when it was close to 3AM and the music had died down and when you were certain everyone had passed out on all possible surfaces of your house except your room, you heard your door open.
Jongin had stood there, eyes dark and intense as they gazed at you and you had glared at him.
"What?" You had snapped at him. "Isn't my brother supposed to be killing you for something that he never even knew?"
At that, he'd raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? We're going to play the 'what he doesn't know won't kill him' game?"
"As opposed to the game of eye-fucking each other across the room and pretending to ignore the sexual tension everytime we're together?" Narrowing your eyes at him, you'd seethed, "Yeah, don't think I didn't notice all the glances you gave me all night."
"You're his kid sister. I literally watched you grow up."
"Bullshit. The last both my brother and I saw of you was when you two were in middle school and then it was only after you debuted. Both you and I have changed plenty during that time and you know it."
Jongin had stepped into the room then, his back pressed against the door as he digested your words.
"I'm not a kid anymore, Jongin," you had said, leaning back on your headboard as you pulled your knees to your chest absentmindedly. His eyes had immediately dropped lower, following the movement and even before the wicked idea could form in your head, you were already spreading your thighs and displaying your thong that peeked through the dress that had hiked up considerably now.
You heard the familiar click-sound as his fingers locked the door shut behind him and like a man in a trance, he had strode to the bed and pounced on you in an almost animalistic frenzy, hands and mouth everywhere.
The way that you had unintentionally moaned 'Kai' after the first orgasm he gave you that night--or morning--dawned the realisation upon both of you that it wouldn't be the last time you'd be doing this.
A realisation that the two of you had abided by as Kai now marked up your neck in the downstairs bathroom of your house, grinding into your thigh while the guys were immersed in their game of PubG in the living room--a perfect excuse to disappear without anyone noticing especially since Baekhyun kept yelling, "DIE DIE YAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Except that now--almost two months after the first time in your room--you felt things differently than earlier.
It had started last week. Your brother had left town for a couple days, your parents weren't home so of course you called him over. After the party, it was mostly quickies here and there so this was a golden opportunity for both of you. Kai had driven over immediately, you had fucked in all possible places of the house in all sorts of positions and you remember thinking that if you died from having too much sex, it'd probably be a great way to go. Especially if it was with Kai.
But then he had stayed the night. You'd laid on his chest and he'd ordered pizza around 1AM and you'd worn his shirt that was too big for you while answering the Dominoes delivery man at the door and he'd waited for you on the carpet of your living room with a stupidly cute grin on his face.
You knew you were fucked when you woke up feeling warm in his arms that were wrapped snugly around you, his face buried in your neck. You knew you were truly fucked when he'd smiled right as he woke up and saw you with the tray of toast and coffee, putting it aside and pulling you back into bed with him for some lazy morning sex. You knew you were truly royally fucked when the two of you stood pressed up against your front door when he had to leave, neither of you making the move to leave--until he had to run upstairs and escape from your window when you two heard the sound of your brother's car in the driveway.
And when you'd fallen back into your bed, smiling and wrapped yourself in the sheets that smelled like him?
Yeah. Fucked. Both literally and metaphorically.
Of course, it hadn't been like this the whole time. At first, it was the risk of what you were doing, or rather who you were doing--sneaking around your brother's back, the thrill of getting caught, the way you'd drive him up the walls by calling him Jongin in public and screaming Kai when you both were alone, the way he'd have you struggling to keep it together when you were around your brother by giving you a certain look or by straying his hand farther down your back or sending you a dirty message on your phone at the dinner table while you sat with everyone and of course, the fact that you were having the best sex of your life with one of the sexiest KPop idols on a regular basis. But now, as you watched your reflection in the bathroom mirror, held up against the door while he thrusted into your clothed core, you couldn't ignore the feeling of fluttering butterflies over the usual impending-orgasm-tightening of your stomach.
"Fuck," you gasped, closing your eyes as you felt Kai come over your panty and bare thighs, your own orgasm soaking through your underwear.
You breathed hard as you looked at him, your eyes moving from the back of his head that you could see in the mirror to his face as he pulled away from your neck. He smiled at you then, setting off your heart in an erratic pace that had your insides turn to mush as you stared at him.
Post-sex Kai was the most beautiful Kai that you'd ever seen: his honey skin flushed with an ethereal glow, all the blood rushed to his cheeks, sweat glistening on his forehead and his lips swollen.
You swallowed thickly as you blinked at him and he ducked his head towards yours, mouth going to meet yours and you quickly say it before you can second-think it or stop yourself,
"We need to stop this."
Kai's mouth moves to your throat instead as he licks a long stripe from your collarbone to your ear. "Hmm?"
"We should stop this," you repeat, your heart pounding in your ears. You then have to force the next words out, "Kai, stop, I'm not fucking around."
You place your hands on his chest to push him off you and see him blink at you, as if in a daze.
"Well," he said, still grinning coyly. "We aren't fucking around right now. But we could--"
"I'm serious."
The smile falls off his face, his playful expression turning somber in an instant.
"What's going on?" He asked.
"You're my brother's best friend," you state, moving your hands to your back where it was out of his sight since they were slightly trembling. "I'm his sister. He trusts both of us and we--we're doing this. I feel like the worst sister."
"Y/N, what--"
"He trusts me, Jongin." The use of his real name makes him scowl slightly as he realises you're serious.
Oh, if only he knew.
"He said this thing the other day," you continued, forcing yourself to maintain eye-contact so that the lies you were spouting wouldn't be as obvious. "He said that he's glad he can trust me and that I'm honest with him. It made me feel like shit."
No, he didn't, but what did make you feel like shit was when your phone would light up with a notification from 'Jongin' that had you grinning like an idiot.
You cleared your throat, tugging down your skirt that he had bunched up around your waist.
"Y/N," Kai, no, Jongin said your name in a tone you'd never heard him use before, making you look at him.
"What's going on?" He asked seriously. "Did he see the last text that I sent you or something? Did he find out?"
"No," you rolled your eyes as you straightened from the door. "No, he didn't. I just feel guilty. I feel like a... sinner."
"Isn't that what you like though?"
His tone makes you glance up, right as he takes a step towards you. With dark eyes focused on you, he places one hand on the door right near your waist, the other reaching for below your skirt and you feel his finger trace up your thigh before raising it to your mouth.
Your lips part open reflexively and he smirks in satisfaction, letting your mouth wrap around his long digit, allowing you to slightly taste the cum that he had collected from his earlier orgasm that was still on you.
"See?" He whispers, hot breath fanning your face as you stare up at him with your eyes wide open.
"You love this," Kai mutters. "You're a dirty sinner, Y/N, and you love it."
You closed your eyes, feeling your resolve break down momentarily before snapping your eyes open, grabbing his hand and pulling it out of your mouth.
"I'm serious, Jongin," you mutter, voice cracking. You shove him back, straightening your clothes. "This--we can't--we're stopping. That's it. Go play with the guys, they're waiting."
And with that, you left a stunned Kai Jongin in the bathroom and headed to your bedroom where you locked yourself in for the rest of the night before leaving to stay at a friend's place in the morning--a place where your cowardly self could hide out for days and sort out your messy emotions without having to worry about running into Kai.
"I literally do not understand why you need me there," you said exasperatedly, your fingers pressed to the bridge of your nose as you listened to your brother on the phone.
"Y/N, its been a week," he stated as if you didn't already know. "You've been crashing at Soojin's place for a week. I'm starting to think you hate me or something."
"You know it's not that," you reply, sighing. "I'll just spend a few more days with her before coming back."
He stays quiet for a moment before finally giving up on arguing with you. "Fine. But you have to come tonight."
"Again, I repeat, I don't understand why you--"
"Mom and Dad went for a trip, Y/N. Do you know when was the last time we had the house to ourselves?"
Yes, you wanted to say. Yes, I know exactly when--approximately two months ago which was around the time that Jongin's vacation had started and you'd thrown a 'welcome back home' party for him that had transcended into a private party in my room where he had shifted from your middle-school best friend Jongin to my secret fuckbuddy Kai.
But of course, you couldn't say that so you went, "No, I don't know."
"It's been months," he stated in his typical exaggerated fashion. "I would be insane if I didn't throw a party tonight. Its written in the stars, Y/N, karma will literally be out for you if you miss your favourite brother's legendary party tonight."
"You're my only brother," you state wryly.
"Bitch, I will drive up there and hit you."
You laugh slightly and shake your head, biting your lip as you considered the possibility. You were tempted to ask if he would be there but you knew he would, it'd be stupid to assume he wouldn't come.
It's been a whole week since you saw him, heard him and touched him.
You sigh and finally give up as you glance at Soojin who raised an eyebrow at you.
"I'll be there," you mutter, smiling as you hear your brother cheer in victory. "Don't open the vodka bottles that I bought last month before I get there or I'll murder you."
"Get here fast then," he retorted and you two abruptly hung up.
"You're going for the party," Soojin said wryly even before you could say a word.
You nodded in defeat, looking up at her hopefully. "Will you come with me?"
She snorted, crossing her arms. "Why, so I can watch you run around the house, trying to avoid Kai? No, thanks."
Soojin was the only one who you'd confided in with your dirty secret and she had given you advice that had terrified you to no ends:
"Just tell him you like him."
"Oh come on, Y/N!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in frustration as she watches you fidget on her couch. "I don't understand what you're so worried about. Given the fact that you two have been sleeping around like bunnies for two months now, I don't think it's likely that he'd reject you."
"He's an idol, Soojin," you say defiantly, raising an eyebrow. "Fucking around and dating are two very different things."
"Are idols incapable of dating?" She rolled her eyes. "If he can fuck around with you for this long without your brother finding out in his own household, I think he can manage a secret relationship without his agency finding out."
"Secret relationship?" You screeched, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks. "What the fuck are you saying, we're literally talking about his career here!"
"Why are you blushing then?" Soojin called you out, narrowing her eyes at you. You threw the cushion at her and she sighed, standing up from the couch.
"I'm not going to argue with you, Y/N," she said, holding up her hands in defense. "But for what it's worth, I think you should tell him the truth cause he's a grown adult who can decide for himself whether he should date or not. So you should confess for your own peace of mind. Cause trust me, unrequited crushes are the worst." She paused, thinking. "Well. You're pretty lucky for someone who has an unrequited crush cause you've fucked him in all possible--"
"Stooooop," you whined, falling back on the couch dramatically. "Don't trigger me, I'm trying not to think about it."
Soojin smirked, crossing her arms. "Missing the endless sex, Y/N?"
"Missing is an insufficient word," you grumble, frowning. "I miss my room but sex with Kai is not something I'm missing right now, it's something I'm..."
You trailed off, trying to think of a word that would match all the emotions you felt when you thought of Kai in your arms, in all his naked glory.
There was a short silence before Soojin suddenly suggested, "... Craving?"
"Mm," an involuntary sound that sounded like a half-moan and no where near as appropriate as it did in your head escaped your mouth and your eyes flew to Soojin who was gawking at you, definitely having heard you.
She burst out laughing as you sat up from the couch, your entire body feeling warm with part-embarrassment and part-other-emotions-that-you-didn't-want-to-name.
"You're so full of bullshit, Y/N," she giggled, shaking her head and taking your hand as she pulled you up. "Regardless of what you do with him tonight, I'm going to play my job as best friend and dress you up so good that Kai will be crawling to your room on his knees."
You looked at her, horrified. "That's the exact opposite of what I want."
"Fine, then," she shrugged, leading you to her room. "He'll see you and push you onto your knees, happy?"
"Soojin, oh my god--"
"Shut up, bitch. This is my house and in my house, I dress you up how I want to, whether you like it or not so shut the fuck up and take off your clothes, we got a slutty Cinderella to create."
Soojin wasn't joking.
You'd hoped against hope that she would be but she wasn't and you realised how dutifully she'd stuck to her statement as you entered the living room of your house, immediately feeling all eyes on you.
Your hair tied up in a complicated updo with a few strands hanging down and framing your face, Soojin had lent you a dress that had surprised you--an ivory-coloured satin dress that hugged your hips and thighs before flaring out slightly at the knees, accentuating your curves in all the right places, with a satin ribbon that crisscrossed at the back like a sort of corset. The only aspect of the dress that you'd hesitated about was the cowl neckline that would be dangerously revealing if you leaned any way too much.
When Soojin had said 'slutty Cinderella', you'd expected some daring skimpy outfit that showed way too much skin but as your brother waddled to you in a drunken-walk that you were familiar with, you realised that she had sneakily misdirected your thoughts by putting you in an outfit that didn't display anything directly but was teasing and body-shaping enough to leave plenty for the imagination.
Soojin, you evil bitch.
You hugged your brother, crinkling your nose as you smelled the alcohol on him and tried to understand the words that he was slurring drunkenly in your ear.
Your eyes suddenly caught a movement to the right and you froze in his arms as you saw Kai from over your brother's shoulder, striding out of the kitchen with a drink in his hand.
He stopped as soon as he saw you, eyes growing wide and your brother stepped away from you right at that moment, leaving you without a shield as Kai's eyes raked over you.
Your own couldn't help but drink him in--clad in a white shirt that was unbuttoned all the way to his mid-torso with frills at the front that only he could pull off perfectly in that typical-Kai fashion, tucked into black pants that elongated his legs, you felt your throat turn dry as you saw him.
God, it must be illegal to look that good.
And then Kai's eyes flew back up to meet yours which is when the realisation hit you:
His clothes were the exact same outfit that you'd admitted to lusting over when you'd seen it at a magazine photoshoot--you'd said that he looked like a groomsman whose jacket you, the bridesmaid, had tossed away and left him in just the white and black underneath.
And simultaneously, you recalled one night where Kai had especially drawn out the foreplay--you'd worn white lingerie and he'd admitted that he loved seeing you in white cause it gave off the appearance that you were innocent but only he knew how dirty you truly were, especially when he took the white garments off.
You'd mentioned this to Soojin. Not today or yesterday but almost two months back when it had happened, a conversation that even you hadn't remembered until you saw how Kai's eyes darkened from across the room--but apparently that Soojin hadn't forgotten.
I'm going to fucking kill her.
Kai took a step forwards, eyes still on you and you immediately heard sirens in your head. Hurriedly, you turned and exited through the front door, your legs taking you to the back of the house.
You don't know how many hours you'd spent running away every time that you even caught a glimpse of him. Yes, it was cowardly and yes, it was childish but you couldn't help it. It must have been about two hours later when a majority of the guests were sufficiently drunk that you found your way to the kitchen and had your first drink of the night--the vodka that you'd hidden away.
You were well into your third shot when you saw Kai in the living room, near the couch. There was a girl dancing around him and you saw the look of disinterest on his face as his eyes flitted around the room before finally finding yours.
The glass that you were holding froze mid-way to your lips and you watched as his eyes narrowed before he grabbed the waist of the girl in front of him.
You only saw him roll his hips sensually against her before you whipped your head around, feeling a burn in your chest that you were certain wasn't caused by the vodka.
God, I am so fucked.
Your eyes closed at the realisation and you suddenly felt rage boil through you.
There's no reason for you to run. You asked for this. You wanted a fuckbuddy and not a relationship. Kai was too boyfriend-material and by the time you'd realised that, it had already been too late. Which was why you left.
And now you could move on.
"Fuck it," you muttered to no one in particular as you downed the last of the vodka in your glass, slamming it down on the table and striding purposefully to the living room.
You grabbed the shoulder of the first tall guy that you saw and spun him around.
You couldn't remember his name but you knew his face well--it was a face that both Soojin and a lot of girls weren't fond of due to his fuckboy status and that was all the memory you needed to throw your arms around him as you danced wildly to the music.
You hadn't danced for long when suddenly, you felt a hand grab your arm, spinning you around to see the face of a seething Kai.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" He yelled to be heard over the music. "I'm the one who makes you feel guilty but fucking Jason is completely okay?"
"You're my brother's best friend!" You defend yourself loudly. "My brother doesn't even like Jason. And who I sleep with is none of your business, Jongin, fuck off."
You turn at that to a tipsy Jason and you quickly mutter into his ear the magical words that no guy at a party can resist, 'Hey, do you wanna get out of here?'
Quickly heading for the door, you take Jason's hand and lead him outside your house, dragging him through the people that were dancing out front. When you were sure Kai couldn't see you anymore, you told Jason that you'd be right back and headed down the block to the grocery store.
Sitting at the small foldable table outside the store all alone at 4:17AM in the morning, you considered calling Soojin to ask her to pick you up before realising that you'd left your phone at your house. You lay on the table, wake up and loiter around the store for a while until you hear a whole row of cars drive past the store.
You glance at the clock above the cashier's head:
5:28
You take off your heels and leave the grocery, walking your way back to your house.
The front porch is empty and so is the living room when you enter. You close the front door as quietly as possible, hearing the click echo through the hall as the whole house is filled with silence, as opposed to an hour ago.
Sighing, you drop your heels on the floor and carefully make your way through the bottles and cups, too tired to clean up now. Making a silent vow in your head to help your brother tomorrow morning, you head for the dark kitchen and reach for the jar of water.
The moonlight filters through the curtains enough to illuminate the island counter and you pour yourself a cup, raising it to your mouth and cocking your head back as you gulp it down.
The water is down your throat when you feel a sudden warmth at your back. You glance down and see two familiar veiny hands at your sides, holding on the counter.
Jumping in surprise, the plastic cup falls from your hand as you whip around to come face-to-face with Jongin.
His eyes are darker than the night as they bore into you, the moonlight hitting only one side of his face while the other half is hidden in shadows. His hands have caged you between his body and the counter at your back but without touching you.
You blink up at him, heart racing erratically--both from being startled and from the proximity after a week of not seeing him.
You hated to admit it but your senses were already drowning in his familiar scent that you'd missed, your thighs clenching around nothing.
"Where did you go?" His voice was piercing and sharp, cutting through the silence.
You swallowed, the sound echoing. "I went with Jason."
"You're lying," he cut you off even before you could finish saying it. "You left him on the front porch. Where did you go?"
You stay silent, hearing your own bated breath.
Kai's eyes narrowed. "Y/N."
"G-grocery store," you weakly muttered, giving in.
"Why?"
You don't respond, suddenly hyper-aware of everything around you. Your heart was pounding in your ears, you could hear your heavy breaths and you could hear every breath that Kai took, feel all the heat that his body was radiating even without touching you and the way both your bodies were the loudest echoes in this dark kitchen on this moonlit night.
Taking a breath, you finally admit, "I needed to get away from you."
At this, Kai's entire demeanour changes as he straightens suddenly, eyebrow cocking up. "Oh really? How's that working for you so far?"
You don't say a word and then he's slamming you into the counter, the marble surface biting into your back as he grips your forearms tightly.
"You really think that you can cut me off so easily after making me fucking addicted to you, Y/N?" He gritted out. "You started this. The same hesitation you had last week, I had it that night at the bathroom. And the same confidence that you had on your bed, I'm showing you now."
You're breathing really hard now, certain he can hear how loud your heart is as you gasp, "Kai--"
He cuts you off with a heated kiss, one that was unlike the million that you'd had so far--filled with aggravation, teeth clashing and tongues battling for dominance. You lost readily, letting him explore your mouth with his talented tongue, swallowing your moans as you melted in his arms.
Kai pulls away when he's certain you're breathless, forehead pressed against yours.
"If you want me to stop," he breathes out heavily. "Tell me now and I'll leave you alone. I swear I will. No more fucking around. But if you don't, I'm going to show you exactly what it means to sin."
You're already gripping the front of his shirt, fingers roaming his warm chest hungrily. His hands came up and grabbed yours, holding them in front of you, making you glance up at him.
You blink hazily, already feeling every bit of fight and resilience that you had in you leave, wanting to be drunk in his arms, wanting to be drunk in Kai.
"Don't stop," you mutter, feeling your legs tremble as you threw your head back. "God, please don't stop."
Kai's lips were immediately attacking your throat, one hand holding both of yours in between you two while his other hand went to your back. You felt the knot on your back that Soojin had tied into a bow so carefully and neatly come undone and Kai's fingers moved quickly as they pulled the satin ribbon free from the loops on the back, the dress loosening around you.
He yanked the ribbon completely free from behind you and you watched as he placed it between his lips to allow his hands to tug your dress down. You heard him moan at the sight of your bare breasts and you started to reach for his shirt but he stopped you right as the dress pooled around your ankles. His foot steps on the hem and you lift each of your own feet, allowing him to pull it from around your ankles and kick it aside.
Taking the satin ribbon from his mouth, Kai wrapped it over and over around your joined wrists, binding them together and tying it tightly.
Your breaths were coming out in short gasps as you watched him, core already pulsating with desire and when he finished tying your hands, his lust-crazed eyes met yours.
"I've been wanting to do this ever since I saw you tonight," he mutters, hands going to his pants as he pulled his zipper down. "I'm going to show you exactly how much of a dirty sinner you are, Y/N."
You don't get the chance to respond as he spins you around by your shoulders, hand pressing into your back until you're arched over the counter, bound hands atop it and breasts pressing against the cold marble.
"A dirty sinner just for me," he whispers right in your ear before licking it.
"Fuck, Kai," you whine at the sensations spreading through your body as you feel his knees pressing into the back of your leg, urging you to spread your thighs.
You do so readily, and he raises his left hand to your mouth, two fingers slipping inside your lips, making you immediately suck on the long digits.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard and so good on this kitchen counter," Kai promises, thrusting his fingers into your mouth. "And you're going to stay quiet for me, baby."
You moan around his fingers, arching your back into him.
He continues, "Your brother is upstairs, isn't he? We don't want him to find out about how his innocent sister is really a dirty sinner, do we?"
You close your eyes, feeling his other hand wander lower.
"Look how wet you are for me," he mutters, kissing the back of your neck, his chest reverberating against your back. You choke on his fingers slightly as you feel his other fingers slip inside your wet folds, walls immediately clenching around him.
"Fuck, I've missed how wet you get for me," Kai groans as he flicks your clit incessantly, making you buck and squirm against the counter in a matter of minutes.
He removes his fingers from your mouth, trailing it downwards and replaces his right hand with his left, dripping with your saliva. You trash around at the sensation and Kai holds you tightly against the counter to steady you, his fingers thrusting into you deeply and easily because of your fluids.
You press your bound wrists to your mouth to muffle your moaning as you feel him bring you closer and closer to your high. Writhing on the table, your thighs began clenching around him and right then, he pulled his fingers out of your dripping pussy.
Collapsing on the table and focusing on being quiet, Kai doesn't give you much time to breathe from your almost-orgasm as you feel him coat the head of his erection with your arousal, wetting it completely before slipping it inside you.
You moaned, slapping your hand over your mouth as Kai began thrusting at an animalistic pace. It was rougher and faster than he'd ever been on you before, his fingers digging into your hips and certain to leave bruises tomorrow morning while the angle of his hips helped him reach inside you in all the sweet spots that had you seeing stars.
The air was hot and heavy around the two of you, filled with the sounds of skin slapping, your muffled moans, Kai's breathless pants and the water bottle trembling at the corner of the counter as he slammed you against it repeatedly.
Your breasts roughly brushed against the surface as Kai pounded into you. He suddenly grabbed your thigh and raised your leg.
The new position had you screaming into your hand as you felt his dick reach upwards, rubbing your clit just as he thrusted in and out of you.
Kai pressed his chest to your back, pinning you down to the counter table and right as his hand groped your breast, your orgasm crashed over you.
You shook over the table, legs trembling as you came around Kai's dick, his own orgasm following a few more rough thrusts later. You're dripping with cum and you can feel it trickling down your thigh as you lay exhausted on the counter, Kai's body collapsed over your own back.
"Still feeling guilty, baby?" You heard him pant and you couldn't help the smile that came over your face at the question.
"No," you admit honestly. "A little sore, a lot satisfied, and there's definitely no guilt or regret."
You felt Kai press a gentle kiss to the nape of your neck and the two of you lapse into silence, you focusing on the sounds of both of you trying to catch your breaths. Kai straightened suddenly, pulling out of you and you felt his hands on your shoulder, gently spinning you around.
His eyes scanned your face, fingers lightly tracing your chin. "You're okay?"
The soft question filled with concern had your heart swelling and you couldn't help it as you pressed up against him with your arms still bound, kissing him deeply. His arms grabbed the back your thighs, pulling you up on the counter and sitting you down on it as he kissed your neck. You arched back and fell on the counter.
Right then, a bright light flashed across your eyes.
You snapped your eyes shut tightly and were vaguely aware of red spots dancing behind your eyelids.
When you opened your eyes and squinted at the harsh light, you realised that Kai had stopped moving.
A chilly air suddenly blew past and you felt your blood run cold.
Slowly turning your head to the right, you see your brother standing at the doorway to the kitchen, eyes wide and hand frozen on the light-switch.
Although it was your third date with Jongin, you couldn't help but feel nervous as you adjusted your hair in the restaurant's fancy bathroom. You're fixing your makeup when you feel a familiar strange gaze on you.
You know that gaze. You know this feeling.
Your eyes widen as you spin around and almost shriek as you see Kāi leaning against the bathroom wall, his arms crossed on his chest, familiar smirk playing on his face.
"What are you doing here?" You gasp, clutching your chest in horror.
"Third date, huh?" Kāi cocks his head to the side in an oh-so-familiar gesture that it almost makes your heart hurt.
It's been almost a month since you bid goodbye to him and it's only now as you stare at him that you realise you'd missed him more than you thought you did.
"Did I summon you?" You ask, frowning in confusion as you tried to recall whether you'd accidentally thought of him that he appeared again.
"You didn't." He rolls his eyes, uncrossing his arms and stepping forward. "I came here by myself."
You raise your eyebrow as he steps up right in front of you, making you lift your head to look at him. "Is something wrong?" You ask softly.
Kāi smirks, leaning his forehead against yours, both your breaths intermingling. "The guy out there has some wild thoughts on his mind. Anything fun happening tonight?"
You try to narrow your eyes at him although its hard with his face so close. "Maybe. We're going to his place after dinner for a movie so I'm not sure."
"What's to be sure of?" Kāi's finger is on your chin now, the nail lightly scraping the skin as your head slowly tilts almost involuntarily to his touch as he mutters, "Do it. Seal the deal."
"What are you doing?" You whisper, feeling conflicted as the emotions that had left you for a month began to slowly resurface. "Why are you here? Are you jealous again?"
Kāi raises an eyebrow, his lips softly brushing against your cheek in a way that made your knees weak. "Do you want me to be?"
"Kāi," you breathed out hoarsely, the warning clear in your head even if it wasn't in your tone. You didn't trust your voice--or your body, for that matter--around him but you didn't have to; he could hear your thoughts and that was enough. Kāi sighs heavily as if you were being a buzzkill, stepping back and saying in a bored tone, "Things seem to be going well between you and that dumbass. I got annoyed. Just wanted to remind you of what you're missing. But I see you're firm with your decision."
"I am," you agree, confused at his words before it suddenly hits you. Your eyes widen as you struggle to suppress the grin on your face, asking in disbelief, "Wait, wait, did you... did you come here cause you miss me?"
"No," Kāi immediately snapped, annoyed as he glared at you. "I don't miss you."
You bite your lip, forcing down a laugh. "Sure. I believe you."
He rolls his eyes, running his hands through his green hair. "Fuck whoever you want. I don't care. That guy's a dumbass, anyway."
"Have you seen him?" You demand, chuckling. "Or even a mirror? Do you really not see it?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," he cuts you off as usual, "I'm going. Sure you don't want to summon me again?"
You smiled at him, nodding. "I'm sure."
He narrows his eyes at you. "You know what we never did? A goodbye fuck. The ending ceremonies nowadays require that instead of the traditional Ouija board and--"
"Kāi."
"Fine," he scowls. He pauses, thinking of more excuses, you were sure. "You know what you should do? That time when your legs were almost over your shoulders, that was--hey, actually, you want some tips?"
How about Kaisoo? (Could be anything, I’m not picky 👀)
A/N: Since you specified that it could be anything, this is just straight up Kaisoo because they’re my fav ship after ChanBaek ok
It’s always mesmerising to watch Kai dance. Millions all over the world acknowledged this well-known fact but for Kyungsoo, it was entirely enchanting—to watch him transition from playful Jongin to passionate Kai.
The way his body’s movements were as graceful as a swan’s, hands swaying delicately and feet as light as air as he let the music take over, coursing through his veins and blood until it was all he could feel, until he was the music.
From debut to now, Kyungsoo still held the same awe as he watched Kai practically soar across the floor, a slave to the music and a master of his emotions as he channelled all of it into his body.
Kyungsoo watched as Kai fell to his knees in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror of the empty dance room, eyes closed in concentration as he rolled his head from the left to the right. He was panting softly as his eyes slowly fluttered open and Kyungsoo watched as they widened when they noticed him in the mirror, standing at the back of the room quietly.
And the illusion breaks as Jongin quickly returns to Earth.
“Hyung,” he breathed, blinking rapidly as if he was making sure he wasn’t hallucinating. He turned around then, looking right at Kyungsoo to confirm he’d really seen him as he asked, “When’d you get here?”
Kyungsoo starts to reply but stops when he realises that Jongin is quickly jumping to his feet and racing to the speakers, disconnecting his phone so that the music stops before hurrying to where Kyungsoo stood.
“Why didn’t you tell me you got here?” Jongin says but Kyungsoo is already reaching his hand out to fist it around the soft fabric of Jongin’s shirt, yanking him down so their lips could meet.
“Didn’t want to interrupt you,” Kyungsoo muttered as they kissed each other passionately, mouths warm and lips tender as Jongin held him close. “We don’t have much time, the others will be here soon.”
“We’d have more time if you interrupted me,” Jongin says in between kisses, making Kyungsoo growl in annoyance.
“Shut up and just kiss me, Jongin.” Kyungsoo pushes him to the wall, his lips desperate and devouring as he cocked his head to delve his tongue deeper into Jongin’s mouth. His hands clutch at the hem of Jongin’s plain black tee, breaking the kiss for a fraction of a second to promptly yank it off.
He’s still sweaty from the practice but Kyungsoo couldn’t care less—“I missed you,” he murmurs against Jongin’s plush lips as he lets his hands that were cool from the car’s air conditioner wander over Jongin’s warm chest.
“I always miss you,” Jongin replies as he lowers his head to Kyungsoo’s neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses on his throat as Kyungsoo arches his head back to give him better access.
“Okay, it’s not a competition, Kim Jongin,” Kyungsoo replies with a soft breathy chuckle as he wraps his arms around Jongin’s broad shoulders. He sighs softly as the taller man grabs his thighs, making him jump reflexively and wrap his legs around Jongin’s slender waist.
Jongin turns him in his arms so that Kyungsoo is pressed against the wall now, using it as support to hold him up as Jongin sucks on his Adam’s apple. Kyungsoo closes his eyes, feeling his member press against Jongin’s own hardness through his thin sweatpants and he can’t help the soft moan that leaves his lips.
A loud but familiar muffled laugh suddenly reaches their ears and Jongin stops his ministrations on Kyungsoo’s throat, pulling away to share an annoyed look with each other.
“Baekhyun,” they mutter in an annoyed unison. Jongin sighs loudly as he reluctantly lowers Kyungsoo to the floor, stepping back. Both the men try rapidly to think of thoughts that’d solve the problem they’d both… raised in their pants but it’s too late—the door opens with an excited Chanyeol quickly bounding in, followed by Baekhyun and the others.
Jongin cleverly takes this moment to turn and walk to where his shirt is lying on the floor but it’s pointless—both their flushed skins, swollen lips and Jongin’s hair are entirely too telling of what they were doing and no idiot would believe otherwise.
Of course, unfiltered Baekhyun immediately takes initiative to break the silence of the other gaping members as he chortles loudly, “Ya, Kyungsoo-ah, I’m starting to think you only care about Jongin since you’re always getting into his pants whenever you get a day off from the military.”
“Your thoughts are absolutely right,” Kyungsoo deadpans and Junmyeon rolls his eyes as Chanyeol runs to hug the small angry man while Baekhyun scoffs, offended.
“The one who needs to interrupt won’t and the ones who shouldn’t, do,” Jongin mutters in annoyance as he walks back to the members while pulling his shirt on. “Let’s go eat lunch and get that over with so he can actually get into my pants this time.”
"What--" You blink, gaping at him like a fish. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Jongin stands at the open door, a bucket hat pulled low over his face that was covered by a mask. You can only see his eyes but it's enough as you demand, "How'd you even find this place?"
He rolls his eyes. "We may not be in technologically advanced Korea but I can pay someone to find out your friend's flat, Y/N."
He pushes past you and enters, leaving you to close the door in bafflement. You turn towards him and cross your arms.
"Stop lying," you say, blankly, noticing how he wasn't meeting your gaze, a tell-tale sign. "You know I live here."
He looks up at you then. "I know. I just said that so you wouldn't freak out and run away again."
"You lying freaks me out, Jongin," you admit wryly. "Don't lie for my peace of mind. In all our years together, it was the one thing you never did. Don't... don't change that too."
"Too?" He was silent as he listened but at the last statement, he raises an eyebrow. "So you think I've changed?"
It's your turn to stay silent now.
Jongin steps forward, eyes trained on you. "How have I changed? In a good way or a bad way?"
At this, you raise your eyes to glare at him. Your tone is sharp as you snap, "I don't know, Jongin, all we had was a quick fuck and not exactly a heart-to-heart conversation so how the hell should I know about that?"
A shuffling noise sounds to your left and you turn in that direction to see Sera tossing on your couch where she had passed out last night in a drunken heap.
"We can change that," you hear his voice say softer now, your gaze shifting back to him. Jongin's eyes search your face as he says, "We got the quick fuck out of the way so now let's... have a heart-to-heart."
"I don't--" You started loudly before stopping and glancing at Sera who whined in her sleep, throwing the blanket over her head. Sighing, you mumbled in exasperation, "I don't have anything to say to you, Jongin. I'm too exhausted to even see you to the door so please just leave."
You don't wait for a response and turn to head for your bedroom. You push the door open and make a beeline for the bed, climbing on top of the pillows.
"Y/N."
You look up to see Jongin standing at your door, leaning against the doorframe as his eyes watch you. You curl your legs underneath yourself, tugging on the oversized tee that you were wearing to cover whatever you could although it was pointless--if you pulled anymore, you're sure the material would rip.
Your eyes absentmindedly rake over Jongin, a similar plain tee hanging over his frame. You couldn't see the bucket hat and mask anywhere and you assumed he'd left it on the table or somewhere else in the living room.
In all the time that you'd spent together, you'd always loved seeing Jongin's bare no-makeup face. After all the hectic schedules and the few days that you got together--fewer still when you two didn't argue--it was one of your favourite things: to wake up to his sleeping natural face. You'd always felt lucky to be one of the few that got to see it.
And now, after last night, you felt that same feeling as you see him now without all the eyeshadow, lip tint and blemish-free makeup.
Still so beautiful.
You swallow thickly. "Aren't you going to leave?"
He crosses his arms, narrowing his eyes at you. "Are you going to leave? Which country will it be this time?"
You don't say anything, suddenly feeling small at the way he was glaring at you as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt.
"I hate that you did that," Jongin admits, his voice sounding strained with pain. Your eyes are focused on his as he continues, "It hurt more than anything you ever said to me. I'm not a stalker, Y/N, you don't... you don't have to be afraid of me. I stopped searching for you after the second time, when I ran into you at Thailand and you left that night itself. That wasn't even intentional, by the way. I had a photoshoot and running into you at that market was the last thing on my mind."
Your eyes blur at his confession and you blink quickly, feeling a lump form in your throat. There was a dull ache in your chest as you imagined all the things that could have run through his mind at your antics.
"I didn't--" You stop, clearing your throat. "I didn't do it cause I was afraid of you, Jongin. I did it cause I was afraid that I would run back to you. I needed time... and space. It was all I could think of."
"Besides," you added, glancing at him. "The reason I left that night itself was cause I'd only arrived a few days prior. I hadn't even unpacked yet so it was easier to leave. It's not cause I was that adamant to leave. Or cause I was afraid of you. Or thought you were a stalker."
The words hang in the air between you two uselessly and you want to say something to make it better but you know there isn't anything much to say. Tears prick at your eyes at the realisation that you had hurt him by running away. You'd never given him an explanation, not when you left your shared apartment nor at Japan or Thailand. As much as it hurt, he deserved at least an explanation. Some form of closure.
Jongin was watching your face and as if he could read your mind, he asked softly, "Did it help?"
You blink. "What?"
"All the running you did. Did it help? Are you happy now?" He hesitated. "Happy over me?"
Your heart crumbled. You felt your lower lip quiver and Jongin immediately strode forward, grabbing your hands as you tried not to cry.
"No," you choked out, shaking your head as you stared at your joined hands. "I'm not, you idiot. It killed me everytime I saw you plastered across some magazine and billboard but seeing you at the concert last night was hell. I thought it wouldn't hurt but it did and it only got worse after I left the club."
You felt Jongin still at that, his fingers tightening around yours. "So you regret it then?"
You raise your head to look at him and he prodded, "You regret what happened last night at the club?"
You sniffled, your voice soft as you reply, "Only cause I had to leave."
"No one asked you to," he defended. "You didn't have to leave, Y/N."
You're already shaking your head, starting to say, "You know I had to--"
"No." His tone is firm and final that it stops the words at your throat as he continues, "No, I don't know if you had to. What I know is that I hated you for leaving. I always imagined you leaving that day, how much you must have despised me that you left me with an empty apartment to come home to, no explanation or even a note. And yesterday, I saw it."
"Jongin--"
"I'm not over you, Y/N," he admitted, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I know you're not either. I thought I was fine but when I saw you last night, I wanted you. Not just for a 'quick fuck' either. I need you."
You're already shaking your head. "Jongin, we can't--"
"I know," he cut you off yet again. "I know I wasn't the perfect boyfriend. I know I hurt you more than I loved you and I want to fix that, Y/N. I'm sorry that I made you run. I know that's on me. I regretted all the words I said, all the things I did and didn't do, all the times I made you cry and I still do."
His hands clasp yours tightly, long fingers intertwining with yours.
"Just give us another chance," he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. "We can make this work. I know we can. I can't let you leave again, Y/N. Not without trying, at least."
"We're too toxic," you breathed out weakly. "We can't keep hurting each other."
"You only hurt me when you left. You only left when I hurt you. I'm not going to hurt you again."
"You're like fire, Jongin." You look up at him then, teary eyes meeting his. "I burn when I'm with you and I yearn for you when I'm away. I can't keep doing that to myself."
He's silent as he stares at you. "Give me a chance to make it right and I promise you won't have to burn or yearn for me. I'll be right here."
You feel the tears roll down your cheeks and before they can fall down your face, Jongin's lips are on them, soft feather kisses to wipe away the pain.
You feel the last of your resolve slip away as your hand reaches up to gingerly touch his cheek, turning his mouth to yours. You can taste your tears on him as he presses his lips to yours, hand snaking to the back of your neck. You grip his sleeve tightly, the light cotton bunching up in your fingers as you sit up on your knees, leaning forward into him and kissing him fervently. You feel your heart swell as if it was your first kiss with him and you realise that in a way, it is--a new beginning.
Jongin takes your shoulders and gently pushes you, making you fall back onto your pillows. You close your eyes and sigh softly as he makes a trail of kisses from your forehead down your nose, to your cheeks and finally your lips. Right as you arch your back to kiss him harder, he pulls away to bury his face in your neck. You moan softly as you feel his mouth suck on the soft flesh under your ear, his circling tongue sending pangs of arousal straight to your throbbing core.
You grab his shoulders and with a burst of strength, roll him off you. Jongin falls back in surprise, eyes wide as you sit up and throw your leg over his waist to straddle him.
He breathes your name in a soft whisper as you press your chest against his, hands cupping his face. His fingers are gripping your sides, feeling like fire on your bare hips where they've slipped underneath your shirt.
Your own hands are tugging at his collar and he sits up slightly, helping you yank it off his head. Your eyes immediately fall on the darkening hickeys, scattered across his throat, collar and down to his chest. You raise your hand to it and freeze as he hisses when your nail slightly scrapes over a particularly purplish-looking one right at the crook of his neck.
"Proud of yourself?" Jongin asks, raising an eyebrow in amusement.
You shake your head, running your fingers over them lightly. "I didn't think they would become this... purple."
"Well, you weren't exactly gentle last night."
"Oh shut up, you bruise like a peach." At Jongin's chuckle, you smile before saying honestly, "I'm sorry. You'll probably get into trouble with the staff when they notice it--"
"Y/N," he shut you up, pressing his lips to yours. You closed your eyes and he grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it off your neck. You blink at him as you feel the cool air of your room hit your bare torso.
"It's fine," he reassured you, kissing you softly. "Mark me as much as you wish cause I'm not going anywhere."
You loop your arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him flush against your chest as you feel his warm skin on yours. He grips the back of your hair tightly and you push him back down on the pillows so that you could lay atop him.
Jongin's fingers grip your hips, your own lightly and teasingly tracing a path down the side of his face to his neck and over his chest. He moans into your mouth, grabbing your hand to stop the torture and you can't help but smile into the kiss as you roll your hips against his, feeling that familiar bulge poke into you. The thin material of your panty sticks to you as you grind harder against him, greedily wanting more.
Jongin's hands fly back up to your hips and in a second, he has you rolled back on the bed until you're up against the headboard and he is kneeling in between your spread thighs.
"I think that's enough teasing for now, babe," he said, dropping his head to your neck, licking up to your ear. You grip his arms and arch your back into him, throwing your head back against the headboard to grant him more access. You close your eyes, moaning as you feel his fingers tweak your nipple, rolling the bud in between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand slips under the side of your panty, curling his finger around it as he slowly drags it down your thighs.
Your hands wrap around the back of his head as his lips latch onto your breast, his wet tongue and warm mouth making you a writhing mess under him. You don't realise you'd moaned out 'Kai' until you feel him smirk against your chest, raising his head to you.
"I love that you still switch to Kai when we're having sex," he murmurs, kissing your chin.
You grip his purple locks tightly in your fingers as you kiss him.
"You know its cause you get the same look that you do when you're performing," you mutter against his lips as your hands move down his chest to the waistband of his shorts, already unbuttoning and yanking down the zipper.
Jongin starts moving his head lower, his lips at your navel now and you grab his face, shaking your head at him.
"Not now," you say, kissing his nose. "Later."
"Impatient, are we?"
"Jongin, I swear--"
He chuckles, finally taking off the panty from around your ankles and flinging it across the room along with his shorts. He kisses you deeply then and you sink back into the pillows, feeling him poke at your entrance, no more barriers this time.
You moan softly, spreading your legs wider around his hips and he groans as he slides easily into you.
"God, baby, you're so wet for me," he breathes, his lips near your ear as you feel him stretch you out.
A soft breath escapes your mouth and you place your hands on his back, rolling your hips into him as he fills you. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you use your feet to pull him into you as close as possible, wanting to feel every single inch.
"Fuck, I love it when you do that," Jongin groaned as you clench around him, hot breath hitting your neck. "Fuck, babe, Y/N."
Your name leaves his mouth in a draggy moan that makes your stomach twist in an all-too familiar way. You raise your one hand to the back of his head, holding it in place as you kiss his ear.
Your hips move with his, both of your bodies connected in a way that you didn't know where he started and where you ended. You could feel the sweat on your back as his warmth smothered you but you didn't care--you loved how your body was burning underneath him, how his scent that you'd missed so much was engulfing your senses, how his purple hair brushed your face, sweat dripping down the bridge of his nose onto your face, plush lips meeting yours occasionally as he thrusts into you.
He may be fire but right now, he was setting you ablaze.
And you loved it.
Jongin moves his hands from your sides and places them on either side of your head. Your eyes are hazy as you watch him hold himself above you, hips thrusting into you deeply.
You maintain the eye-contact as you arch your back, pressing your breasts to him and gripping his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his skin while you roll your hips into him, meeting each of his thrusts with your own.
Hr groans again as your bodies move together like a perfectly synchronised dance and you hear his breaths get shorter, your heart pounding dully in your ears as the sound of skin slapping and moans echo around you.
With nails that are certainly leaving crescent-shaped marks into his skin, you close your eyes as you feel him thrusting faster and harder. You hear the sound of the headboard banging against the wall echo as he pounds into you and he latches his lips onto your throat when you clench around him.
Jongin's hips stutter against yours, and you moan aloud, eyes snapping open as your head spins with the orgasm that crashes over your body. Your legs are numb around him and he thrusts twice more before you feel him flood inside you, coating your walls with his warmth.
You fall back on the bed, Jongin collapsing on top of you, hand finding yours and intertwining with your fingers. Sweat sticks to both your bodies and as he shifts, you feel the cum seep out, dripping down your slit onto the sheets.
"Y/N," he breathes your name in the softest whisper as if he doesn't want even the air around you to be disturbed.
You hum in response, feeling it reverberate between your chests pressed together and its only then that you realise your hearts are probably pounding against each other's.
It makes you smile but not as much as what Jongin says next,
"I'm sorry for burning you. I promise you that the only time I'll set you on fire is when we do what we just did."
You start giggling then, unable to control it and he raises his head to grin cheekily at you.
"I'm serious, though," he mutters, booping your nose cutely with his. "I'm sorry. I won't burn you anymore. I'll make it right this time, I'll burn you with only my love."
"Shut up," you laugh again, shaking your head at him fondly. You trace his lips with your forefinger and he kisses it gently, his eyes shining with a silent sincere apology underneath the jokes.
And in that moment, you know that it'll be okay even if it didn't turn out well. Because with Jongin's subtle confession, you knew that you wouldn't go anywhere.
Not without giving this a second chance.
Because he was a fire that you couldn't help being drawn to. A fire that you loved.
And this time, like he said, you'd try to make it right.
You smile and open your mouth to respond when you suddenly hear the familiar sound of a doorknob turning.
Your eyes shoot wide open and your hand reaches out, grabbing the covers just in time to throw it over the both of you as Sera pokes her head in.
"Okay, I don't remember a lot of last night," she announces, walking in and holding her hand to her head. "But I do remember you going missing and a few bits and pieces of us getting home but--"
She stops talking when she's right at the foot of the bed, her eyes trained on Jongin who's staring at her.
Sera blinks once, twice and laughs, "Wow, what the fuck did I drink last night, I'm clearly still drunk, haha--"
She cuts herself off by slapping her own face and Jongin takes this moment to roll off of you onto the side, pulling the covers over his head.
Sera watches in silence, eyes wide as she gawks at you.
"Was that--?" she stops, blinking. "Did you just fuck Kai? EXO's Kai? Kim fucking Jong--"
"I'll explain later," you reassure her, holding the covers to your chest as you plead with your eyes. "Just please leave for now, I swear I'll tell you everything."
Sera hesitates before nodding in a daze and turns, retreating to the door. You wait with bated breath and its only when the door closes that you turn to Jongin still hiding beneath the covers.
You yank the sheet down from his face, rolling your eyes. "You can come out n--"
"Hey!"
You whip around as Sera pokes her head inside.
"We've established that you just slept with EXO's Kai," she announces chirpily, smiling widely at Jongin who is frozen beside you. "I have just one question for you: is Baekhyun single?"
Jongin blinks. "Um. As of for now, yes."
"Fantastic," she comments, grinning. "I'll leave now. You kids can get dressed and then we can discuss my date with Baekhyun that you two are going to help set up if you want me to be quiet about this after some coffee and breakfast, all right? Don't take too long!"
She closes the door again, and Jongin turns to you with a fearful expression.
You shake your head, laughing. "She's just joking, she's my best friend. Don't worry about it. She loves Baek, is all."
"He'll kill me if she's a crazy fan or something."
"Nah, she's great. They'd be cute together."
"They better be or I'll tell him you're responsible," he grumbles as he starts to get up.
You laugh and just like that, you feel as if the entire world has been reset, Jongin back at your side and you by his.
Summary: You tell yourself not to touch the flame over and over again, but like a child, you only learn once you feel the burn and the regret that comes with the sting
Genre: angst, smut
Pairing: Kai x Reader
Words: 5532
A/N: This was supposed to have only a hint of angst since I’ve never written angst before but I really got carried away and ended up writing a really angsty smut that I’m not all that mad at so yeah, just a heads up
The first thought that crossed your mind when you saw them was that no one is going to believe you.
You wouldn’t blame them either because you had a hard time believing your own eyes as your friend, Sera shook your arm in excitement.
The ride to the club hadn’t been the most pleasant tonight considering all the crowds and traffic on the roads which you had expected since EXO were having their concert at the stadium hall just a block away. What you hadn’t expected was for them to visit the club at midnight after wrapping up the concert.
“You realise what this means, right?” Sera yells to be heard over the music, her eyes shining with the lights reflecting from the overhead ceiling. “We’re basically seeing them for free!”
“I’m going to get a drink, do you need anything?” You ask, choosing to not respond to what she said in the guise that you didn’t hear her. Sera shakes her head in response and you quickly head for the bar.
Johnny, your usual bartender, raised an eyebrow at you as you approach. “Usual?”
You nodded, hopping up on the barstool as he turned to prepare your drink and you jumped slightly as the bass beat suddenly boomed through the club. You swivelled around in your seat with wide eyes, wondering what happened as the DJ increased the volume and tempo, short quick beats reverberating within the walls and you watched the crowd, almost as if in a trance, immediately grew thicker when everyone started moving and dancing to the beat.
As someone who’d frequent clubs often, it wasn’t rare to see the music control a large mass of bodies but the sudden random transition that happened just now was a random bout of surprise.
“EXO’s here,” Johnny said when you turned back around, in explanation.
“Yeah, I know,” you replied, nodding absentmindedly.
“It’s why he did that,” he gestures towards the DJ’s booth. “Crowds are too drunk to notice at this time anyway.”
“Right,” you say in disinterest, hoping he’d get the hint and drop it. You grab the glass that he slides towards you, murmuring thanks.
You turn to your side, watching the crowd and almost like a magnet, your eyes are riveting towards the lean man dancing on the far right of the floor, his body moving like fluid. It isn’t even at the centre of the floor but so captivating are his movements that everyone’s eyes are naturally drawn towards him, giving him his own spotlight.
You arch your back as you lean forward to see him clearer through the crowd and the blue lights overhead shift suddenly to red right as his eyes meet yours.
Kai.
Your eyebrows rise in shock and he smirks, straightening and your eyes widen as his hands grip the hips of the girl dancing in front of him, maintaining eye contact with you as he rolls his body suggestively against hers.
Feeling flushed more than ever, you turn back around to sip your momentarily forgotten gin and Coke, fingers wrapped tightly around the glass. You let the cold drink slosh around in your mouth before swallowing slowly. The image of what you just saw behind you still replaying behind your eyelids; his warm honey skin glowed in the bright lights of the club and his black tank top did nothing to conceal the rippling veins on his bare arms as he moved them around the random girl. You closed your eyes, recalling the stage that you’d seen just a few hours ago where Kai had stood at the centre. His eyes had surprisingly caught yours in the crowd right before the iconic chorus and you’d immediately frozen, not expecting him to have noticed you in such a large audience.
But he did, and if he was surprised, he didn’t show it at all as he raised his arm over his head, bit his lip seductively while looking right at you before thrusting his pelvis to the beat drop of ‘The Eve’.
You sighed deeply, pressing the cold glass to your forehead in an effort to cool your skin that felt as if it was on fire suddenly. You’d thought that your imagination was acting up at the concert hall but seeing him smirk at you right now in the club too, confirmed that yes, he definitely did see you and yes, that’s definitely why the pelvic thrusts had been especially more aggressive and sexual tonight.
Everyone around you had been saying stuff like, ‘Damn, Kai really let the hoe jump out tonight,’ but no, you know better. He’s always been a ‘hoe’ and a petty one too, which was why you were certain he was doing all this purposefully, knowing that you were watching.
“Hey, stranger.”
You froze as you heard the familiar voice behind you, addressing you in that familiar way. Taking a deep breath, you swivel to the side as Kai leans against the sleek black marbled counter, placing himself between you and the barstool beside you rather than sitting on it. In fact, this position had your knee pressing slightly to his side since you’d crossed your legs on your seat. You hated how he was still tall enough that even when sitting on a high barstool, you were on eye-level with him.
He gives you that familiar smile and that, paired with that greeting, takes you back, even if just for a moment, to the first night that you two had met. A cold November night where you’d met literally as strangers, felt an instant attraction that was supposed to be momentary, supposed to have fizzled out but eventually grew into a fire that grew more wild and toxic with time, lasting over two years with you constantly trying to desperately put it out with your tears before you finally decided to leave it ablaze as you packed up and left without another word.
Almost a year later, at a different country in a strange city, you gaze into those eyes that were grey from the lenses he hadn’t taken off after the concert, still holding that familiar intense flame that you recognise well.
“Hello, Jongin,” you reply back curtly, noticing his eyebrows rise as he acknowledges how you don’t respond with the flirty, ‘Hey, Kai’ that was your usual response in the same tone that he addressed you. His cool stature accompanied by the easy-going smirk unnerved you as you wondered if you’re the only one who could feel the terseness in the air.
He cocked his head at you. “Didn’t expect to see me here, did you?”
You raised an eyebrow, retorting, “Didn’t expect to see me at the concert, did you?”
Kai blinked, grinning at your words, leaning forward to you. “Still so feisty, Y/N.”
You glared at him. “And you’re still so…”
Cocky. Selfish. Arrogant. There’s so much you want to say but as a bead of sweat trickles painfully slowly down his purple hairline along his forehead and the side of his face, you feel the words dry in your mouth. Your eyes lock with his intense gaze as your stomach clenches and you want to look away but as always, it’s already too late—you’re already burning in the addicting flame.
You clear your throat, forcing yourself to turn around. "My friend got two tickets," you explain, sipping your drink. "She didn't have anyone else, so I came with. Don't flatter yourself."
Kai smiled, eyeing the glass which you'd just emptied. "Let me buy you another."
You shook your head immediately, shooting him a look as you start to get down. "No, thanks. I'm done."
"Oh come on—”
"I said no, Jongin." Your words are final, the sharp tone making his playful expression sombre for a second.
You're standing in front of him now, his hand gripping your arm as he attempted to pull you back when insisting to buy you a drink but at your words, both of you stop and freeze. His eyes are burning into yours and again, you can't look away. You've forgotten how to breathe and his grip loosens as his gaze searches your face. You start to step back to put more distance between the two of you but suddenly, a tall guy shoves into you from the back as he makes a beeline for the dancefloor. You stumble and Kai's hands are quick to reach out and help steady you, your own hands flying up reflexively to stop your fall except that during the collision, you laid them on Kai's chest in a panic where they rest now.
His hands are around your waist now and you'd be flush against him if it weren't for your hands keeping you separate. Your body is tingling from every inch that is pressed against his, you feel like you could collapse in his grip and your head is screaming at you to shove him off, to step away, to run, to do something but you can't seem to even breathe, nevertheless move as you hear your heart pound in your ears and your hands tingle as they feel that familiar warmth beneath the fingertips, the soft material of his shirt over that chest you had seen so often, touched so often, kissed, bit and licked so often.
Your eyes have absentmindedly drifted down now to where your hands are, various images and memories flashing through your head. All of them heated up your body more as you realise that yes, he was a fire that was perhaps toxic but you couldn't deny that the sex was always so incredibly hot and god, you missed it so damn much—his arms around you, his breath hitting your forehead where those gorgeous lips were hovering over, his warmth, his embrace, him.
Head feeling clouded with lust and longing now, you glance up and meet his eyes that have darkened now with the same emotions that you feel coursing through your veins.
And you realise then that even if you didn't recognise your own mother's voice one day, you'd still recognise the meaning behind this particular gaze of Kai, the one that still made your thighs clench.
You fooled your heart into thinking you'd forgotten him and your heart is mostly good at lying but your body doesn't even try to pretend.
"I should go," you found yourself muttering, your brain and last shred of arrogant pride overtaking the messy thoughts and emotions as they force the words out of your parted lips, your hands half-heartedly pushing on his chest to back away.
Kai blinks, arms falling away in surprise and you're disappointed for only a moment as the warmth falls away before your brain commands your legs to start moving and almost as if of their own accord, they start to turn you around to walk away.
Kai shakes his head and grabs your arm, stopping you completely and you turn your head to him again, eyes wide at his sudden strong grip.
"Let's dance," he says quickly.
You furrow your eyebrows at him in confusion, already shaking your head. "What? No, I can't—”
"Just one dance."
"I can't, I'm here with Sera, she doesn't know about us, no one does, remember? She'll search for me, I can't—”
"Please dance with me," he pleaded, his eyes boring into you with their intensity for the millionth time tonight, breaking down your resolve and guards with every second.
"Just once," he continued. He hesitated before adding, "For old time's sake. Please."
You pursue your lips, frowning slightly as you feel the last of your fight leave you. A sigh escapes your mouth and its enough to get Kai smiling in victory as his hand slips down your arm to wrap around your own instead, tugging you towards the dancefloor.
The music playing is a remixed version of a familiar R&B song, fast and slow at the same time. He stops when he reaches the centre and grabs the shoulder of a tall man with his hand that isn't holding yours. Chanyeol turns around, eyes widening when he sees you.
"Y/N!" You don't hear him but rather see his lips mouth your name in surprise. The others turn around too and you've never wanted to run like you do right now but you can't even try—not when Kai is still holding your hand firmly in his. He doesn't stop to explain your presence and it makes you wonder if it was only him that noticed you at the concert but you don't have much time to think about it as Kai grabs two drinks from the hands of Chen and Chanyeol.
He turns to face you, hands holding out the drinks and you look up at him, hit with the sudden nostalgia of what you two always used to do when you clubbed together—rush to the centre of the floor, grab two drinks from the nearest strangers, down the entire thing and then use it as adrenalin to start dancing crazily, without a care for the world.
You can't stop the smile from spreading across your face as you reminisce the memory, grabbing the drink from his hand. You nod at him and the two of you tip your heads back, chugging whatever was in the glass.
Its vodka and the liquid burns as it goes down your throat but your heart is pumping with that familiar adrenalin, fuelled further by the beats pounding through the walls of the club, and its overpowered by the burn in your chest as you see the lights flicker on Kai's face.
You grin at each other as you toss the glasses aside—Chanyeol is quick to grab them in a panic as he tries to save them from hitting the ground—and throw your hands up, surrendering your body to the music as you let it take over.
You close your eyes, feeling the euphoria spreading from your chest to the rest of your body as you swayed. You feel a familiar grip around your waist and you don't open your eyes, throwing your head back as you dance in his arms.
He pulls you in closer when you don't resist and you feel his body moving against yours, the warmth surrounding you until you can only feel him.
You open your eyes, slowing your movements and see Kai looking right at you, his hands loosely holding your hips as he watches you with a small smile on his face. You weren't a great dancer—definitely not when standing near him, of all people—but when he looked at you the way he was doing right now, the way he always used to whenever you two did this, it made you wonder, even if only for a second.
The lights are shifting colours rapidly again, changing with every beat that reverberates through the club and you think how it'd probably annoy you or hurt your eyes if you didn't choose to watch it reflect on Kai's gorgeous face. Your hands are on his chest again, loosely gripping the material of the EXplOration tank top and you can't remember for the life of you how they got there but you feel yourself regretting opening your eyes because now you were drowning in the flame that burned in his own yet again, more intoxicating than any vodka you've had. Kai doesn't give you much time to regret or even think to step away as he lowers his head, closing the gap between your mouths.
You blame the vodka. You blame the music. You blame the way you felt in his arms again. You blame his addicting fire that is burning you yet again and you know—you know that you'll feel the sting later but for now, you decide to blame everything else in this club right now as you melt into his kiss, arms quickly wrapping around his shoulders as you arch your back to lean more into him.
For now, you decided to just play with fire.
His hands burn into your skin through the thin material of your shirt as they rest on your back and you lean your head to the side to kiss him harder. There's nothing sweet about the kiss—tongues wrestling in desperation, teeth clashing and him harshly biting down onto your lower lip, making you moan into his mouth.
You hear the chorus of curses from the other members as they notice you and despite your eyes being closed, you feel them scurry to stand around you and block the two of you from anyone who might look over in your direction.
You're arching your back until your chest is pressed up against his front, fingers slightly yanking on the hair at the back of his head in the way that he likes it, eliciting a groan from him that sends tingles straight to your throbbing core.
Its only then that you realise Kai has somehow snuck his knee in between your thighs and as you let him kiss you senseless, you'd been grinding on his leg the whole time.
"Guys, you can't do this here around so many people." Suho's voice cuts in like a sharp knife as he says, "Seriously, get a room."
Kai pulls away then as if he realises and you blink hazily, feeling slightly dizzy. You're still pressed up against him, arms wrapped around each other and you blink a few times as you look at him. Almost as if he can understand that your sense is returning slowly with every second and that the regret will soon set in, Kai's eyes widen as he presses a quick kiss to your lips again.
"Hyung's right, let's go," Kai says hurriedly but you're already shaking your head.
"No, I can't." You stretch your arms back to remove his hands from around you but he doesn’t budge as you explain, "I'm serious about Sera being here. I can't ditch her."
"We don't..." He hesitated before tightening his grip on your waist. "We don't need all night."
You narrowed your eyes at him as the beat suddenly dropped and loud deafening beats started thumping through the club. You yelled to be heard over the music, "Are you serious right now?"
Kai dropped his head to yours, mouth moving to your ear, and you wondered if the pounding of your heart was louder than the music. Your fingers tightened around his arm that you'd been gripping as you feel his lips press against your ear, sultry voice loud and clear as he says, "We never did have post-breakup sex, you know?"
Your eyes widen as he pulls away and gives you a meaningful look. Right as the excuse forms in your mind, along with the decision to leave this place right now, he pulls you to him again and kisses you feverishly.
You blame his kiss. Again.
Pulling away yourself this time, you watch the flash of panic in his eyes as he wonders if you're going to leave, replaced by the relief when you instead hold his hand and start tugging him to the far right of the club where the rooms for the private dances were.
Barging into the first one, the order ‘Get out’ left your lips even before you'd properly seen who was inside. A couple hurriedly scrambled away from the other, trying to cover themselves as they glanced at you in confusion.
"I said get out, can you not hear me?" You repeated before they could ask anything and after shooting glares to both of you, they left the room in a hurry, the similar dim red lights not even allowing a clear view of their faces.
As soon as you heard the door slam shut behind you, you spun around to Kai and grabbed the front of his shirt with your hands, yanking him down to your height so you could kiss him. He was quick to react as he grabbed your wrists and pinned you to the closed door, the back of your head hitting the wooden frame as his mouth devours yours. You moan loudly and his one hand frees your wrist, lowering to lock the door at your side without breaking away from the kiss.
As soon as you hear the lock click shut, he slides his leg in between yours and you groan into his mouth as you feel his thigh press into your throbbing heat. You grind against him, desperate for any kind of friction and his hand snakes down to your centre. You breathe heavily as his lips kiss down your jaw and suck on your neck, feeling his cool fingers untuck the shirt from your shorts and slip inside, making you spread your legs further. You're reminded briefly of how he always loved marking you all over by the desperate way that his mouth sucks the sensitive skin of your throat raw, as you notice he is still appreciative of the possessive purple bruises that he loves leaving on you.
You arch your back as you feel his finger enter you, your pussy immediately clenching around him in a grip that had him pulling away from your neck as he groaned loudly in pleasure.
"Fuck, you're so wet already," he hissed against your skin as he stroked you up and down with his long digit, not wasting any time to be slow and teasing. You writhed underneath his ruthless finger fucking, your nails digging into his shoulders harshly as you moaned loudly.
"Kai," you gasped causing him to suddenly pause in his movements. You whine in desperation and open your eyes to look at him, only realising when you see his expression that it was the first time you'd called him by that name tonight.
You don't get the chance to catch your breath as he smashes his mouth onto yours hungrily.
"Say it again," he demands gruffly as he inserts another and fingers you roughly. "Call my name again, Y/N."
Knowing exactly what he wanted—since this definitely wasn't the first time—you arch further into him and thrust your hips to meet his fingers, voice dripping with desperation as you beg right in his ear, "Please, Kai, please just let me cum."
His groan is muffled against the crook of your neck as his finger thrusts into you at a quick pace, speeding after your words. Your moans increase to a crescendo as you feel yourself reaching your high and right then, Kai stops moving his fingers completely.
Your body froze, the sudden stop in stimulation causing you to cry out in protest. You grab the back of his head that was still buried in your shoulder, yanking him back by his hair to gape at him. He keeps his eyes locked on yours, and you know him enough to know that he enjoys the growing sensation of despair in your eyes as he pulled out his slick fingers agonisingly slowly, the sounds of your arousal audible as he slid his hand out of your underwear.
Almost ready to kill him now, you start to say, "You—”
"I'd rather be inside you when you come, Y/N," he cuts off whatever threat was leaving your mouth, effectively shutting you up and presses a soft kiss on your lips.
"Jump," he mutters lowly in an oh-so-familiar order and almost reflexively—your body still remembering it—you do as he says and wrap your legs around his waist, arms around his neck while he presses his hands to your ass and pushes you into him.
Slipping his tongue into your parted lips, both of your mouths caught in yet another heated messy kiss, he carries you away from the door. He sits you down on a smooth surface and you pull away to see that he's placed you on the wide armrest of the leather couch.
You don't question it, more desperate than ever as you yank off his tank top. Roaming your hands down his chest and moaning into his mouth as you feel him groan at your touch, his own fingers are tugging at the hemline of your shirt. You pull away to help him tug it off and his hands are quick at unclasping your bra and throwing it off. His mouth is immediately sucking on your neck, lips travelling down your throat, over your collarbone, between the valley of your breasts before finally latching around your nipple. Your back arches off the seat, thighs clenching around his hips as you feel the sparks of arousal elicited by his tongue and lips, his long fingers massaging the one that wasn't occupied by his mouth.
"Fuck, Kai, please," you whine, fingers twisting his hair in frustration and he pulls away, quickly unzipping and yanking his jeans down. You lift yourself to help him remove the shorts from your legs and start to pull down your panties too but he slaps your hand.
"Leave it on," he says and you watch in almost a frenzy as he pulls his cock out from his boxers. Pumping himself a few times, he lets go of your waist to pull your panty to the side and rubs the head of his cock up and down your slit, spreading your wetness. You're almost whimpering in desperation now, eyes trained down as you wait for him and he raises his fingers to your chin, lifting your head up. You meet his strong gaze only for a second before your eyes automatically shut as he kisses you—softer, gentler and tender this time, the gesture making your heart flutter a bit. Your eyes are still closed as you feel his thickness enter you in a smooth and fluid motion, easily slipping into your wet heat.
Both of you moan in an almost synchronised harmony as Kai groans, "God, I've missed this so much."
Home. You hated to admit it but in that second, in that shared breath and in the unity of your bodies, you and he both knew that this was like coming home.
You wish you could respond the same but you settle for running your nails over his back as you kiss him, not caring that you weren't supposed to—only he could leave marks over you since it wasn't rare for him to take his shirt off, given his profession, and that's how it always was.
Until now.
You expected him to freeze or even flinch like the way he did when you first had sex and tried kissing his neck--he'd pulled away immediately and told you not to do it, that it was too risky, in case it left any tell-tale marks the next day since he had a concert.
But Kai didn't do any of that now. Instead, he moaned into your mouth and that sound—dear god, did it awaken a beast in you.
Was it just a petty vengeance to bruise him, to taint his perfect body with the same reflections of those purple flowers that his beautiful lips always painted on your skin that you were never allowed to reciprocate, to ruin him the way that he'd ruined you, to release all the frustration that you'd never gotten a moment to yell aloud since you'd upped and left all those months ago without even a confrontation? Or was it mere lust fogging your senses into giving him the best angry fuck of his life so that when he looked in the mirror tomorrow morning, he'd see the souvenirs and remember you, in this moment, right now?
You don't know. You didn't even know if you wanted to hurt him the way he hurt you or just wanted him to regret not being able to have this anymore.
Your body, however, did not care for any of your thoughts as your mouth latched onto his neck almost desperately, the urge to absolutely wreck and mark Kai coursing through every vein in you. His soft moans and light tugs on your hair encouraged you as you harshly sucked on the supple skin of his throat until it was reddening, licking and nipping a trail of bruises down to his chest. Your tongue was only able to graze over his nipple before he yanked your hair roughly, making you gasp as his hips stuttered against yours at the new sensation that your tongue had sparked in him. He let go of your hair and Kai grabbed your waist in an attempt to catch you as you lost balance but ended up falling over you as you now leaned back on the armrest with your head touching the seat.
The new position had your hips involuntarily bucking higher and simultaneously Kai thrusting in deeper in what you could only describe as bliss. With his head buried in your chest, he circled his tongue around your erect nipple while a finger had reached your clit now as he rubbed against the bundle of nerves, pounding you into the couch until your legs were trembling around his body. The panty that he hadn't taken off was still stretched over the side that Kai had pushed it too, the slight restraint creating a sense of tightness in your walls that he was thoroughly enjoying as he thrust into you.
"K-Kai," you stuttered breathlessly, hands clutching his back as you felt him fill you deliciously, the warmth of his erection as he thrusts into you. Your head was slapping against the leather seat of the couch and you were beginning to see spots in your vision as the sensations all surround you together in a perfect orchestra—his thickness stretching you out, his finger relentlessly circling your clit and his mouth overstimulating your nipple.
You moan and arch your back as you feel that familiar tightening in your stomach and you feel cool air suddenly hit your wet breast as he pulls away. You open your eyes to look at him and as soon as your eyes lock with his, that were already focused on you, where his chin rests between your breasts, he grabs your wrists and pins them to your sides on the armrest, pulling out and shoving deep into you.
You let out a loud groan as Kai slams into you repeatedly, his hips thrusting without mercy as he fucks you hardly and roughly into oblivion. You don't look away, knowing that what he wanted was to watch you as you came—yet another sight he enjoyed.
But as your orgasm crashes down on you, you can't help throwing your head back with your eyes closed, lips parting as you feel it hit your body in waves. You shudder underneath him and whimper as he doesn't waver in his rough fucking, eager to chase his own high. Your legs have almost gone numb but you force yourself to raise your thighs and wrap them tighter around his waist, clenching the walls of your pussy around his cock and it's enough to trigger his orgasm as he floods you with warmth, filling you up in that familiar delicious way that you'd missed so much.
Heavy breathing fills the air as the two of you pant, your head slightly clearing as you finally see the ceiling which had been blurry all this time.
Kai rests his head on your chest, ear pressed to your heart and you feel him smile, knowing it was probably because he could hear your heartbeat that was still erratic. Your body is burning and he lifts his head to look at you, catching you off guard.
And then, he smiles.
He smiles that same smile, drawing you like a moth to a flame and it’s enough to finally hear those warning bells in your head now as your eyes widen, hands going to his shoulders in order to shove him off you harshly.
Kai's eyes widen as he detaches from your body, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he watched you quickly adjust your soaking panties into their original position and get back into your shorts.
"What are you doing?" He asks, frowning at you.
"Leaving," you mutter as you grab your shirt that was tossed on the floor and you don't even pull it on properly in your hurry to reach the door but Kai is quick to grab you.
"What the fuck?" He seethes in disbelief, eyes narrowed into slits as he holds your arm in a death-grip. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
"'We don't need all night,' remember?" you mocked his words from earlier, the bitterness evident in your tone. "You wanted post break-up sex and you got it. So I'll leave now before I do more things that I'll regret."
You don't wait for him to respond as you quickly unlock the door and step out of the room. You close it behind you and quickly manoeuvre through the crowd to get to Sera in order to get the hell out of here before things could get worse.
And you know they would. Because like an idiot, you'd played with fire again and not even five minutes later, you could already feel the burn.
Summary: art student!Yixing asks you to pose nude for an art project
Genre: smut (m)
Pairing: Yixing x reader
Warnings: foodplay
A/N: Happy Birthday, cousin (pt 2) and I'm sorry this isn't a full lengthed fic but its almost 2AM and I'm tired af
Yixing randomly approaches you after class one day and asks you if you could model nude for his art project
You're surprised more than shocked because he never really speaks to anyone
Hasn't spoken to you either but you agree because a. you're curious about him and b. you want to know how he'd react when he sees your bare body
+ he's like fucking hot and his quiet brooding personality just adds to it
You go to the abandoned Art studio at the old building of your university where he'd asked you to meet
You get there before him and realise that he's converted the place into his own personal workspace of sorts
The room smells like paint, is cluttered with his supplies and several works of his signed in his pseudonym, Lay
He comes in after a bit and seems embarrassed about the mess aw
Shows you to the backroom where you can change while he cleans the place and sets up the props
You strip to nothing and throw the white robe over your body
When you step back into the room, you notice he's cleared off enough space to set up his easel and a stool in front of it
He sees you and hesitates almost, making you raise an eyebrow as you wonder if its cause he's resisting the urge to look.
He understands and shakes his head, hesitating before explaining, "You wore red lipstick in the morning when I asked you about the project. Thought it'd add a nice touch to the painting... but it's fine, I'll just colour it in."
You insist and go back to the room, reapplying your blood red lipstick that left your lips looking full, luscious and utterly kissable
--something that Yixing probably agreed with, considering that his gaze lingered on your mouth for a few seconds too long
ANYWAY
He shows you to the desk that is placed across his own easel
Explains the project--FoodPorn. Basically, you introduce a unique food and add a sexual element to it
Commonly used examples of sexually suggestive foods such as chocolate-dipped strawberries or aphrodisiacs like oysters were to be avoided. No cliches
And Yixing had chosen honey
👀
So he has you sit on the desk with crossed legs, place a jar of honey on your lap such that it covers your nipple while you lean forward and hold the honey dipper to your mouth in a way that the wooden handle covers your other nipple
You're confused as you ask him why he's trying to conceal your breasts for a nude painting
He explains that that is where the sexual appeal lies--you're only subtly teasing with your posture and the honey and the red lips, making the audience wish they could see more but your crotch is covered when you cross your legs and so are your breasts
You sit on the desk and his eyes ask you silently for permission and you nod, letting him angle your hands and back in such a way that you're positioned correctly
You don't have to be eating honey/pressing your mouth to the dipper the entire time but only when he is sketching the outline of it
You stay like that for two hours, relaxing your posture every time that he was immersed in the canvas, concentrating on perfecting it while glancing at your angles occasionally
He shows you the rough sketch outline that he'd drawn and holy shit--you look fucking hot
You glance at him to see him already watching your reaction to the painting
You maintain eye contact as you remark how beautiful it is and that you can't wait to see it coloured in
He doesn't blink as he responds that it is natural to turn out amazing if the model is so gorgeous
The straight-forward compliment has you blushing and you feel the back of his finger trace your cheek
"You look good in red," he says, voice low and husky. "I bet you'd look even more gorgeous when flushed completely."
You can't stop yourself from arching into his touch as you say, "I do."
He doesn't hesitate to kiss you then, mouth meeting yours greedily as if he'd been wanting to kiss you ever since you had entered the room
+later he confirms this
Your lips are sticky with honey and there's some dripping down your thighs from when it had fallen from the dipper while you were holding it up
Yixing's hands quickly place the painting and the honey aside as he lays you on the desk, licking all the stray drops off your body until you're arching off of the surface, begging for more
He fucks you on the desk, your filthy moans and screams unheard in the abandoned building, making you cum over and over until your vision is hazy and all you can taste anymore is honey
