Summary: what texts from boyfriend! kai would look like featuring a bonus social media post. [fluff, crack lowk suggestive ?]
a/n: ignore the skin tone in the picture below if it doesn’t not look like your own, all the photos that came up for me were lightskin/tan i’m sorry! ><
⌗ THEBOYINTHEBAND — you can’t help but fall in for the boy in your brother’s band …
⧼ 🎸 ⧽ 一 pairing。 ⸝⸝ heungning kai x fem!reader 𓄵 wc. 2.3k genre。smut contains! oral sex ( m. receiving ), unprotected sex{ back to library }
( request ). begging for ANYTHING about huening kaipls god pls pls pls PLEASE
completely annoyed ; would be the word of your current state of mind as you sat at your desk. trying to focus on the chemistry paper you were working on and failing to do such — due to your brother and his new endeavor of starting a band.. in your garage nonetheless. “oh my god!” you slammed your hands down on the table , standing up so fast the chair almost falling over not even caring as you stomp out of your room.
the music making the house shake as you exit the back , the garage door being open , you found your brother holding a guitar in his hand , strumming it as choi soobin and kang taehyun played the keyboards; choi beomgyu hitting the hell out of the drums. “choi yeonjun!” you screamed over the music and his singing — the music came to a stop , they all turned to you. “yeonjun you didn’t say your sister was here.”
“she shouldn’t be , don’t you have friends?” you rolled your eyes. “don’t you think you and your friendsa bit too old to be starting a band outside of your garage?” you shot back. “hey you’re the same age as kai , doesn’t that make you old?” he smirked knowing he won. “keep the fucking music down i’m trying to study.” you spat out. “you should stay and listen to us.” beomgyu winked at you. “i told you beomgyu im not interested.” kai sat up off the couch. “you should.”
your crush on kai was embarrassingly noticeable , especially since your brother loved to tease you about it. “well we definitely have an audience now , thanks to kai.” yeonjun smirked , looking straight at you. “are you gonna sit down? or does he have to ask you that too?” you gave him the finger — as you also took a seat on the couch your brother bought from a random person , you could only hope yeonjun cleaned before sitting it out here. “be quick with it , i have to finish my paper.”
kai stood up from the couch , his red guitar in his hand — stopping to look at you , he smiled ; that damn smile that made your heart go weak. “come on stop flirting with my sister in front of me.” yeonjun said. “i wasn’t — whatever , just play the damn guitar.” you looked down at your lap , smiling at his red cheeks.
they weren’t that bad; you say that because you weren’t studying at the moment. “you guys don’t suck.” you stood up. “she means we’re good.” yeonjun said. “we’re playing a small concert later this week.” taehyun spoke up , “that’s why we’re practicing.” “you coming to support your big brother and his band?” — thinking about it for a second before coming up with your answer. “no.”
you turned making your way back to the house , stopping in the kitchen to prepare a snack for the movie you decided you were gonna watch , ditching your paper for now. “hey.” you spun around hearing the familiar voice. “kai.” he was now without his guitar. “i came to use the bathroom.” he said , you nodded. “well you know where it is.” you collected your snacks. “are you really not gonna come?” he asked. “to the concert.” he circled the kitchen — he circled you. “i would like it if you came , only if you want to though.”
“you want me to come?” he stepped closer , you took a step back. “i do.” he spoke , maybe a bit too fast. “the guys already invited as many people as they could , girls mostly.” he said now standing so close you could smell his cologne — and the weed beomgyu probably smoked beforehand. “you’re the only person i could think of that i’d want there.” he took the snack out of your hand , his big frame hovering over you. “me?” you pointed. “is that so hard to believe? that i want the girl that i like to come to my first show.” you stumbled back , but he grabbed your arm , taking the snack from your hand sitting it on the counter. “who else is gonna cheer me on?”
he was confessing to you; as you stood in front of him in your pajamas. “you picked the wrong day to do this , i look a mess.” he laughed. “i think you look fine.” his eyes traveling down your body. “a little too fine , beomgyu was looking a little too close.” pressing you against the counter. “you seem jealous.” his hand coming up to your waist. “i am.” eyeing your lips. “don’t want him looking at what’s mine.” that’s all he said before pulling you into a kiss , his hand on your cheek — the kiss was heated , his tongue slipping inside your mouth , you moaned into the kiss , he smiled against your lips .. pulling away watching you chase his lips. “so eager.” you put your hand on his chest. “you came looking for me.” teasing him. “i did , now i don’t want to leave.”
he was about to lean back in to kiss you ; but you guys were interrupted. “i was told to come find you.” soobin stood shocked. “yeonjun was gonna come but he didn’t want to walk on anything that would scar him for life.” he looked between the two of you. “well he was right about one thing.” kai pulled away , holding your hand. “you tell him about this , im not , let’s go.” he quickly turned around , walking back out the kitchen. “come to the concert.” he said before disappearing with soobin.
and so you did , you got dressed ; accompanied by one of your friends. “girl your brother is so fucking fine , you think he’ll like this.” she gestured to her outfit. “we’ll you have tits so i think he’ll like those.” walking into the small but modest venue. “and you , why are you dressed like a slut?” she held on to your arm. “trying to catch the eye of a certain band member?”
“hopefully it’s me.” you heard brings voice. “and why would it be you.” hand on your hip. “because i manifested to the band gods every night that the prettiest girl in the venue would fall in love with me.” rolling your eyes as you normally do , your attention turning to heuning kai who was glaring at beomgyu. “i fucking told you to stop that.” yeonjun hissed at the boy. “and i told you not to be extra with the outfits , some of these guys are high out of their minds , if i have to get off stage and hit one of them in the head with my guitar , you’re paying the 600 dollars to get me a new one.”
“i don’t think you have to worry about the ones off stage.” taehyun pointed to kai who’s eyes couldn’t stay off you. “of course , it would be you.” yeonjun shook his head. “i’m not getting into that right now , after the show i’m throwing a party at the house , mom and dad won’t be back until friday.” you nodded. “keep them out of my room and we’ll be good.”
soon the show started and the boys took the stage; and they were even better than the practice sessions , you actually were proud of your brother — but your eyes were on kai the entire time. the way he play the guitar , biting his lip in concentration as he strung the right cords , singing into the mic , his voice — his voice was something else. “hey don’t orgasm while looking at him.” your friend screamed over the music , you rolled your eyes , turning back to him as the last song was coming to an end , his eyes on you as he bent down , handing you his guitar pick. “mine.” he whispered.
the house was loud , full of people and music blasting — the smell of weed and vape smoke filling your nostrils as you took cover in your room — overstimulated you shut the door taking off your jacket , the guitar pick falling to the ground , you picked it up , smiling before placing it on the table. “what are you gonna do with it?” he was standing in your doorway. “turn it into a necklace maybe.” he walked into the room , shutting the door. “i think you should.” you looked at the door — he locked it. “come.” he beckoned you closer , a smile on his face. “let me kiss you.”
he grabbed your cheek , pulling you into a passionate kiss. his hands on your waist. “fu-fuck i need you.” he whispered against your lips. “you look so good , m’so fucking hard.” taking your hand , guiding it down to his lower region , not breaking the kiss you unbuckled his belt , he groaned as you pulled away a trail of spit clinging your lips — getting down on your knees. you pulled his pants down , freeing his cock from his underwear. “fuck you’re big.”
you grabbed the base , kissing his red tip. “fuck.” he sighed as you took him fully into your mouth. “fuck your mouth is so warm.” his hand coming to the back of your head , guiding you up and down his length. “fu-fuck your brother is gonna kill me if he finds us.” his head thrown back letting you bob your head up and down , occasionally deep throating his dick. “wait sh-shit if you do that i’m gonna cum.” his hand tugging at your hair softly as a warning. “shit i’m about to cum.” hissed as you took him fully down your throat , feeling him twitch inside your mouth , spurts of his white cum shooting the back of your throat , then your cheek as you pull off him , leaving the boy breathless.
“get on the bed.” he ordered , you took off your shorts , laying on your back in your panties. “wanna make you cum.” his fingers were useful for more than playing guitar ; circling you clit , pushing two fingers inside you. “ka-kai.” he curled them inside you , his long fingers hitting spots your fingers couldn’t dream of hitting. “gotta stretch you out to take my cock.” your vision going white , brain a little fizzy as you came. “look at you making a mess on my fingers.” he pulled out , wrapping his wet hand around his cock , lining it up with your entrance , pushing himself inside. “ka-kai.”
you lost all breath as he fucked you , his silver necklace dangling above your head , swaying hypothetically back and forth as cock hit all the right places. “so fucking tight , dreamt of fucking this pussy.” he groaned. “so much better than i imagined.” you moaned his name , encouraging him to go on. “this pussy is mine to fuck.” he thrusted. “no one will ever fuck you better than i can.”
“you going dumb?” he tapped your cheek. “my cock making you feel fuzzy in the head.” looking at your state. “good , just be a good girl and take it — fuck i’m gonna cum.” he toyed with your clit. “cum for me , so i can fill you up.” he coaxed. “cum for me.” eyes rolling to back of your head as you can violently on his cock , a ring forming around his base as he ducked you through it , orgasm hitting him like a ton of bricks , he emptied his load inside of you. “mmh fuck.”
he pulled out of you , tapping the head of his cock on your clit making you jerk. “good girl , such a good girl.” caressing your cheek. “i’m sure your brother is gonna kill me but i don’t even care.” he kissed your forehead. “he’s probably tongue deep in my friend right now , he can’t talk.”
you guys eventually got cleaned up , the party still going. “ah look who it is , you two disappeared off the face of the earth,” taehyun said as you made your way back down to the party — looking at the both of you. “what?” kai asked. “i’m drunk not dumb.” patting kai’s shoulder. “he’s drunk as fuck now so you probably have until 3pm tomorrow to come up with something.” was all he said before walking away. “is it that obvious?” you looked at him , shaking your head. “your shirts inside out.”
you could definitely tell something went on but you didn’t even care…
incl. choi yeonjun, choi soobin, choi beomgyu, kang taehyun, kai kamal heuning.
cw. implied previous relationship, ex!txt, yearner!txt, lowk loser ex!txt, reader never actually appears in the work, heart break, loss, angst.
notes. first work on this blog, feeling nervy… no beta we die like men
yeonjun
misses your soul, writes songs for you
yeonjun feels your absence everywhere, from the little things like how you used to fold his shirts a specific way to the big things like how he misses your warmth in his bed. you are a hurdle he will never truly get over. and he prefers it that way.
because if he were to ever truly forget you, what would have him hunched over a notebook in the dead of night: song lyrics flowing from the tip of his pen (that you gave him) like water? if he allowed himself to forget the way you would hum softly while doing the most menial of tasks, how would he lay the rhythm into the melodies of their newest singles? how would he ever find himself searching for you in every song that plays through his earbuds, finding the bell-like ring of your laughter in the chorus and the way you sounded crying in the bridge?
choi yeonjun knows he won’t ever get over you, and he likes it that way. because that man is nothing if not a yearner at heart.
to him, music is love, and to give you up would be nothing less than the pain he would feel if he had to ever stop singing. and he’ll be damned if he ever has to give that up, so he’s resigned to the fact that he will die with the taste of your name on his tongue.
soobin
misses your presence, keeps the apartment the way you always liked it
soobin is a busy man, leader of a fourth generation sensation, constantly hosting shows, always off on some sort of side quest. so there was nothing he valued more dearly that his time at home. because it was always the time he got to spend with you: just the two of you.
but now the apartment feels nothing more than a cold reminder of the one that got away, the one he let slip through his fingers like sand. it is no longer a space he can truly find rest in, not when you aren’t there. so, in a desperate attempt to keep his life something close to normal: he finds himself folding the blankets like you, keeping the dishes in the cabinets you always liked, he keeps every little piece of decor and memory you left scattered around the house. soobin keeps your favorite mug on the bottom shelf of the cabinet, the spot where you never had to complain about it being too high up.
because even if this place is nothing but a shell of what it once was, empty without your warmth to fill the cold and lonely nights, at least maybe he could delude himself that one day you might come back.
choi soobin was a creature of habit, and his favorite vice was loving you, even if it only brought him sleepless nights.
beomgyu
misses your laugh, instinctively looks for you when he hears something funny
beomgyu has always valued the little joys in life: the way people laugh after tripping, the warmth that spreads through your chest after laughing so hard that you feel your lungs wheeze, the way you always made him feel.
he was always a happy person, even when he didn’t feel that way. beomgyu didn’t think he would ever love anything so much that he would lose the ability to laugh without them; but then you came into the picture. with you, he would laugh so hard that his stomach ached for a good few minutes after. now he finds himself barely able to muster a chuckle at something that should have him rolling on the floor. because he always looks for you before he laughs: and then your absence makes him forget what was ever so funny in the first place. how can he laugh when he doesn’t have you to share it with?
no matter how hard he tries, how many times he swears he needs to just get over it and move on, he simple can’t. because nothing will ever be truly funny without the sound of you beside him, without the sight of you smiling so hard it strains your cheeks, nothing means anything without you.
it hurts even more when he sees you giggling at someone else’s jokes: worse than any sort of ache. because who even is choi beomgyu if not your source of light?
taehyun
misses your care, finds himself running himself to the ground without you
taehyun has always been an extremely hardworking man, if there’s something he wants: he devotes his all to getting there. that reflected with the quality of his work, he was a brilliant singer, a fluid dancer, and an even better boyfriend. he gave his all to the people around him, even if it meant there way nothing left for himself at the end of the day.
but you were always there to recharge him, to remind him to take care of himself, to stay up with a plate waiting when he got home from a late schedule.
where were you now, as he finds his body begging to let the earth reclaim him after a particularly hard practice? where were you to tell him not to try to fit in filming that tiktok between shoots? where were you to feed him when he was so tired he could barely shut his door behind himself? he was dedicated to a fault, he doesn’t notice when he starts to crack, too busy focusing on the world around him and everything that he has yet to achieve. you always noticed, you were good to him like that.
kang taehyun can’t find himself taking breaks, because the second his mind isbn’t clouded with work, your voice rings in his ears like tinnitus: echoing but never fully there. because no matter how hard he had worked: it wasn’t enough to have kept you by his side.
huening kai
misses your touch, sometimes feels it in phantom pain
kai was well known for his infectious smile, the joy that seeped out of him like the warmth of the very sun. there was never someone he couldn’t brighten up, he was simply too good for this world.
so why does he find himself alone in his bed at night, half-asleep and hallucinating the glide of your fingers down his spine. some nights he wakes up out of a dead sleep because he thought he had felt you brush against his arm. some sort of joy curls in his chest as he looks over to what was once your side of the bed, only to be crushed by the crippling realization that it was indeed just as empty as it was when he fell asleep.
he knows you aren’t there, he knows you may never be there again. but that doesn’t stop his heart from skipping a beat at every lingering touch his mind betrays with. maybe, maybe this time, it was actually you: and then he’s sitting up alone in the dark staring at his bed, because it is never real.
no matter how many times he tells himself that it isn’t you, he simply cannot help but check… just in case.
because heuning kai was absolutely, devastatingly, and all-consumingly in love with you, even if your absence broke his heart a little more each time.
Kai wasn’t a morning person. That was something you learned pretty early on.
So, it didn’t surprise you when you woke up before him, still tangled in the blankets, his arm draped lazily over your waist. His face was buried in the pillow, hair sticking up in every direction, lips slightly parted as he breathed evenly.
You shifted slightly, trying to stretch, and he let out a groggy whine, pulling you closer.
“Don’t move,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.
“I have to pee.”
“No, you don’t.” His arm tightened, trapping you. “Stay.”
You sighed, biting back a laugh. “Kai, I’m not going anywhere. I just need to—”
“Nope.” He tucked his face against your shoulder, voice muffled. “If you leave, I’ll get cold. And then I’ll be sad. And then you’ll have to spend all day cheering me up.”
“You’re so dramatic.”
“Mmm, but you like me anyway.” His lips curved slightly against your skin, and you rolled your eyes, running a hand through his messy hair.
“Debatable.”
At that, he suddenly pulled back, squinting at you through half-lidded eyes. “What did you just say?”
You smirked. “I said… debatable.”
For a moment, he just blinked at you. Then, without warning, his hands darted to your sides.
“Kai, don’t—”
Too late. His fingers danced against your ribs, squeezing lightly, and you instantly shrieked, twisting in his hold.
“Kai, stop—!” you gasped between laughs, trying to escape.
“Say you like me,” he grinned, continuing his attack.
“No!” You thrashed, kicking the blankets, but he was relentless, laughing along with you as he dug his fingers into the one spot he knew made you squirm.
“Say it!”
“I—CAN’T—BREATHE—”
He finally slowed, giving you a chance to catch your breath, but his hands still hovered threateningly near your waist. “One more chance,” he warned, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Say. It.”
You huffed, pretending to glare at him, but the second his fingers twitched, you caved.
“Fine! I like you!”
Kai immediately stopped, grinning in victory. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”
You groaned, still breathless. “You’re the worst.”
He just smirked, stretching before flopping back onto the pillow beside you. His arm lazily draped over your waist again, his warmth making it impossible to stay annoyed.
A few moments passed before he mumbled, half-asleep, “I like you too, by the way.”
You didn’t say anything, just smiled to yourself, letting the quiet settle between you.
"I think youre like, super duper cool-- a morning with Kai”
✰---Summery: a snippet in time for the two of you, though something like this happens too often to count. A soft and fluffy but fortifying morning with him to remember that all started with him fiddling with the straps and hems of your shirt… speaking of night clothes… there might be a surprise for him waiting underneath
✰---A/N: um so this was supposed to have been out like an eternity ago but life has really been killing me lately so I apologize. Writing is good though and I really love it. I say this every time I post a fic but I’m not sure how good this is :( I originally wanted kai to eat out the reader in this fix but alas, I did not get to it
✰---Warngingz/info: kissing, morning sex, unestablished relationship, like you can take it however you want in this, fingering, hanjob, reacher is gn! other than having a vagina, reader kisses Kai’s freckles/moles, Kai is pussy drunk? idk maybe he is in this, kai asks you to put just the tip in, kai loves the readers tummy thats pretty evident in this fic, spelling mistakes I'll get to them eventually.... think thats it but (it just autocorrected me to 'nut'....) I think thats it! please feel free to let me know if there's anything else!
~this is simply a piece of fiction. My imagination onto “paper.” This is in no way is mean to be taken as an actual and real representation of anyone.~
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The sun hits the front of your lidded eyes, burning them, but wanting, and now apparently waking you up at the same time. Kai shifts behind you, little puffs of breathing out tickling your neck. You finally open your eyes to look where at the state of the man currently latched onto your back. You feel him fiddling with the straps of your tank top absentmindedly, fingers ever so often brushing against your newly exposed skin.
Your desire to nod back off quickly fades when he takes a long breath-- something he always does when he wakes. Now, too excited to ask him in a moment if he's had any dreams, your sleepiness fades into just being calm with him. He circles his arms around your tummy, the pads of his soft and nearly hot with blush and toasty from just returned to the land of the living. it was weird... but something he always took notice of; the way all of his best sleeps were always with you. it wasn't like he couldn't sleep on his own, but when he did he woke up feeling as tired as he was when he laid down, or like they just didnt hit the same way as when he was with you
like he was now, with one of his arms falling asleep with you laying on top of it. but really, he wouldn't want it any other way. You put your hands over his, grasping them tightly almost in an awkward handshake. "So no good morning? no hi, how are you? just trying to brake my hand I see." His voice is groggy, raspy, coming from the back of his throat. You chuckle, and he feels like the sleep instantly is gone from his eyes.
"I was obviously helping you!" You protest, "I was giving feeling back into your arms."
"Why both of my arms then, huh?" his voice lowers, getting suspicious. "I have to show love to each of them." "By breaking them...?" You can feel his eyebrow raise. "mmhm." you say definitely. "Oh, very nice of you then." he snickers
He kneads your tummy gently. the soft skin on his making the both of you break a smile. Only for a moment though, until you feel coolness envelope you instead of warmth as before. Cause now he's getting up, blanket wrapped around his entire body and running to the other side of the bed. he flops down next to you, facing you and making the blanket billow around him like a cape. Now youre both engulfed in it. light from the curtains casting a glow on each of your faces through the blanket. "What? You were pushing me off the bed." You inch closer to him. "Oh, so it was that then, not you wanting to cuddle with me?" he nuzzles his face not your neck, hands already traveling to their rightful place where your hips and waist/ tummy meet. big hands warm you as he speaks into your neck: "mmhm, yeah that, and.... " he draws out the article, though you know what and was going to say and he does "I wanted to see you."
"reasonable." you smile.
"Really?" his smirk is coming through his lips, teeth, and mouth and his voice drips with it. And right now, youre not sure how to deal with it as youre drawn closer and closer to him like a magnetic pull is the only thing that's controlling you. Once youre close enough to feel each others rapid heart beats and close enough where if you just inched in... just a little bit, your lips would be on his neck and you could feel his pulse. you finally speak, "yeah, of course you did. I don't know if youve noticed but im like, pretty amazing." his tongue darts out to lick his lips and smiles. he starts rubbing at your skin again. well, more like brushing it, making you suppress some sort of laugh because its starting to tickle but still.
"Ive noticed, though!" he protests, face still in your neck, voice gentle because of your proximity. "am I that predictable?" you shake your head yes. (he does this almost every morning that you two wake up like this.)
"Im not accusing you--" "yeah yeah, I know but" he straightens his back, looking at you in the eyes now. "what if I happen to think that youre like... super duper cool?" a wide smile creeps onto his face, his eyes crinkling and his cheeks swell as he says the last few words. he draws in a short breath and continues: "and nice, and beautiful, and wonderful. and a whole lotta other things I know anyone who spends a bunch of time with you and who you know..." he cocks his head from side to side, thinking about how he was going to word what he wanted to convey. "...know about you, but I don't really know how to express right now."
You laugh with him. something similar to thing happens a lot between the two of you-- him wanting, no, needing to tell you how he knows how amazing you are, but either not being able to express himself or tripping over his own words. you barely ever paid any mind to it, though. and not in a "its the thought that counts" type of way, either. you might've not fully understood what he was trying to say, but the way he gazed into your eyes, brightness filling them, then looks away, then back at you, rose pigment in his face now.... god, did that tell you all you needed to know.
"hm," you hum, "I think youre supper duper cool too." he raises his head to place a quick peck on your lips. you would've kissed him back if he'd just give you a second. A moment of silence later and it leads to him pressing, almost poking his nose against your previously cold but now warm with the heat crawling into your face and he doubles down on his statement. "Im serious though--" you chuckle even though you can hear the weight in his tone. "So am I." and youre just as serious as him. you mouth a thank you nonetheless. "I-I'm serious though, I don't think anyone in their right mind could miss how amazing you are."
Two things, about this interaction: one,) you can joke about it all you want but, he thinks, you really are perfect. and two) no matter what he says about it, you really do think its cute how he's stumbling over his words. "Glad we're on the same page."
All the while you two have been talking, his hands are moving mere fractions of an inch up and down, up and down, down and-- now hes rubbing almost tickling circles right next to your navel. each stroke of your torso getting longer and longer. you fiddle with the waistband of his boxers until he goes far down enough to notice youre not wearing any underwear. the schooled look on his face makes you laugh as you both emerge from the little makeshift blanket fort you two have stretched over the beautiful expanse of his shoulders.
"oh, im sorry." he bites the inside of his cheek nervously and gulps, raises his hands off you. "what'r you sorry for? I thought you wanted to..." you move his hand back to where it was on the top of your ass. "touch me here?" "well I did-- I do." he corrects himself, but he keeps on rambling. "I just wasn't expecting-- and I dunno if you wanted to since-- oh, what?" He suddenly breaks a smile, his nervousness fading away when he sees you silently chuckling at him. "thisis making your brain short circuit is see. hm, I should let you know when im sleeping without them more often, don't you think?" his eyes go wide again. "you mean you do this frequently and I just don't know?" he leans back a little, eyes darting around, seemingly genuinely pondering this.
Your hands hover over his chest, warmth radiating off you onto his skin. he gently squeezes your ass and your back stiffens, chill going up your spine. "I can't find the words so" he draws out the last word, trailing off, "can I?" he dips his eyes to where the hem of your oversized T-shirt, (already bunched up in the back from him kneading your ass,) hits your upper thighs.
He drags the fabric up and you have half a mind to tell him to get on with it already. and what feels like forever later, hes dipping his thump into his mouth, wetting it with his salivating tongue. then he brings it down to your clit. he starts rubbing at it, warm air surrounding the small bud because of how deep you are under the covers. An electric shock runs up and back down your spine at the contact he makes with now two of his fingers pressing right were youre aching for him. "oh--" you cut your own self off knowing that what;; come our of you will only be incoherent mess.
You can't see what hes doing, he can't either and although that worrying him a little bit its making the experience that much more heightened for the both of you. this way, you can stare lovingly into his eyes and see the little movements his mouth makes, slightly opening here and there, when he gains a beautiful reaction out of you or he gets a little overwhelmed at the feeling of your warm and wet pussy on his fingers. and this way he can focus on all the sounds you make, wishing to bottle up the sound and get drunk on all your moans and hisses of pleasure.
You might not be able to see, but fuck, you sure can hear and feel. as he switches from rubbing at your clit and dripping hole to finger fucking you at that pace that drives you insane, the lewd sounds youre making together is fucking perfect--- music to your ears, even. its wet and mess, hes sloppy and almost desperate for the sighs of pleasure you make, or for that look in your eyes that lets him know youre about to be in the throws of ecstasy around his fingers... cumming for him. all for him. and all because of him. the groans aloud at the thought-- him being the(only) one making you feel this good, him brining you to your high so damn well. and he knows its selfish but a part of him wants to make you cum so good and so often that youre ruined for anyone else. so that the only fingers besides your own that you know could make you feel this good are his. the only tongue good enough for you? his.
it was like his cock and your cunt were made for each other... and that made him shiver in pleasure at the thought. you didnt miss the way he was like this, though. the way his pupils dilated and his jaw clenched at times like these were a tell tale sign.
Hes sloppy with his movements a bit but has just how you two like it. so wonderful he swears that if he could, he'd encapsulate the sounds and feelings that come from this and you and stuff himself full with it to delirium everyday. And if you could, you’d surely do the same. Especially with his grunts and whimpers. God you loved those.
His fingers were already fucking so deep inside you, like you could feel his fingers curl, almost, it feels like in your fucking guts. then, you think, imagine how otherworldly his rock hard cock would be. You can feel him grazing it up and down your thigh, trying not to make it too obvious but grinding his hard on into your plush skin none the les. He occasionally bumps into his own arm the more time goes on and the more desperate he’s getting with his movements. You bring the thigh he’s doing this to up a little further as he thrusts his fingers in and out of your pussy, you’re slick forming a thick ring around the base of his fingers, dripping deliciously onto his hand.
he breathes out a grunt, barely audible to either of you. And that’s when you couldn’t take it anymore. You tug at the waist and of his boxers, his warm abdomen on your knuckles. You look up at him and before you can get the words out he’s already begging “yeah— you can. Please—“ his words come out choppy, up and down in volume but you don't care. You slip them down, too wrapped up in him touching you and you about to touch him that you don’t get them any further than his thighs. The same thighs you have dreams about— dragging yourself on them till you cum with his big hands digging into your hips, sucking hickies on them as he lets out little sighs and as his hands don’t know where to go, the list goes on.
All you wanted was him a close to you as humanly possible, with your hand gripping the full weight of him and your thumb rubbing over, almost teasing his sensitive, leaking tip. You use your spit that's mixing with his precum to let you slide up and down the length of him. He rocks into your hand, same as you to his, trying to find release. And you start to get annoyed even though at this point hes flattened out his hand, your juices oozing out onto it as his palm rubs circles onto your clit.
His fingers are starting to go slower, and deeper if that was humanly possible. but thats not why you were getting annoyed-- kai, even with how he prettily threw his head back with an open mouth in pleasure and then forward again, grunting almost into your collarbone, the rest of him wasn't staying still. he was wriggling and writhing, uncoordinated thrusts into your hand and his have breathing make you lean in for a kiss and surprisingly your teeth don't clang together.
hes still moving around too much and you realize it'd be nearly impossible to get him to cum like this. So you bring you hand off him, ignoring, just for a moment, his whines in protest, chasing after your palm like how you just chased after his lips. You gently snap the elastic waistband against his abdomen as a reminder to calm down-- to get him focused again
At this point, the two of you are halfway sitting up and halfway laying down. Not the most comfortable position but you barely care as you can feel the beautiful pit in your stomach growing and he brings you closer to sweet relief. your mouth goes agape as he rubs you a little faster. You clench around his fingers and all he can think about is how tight you'd feel around him, creaming on his cock. Youre no better, though. with your thoughts of how big you'd know he'd be inside you, because lets be honest here, its not the laying on your side facing him thats making it hard to pump his dick.
You run your thumb along the vein on the underside of his cock and his legs still then quake. Your back arches into his touch. it's all getting too much for you-- you and him pleasuring the other with your hands at the same pace. and as your eyes flutter close because fuck, that face hes making is gonna make you cum if you keep on staring at it, you can feel it. almost like hes fucking into you for real; doesn't help that hes so close to your thighs either.
"I wan' you to cum for me. I love to hear you and feel you and--"
maybe hes rambling, but its cute none the less and that makes you regain full feeling and conciseness, now being able to will your hand to glide over his slippery cock faster, You feel yourself being tipped over the edge.
Your toes curl, his heart rate jumps as you let go of his dick, brining your hand to his wrist to hold him right where you need him. you couldn't focus on anything else at the moment, you felt like he was bringing your body to heaven-- like you were fucking ascending. His lips were on yours in a flash, kissing you like it was his last as you continue humping his palm to ease through your orgasm.
You cum with a muffled curse into his chest as you fall perfectly into him. you really are made for each other, huh?
"God, you look so beautiful when you cum. your face is buried in his collarbone and your hands-- they're gonna be the death of him tonight, hes sure of it. one's rubbing slow petel-in-the-breeze-soft circles on in wrist, and the other is over his heartbeat on his chest. it wasn't anything even that sexual if his dick wasn't out and his fingers weren't soiled with your cum.
you sink yourself deeper into his neck and chuckle. "Im guessing so beautiful that you dont even notice how I dropped your dick?" you blink at him, your lashes tickling his sensitive skin.
He can't even respond before youre kissing the mole on his neck, sucking a small mark there as he lets out little "ah-ah~" next to your ear, before moving up to the one on his jaw... then the one on the other side... then the next, and then next all while watching the little red mark on his neck fade until finally youre at the beginning of his chest. and now your hand his back on him and he feels like hes gonna actually die.
how did he deal with this before? maybe its the way the sheets smell all fresh and comforting, or the way his eyes are still drowsy with sleep and the perfect golden hour light hitting and warming the room just right, or maybe the way you were just around his fingers a moment ago... but whatever it was, he felt his release rapidly approaching.
You kiss him to swallow up the sounds hes making, knowing how his tip bumping against you, nearly tapping your pussy but catching your thighs, wet with your own cum and dampened with sweat is getting to be too much for him just as it was like for you a bit ago. he craved this maybe a little bit too much; your bodies melting together, becoming one. and he really can't hold it in anymore.
"I need-- just the tip, ok? I need to feel you around me. jus' the tip, thats all" his voice comes out with labored breathing and thats all you need to hear, sliding his tip in between your dripping folds. your hand stroking what you can't fit and dipping his head in and out of your hole. not much, just enough to get him addicted to the feeling. at this point hes doing most of the work for you; moving so that his cock slides up and down your cunt, and youre revealing in it as much as you are. with him smoothing over and rubbing your clit, giving you the satisfaction of some much needed friction and the beautiful full feeling of his cock-- even just a little bit is driving you crazy. and the overwhelming want to shove all of him into you, stuffing you full on him? otherworldly. making you have to physically stop yourself from fulfilling your want, no, need, to have him fully inside.
and the way your teeth poke out of your mouth as it opens in pleasure? he feels like hes basking, wishing to drown himself in your pussy. he kisses you urgently, like fire surges through him, pouring himself and his emotions out for you, spilling himself all over your hand as your slow down your strokes, dick throbbing in your hand. your pussy convulsing around noting as he comes down from his high.
The both of your breathing slows, his whines and grunts of pleasure turn into a smile as he looks into your eyes. he reaches over to the nightstand, effectively putting his chest in your face. He plops back down a second later with a couple tissues and grabs your wrist from under the blanket still and does his best to clean it off.
Its silent as he does this, but the good kind. not awkward or dead. but comfortable like it always is with him. it wasn't until then that the both of you realized how much he came. Yeah... he was gonna need another tissue. You peck his lips at the thought and sight but he starts to wonder how the fuck that happened. You really do do wonders to him, he thinks.
He finishes cleaning his own hand next then balls up the tissues before throwing them on the floor. they could be worried about later. he brings you close to him, all he ever wanted, really; to be close enough that his heartbeat syncs with yours and that he smell the sex coming off you... feel the warmth of your skin on his.
His hands find their rightful places at your hips and tummy. Youre almost nodding off again when--
"oh I forgot to ask you!" you nearly shriek at him "did you have any dreams?" the knowing smile that creeps up onto his face tells you all you need to know. "yeah... n' maybe they were about you..." he circles you waist and brings you closer, smirk on your face as he starts sucking on your neck. "oh? just maybe?" you try to keep your composure.
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Why did you think adopting not one, not two, but five hybrids would ever be a good idea?
Yeah, sure. You had originally only settled on adopting one, but when you were told that this group was bonded you couldn't find it in yourself to split them up, let alone leave them behind.
"Alright, that’s the last of the paperwork! We'll be coming to inspect how the hybrids are doing in three months time. If we think that they're unhappy or being mistreated, we'll take them from you." The one employee said with a smile, handing you the boys' collars, all color coded and with their names on them.
There were leashes too, though you put that in your bag since you didn't want to completely restrain them.
"Thank you,” you mumbled, bowing as you left the small office to be met with a group of hybrids waiting outside for you nervously. When you came out they stood straighter, smiling at you with bright eyes. You laughed a bit awkwardly, bowing to them before giving them the most confident smile you could muster... Which turned out to be not so confident.
"Hi, guys. My name is Y/N and I'll be caring for you from now on." You cleared your throat, fiddling with the hem of your sweater. "I'll do my best." You said solemnly before clearing your throat one last time and going to put on everyone's collars, since you had already put your contact details on the inside. The first one you attached was to the tall brown haired hybrid, his Sheppard ears flicking excitedly as you neared him. His tail wagged at a fast pace, making you smile at him. You stood at just below his shoulder, so looking up to him had butterflies flying into the sides of your stomach. If you could, you wouldn't have them wear collars, but it was required by law for them to wear collars if they were in public to:
1. Show that they weren't stray or escaped and therefore potentially dangerous.
2. Be able to find their owners if they happened to get lost.
"You're Soobin..?" You asked the boy, your voice raising nearing the end to turn the statement into a question. He smiled at you as he nodded his head vigorously, his dimples making themselves present and attacking your heart.
"Yep!" He said cutely, his tail still wagging madly behind him.
"차, here we go, Soobin!" You said as you finished attaching his collar, standing back to admire how well the dark purple fit him.
Next was the eldest and one of the two cats of the group, a gorgeous gray tabby hybrid. He watched you closely, and the way he held himself practically screamed 'dripping with confidence'.
"Yeonjun?" You asked, feeling your heart hammering against your chest. You were pretty sure that they could all hear how loud it was beating, which made it ten times worse than it would've been.
"The one and only." He said, grinning at you cheekily while you leaned over his shoulder to attach his respective collar, a lime green color. You moved it slightly, swallowing nervously as your fingers brushed over the back of his neck. Immediately after Yeonjun was, who you believed, was the second youngest of the group and the last cat hybrid. You had been told that he was a Siamese hybrid, and immediately you were intrigued. Siamese were rare where you lived, so having one of your own would be a nice bragging right to have among your co-workers. You had apologized to him sincerely, telling him that you had forgotten his name to which he replied with a gentle smile.
"That's alright, noona. I'm Taehyun." He smiled at you, eyes boring through your soul. He had a shockingly deep red collar that highlighted his sharp features, which you told him quietly, making him blush.
Then, it was one of the most energetic of the lot, it seemed: A Jack Russell hybrid who was practically bouncing around on the balls of his feet, unable to hide his excitement. "Beomgyu." He said simply before you had even opened your mouth to speak, a grin plastered on his face at the way you pressed your mouth into a firm line. You attached his black collar to his neck, having to lightly push him away since he had moved forward to sniff your hair curiously.
And last but not least was the youngest, Heuningkai. You had remembered his name purely because it was so unique, and you were sure to tell him this. He grinned shyly, nodding his head and thanking you in a small voice. He was the other giant, probably only a few inches shorter than Soobin. His collar was a pretty white color, complimenting his creamy Corgi colors well. It was something that you hoped to God wouldn't get filthy, because it would be a pain in the ass to keep clean otherwise.
"Right. Before we leave this building, I have an important first rule." The boys' ears perked attentively as you addressed them, making you nervous again. They gave you their undivided attention and man, was your heart weak. "If you're outside on your own and you get lost, my number is on the inside of your collars. Your phones are waiting for you at home, and everyone's numbers have already been added to each phone, including my own." They nodded, looking at you with wide eyes and small smiles. With a grin you made them follow you into the van you had bought on a bit of a short notice, having to get a car big enough for everyone. Though it was still a bit crowded, Heuningkai and Taehyun squeezed together in the middle with Yeonjun and Beomgyu on the sides, Soobin sitting in the passenger seat.
What you had noticed first was that it seemed as if Soobin was the leader of the band of hybrids, which was to be expected, really. You think you remember hearing that he was second oldest, with Beomgyu being the 'middle-child'. While the thought popped into your mind, you looked into your rear view mirror. "I almost forgot to mention, but I'm a year older than you, Yeonjun." You said with a smile, turning back to the road to turn into that oh so familiar road.
“오디가요?” You heard Yeonjun ask from the backseat, and you couldn't help but smile.
"I wanted to make a quick stop at a café, to get something to drink. I hope you don't mind?" You asked the guys, looking around the car questioningly.
"No, it's fine!" Soobin said with a smile, his dimples springing out once more. You giggled, poking his cheek and unintentionally making him blush.
When you walked into the café, you ordered drinks for everyone, only Yeonjun having come with you to help you carry.
Heuningkai had gotten a hot-chocolate, Soobin settling for a plain and simple coffee. Taehyun got a frupachino, and Beomgyu got tea. When you asked what Yeonjun wanted, he had said he wanted an Americano, so that's what he was currently sipping at, your Iced-Tea standing out among the aray of warm drinks.
You arrived home a little later, showing them their room, the bunk-beds and one single bed in the room. "I dibs the single bed!" Beomgyu called with a grin, making you chuckle.
You clapped your hands together. “I'm going to start on dinner. Why don't the five of you go and watch some television in the mean time? The TV's out front." You said with a smile, the others scattering to the living room at a surprising speed.
You scrolled through your phone before setting up the group chat, the others already haven taken their phones. You looked up when you noticed Yeonjun, a smile spreading across your face. "Hey, Yeonjunnie. What's up?" He smiled at the pet name, tail flicking behind him as he came to stand next to you.
"그냥.. Wanted to see how dinner was coming along." He said with a somewhat hidden smile, sipping at his Americano.
"Ah, Yeonjun?"
"네?"
"You have something on your lip—"
"What? Where?” He wipes over his mouth. “Did I get it?"
"No, 여기~" You turned to stand in front of him, gently swabbing away the cream that had been on the corner of his upper lip... how it had gotten there though, you had no idea.
Yeonjun stood there with the straw of his drink still wedged between his teeth, tail stiff and ears leaning forward. You giggled cutely, flustered at the way he looked so dumbfounded by you, turning back to the food.
It was a few weeks later, and you had just come back from a quick run to the store to get the boys some new clothes, coming back home with well over five bags filled with mostly hybrid clothes, having gotten yourself one or two hoodies and a new pair of sneakers and jeans that you had liked.
You were sitting on the couch with Beomgyu, watching as Yeonjun and Soobin played Mario Cart together, laughing at the way they started screaming at each other angrily when the other pushed them off of the track or into some kind of obstacle. Beomgyu hadn't taken off his new hoodie since leaving the store six hours ago, and as cute as it was on him, you thought that he should at least've washed it first. You snapped a quick photo of him in it, posting it to your Facebook account that had recently gotten filled with pictures of you and the boys.
"Noona, come here~" Beomgyu hummed, bringing you to his chest to hug you to his form and rub his face against you. You giggled, lifting your arm to lightly pet his head, ruffling his hoodie ever so slightly. The action made him hum contentedly, holding you close to him as he put his chin on your shoulder. As soon as Yeonjun and Soobin ended their round the two of them turned around.
"Yah! We want cuddles too—" Soobin said with a pout as the two of them managed to also get some form of contact with you, Soobin playing with your fingers as he sat in between your legs, your hand resting over his Adam's apple, Yeonjun purring into your stomach as his hair was played with.
Later that same night, you were in your room reading when there was a knock on your door. "어? Hyunnie? What's wrong?" You asked, sitting up when a tired looking Taehyun walked toward you. He got under the covers with you, hiding his face in your side as he wrapped an arm around your waist.
"I had a nightmare and can't fall asleep..." He explained, holding you closer. "Can I sleep here for tonight, please?" He asked with a solemn look on his face.
"Of course, Hyun. Whatever makes you comfortable." You hummed, playing with his hair for a bit before watching him fall asleep and falling asleep yourself. Since then, it was a normal occurrence for Taehyun to share your bed, the others also joining you every once in a while.
It was the day after the examination, and you were quite bubbly, happy that you officially got to keep the boys. "Noona, are you even helping?" Heuningkai asked you with an angry pout, stopping as he dried off the dishes.
"Ah, yeah. Sorry, Hyuka. Did you say something?" You asked, continuing with your scrubbing.
"No, I didn't. But you just suddenly stopped moving."
"Yeah, well I was thinking—"
"Abour what? Donuts? Don't you think you should cut down on the—"
"Yah!" You shouted at him, a smile spreading to your face as he laughed, smiling at you brightly.
"Be glad I love you, Kai. Or else I would've broken your nose." You warned the Corgi hybrid with squinted eyes, a playful grin on your face.
"Yeah, yeah, you liar. You wanna play some basketball after this?" He asked, making you scoff over-dramatically.
"What a dumb question to ask—"
You stood there silent and stunned, watching as Hyuka giggled evily.
"Did you just splash me... With dirty water?" You snarled at him in disbelief, eyes shining dangerously.
"Possibly?"
"You piece of— get over here!" You screamed, laughing at how dolphin like he sounded while screaming, running outside towards the guys for help and hopefully protection.
