📁 FILE 05: HUENINGKAI
⋆·˚ ༘ * It’s been days since the fight, and you’ve barely touched him. Hueningkai’s been patient—gentle reminders, fleeting contact, anything to feel close again. But once you let him in, he makes sure you never pull away again.
✦ Love Language: Physical Touch
pairing: hueningkai x reader ✮⋆˙✐ 2.5k
warnings: smut, f!reader, dom!hueningkai, sub!reader, makeup sex, wall sex, riding, overstimulation, possession themes, begging, multiple orgasms
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You genuinely did not mean to ignore Kai.
It was just that after the argument... things settled into a quiet dispute. With every room you shared, the air almost instantly flooded with tension. It worked its way into your subconscious. To the point where you didn't even realize you'd begun turning your back to him when brushing your teeth. Shrugging away from him when he tried to put an arm around you. Even sitting on opposite sides of the couch during a movie.
The worst part? You couldn't even remember how it started. Just that he said something that cut too deep. But as usual, you reacted without thinking, and suddenly everything was off. You didn’t yell. There were no slammed doors or snide remarks. Only a stillness that made everything ten times worse.
What made it unbearable for Kai was your lack of affection. At least during your usual fights, you wouldn't shy away from contact, letting each other know that you're still there. For him, touch was paramount. His way of saying I’m upset, but I still love you. Of saying anything at all.
But when you stopped reaching for him, when you pulled away ever so slightly when he leaned in to kiss your cheek goodnight, when you crossed your arms instead of letting them fall into his waiting hands, it stung him. Every intentionally missed chance crawled beneath his skin like an itch he couldn’t quite scratch.
Something had to be done about it. So Kai began slowly.
A hand on your lower back in the kitchen when you’re making coffee. A ghost of a touch, but it lingers, even after he walks away. His pinky brushing yours as you pass him the remote on the couch, the faint contact sending electricity through him. A leg tossed carelessly over yours in bed when he thinks you’re asleep, just enough to keep you within reach, and just enough to pretend it doesn’t mean anything.
You don’t lean into him or return the touches, but you don’t pull away either. And for Kai, that's enough for now. It was maddening, how something so small could feel so important. A reason to keep hoping you'd come back to the surface. Every time you didn’t move, he took it as permission. Almost like an ounce of forgiveness he hadn’t yet earned.
The itch continues to build over the days.
Until one night, you’re out with friends, tucked into the corner of a bar you both used to love. You're half-tuned into the conversation, some mixed drink sweating in your palm. You laugh on cue, smile at familiar faces, nod when appropriate, but none of it reaches you.
Kai's kept his distance, just like you seem to want. He's sat far enough away that his knee couldn’t bump yours beneath the table, laughed a second too late at a joke you would've whispered in his ear just days ago. He’s been so good.
But later that night, he watches you across the room. Your shoulders dip when Yeonjun makes you laugh. The way your lips curled softly at the corners, the way they only do for him. And then Beomgyu leans in, too close for him to ignore, and Kai forgets how to behave.
His feet move before his mind does.
Suddenly, he’s behind you. Close. His chest was nearly flush against your back. One hand finds your bare hipbone, warm fingers pressing into the skin, desperate to leave a mark. His grip isn’t harsh; it's more like a quick claim of what's his. The gesture wasn't loud whatsoever, but it was undeniable to the hungry boys around you.
You flinch—just a fraction. But again, you choose not to move. Kai's breath is soft against your ear, his nose brushing your temple. He says nothing to you. Instead, his thumb draws a single, slow circle into your skin. Both an apology and a reminder to you.
He stays like that for a moment too long, anchoring himself to you with just that small touch, begging that you’ll lean back. But when you don’t, he silently retreats. Slipping away like he hadn’t just poured his heart into the palm of your hand.
This time, his absence sends a chill through you. For the first time in days, your body aches for him in return. You pretend it didn’t shake you. But hours later, back in the apartment, it all comes to a head.
You’re sitting up in bed, both of you with your faces in your phones. Lights dimmed, still not touching one another. You scrolled mindlessly, not even paying attention to whatever illuminated your phone screen. Instead, you were all too consumed by Kai looming next to you. The room is eerily quiet, and you feel it before you see it: his presence shifting as the mattress dips beside you.
He sets his phone down first.
Kai turns to you to hook a leg over yours. Impatient arms wrap around your middle and drag you into him until your back is against his chest and your legs tangle. You try to keep your grip on your phone, but it slips from your fingers and hits the sheets with a dull thud.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers into your shoulder. He was nervous. “I can’t do this anymore.”
Your breath catches in relief. The dam finally breaks, and instead of turning away, you lean in. Your fingers curl at the sharp edge of his jaw and guide his mouth to yours. No more space. No more pretending. His body settles against you with a sigh, like he’s been waiting for this crack in the silence just to exhale.
The kiss is wrecked from the start. There’s nothing careful about it. It tastes like everything you’ve both swallowed down the past week: guilt, longing, frustration, need. His tongue slides against yours like he’s desperate to remember it. His hands stay tight on your waist, holding you still. You don't hold back your moans, and Kai swallows them whole.
He lays you back onto the bed with reverence, lips trailing down your throat, hands slipping beneath your sleep shirt to trace the backs of your thighs. Warm, calloused palms kneading your skin like he’s trying to relearn every inch.
"I'm sorry too," you whisper, voice cracking, eyes glimmering beneath his gaze.
He kisses your cheek. Then your jaw. His breath stutters as he speaks. “Then let me make up for this wasted time.”
You nod silently, but the hunger in his eyes falters—barred by restraint. It takes you arching up, lips pressed to the corner of his mouth, to get him to move.
This time, Kai rises with purpose.
One fluid motion turns you in his grasp, guiding you up from the bed until your chest meets the opposite wall. The chill of it against your skin makes you gasp.
“Couldn’t stop thinking about you like this,” he breathes, stepping into you, chest flush to your back. “Pressed up. Nowhere to run like you've been doing to me all week.”
You feel him hard against your ass. His arms wrap around your waist, firm but gentle. His breath is hot against your neck.
“I would think about it—how it might feel to fuck you right here. No distractions. No space between us. Just you… mine.”
Your hands brace against the wall, trembling when he drags your sleep shirt up and off, exposing you inch by inch.
He presses a kiss to your shoulder, down your spine. Fingers slip between your legs, testing you.
“I want to feel every sound you make,” he murmurs, “and hear it echo off these walls.”
A soft whimper breaks from you. “Touch me, Kai.”
“I missed touching you.” His hand slides up, cupping your breast.
“I missed you.” You arch into him and lets out a grunt.
He kisses your jaw. Apologies and confessions of love spilling back and forth between you. “I hated waking up without you.”
“I hated it too,” you breathe, voice shaking at this point. “I’m sorry I made you feel alone.”
Your panties are gone before you even notice. Kai is sinking to his knees behind you, dragging the lace slowly down your thighs. His hands settle at your hips for a moment, breath fanning over the backs of your thighs. He carefully leans in.
You gasp when you feel his tongue slowly licking a stripe through your folds. His thumbs spread you gently, and he groans at the sight of you at this angle, wet and swollen just for him.
He buries his face there like it’s all he’s ever wanted. His tongue works expertly, curling against your clit, then dipping into you. Your knees nearly give, but his hands are steady at your thighs, holding you open for him.
“Kai—oh my god,” you pant, forehead hitting the wall.
He hums into you. Oh, how he missed the sound of your voice breaking just for him. His grip tightens when your hips begin to stutter forward.
“Stay still,” he murmurs against your heat. “I’m not done.”
He sucks your clit softly, flicks his tongue, and then kisses the slick skin just beneath. He licks you through one long, quiet moan from your lips—his favorite sound.
Only when you’re dripping and whimpering his name like does he finally rise to his feet.
You barely feel him stand to undress himself, way too dazed, until his cock is dragging through your folds, nudging your entrance.
“You’re soaked,” he groans. “Even now…”
He slides into you with one long, slow thrust. “F-fuck…”
You gasp, cheek now pressed into to the wall as you glance at Kai behind you, the look in his eyes making your knees buckle. He wraps an arm around your waist, the other hand cupping your breast, keeping you standing and tight against him.
“I’ve got you,” he breathes into your shoulder. “I’ve always got you.”
The rhythm he sets is slow and deep. Every thrust pushes his apology further into you, every kiss on your neck making you shiver. Your fingers curl against the wall, body shaking under the weight of it all.
Your hand reaches back blindly, searching for his. He laces your fingers instantly, pressing them to your stomach, holding you even tighter.
“Don’t run from me,” he whispers. “I need to be close to you again.”
You whisper his name, and he falters. He pulls out only to guide you back to the bed, collapsing against the mattress and taking you with him.
You straddle his hips, legs shaking, as he lines himself up again. He doesn’t waste a second before guiding you back down, slowly filling you to the hilt once more.
You cry out, the stretch, the pressure—so full, and he was deeper than before. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you down onto him. He presses you flush to his chest.
“You don’t know what it’s like,” he murmurs into your skin. “Not being able to hold you.”
You roll your hips once, and he whines your name unexpectedly.
“Feels so fucking good,” he breathes. “Like this—god—don’t stop.”
You do it again. Again. And again. His hips lift to meet yours, cock fucking into you from beneath, harder with each thrust. The bed creaks under the rhythm of your bodies. Your moans grow louder with need as you match eachother’s pace.
“You drive me insane,” he groans, dragging his mouth along your shoulder, biting softly.
You whimper, head falling back. You hold youself up with your hands against his chest. “Don’t stop touching me.”
“Never,” Kai swears, one hand gripping your thigh, the other moving to your clit. The way he circles it makes your eyes roll back.
“I—” a soft sob emits from your throat. “I’m gonna—”
“Let me feel it,” he begs you. “Come on, baby. Cum for me.”
That's all it ever takes for you to cry out, entire body trembling, walls pulsing around him. He groans like he’s unraveling himself. “Fuck—fuck, I’m cumming—”
But Kai doesn’t stop. He moans into your neck, wanting to fuck into you even more. He was greedy. “Fuck, baby… again. Give me another.”
Your eyes flutter, head lolling slightly. “Kai—” Your voice is already weak. “I just—”
“I know,” he breathes, kissing your shoulder, rolling his hips faster again. “But I need it. Just one more. Please, baby.”
You gasp as he thrusts up again, the slick, overstimulated stretch of him dragging against your still-clenching walls. It makes you yelp.
“I just missed you too much,” he whispers, voice soft but intense. “Missed how pretty you sound for me."
His hand slides back down, fingers seeking your clit again. The touch is featherlight this time. You whimper his name over and over.
“I can’t—” you whisper, shuddering.
“Yes, you can,” he coos. “I’ve got you.”
You feel your body tipping again, sensitivity heightening with every movement of his fingers. He holds you there, one hand gripping your thigh, the other working you gently.
“You’re doing so good for me,” he whispers up at you. “So perfect. And so mine.”
Your orgasm hits harder than the last. You shake in his arms, thighs clamping around his hips, mouth falling open in a silent cry. He swallows every sound. Pulling you back down onto him, he can’t help but kiss your cheek, your temple, your jaw. And then he finally follows.
Kai’s hips stutter, cock twitching deep inside as he groans, hips barely moving as he empties into you, voice broken against your skin. “H-holy shit. I love you.”
You go limp in his arms. But Kai doesn’t even think about letting go.
He cups your jaw with one hand and turns your face so he can kiss you. The aftershocks ripple through both of you as he brushes his hands down your sides.
Eventually, you shift off him with a breathy sound. He pulls you in immediately, chest flush to your back like the night began, curling his body around yours. One hand splayed across your stomach, the other stroking your hip.
Your voice is raw when you whisper, “I really am sorry.”
He laughs into your hair, nose nuzzling behind your ear. “Don't worry. I shouldn't have said what I said."
He kisses the top of your head and exhales deeply. The weight he’s been carrying finally lifts. But there’s a pause when he stills behind you. He clears his throat before speaking again.
“But don’t ever treat me like that during a fight again,” he adds, voice playful but serious beneath it. “Next time, I won’t be so gentle.”
You let out a quiet laugh, reaching back to thread your fingers through his hair. “Deal.”
This time, when he pulls you even closer, you don’t hesitate. You just melt into him.
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