kinky ask! You don't have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable uwu who do you think in exo would love to have you watch yourself (and him of course) in the mirror while you know...they ruin you hihihihi
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ooooh nonnie...ur so real for this ask 😩🤞🏼 alright hear me out!!!!!
⟢ #1 jongin
1000%. that man would thrive off watching you watch yourself, eyes locked on the mirror while he’s absolutely wrecking you. he’d whisper in your ear, voice all deep and raspy, telling you to keep your eyes open, to see how good you look taking him. he’d smirk when you try to look away, grabbing your chin and making you face your reflection again, telling you, "nah, baby, i want ya to see exactly how pretty you look falling apart for me." like. pls. he’d have one hand gripping your waist, the other on your throat, making sure you don’t look away, his eyes flickering between your flushed, wrecked expression in the mirror and the way your body moves against his.
"ya see how perfect you look taking me?" he'd growl against your ear, slow, deliberate thrusts forcing you to keep your eyes locked on the mirror.
his stamina is insane. he’ll have you cumming over and over again, dragging you through wave after wave of pleasure until you’re literally shaking.
he loves making you watch your own expressions. it’s not just about the physical—he wants to break you mentally too, making sure you see yourself unravel, see how much you crave him.
if you try to close your eyes? he’s tilting your chin up, a smirk on his lips. "nah, baby. you’re not missing a second of this."
he drags pleasure out, makes you feel every inch, every thrust, and when you’re so overstimulated you’re tearing up, he’ll kiss the tears off your cheeks, telling you how good you are for him. an absolute fucking menace. an addicting one.
⟢ #2 baekhyun
been sayin' this shit since day fucking one but baekhyun is the definition of a bratty dom 😭 he loves seeing you flustered, loves making you blush, but he also loves wrecking you. he’s all about control, and that mirror? his playgroundddd
"look at you," he’d purr, eyes flickering between your reflection and where your bodies meet. "so desperate for me, huh?"
he’s so expressive during sex, groaning, smirking, letting out those breathy little laughs when you whimper his name. he thrives off teasing you.
he’ll edge you to the brink of insanity, make you watch as he slows down at the worst moments, just to hear you whine for him. "aww, ya wanna cum? beg for it, pretty. tell me how bad ya need it."
he lives to make you see how thoroughly he’s ruining you—one hand around your throat, the other trailing between your legs, fingers playing with your swollen clit just to make you squirm.
he loves fucking you in front of a full-length mirror, whispering dirty things in your ear, telling you how wrecked you look, how hot you are like this. if you get shy, he eats that up.
he’s the type to smirk at your reflection the entire time, making sure you feel every single second of it. and when you’re a writhing mess beneath him? oh, he’s so proud of himself. "did so well for me, baby. look at that, all fucked out and pretty."
⟢ #3 sehun
this lil shit is so fucking mean 😭 like he’s not soft, he’s not gentle... AT ALL. he’s intense, dominant, and relentless. he gets off on control, on making you squirm, and that mirror? his favorite tool to remind you who’s in charge.
"ya wanna look away? then i’ll just have to fuck you harder." and he does. brutally.
his grip is bruising. he’ll hold your chin, your throat, your waist, making sure you watch everything. he’s ruthless, making you see how your body reacts to him.
if you look away, he punishes you. he stops moving, or worse—he pulls out entirely, making you beg for him before he even thinks about giving you what you need.
he’ll mock you, degrade you, praise you all at once. "look at that. you’re soaking for me. you like watching yourself get ruined, don’t you?"
he makes sure you see everything—his cock sliding in and out of you, the way your legs shake, the way your mouth falls open when he hits that spot just right.
sehun fucks with precision. he loves control, loves owning your pleasure, and when you’re on the verge of passing out from overstimulation, he’ll chuckle, stroking your cheek, "too much? poor baby... but you can take more, right?"
genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!! bit of fluff if you close one eye and tilt your head
synopsis: reader leaves her friends for a last minute dick appointment with a hot man
warnings: p in v, riding, against wall, facial (kinda), oral (f receiving) multiple orgasms, cocky/sweet/mean/teasing jongin! mentions of alcohol, but no drunkenness
jongin: u busy?
you smirk at your phone and down the shot sitting in front of you. “excuse me, ladies, but duty calls,” you say to your four friends, standing up and grabbing your bag off of the back of your chair.
“no! we’ve barely done shots!” your friend sana protests, grabbing onto your hands.
you stick out your bottom lip. “sorry, bae, but i really have to go,” you say, trying to pull away.
“for the what? to do what?” she questions, frowning up at you.
you can only smirk. “jongin,” you say, booping her on the nose and then pulling yourself out of her grasp. you know it’s fucked up to leave your closest friends for a dick appointment, but worse things could definitely happen, and they have to understand—it’s not just any dick, its dick that has you walking funny the next morning. “so sorry to leave like this, but dick awaits.” you say, blowing kisses to your friends before leaving the bar, their groans and sounds of disapproval be damned.
you stand on the side of the building and call an uber that arrives quickly. you hop in the back and reply to jongins message, your nails flying over the screen.
y/n: be there in 10
the entire uber ride, you check you appearance and reapply your lipgloss. it’s not that you needed to look good for jongin, but you wanted to. and to admit, you were nervous—you were always nervous every time you met jongin, even though it was multiple times a week and you’d done thing more than ten times so far. you meet him mostly at night, sometimes during the day, never in the morning, but always after 12pm. but you still managed to get jittery beforehand.
the uber pulls up to his apartment building, and you thank them and get out. you attempt to pull down your tiny poster girl dress, but it just slides back up as you walk over to the door and buzz his apartment. “y/n, is that you?” his voice asks through the intercom.
“yes. let me in, it’s cold,” you say, but there’s barely a breeze. the buzzer pops and you quickly enter the building and make your way to the elevator. the ride is quick, him only living on the third floor, and the walk is even shorter.
you knock and a few seconds later, he answers the door, in a white tank top, jeans, and hat. “hi,” you say, giving him a quick hug as you walk in.
“you look nice—what do you want to call this? is this a dress?” he asks, loosely holding your hand as his eyes roam over your figure.
“mhm,” you say, looking up at him. he licks his lips and raises his eyebrows.
“you always dress like this when you go out? or is this just for me?” he asks mockingly and your roll your eyes, spinning around on your toes to look at him. he can’t help but drop his gaze to your chest, where three giant cut outs expose your chest and the fact that you’re not wearing a bra.
“does it matter?” you ask, gently pushing his chin upwards. jongin looks you in the eye and nudges you against the all before dropping to his knees in front of you.
“guess not,” he says, pushing your dress up so it bunches around your waist. you sigh and mold your back against the wall, butterflies of anticipation in your stomach as he presses his fingers against your core, the material sticking to you for a bit. jongin wastes no time helping you out of them before dragging two fingers through your slit, and then pushing them inside you.
you sigh and brace yourself against the wall, looking down at him and biting your bottom lip. before you know it, his fingers are replaced with his mouth and you gasp, throwing a hand over your mouth and tilting your head back.
jongin licks and sucks, pressing his tongue into your hole. you drop the hand from your mouth push his hat off, tangling your hands in his hair. you pull at his roots, moaning out his name. you make the mistake of looking down at him, seeing as he’s already looking up at you, his eyes wide. your mouth falls open and you can feel him smirk against you. “j-jongin,” you pant, putting a leg on his shoulder.
he flicks his tongue against your clit and your vision goes spotty for a second. jongin feels your body tense and continues his ministrations, adding his fingers to the mix to push you over the edge. but he doesn’t let you get all of the way there, pulling away when your vision starts to blur just the way you like, and your legs feel weak.
it’s rude, and you gasp in horror. “fuck you! i was close!” you cry, your eyes never leaving him as he stands up and unzips his pants. you frustratedly put your hand between your legs, trying to get yourself off but you know that it’s not going to work since he’s already been down there, and it’s his and his mouth that you want.
“were you?” he asks, removing your hand from in between your legs and turning you around, pressing you into the wall. you close your eyes and put an arch in your back, waiting for him to push himself in. because he’s sweet, he doesn’t waste your time and pushes himself in with a grunt.
“oh, jongin!” you mewl, meeting his thrusts as he rocks his hips into you. he grips your hips tightly, giving himself more leverage with fucking into you.
“best pussy i’ve ever had, fuck,” he groans into your ear, slipping a hand between to the front of you to rub at your clit. you arch your back deeper at his words, reveling in the feeling of his hips slapping against your backside. the curve in his dick his that spot nicely, and has you seeing stars. “shit, y/n.” he says, rubbing on your clit faster.
he pounds into you, your cheek smooshing against the wall. your mouth is permanently dropped open, only sound you emit being breathy moans and his name. you lift one of your legs, that earlier feeling coming back into the pit of your stomach. jongin catches your leg, holding it up and widening his stance so he can get you back to the place he rudely took away from you.
“jongin, please, i’m c-close!” you beg, your chest heaving up and down as you feel yourself getting closer and closer. he’s nice, always has been to you, so he speeds up his thrusts. “shit, shit!” you cry out, that euphoric feeling washing over you as you release onto him.
“that’s right,” he grunts, still pounding into you, holding you securely around the waist with one arm while the other gropes your chest. “cum all over this dick, y/n. it’s yours.” jongin kisses your neck, his thrusts getting shallower as he feels himself getting closer. you shake in his grasp, the feeling too much, and you’re grateful when he pulls out and cums on your ass, his voice low as he curses.
“is your face okay?” he asks when you both take a moment to catch your breath. you face him and he turns the cheek that was pressed against the wall towards him. it’s red, but it doesn’t look like any real damage was done. “does it hurt?” he asks, dragging his finger tips across it lightly.
you shake your head and pull him close to you. “good. sorry ‘bout it,” he says, giving your cheek a kiss and then pressing one on your lips. you wrap your arms around his neck and let your mini make out session last a bit longer.
but jongins hard member rests heavily against your thigh, and you still have enough energy for another round. so he puts his hands underneath your ass and hoists you up, sliding into you easily. his strength and frame are contradicting. he’s skinny, as are his arms, so when you met him and agreed to start fooling around, you weren’t sure about wall sex, or even riding him, the fear of being dropped or hurting him too prevalent, until one night he told you stop bullshitting and showed you how much a skinny guy could do.
“fuck, jongin, you feel so good!” you hold onto his shoulders, grabbing at the hair at the nape of his neck. he concentrates on fucking you deep, his stamina decreasing quicker than he really intended. you can tell, so you say, “is that all you got?” yanking at his hair.
jongin looks up at you with a face that says i’m giving you EVERYTHING, but slides you down the wall and starts driving his hips upward, hitting that perfect spot again and making you scream out his name. “this enough for you?” he grunts, his hands holding onto you right enough to leave marks. “fuck, y/n. i need you to come.” he groans, licking his lips and squeezing his eyes shut as he tries to hold himself back from coming before you.
you push his hair out of his eyes and rub on your swollen clit with your fingers. it doesn’t take much, between your rubbing and his thrusting, to make you reach your climax, it springing on you quicker than you had anticipated. it’s not as intense as the first, but you can’t feel your legs.
jongin quickly sets you down and you fall to your knees, your legs too weak to hold you up at the moment. “open,” he says, his dick in front of his face as he pumps his hand up and down.
you do as asked, your mouth wide open and ready to take whatever he gives you. ropes of his cum land on your tongue and you keep your mouth open until he’s done. you swallow, keeping your eyes on him, and he breathes heavily as he watches you. jongin never made you swallow, and didn’t feel any type of way when you spit the first time you gave him head. but ever since the first time you swallowed his cum, he’s found a new kink for it. he likes watching you do it, it turns him on every time.
jongin helps you up onto shaky legs, one of his hands on the small of your back. “i’m not done with you yet,” he says, looking down into your eyes.
“i’m tired!” you whine, holding onto him. he shrugs and you pout, hoping it’ll change his mind.
“nah, you were talking shit to me. it’s your turn to prove yourself, ms. ‘is that all you got?’,” he says, slapping your ass. you only frown up at him and he gives you a shit eating grin. “let me see your foot.” he says, and you lift your leg up, holding onto him tightly as you wobble standing on one foot.
he puts your leg on his knee and unbuckles your heels for you. it’s weirdly intimate, and you ignore the pang in your heart as he gently pulls off your shoes, holding onto your ankle delicately. “thank you,” you say, wiggling your toes.
jongin nods and pull you close to him by the ass. he looks down into your eyes, and you feel like exposed under his gaze so you quickly close the distance between you and slide s hand up the back of his tank top. “you’re not getting out of this,” he mumbles against you, pulling away to raise an eyebrow at you.
“my legs hurt,” you say as he walks you backwards to the living room.
“aw,” he says, not a hint of sincerity in his voice. while he was sweet, he can still get competitive (and mean). jongin takes a seat on the couch and beckons you toward him, spreading his legs wide and holding onto the base of his dick.
you sigh and pull your dress off the rest of the way, and let it fall to the floor. you ignore jongins piercing gaze as his eyes roam over your naked body, and lower yourself onto his lap. you lift your hips up so you can slide him in, and your lips part as you take him from this angle.
letting out a breath, you sink lower onto him, holding onto his shoulders for support. “you’re moving awfully slow,” he says, pulling your hair.
“shut up,” you say, starting to move up and down on him. he rolls his eyes and laces his hands behind his head, looking at you lazily. “take this off.” you whine, pulling at his tank top. he obliges, and you rest your hands on his bare chest as you start to pick up the pace.
but your legs start to burn as quickly as you start, and after a few minutes, you’re practically just sitting on him, your chest pressed against his. “that’s all you got for me? you dont like me anymore?” he asks, holding you by the neck.
you shake your head. “my legs hurt!” you complain, grinding down on him. it only feels good for you, and you both know it, so he lets you do it for awhile longer before he gets tired.
“and you had the nerve to talk shit to me, but you can’t even ride me for longer than a minute,” he says, thrusting up into you harshly. you curse and try to match his pace with your own hips, but he quickly shuts that down. “you just sit there and let me take care of you.” he grunts, basically granting you to be a pillow princess for the rest of the night.
jongin keeps true to his word and manually bounces you on him, and soon you’re both cumming for the third time tonight. he proves to be officially worn out when even his arms can’t hold you much longer, and he melts into the couch.
you kiss his cheek before pulling yourself off of him, and grab your dress. you pull it on and walk down the hall to retrieve your underwear and the rest of his clothes. “you want me to drive you home?” he asks when you hand him his bottoms.
“please?” you ask, pulling on your underwear. you can’t help but collapse onto the couch, your body exhausted.
he looks down at you as he stands up to pull on his jeans, his eyebrows furrowed. “why are you resting when i did all the work?” he asks. you flip him off and he smiles.
“shut up, you didn’t even do much,” you lie. he scoffs and shakes his head at you.
“oh jongin, jongin, fuck me jongin!” he mocks, imitating how he thinks you sound.
you roll your eyes, but your cheeks burn in embarrassment. “you can make fun of me all you want, but i’m the best pussy you’ve ever had,” you say, standing up from the couch and pointedly looking him in the eye.
jongin doesn’t argue or deny you statement, just smiles to himself and watches you as you put on your heels. you can feel his eyes on you, so you don’t turn around when you ask him if he’s ready to drop you off.
he grabs his keys and jacket and you two exit his apartment. jongin wraps an arm around your waist, surprising you. “you look like bambi right now,” he says, glancing down at you.
all you can do is blush and lean into him, enjoying his embrace. you guys make it down to the lobby after a short elevator ride, and go out to the parking garage to get into his BMW.
the drive is short, and you guys make small talk the entire time. he pulls up in front of your condo quicker than you thought, and you unbuckle your seatbelt.
you open the door, ready to get out, but he stops you. “come here,” he says, pulling you back to him. you’re confused, and become even more shocked when he plants a goodnight kiss on your lips. you guys rarely kiss outside of hooking up, and when you part ways, it’s just a goodbye hug, or nothing but words.
pulling back, you’re a bit stunned but find the words to say goodnight, and your legs to let you out. you expect him to drive away when you step out of the car, but instead he waits for you to unlock your door, and honks once, as if to say goodbye, before he speeds off.
You're being stupid. That's what you keep telling yourself. Kai is an idol, sometimes he is going to be around female idols, he is going to do dance challenges with them or talk to them, he can't exactly snub them. You couldn't help but compare yourself to them though. You trusted Kai, you really did, but sometimes, when your mental health was bad and the insecurities kicked in, you felt like he could do better than you.
When you were next with Kai, you were so stuck in your head about everything he noticed how distant you were being.
"Jagi?" he asked you, when you made no reaction to his hand on your thigh as you sat together on the sofa.
You simply hummed in response.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," you answered, far too quickly for it to be the truth.
"Come on, something's bothering you," he said giving you a little nudge.
"I don't want to talk about it," you replied, bluntly.
"I just want to help," he continued.
"Jongin, let it go," you snapped.
"Fine," he muttered, moving away to sit on the other end of the chair to you.
"Talking about it will just upset me, so I don't want to right now, you don't have to be like that."
"You don't have to snap at your boyfriend when he's trying to help."
You let out a frustrated sigh. "Don't try and guilt trip me."
"What can't you talk to me about? Am I the problem? Because if I am that's more reason to talk to me," he continued.
"No, not exactly-"
"Yah! What do you mean not exactly?"
"See this is why I didn't want to talk about it."
Kai stood then and moved in front of you, making sure you couldn't look away from him. "What did I do?"
"Nothing."
"Then what did 'not exactly' mean?"
You hesitated then. He clearly wasn't going to drop it, so you were trying to work out how to put your feelings into words.
"Y/n?" he questioned.
"I don't like seeing you with other women," you rushed out, before realising how that sounded. "Wait- no, that didn't-"
"Because you don't trust me?"
"That's not what I meant. I just think- It's hard for me seeing you with these beautiful idols, when I'm- me."
"You think I'd cheat on you?" he questioned in an accusatory tone.
"No! It's not about you-" Your voice raised as you spoke.
"Then what is it about?"
"If you calm down and let me get my words out..."
"You didn't even want to talk to me a second ago."
"I can't talk to you when you're like this," you said, your tone dropping as you stood to head to the door.
Kai stayed stationary for a moment as pulled your shoes on. Before you had a chance to gather up your things though, he was next to you holding your bag. The two of you just stood looking at each other in silence briefly.
"What's wrong?" he asked again, his voice now much softer.
"It's not that I think you would cheat. It's that I believe you'd be better off with one of them. I look at myself and then these gorgeous women you're surrounded by in your working life and I can't compare. I don't feel like I deserve to be with you."
"Jagiya," he let out in a whisper.
You sniffed as the emotions started to hit you. "And this is why I didn't want to talk about," you managed to say as your voice broke.
Immediately, you were engulfed in your boyfriends arms as you broke down.
"I love you," he mumbled as he pressed small kisses in to your hair. "I love you, and I'll keep saying it until all those thoughts leave."
You just held onto him tighter as he spoke, giving you the reassurance you so clearly needed in the moment.
"Anytime you feel this, you tell me. Even if I'm not with you and you've seen something, some video online, and it makes you uncomfortable, call me. I will remind you that you are the one I will always choose, ok?"
All you could do was nod.
"Do you want to take your shoes off and come back in?"
You nodded again.
Kai's chest vibrated against you as he laughed. "You need to let go then."
This time you shook your head and snuggled further into him, if that was even possible. With another laugh at your cuteness, Kai squeezed you back, content just to hold you until you were ready.
Hiiii! It's me again! Can I ask you from your drabble game :) #5 with Kai please :) Thank u in advance author-nim ✨🥰
Familiar 🕛
Genre: angst | power!au
Pairing: Kai x f.Reader
Length: 1.8k (again dont ask)
Warnings: Language | Alcohol Consumption
a/n: i just feel like you wanted something soft and fluffy and cute. And tbh i wanted that too. I really did. But one thing about me????? when you put in a request, expect the unexpected~~. Im on an exo power kick apparently so there is that. I hope yall like this one i think its v interesting 🤔 But yes, thank you for requesting ☺️
DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST
Jongin and Chanyeol found themselves in a familiar place they hadn’t been to in years.
‘We really did jump,” Chanyeol said in awe, taking in the old bar they would frequent when they were much younger adults than they were now.
Jongin felt jittery, like this wasn’t right. He had been told that his power could do much more than allow him to travel the world. He could travel dimensions, travel other worlds….
And time travel apparently.
He had no idea where exactly they were. Suho had told him to think of a time before shit hit the fan, before they lost everything.
“Excuse me,” Chanyeol called to a bartender. “Silly question, but what’s the date today?”
The bartender took him in wearily. Probably wondering if he needed to be cut off or not.
“Please,” he pressed. “It’s important.”
She sighed. “It’s the fifth of September. Twenty eighteen.”
“Twenty eighteen,” Chanyeol repeated with wide eyes, locking them with Jongin. “Bro, you fucking did it.”
“That’s too far back,” Jongin said between clenched teeth. He was aiming more towards 2021. Three years before The Attack.
“But there’s a reason why you sent us here.”
Chanyeol may be right about that, but he couldn’t understand it himself. The reasoning behind this specific time, this specific spot.
But then he heard a recognizable laugh and all the color drained from his face.
Chanyeol heard it too, throwing him a look full of warning. But Jongin ignored it, walking deeper into the dim building in search of the voice.
At a table, surrounded by a group of familiar faces, he saw the reason why he brought himself back here.
You.
The love of his life. The one who sacrificed everything that day. The one he lost.
You were there. Alive. Laughing. Unaware of the journey you were about to embark, of how drastically the world was going to change.
You were the reason why he even attempted to time travel.
He took a step towards the table, but then Chanyeol had him pressed against a wall, his forearm dug into Jongin’s neck.
“We don’t know what will happen if we interact with them,” he hissed. “We’re here to observe. To search for the red force. To discover the traitor.”
Jongin’s eyes were frantic as he tried to look at you again. “They’re here. The traitor is sitting at that table as we speak!”
“Yes,” Chanyeol agreed gravely. “With your wife. Your dead wife.” Jongin went still in his grip. “Shit, we might already be here. What’ll happen it we bump into our younger selves?”
Jongin wasn’t sure. He didn’t understand how any of this stuff worked. He just knew that it did. But, he couldn’t accept Chanyeol’s words yet. He searched his memories, wondering if he had met you, by now. But, you hadn’t. It wouldn’t be for a moment still.
“We’re not. I haven’t.” He swallowed thickly, which was hard to do with Chanyeol’s arm still pressed against his neck. “I haven’t met her yet.”
Chanyeol sighed. “This isn’t a good idea, Jongin.”
“Please, just let me see her,” he begged. “It’s been over a year, Chanyeol. I promise I won’t do anything, but I need to talk to her. I need to hear her voice again. I….”
He was so messed up without you. A ghost of the man he used to be. He swore he died the same night you did. Chanyeol saw that. Saw what the loss had done to his partner.
It was reluctantly, but he let him go, ignoring the relieved smile that bloomed on Jongin’s face. He pointed at him. “No funny business. We have a mission. We have to stick to it.”
“And we will,” Jongin was quick to say. “But for today, let’s just be normal, while we still can. This is the only peace we’ll ever get again. Let’s enjoy it.”
Chanyeol took in the bar that no longer existed in their timeline. Took in the smells and voices, and Jongin saw just how tired his friend was. How the war had drained him. He’d lost just as many people, had suffered just as much.
“Okay,” Chanyeol fully relented. “Let’s order some drinks.”
After getting a couple drinks, the two of them made their way over to the table you were sat at. Jongin couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You were even more beautiful than he remembered, nearly glowing under the yellow lights ahead.
“Mind if we join?” He asked, looking nowhere else but at you.
“Oh?” Another girl at the table, your best friend he realized, said. She took in the tall handsome men. “We could really enjoy the company.”
Jongin wasted no time sliding into the empty chair beside you, thankful for that. He sat a cup in front of you and you studied it for a brief moment before braving a sip.
Your eyebrows raised when it hit your taste buds.
“This is my favorite. How did you know?”
He grinned knowingly at you. “I could tell you were a woman with class.”
You laughed breathlessly at that, a bit intimidated under his intense stare. Still, he was ridiculously handsome—handsome enough to ignore the red flags. So, you introduced yourself.
“Jongin.” He held onto your hand and nearly sobbed at the familiar contact. When you went to pull away, he refused to let go. You giggled before shyly turning back to your drink.
Chanyeol cleared his throat, and Jongin remembered himself, finally letting your hand go.
He took in the others at the table. There were three girls and two men, including you. The men he recognized instantly as Kyungsoo and Baekhyun.
It was one of them, the traitor. The one who gave the Red Force their plans, leading to the attack that changed everything, that killed Jongin’s wife.
No. He wouldn’t think about that right now. Not when he had you back.
“So, you come here often?” Your best friend, Kim Jiwon, asked. Jongin was suspicious of her as well. She was a lousy friend, and was rather close to Kyungsoo. She also disappeared after the attack.
Chanyeol and Jongin locked eyes.
“We do,” Chanyeol said, sipping the brown drink he had ordered for himself. He closed his eyes as it coated his tongue, savoring the old taste he once enjoyed.
“Usually after work. A little treat after a hard day.” Jongin supplied.
“We do too!” You said excitedly. He fought his smile at your joy. That was something you would always say everytime you ended up at the bar.
“Oh?” He played off. “What is it that you do?”
“We’re engineers,” Baekhyun spoke up. “We work for the government. We build—”
“Planes,” Kyungsoo interrupted.
Jongin lifted an eyebrow at you, questioning the legitimacy of Kyungsoo’s answer. You shrugged. “You can say that.”
The night continued on. The table went round for round on drinks. Jongin was finding himself getting drunk for the first time in years. He was never much of a drinker to begin with, but today he needed all the alcohol he could get.
“I’ll have the Flying Dutchmen,” he ordered to the waitress, who rolled her eyes at the mostly juice drink. “And my wife here will have another Pink Lady.”
Chanyeol kicked his leg. He pouted.
You tilted your head curiously. You were pressed so close to him, he could feel your chest rise and fall against his arm. “Your wife? You know, that’s the third time you’ve called me that tonight.”
“Is it?” he asked, falling more into your space. You allowed him.
“Yeah,” you smirked up at him. “Why is that?”
“Because,” he slurred, nose touching yours. “I’m gonna marry you one day.”
“You don’t even know me,” you pointed out, but he caught how breathless you sounded, how warm your face grew.
He hummed. “Not now maybe, but I already know that I love you.”
You watched him for a moment, appearing very sober as you wondered if this was okay. If he meant what he was saying, and wasn’t being a creep. Gorgeous be damned. Telling a stranger you loved them was definitely a red flag.
You swallowed thickly. “Love? That’s…that’s a serious word.”
He nodded slowly, staring at the sensual shape of your mouth. God, he wanted to kiss you. He wanted to show you just how much he loved you, to tell you he never stopped. Ever.
“And I’m very serious when it comes to you.” His tone revealed as much.
Your drinks arrived, and to his satisfaction, you didn’t turn away from him. “Prove it.”
And maybe it was the drinks that made you so bold. Or it was the way the handsome stranger looked at you. There was… a sadness in his eyes. A sadness and a devotion that you found both startling and intriguing.
He went to do just that. His lips brushed against yours when his friend called his name. A reminder.
“Maybe it’s time to go,” his friend—Chanyeol, you recalled—suggested.
“But we just got our drinks,” Baekhyun whined.
“At least finish those first. We have to go soon too. Work in the morning.” You laughed awkwardly under the weight of the tall man’s gaze.
“One more drink,” he said, but his attention was on the man beside you, who couldn’t seem to focus on anything other than you.
He was a bit more solemn than a moment ago. He didn’t reply, instead lifting his drink and clinking it against your own before chugging it empty.
“Jongin!” You gasped, disappointed that he finished it so quickly. Was he that eager to leave you?
He shivered before getting to his feet. Not even gracing you with a goodbye before he was heading to the door.
“We’ll take care of the bill,” Chanyeol said as he followed his friend.
No. There was no way you were going to let the man who just told you he was going to marry you walk away without even a goodbye.
“Wait!” You called after them, running past Chanyeol to grab Jongin’s sleeve.
He stopped walking immediately. The men shared a glance as Chanyeol walked past, but didn’t say anything.
Finally, he turned to you.
“Will I see you again?” You couldn’t help but ask. It was unlike you to chase after a man, but Jongin was different. You could tell.
He threw a look over his shoulder, at Chanyeol, and then grabbed your face, pulling you in to kiss you.
You had never felt something like this before. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close to you as he kissed you as if a man reunited with a lover after being torn away from them. Like he wanted you.
Like he loved you.
When he finally pulled away, with difficulty on both parts, there were tears in his eyes.
“I’ll see you soon,” was all he was able to get out before he stormed out the door.
You swore you saw him vanish into thin air before it closed.
Genre(s): Angst
Pairing: Kai x Reader
Word Count: 500
oh you've been endless about him. imagined him breaking your heart thousands of times, but never thought it would've happened.
his hands wrap tightly around your wrists, pressing them into the mattress as he slides up your prone body. your skin erupts in goosebumps where his hair grazes you, in the wake of his breath.
"look at me," he whispers.
you laugh and close your eyes, letting your head fall to the side.
heat blooms against your sternum. your eyes flick open and down. his lips have branded you there. he licks his lips and stares down at you.
"i'm sorry."
"shut up."
"i'll make you love me again."
"i never did."
he smiles sadly.
"liar."
his fingers move in patterns along your body, mapping all your conquered spaces. you can anticipate his moves, the pressure of his fingertips, the way they dig in around your hips and splay against your rib cage. you want to scream that this isn't right. it shouldn't be.
for all the reasons you weren't supposed to love him. for pretending this was something. for the husks of promises he left behind. because he said he'd make you love him again and not that he'd love you back.
yes, once upon a time, you mistook kim kai's black hole for safe orbit.
at last, his hand comes to rest against your chest, that last remaining ocean. he bends down to press his head into his upturned palm.
"forgive me." his voice is wet and whispery. "please, don't go, please please don't go." he clutches your hands and drags them to his lips, prays over them again again again until the words are light enough to sieve through your fingers. air with no substance. but they sink into you like a weight, the reminder heavy and insistent.
it hurts. you quake, and suddenly he is holding you while you cry, through the bucking, the anger. the loneliness that goes on and on.
you feel incandescent. he's crying as if he's hurt. but who did this? who?? you've never loved anyone so much. it's all his fault, so how can you ache for him like this when you're already in such pain? how can you bear it? wanting to stay with him, to break the glass-like distance between your two bodies knowing that the loneliness will persist, will lay with you in his arms, stay there like this, suffocating you even now as you touch.
when you pull away, the gulf between you is already so vast even though you are close enough to kiss him. you see it in his eyes. that he's already registered what's happening. "please..." he says one more time.
you slip away from him, slowly pulling on your clothes. you leave him there on the bed. he watches you leave, red-eyed and immobile. it feels as if the very room is holding its breath. like night encroaching on the sun, the door closes in on him until he is just a sliver, an eye, the corner of a mouth. a possibility.
you shut the door and lock yourself in.
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A/N: Inspired, of course, by Kai's Sinner. Thank you for reading! 🌹
thinkin about overstimulating lil subby kai, whimpers and pleads coming out of his mouth as you edge him once again. little does he know, once you let him cum hes not gonna stop, youre gonna milk him until he’s cumming dry and twitching all over the bed 💔
You were 8 when your mother walked hand in hand with a boy, physique way older than yours.
You were 9 when he came home with bruises on his face, blacks and blues decorated his skin but all you see was his eyes, full of rage and sadness.
You were 10 when you became inseparable, with you clinging to him everywhere he went.
You were 17 when he left, his absence emptied your soul.
You were 21 when you met the wanderer, the feeling was familiar yet foreign.
What would happen to you when faith chose to take its course?
a/n: hii it’s archie! the prompt in question is currently in the works and I’m super excited to finish this fic! it’s heavily inspired by Rover and the ‘wanderer concept’, if you can’t tell duh 🙄 🤷♀️ but anyways stay tuned for now bcs I’m still figuring out the flow of the story (i suck, sorry) BUT I SWEAR I’LL FINISH ߹ᯅ߹
A sigh came from you as you looked between Sehun and Chanyeol as they struggled to hold Jongin up in their arms. You could tell from his expression straight away that he had had far too much to drink, unable to stand on his own two feet, eyes lost in all sorts of directions.
You took a step back as the two boys tried to get Jongin through the front door, carrying him through and into your living room. With a thud, Jongin crashed down on the sofa with a groan, already feeling his head start to hurt.
“We told him to stop, but he didn’t listen,” Chanyeol told you as they both stepped back from where Jongin was. “For some reason he spent most of the night asking where you were and why you hadn’t shown up when you said that you’d be at the party.”
“We tried to tell him that you were busy,” Sehun added, “but try talking to him in this state and making sure that he listens.”
Your head nodded understandingly as you watched Jongin roll around on the sofa to get comfortable. You weren’t quite sure what you were going to do with him, knowing that it would only lead to one thing in the morning, and that was trouble.
“I’m home, does that mean Y/N’s here?” Jongin asked the two boys as he began to figure out where he was. Chanyeol nodded back at Jongin whilst Sehun looked across at you with a shrug of his shoulders.
A weak smile formed on his face, “I don’t think he’s going to be wanting us anymore, I think he’s all yours from now on.”
“What am I supposed to do?” You frowned back at them both, “there’s no way that I’m ever going to be able to get him up the stairs and into bed when he’s like this, it’s just impossible.”
“Leave him on the sofa,” Chanyeol joked as the boys started heading for the door, “it’s probably the least that he deserves after tonight.”
You smiled back at them both as they left your apartment before turning your attention to Jongin. As soon as you walked towards him, his eyes lit up, sitting himself up on the sofa as he realised who it was that was walking towards him.
“Hey good looking,” Jongin giggled, tapping the space that was bedside him on the sofa. “I missed you so much, parties are never the same without you.”
Before you even had the chance to sit, Jongin collapsed down and rested himself against your shoulder. His hand grabbed at your arm and moved it to drape across his shoulders, keeping a tight grip on him to make sure that you couldn’t possibly move your arm away from him too.
“None of the people at the party were as pretty as you, they didn’t even come close.”
A chuckle came from you as Jongin continued to mumble to himself, not really realising what it was that he was saying. You were very aware as to what he was saying though, stunned by how adoring he suddenly was towards you.
His voice continued to trail off before suddenly picking back up as he realised what it was that he was saying. The only moment when Jongin felt silent, was when at last he turned to face you, the smile on his face immediately turning up.
“Wow,” he whispered to himself as his hazy eyes studied you closely, “how did I get lucky enough to get to be with you Y/N?”
“I don’t know,” you laughed, unsure as to what to say in reply to Jongin, “but I hope that you remember asking this in the morning.”
“The morning?” He asked you, glancing across at the clock, “it already is the morning, silly, they cheered at the party for midnight.”
It was the last thing that Jongin told you that night as before you knew it, he was asleep on your shoulder, with no sign of seeming as if he was going to wake himself up anytime soon either.
Somehow you managed to do enough to make Jongin comfortable on the sofa, hoping that he would at least wake up without screaming about the hangover that he was experiencing with everything that you had left out for him.
You managed to sleep upstairs for a while, but with Jongin downstairs, you couldn’t rest for long, worrying too much about how he would be feeling, or if he would be sleeping.
You weren’t surprised when you headed downstairs early the following morning to see Jongin already awake. He was sat up on the sofa with his head in his hands, flinching even just at the sound of the stairs creaking as you made your way down them.
“I just want silence,” Jongin told you as you moved to sit on the arm of the sofa.
“That’s funny, because you were a right little chatterbox last night,” you informed him, watching Jongin’s eyes flicker across to look at you. “You had plenty to say about me, and how the other people at the party too.”
Jongin’s shoulders shrugged as he failed to recollect anything of what had happened the previous evening. “What did I say?” He asked, slightly anxious to know the answer, knowing exactly what he could be like.
“It’s a relief to know that you went to a party where all the girls were ugly.”
“I said that?” Jongin gasped, shaking his head at himself. “I mean they weren’t as beautiful as you, but none of them were ugly Y/N.”
The sound of your sniggers didn’t help Jongin, his face was a picture, a picture that you couldn’t wait to tease some more.
“You did mention too that you feel incredibly lucky to be able to date me too.”
“Is that the only thing that I said to you?”
“Absolutely not,” you laughed, “I think I could write a book with all of the compliments that you gave me last night.”
“I don’t remember even seeing you last night,” he admitted, letting go of a sigh.
“It’s lucky for you that I remember everything then,” you joked, sliding down the arm of the sofa so that you were sat beside Jongin. “Like how apparently you spent most of the party asking the boys for me.”
Jongin’s head tilted back shamefully, “that means that I’m never going to hear the end of that at work this week.”
“They were very disappointed to be second best to me.”
“They always are,” Jongin quickly reassured you.
Your head nodded back at Jongin as his tired eyes struggled to stay on you, not to mention the fight he had to put up against the throbbing pain in his head too.
Your hand came around him, just as it did last night, assuring him not to worry. “Did you take the tablets that I left down the side on the floor for you to take?” You asked him, only to see his head shake.
“I didn’t even notice there was anything,” he replied, peering over.
“I left water, tablets, and a fresh shirt for you to change into as I knew you’d wake up moaning about your head hurting.”
“See this, is why I compliment you so much,” Jongin told you.
“Why is it?” You asked in confusion, watching Jongin get the tablets.
His eyes widened as you innocently smiled across at him. “Because you always take care of me, and always make me feel so loved too.”
“Well, I know you’d do the same for me if I was in your position,” you responded, “your drunk self gave me plenty of laughs last night.”
