𐙚 a/n - i dont rlly have anything to write here so enjoy!
𐙚 kamden
introduces you to his family immediately - honestly you were a little freaked when he said "oh yeah my parents and brother are gonna be there" you kinda just deadpanned at him and was like..... what! hes so family oriented he just wanted you to meet them asap! but honestly his parents were so nice and easygoing that you kinda forgot that it was even your first time meeting t_t he also just wants to get his family's opinion on you,, not that it'll sway how he feels but he just wants to know because he takes their opinions vv seriously! but no worries because they love you!
breeding - kinda goes with family oriented butttttt god he just wants a baby with you >_< thinks you would make the best mother around ! it turns him on soo much when he sees you acting all motherly with your nieces and nephews! even if you're not ready for kids nd you're on birth control he still loves the feeling of filling you up ughh thinks you look so pretty with his cum dripping out of u!
𐙚 brian
matching nails - oh as soon as he sees that you like to wear fake nails/get your nails done hes ALL over that! wants to be matching w you 24/7 doesnt care what type of nails you get,, he says you pick and i'll get a matching set! hello kitty? sure! skulls? hell yeah! flowers? even better! he just wants to be all cute w you 😓
size kink - brian is just so tall, seeing how small you are compared to him always gets him going! the way his hands envelop your waist and your titties god he just cant help himself from grabbing you everywhere! loves lining up his cock with the start of your cunt to see how deep he really goes >< like wdum hes all the way in your uterus 😓😓
𐙚 jiho
dance classes - dancing is so important to him! he'd sign you guys up for some beginner classes, nothing super difficult,, he just wants to share his love for the art with you! he'd absolutely love if you started getting really into it aswell ><
dollification - jiho loveeesss to see you all dumb for him >< he like craves it 😓 crying as his cock bullies your perfect cunt omd... loves watching how you go from sentient to absolutely cock dumb! and you just cant help it!! how good he feels everytime his tip grazes past your gspot its too much for you to handle ughhh
𐙚 siyun
matching pjs - since hes more on the shy side he doesnt really like to show off in front of the members.. but he loves your matching pajamas! cute button up pin stripped pink and blue ones to be exact! you got them for the two of you for your anniversary and hes so attatched to them ! hes the one that forces you to wear them when you guys have a night together ><
munch - thats it,, thats the tweet.. this man is so whipped for you my lord... he just wants to be as close to you as physically possible >< loves eating pussy !! breakfast lunch nd dinner he'll do it any time anywhere! loves the feeling of your thighs locked around his head as he makes you feel sooo good !
𐙚 kyrell
musical theatre duets - this is def self indulgent bcs im a theatre kid... but! he'd lovee to have a gf that can sing! fufilling the dream of him and his gf singing disney princess duets ughh its a non-negotiable for him! even if you're not super good/confident he'll still hype you up! just loves that you're even trying!!
bondage/handcuffs - oh he is so addicted to seeing you all tied up!! he definitely was an eagle scout when he was younger (just the vibes) he knows all the different knots and how to not make them too tight so they dont hurt you!! he thinks you look so pretty in the pink ribbons you two picked out ughhh
𐙚 mackiah
sense of humor - if you have the same sense of humor as him hes absolutely WHIPPED!! making him laugh is at the top of his list when it comes to his partner and you check every single box,, he physically cannot be with someone that doesnt get his sense of humor or doesnt make him laugh because thats such a big part of him is just being silly!
loves a thicker/chubbier girl! - idk this is self indulgent bcs mackiah is my man and i am thicker butttt,,, idkk i just see him wanting a big girl! he doesnt care about size and he just sees it as more to love! like whenever he sees you wearing a tight top that accentuates your curves (he loves titties) his jaw drops and his tongue rolls out like hes a cartoon character. yells out damn and then immediately has his hands all over you!
𐙚 seungmo
matching hair color - he would 100% be down to dye his hair any sorts of colors to match with you! even if it was just one strand or his whole head! any color on the rainbow! or even not on the rainbow! tbh he sees it as such a big commitment thing too like you're willing to dye and even bleach your hair just to match with him??? hes in love!
jewelry - loves having matching jewelry with you! whether its a necklace or a ring hes always thinking about you when he sees a matching set! buys you two so many matching pieces you cant even wear them all T_T
Co-written with 🌧️ because I can't write smut to save my life
Warnings: fem!reader, fingering, mdni!
Letting out a huff, Kyrell plops down onto the bed next to you. Both of you are completely spent and focusing on catching your breath from the toe curling orgasms you just experienced.
“You did so good for me, let me get you cleaned up” he says before placing a quick kiss to your forehead and heaving himself out of bed. All you can muster is a nod as you watch him gather clothes for the both of you. He disappears into the bathroom for a moment, and quickly reappears to scoop you up in his arms.
After effectively placing you down on the bathroom counter he starts to run a bath, humming a tune of his own while he works on getting the temperature just right. Once the tub is filled, Kyrell guides you into the water stepping in after you. He places himself behind you and rests his head against the cool tiled wall. You can’t help but lean back into him, a content sigh escaping you as your muscles relax in the warm water.
“You’re so good to me,” you say in a whisper. He wraps his arms around your waist and pecks the top of your head in response. The quiet peace doesn’t last for long though. Your boyfriend’s lithe hands start to move up and down your thighs, getting awfully close to your already spent core. You grab his wrist with a gasp when his fingers graze over your clit.
“Ky I can’t..” you trail off in a whimper. He shushes you, breath ghosting your ear.
“The sweet sounds and the faces you make when I make you cum drive me crazy. It’s all I can think about. Let me make you feel good, you can give me one more, pretty.” Your grip on his wrist loosens and a small moan slips from your lips. He trails open mouthed kisses down your neck and teasingly slips the first finger into you.
“Fuck, you’re still so tight” he groans out. He curls his finger which has you letting out a quiet gasp and laying your head back onto his shoulder. He pushes in another finger while his other hand trails up to flick at your nipple.
“God this pretty pussy is sucking me in, feels good pretty girl?” he questions. A strangled moan leaves your parted lips as you clench around his fingers. He lets out a small chuckle at the feeling, knowing how much his words are turning you on.
“You like when I talk to you like the slut you are?” he says before quickening his pace and pressing his thumb to your clit, his long fingers abusing your walls. His hot breath fans over your ear as his teeth reach out to nip at your lobe. He feels your gummy walls begin to flutter around him and your breaths come out quick and uneven. Your choked moans come out quicker and louder as each second ticks by of his brutal pace against your already sensitive core.
“So close, don’t stop Ky” you stutter out. Your nails dig into his thighs trying to keep yourself grounded. Your hips start to involuntarily grind into his hand, causing the water to splash around your pressed bodies.
“Good girl, make a mess on my fingers,” his pace never faltering. Your walls clamp down around his fingers with a loud moan as your release crashes into you like a tidal wave. He whispers praises into your ear as he helps you ride out your high. Once you catch your breath, he slips his fingers from your core moving to massage your thighs. You turn around in his hold, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his breathless lips.
Separating to lean your forehead against his, “Can I take care of you?” you ask. His cheeks flush and he avoids eye contact, a shy smile stretching across his face. You look down and notice his release painting his stomach and mixing with the now cold water around you both.
a/n: If you made it this far, thank you so much for reading! This idea came to me in a fever dream and I immediately texted 🌧️ about it and here we are, this is completely self indulgent btw I can't help myself. First real x reader fic posted! Any and all feedback is appreciated :) divider is from @uzmacchiato !!
a/n: umm… kyrell valentine choi… what the hell is this. warnings: ab riding duh, afab!reader, grinding, breast play, praising, pet names, cum play?), panties kink?). lmk if there’s more!!
bf!kyrell wearing that one necklace only, grabbing your hips and guiding you to grind on his abs
he would have that cute little smile on his face, pushing the sweaty hair back out of your face and telling you how good you’re being for him. “that’s right, baby, you look so pretty grinding down on me like that”. “that’s my good girl”
flexes his abs and adored to hear you whine. would like it if you supported yourself on his chest (oh if you “accidentally” rub against his nipples) but would also loves if you leaned over to him and grabbed onto his biceps, burying your nails in them. extra points if the angle allows him to suck on your tits
would 100% want you to wear one of those cute cotton panties to see how wet you can get them. after a while he flips you over so you’re laying on your back and then, it’s his turn to grind on you
wants to see in he can stain your panties with his precum (or if he slides his cock under the panties until he cums, like that one twitter video) 😵💫😵💫
Inspired by Stop This Song (Love Sick Melody) by Paramore
pairing: kyrell x makeup artist!reader
word count: 1,627 words
content warning: reader swears once, grumpy x sunshine, pure fluff
authors note: AHHHH wrote this in an hour and didn’t proofread lol sorry guys, I love kyrell so much he’s such a cutie! hope you guys enjoy this one!
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You've never exactly been a morning person. Unfortunately, your job requires you to be up at ungodly hours in the morning, your schedule unpredictable. While you do have the liberty to work for various agencies, there's one particular man who somehow always manages to book you.
And so you find yourself in a dressing room, standing in front of a brightly-lit vanity table with your arms crossed, waiting for Kyrell as you watch the chaos unfold around you. Stylists running past with their arms full of bundles of clothing, another idol looking for a missing in-ear monitor, managers screaming into their phones.
And in the middle of it all, you watch as Kyrell walks in, humming to himself as he plops down onto the makeup chair in front of you. Far too cheerful for someone awake at 2 AM.
“Good morning. You're frowning again,” he said lightly, watching you prepare products through the mirror.
“I'm working.”
“You can work and smile though.”
“I don't want to.”
Kyrell smiled brightly, turning around to watch you pour foundation onto a palette. “You should try. It wouldn't hurt anyone, y’know."
You uncapped a tube of primer with more force than necessary, leaning over him. “No. Tilt your head up.”
“Yes, ma'am.”
He obeyed immediately, a soft smile still on his face. That was your problem with Kyrell. He never seemed bothered by anything. Not their overwhelming schedules, not their exhausting rehearsals, not even when their manager accidentally forgot to order his coffee one early morning. He never seemed to be sad or tired, despite everything.
Meanwhile, you've been awake since 11 PM, had to take an hour to commute to work, and had already considered quitting your job five times since you've stepped into the dressing room.
“You look tired,” he said softly.
“You tell me that way too often, Kyrell.”
“Because it’s true.”
You dabbed concealer under his eyes. A thin layer, it’s not like he needed much to cover up, anyway. Sometimes you wonder how his skin looked so good when you know idols barely get two hours of sleep in a day. “Maybe I keep frowning because people keep talking to me.”
Kyrell laughed quietly, his eyes crinkling as he smiled. You hated how much you liked hearing it.
“Close your eyes.”
Your fingers lightly brushed his cheek as you tapped a champagne-colored shimmer onto his lids. Kyrell stayed still, probably because he’d learned early on that you’d threaten to poke him in the eye with a mascara wand if he moved too much.
“You know,” he said after a moment, “you’re gentler today.”
“I’m always gentle with my clients.”
“You poked my eye yesterday.”
“That was your fault for moving and talking too much.”
His lips twitched, threatening to break into another smile. “Wow, and here I thought we were bonding.”
“We're not.”
“Mhm. Sure.”
You ignored the sarcasm in his voice and continued on fixing his eyeliner. Kyrell watched you carefully now, watching you work on his makeup through the mirror like every little thing you did fascinated him. It was…unsettling. Usually, most idols would be on their phones or asleep while you worked on them.
“You keep staring,” you muttered as you carefully smudged his eyeliner with your finger.
“You're pretty.”
The pencil eyeliner nearly slips out of your hand as you freeze.
Kyrell's eyes flick up to you innocently. “What?”
“You can’t just say things like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because I'll ruin your eyeliner and I'll have to do it all over again.”
He laughed again, closing his eyes compliantly when you bring the eyeliner back up to his face.
By lunch break, you were one convenience away from a breakdown. Someone spilled foundation on your sleeve, a stylist tipped over a liquid blush you'd been using on Kyrell, and one of the managers kept asking you about a group's coffee order that was definitely not your responsibility to handle.
You escaped to the corridor outside the dressing room to eat your lunch in peace, hoping to get at least five minutes alone.
Unfortunately, you hear a familiar voice behind you as you sit down to eat.
“Found you.”
Kyrell sat down beside you before you could protest, holding two iced coffees. An iced americano, probably for you, and a caramel macchiato for him. After working for his group for months, you’ve learned that his taste in food is as sweet as himself.
You stared at the coffee he placed beside you. “I didn’t ask for this.”
“I know. That’s why it’s called being nice.”
Hm. Suspicious. Still, you took it. It would be a waste, anyway.
Kyrell beamed, a look you've seen often after successful performances.
“You’re really easy to please,” you said.
“You accepted my coffee. This is basically you accepting my marriage proposal. I've finally gotten through that ice-cold heart!”
You regret how your cheeks immediately flush, turning away to hide your embarrassment. A defensive scoff escapes your mouth as you glare at him.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“But you like it.”
“No.”
“But I'm a little cute, aren't I?”
“You’re delusional.”
Kyrell sighed wistfully. “You always say the sweetest things to me.”
Despite yourself, a tiny smile tugged at your mouth, threatening to break out into a full grin.
His eyes widened immediately. “There it is!”
You flattened your expression at once, turning away. “I didn’t do anything.”
“Nope. I saw it.” He pointed excitedly. “Tiny smile. Barely, but still there.”
“You’re annoying me.”
“And yet you smiled.”
You took a long sip of coffee to avoid answering, the bitter americano helping to jolt you awake.
Kyrell leaned his head against the wall, close enough that your shoulders brushed every few seconds. Neither of you moved away.
“I gotta make you a playlist,” he muttered suddenly.
“For what?”
“You don't listen to music while working. That's one of the reasons why I talk so much when you're doing my makeup.”
“You could play your own music if it's too quiet.”
“Oh, I don't think you'd like that.”
“I wouldn't. Who even listens to pop at two in the morning?”
“It's fun! Drowns out the sound of my manager screaming at the staff.”
You let out a soft giggle before you could stop yourself.
Kyrell’s eyes flickered to your lips, a grin appearing on his own face. “No longer Oscar the Grouch, huh? I see we’re making progress today.”
“You’re insane.”
“Yet you still like me.”
You opened your mouth to deny it automatically, yet nothing came out. Because the horrible thing was maybe, just maybe, you did like Kyrell.
Maybe it was because of the way he always bought you coffee whenever you worked on him, or how he was respectful enough to thank every staff member by name. Or how he somehow noticed when your hands hurt from holding brushes all day and silently opened bottled drinks for you afterward. Maybe it was because of that stupidly warm grin he’d always have on his face whenever he eagerly sat in the makeup chair.
As you watched him leave to prepare for yet another performance, you realize that your heart’s been pounding ever since his voice rang out from behind you. The breath you didn’t know you’ve been holding finally escapes you as you quietly mutter to yourself.
“Fuck, this is so unprofessional.”
Their last showcase ended a bit after midnight. You were packing palettes into your kit when he suddenly appeared beside you, still dressed in stage clothes, a tissue plastered across his sweaty forehead.
“Good work today,” he said.
You zipped your bag shut. “You too. Shouldn’t you be taking photos with the members?”
“I already did.”
“Okay.”
“I just wanted to see you.”
The room suddenly felt strangely warm. Or perhaps it was just your face.
Kyrell leaned against the table, watching you with that same unbearably fond expression, his eyes locked onto your face. “You know,” he said carefully, “I think I figured something out.”
“What?”
“You act grumpy when you’re embarrassed.”
“I’m leaving.” You slung your bag over your shoulder quickly, attempting to scramble out of the room. “Goodnight, Kyrell.”
He caught your wrist gently before you could escape. Your breath caught as you turned around to face him. After always working on him while he’s sitting down, you’ve never really realized how much he towers over you.
Kyrell’s smile softened immediately. “Can I ask you something?”
“Yes?”
“Would it be okay if I took you out sometime?”
Your brain stopped functioning for a few seconds as your cheeks reddened yet again. “You’re…asking me on a date?”
“Yes.”
“You?”
“Yes,” he repeated, laughing softly as his hand squeezed your wrist lightly. “I think I was direct enough, pretty.”
You stared up at him, trying very hard not to notice how handsome he looked under the dim dressing room lights.
“How long have you liked me?” you asked breathlessly.
“Since you threatened to make my eyeliner crazy long when I wouldn’t stop moving.”
“That was the first time we met, Kyrell. It’s been that long?”
“I’m committed.”
You shook your head slowly, but there was no hiding your smile now. Of course, Kyrell noticed instantly.
“There it is again,” he muttered triumphantly.
“Don’t ruin the moment.”
“Sorry.” He paused. “So…date soon? Please?”
You definitely should’ve made him work harder for it. Instead, you sighed softly and said, “Fine. I’m free next Thursday. Don’t make me regret this.”
Kyrell stepped closer, his grin so fond it made your chest ache as his hand on your wrist moved to your waist. “Trust me, I’ve been thinking about this for months. It’ll be perfect, I swear. I’ll see you soon, pretty.”
You watch as Kyrell walks back to his group, practically beaming with delight. And for once, you don’t regret taking this job.
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❪ 滑る ❫ fluff est. rs headcanons kyrell x f!reader 652 cw ノ a lot of this was written last year and it's a bit messy (i still can't really tell if i like this or not but posting it anyway, one unserious mention of netflix&chill, not proofread 〃 ♡ ⸝⸝⸝ kyrell is just so precious to me :( brian or kamden hcs coming next if i can write them! / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
Kyrell is such an acts of service king. Besides cooking for you, one of his favourite ways of showing it is being your personal chauffeur. Especially if you don't have a license of your own, he thinks of it as his personal duty to drive you. The idea of leaving you to have to take the bus or subway when he could be the one driving you? Horrible. You're supposed to be his passenger princess :(.
Even if you bring up the economical reasons why taking the bus or subway is better, he will not buy it. He'll try to not make it too obvious that the real reason he likes driving you is to spend a few extra minutes in your company, but to you, it's pretty obvious.
He likes to have his hand on your thigh or to be holding your hand while driving. Whenever he has to leave your hand to hold the wheel again, he'll reach out to grab it again as soon as possible. Also does the little protective arm out across your body during sharp turns or sudden breaks, but it's really out of habit. Of course, he lets you have the aux.
Speaking of music, he cherishes the little playlists that you've made together. You would absolutely have a whole folder of shared playlists that are the go-to's for hanging out. They have the goofiest covers that sum up you and Kyrell's shared sense of humour. But the contents of the playlists are really quite cute. Your music taste is very similar, and Kyrell gets excited about any new artist that you discover and want to share with him.
He loves cringy pickup lines or flirty comments that maybe aren't the most clever thing ever, more toeing the line of dad jokes, but they still make you crack a smile. That's the reaction Kyrell lives for. Especially when you're feeling down. His stupid sense of humour always gets you whether you like it or not, and your boyfriend will always use this to his advantage.
As for physical affection, Kyrell likes hugs where he can rest his head on top of yours. Since he's tall, it's the perfect height difference to be comfortable for both of you. He also just really likes the scent of your shampoo. Your perfume, as well. He gets fixated on the scents that remind him of you, even if it's just your favourite food.
One of his favourites is when you steal his hoodies (which he is secretly obsessed with you doing) and they still smell like you when he gets them back. When your perfume is still clinging to the garment even after he washes it—he dies for that.
One of his favourite types of date nights is just watching a movie together. It's low stakes and doesn't require a lot of effort, which is perfect after an exhausting day. He'll prepare all the snacks while you usually choose the movie. Of course, he'll slip in teasing jokes about Netflix and Chill, although you both know it's not gonna lead to anything. If when you fall asleep during the movie, he likes playing with your hair. Makes sure you're comfy in his lap and lets one of his hands thread mindlessly through your strands. It's relaxing for both of you and helps you sleep longer.
You have so many inside jokes together that it's almost impossible to even count them all. Most of them start from his habit of making stupid puns or cliche lines, or some ridiculous moment that happened early on that you've learned to laugh at later on. A lot of your favourite memories are created when you're both deliriously sleepy at 3AM. Everything seems funnier at that time of the night. Your relationship in general is full of giggles. Laughter is the thing you associate most with Kyrell.
- contents: body worship, reader obsessed with kyrell’s arms/hands, oral sex (f receiving), soft dom!kyrell, praise, teasing, gentle size kink
- a.n: obsessed w kyrell lately wc 720
he’s too much sometimes.
too tall. too broad. too solid under your hands.
and worst of all — he knows it.
“you’re staring again,” he says, voice low and amused as he leans back on your bed, one arm tucked behind his head. his shirt is off, jeans slung low on his hips, and you’re curled between his thighs like it’s your rightful place — because it is.
you blink up at him, bottom lip caught between your teeth. “am not.”
his bicep flexes — just slightly — when he stretches, and you swear your brain short-circuits.
“mm. sure you’re not.”
your fingers trail over the veins in his forearm, following them up to his elbow, then to the thick swell of his upper arm. he watches you — eyes soft, half-lidded — like he’s letting you look your fill. like he enjoys it.
“you’re… insane,” you murmur. “how are you built like this?”
kyrell huffs a quiet laugh. “good genes?”
“shut up,” you whisper, crawling up to kiss the curve where his shoulder meets his neck. “you know what this does to me.”
“yeah?” he murmurs, dragging his knuckles down your spine. “tell me what it does.”
your face heats. your lips press against his skin again, reverent and warm.
“makes me need you.”
he hums, low and rough. “you always do, baby.”
your hands roam — over his chest, down the dip of his stomach, then back to those perfect, thick arms. your fingers barely wrap around his biceps and your thighs press together just from the feel of them.
“i think i have a problem,” you whisper. “i can’t stop thinking about your arms. or your hands.”
kyrell smiles, slow and dangerous, the kind that makes your stomach flip.
“you like my hands, huh?”
he brings one up — palm calloused, fingers long — and brushes his thumb across your bottom lip.
you nod, lips parting.
“use them on me.”
he doesn’t ask where. doesn’t need to.
his hand dips beneath the hem of your shorts, cupping the heat between your thighs. he groans at what he finds — how soaked you already are.
“fuck. all this from a little flexing?”
you whimper, squirming closer. “stop teasing—”
“not teasing,” he says, dragging your underwear down slowly. “just appreciating.”
you’re panting by the time he has you bare and spread in his lap, legs shaking from the anticipation alone. and then — his hand’s on you again.
two thick fingers glide through your slick folds, teasing your clit in soft circles. his touch is steady, practiced — the kind of slow burn that has your head falling back with a breathless moan.
“pretty little thing,” he murmurs. “you always get this wet for me?”
you nod helplessly, grinding down on his hand.
he hums, pleased. “gonna fuck you open on my fingers. make you feel every inch.”
he keeps his gaze on you as he presses the first finger inside. your body clenches around him instantly, eyes wide.
“that already feel full?” he whispers, voice full of heat. “you’re so fucking tight.”
you whine when he adds a second — the stretch delicious, the pressure perfect. his other hand grips your thigh, grounding you as he pumps his fingers slow and deep.
“k-kyrell—fuck—”
he curls his fingers just right and your vision blurs.
“that’s it. let me make you come, just like this. let these hands do all the work.”
his palm rubs your clit with each stroke, your thighs trembling now, breath stuttering in your chest.
you can’t even speak. you’re unraveling too fast, melting around his fingers as he murmurs praises against your temple.
“so perfect,” he breathes. “so easy to ruin.”
your orgasm crashes over you like a wave — sharp and hot, your body jerking against his. he keeps his fingers deep as you ride it out, gasping, trembling in his lap.
he finally pulls them free, watching your cunt flutter around nothing.
“god,” he mutters, staring at the mess on his hand. “look what you did.”
he presses one of his slick fingers to your lips, and you moan as you suck it clean.
“not done,” you whisper, breathless. “need you.”
his eyes darken. “yeah?”
he leans in, lips brushing your ear.
“then let me show you what else these hands can do.”
