휴닝카이 ─── ୨୧ LOVESICK
“i-i’m serious…” he stutters unseriously, his body already close to giving in as his eyes flutter and his breathing starts to get heavy. just the ghost of your lips moving against his has him weak. maybe it’s the fever that’s clouding his mind, not able to control the rational part that’s telling him this won’t end well.
૮₍˃̵֊ ˂̵ ₎ა ──── ୨ৎ content: smut MDNI , wc: 2.5k+
fem!reader x hueningkai, sick hueningkai, handjob, begging, slight overstimulation, biting, lots of sniffling
“baby,”
you turn away from the bathroom, mirror, pausing on your makeup, to acknowledge the small voice that was behind you. you find hueningkai standing there, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders.
“i don’t think i’m going to go out tonight, i-is that okay?” he whispers, looking down at the floor as he speaks. his grip on the blanket tightens as he burrows himself deeper into it and hangs his head down.
“of course that’s okay. why wouldn’t it be,” you put down your lip gloss and walk up to kai who backs away as you get closer, making you falter in your steps and ask, “what’s wrong?”
“i think i’m a little sick,” he mumbles with a sniffle, finally looking up at you. his nose is red, his eyes are watery, and his face is flushed and sweaty. and now that he said something, his voice did have a nasally tone to it. “probably got it from work or something…”
you hum, slowly walking up to him again and raising your hand to press it against his forehead, he was burning. he doesn’t shy away and embraces the touch, sighing and closing his eyes as he presses his hot skin against your cold hand.
“is there anything i can do to help, want some tea?” you ask, dropping your hand to caress the side of his face and rubbing your thumb against his pink cheek. he timidly nods his head and smiles.
“’mkay, well you lie back down and i’ll make that for you.” you pat his face gently and press a small kiss to his forehead before sending him off. he hums before making his way to bed, coughing as he walks down the hall.
you remove the little makeup you had on your face before making the tea, deciding on staying home with kai instead of leaving him alone. once the hot drink is made, you walk into the bedroom and see kai sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard, legs crossed.
his head was tilted back and he turns to look at you when you walk in, perking up at the promise of something to soothe his sore throat. he takes the mug into his hands as you murmur a, “careful, hot.” before taking a sip with a moan.
“that’s good,” he breaths, taking another sip. you smile, plopping in front of him on the bed and running your fingers through his hair. “i still don’t know how i got sick, i think it might be a cold.”
“could be but it doesn’t matter,” you shrug, leaning in and kissing him on the cheek. thinking back, it should have been obvious that he wasn’t feeling well. he kept complaining that is was freezing, despite the ac being off and he slept the whole day away. how could you have missed it? “i’ll take care of you.”
“i appreciate it.” he smiles, but it quickly drops when you reach behind you and present the cough syrup that you also brought from the kitchen. kai’s least favorite thing to consume.
“wait-“ he says as you crack it open and pour some of the syrup into the cap, his eyes of pure disgust watching as you fill it to the top. “can’t i take medicine later, you know … much later?” he tries to negotiate.
“too late,” you quip and shove the cap at him. he takes it with a sideways glance when you give him a stern look, bringing it to his lips and pausing and shaking his head rapidly.
“but it tastes so bad,” he complains with a pout, his whiny and congested voice so adorable to you. he looks at you pleadingly, sniffling as he does which makes you laugh.
“but it’ll help,” you rebutted while nudging the cap and kai just huffs knowing that he won’t win this argument. “come on, for me~” you coo, sliding a hand up and down the skin of his thigh.
kai bristles before he plugs his nose, shakily bringing the liquid to his lips and downing it in one go. his eyes scrunch up in disgusts and he shivers when he gets a hint of the aftertaste. grape. he smacks his lips before hurriedly drinking some tea to wash down and replace the horrid flavor.
“good job,” you praise him, taking the empty cups and placing them on the beside. you don’t miss the way hueningkai blushes and drops his gaze down to his lap.
you take ahold of his chin and lift his head back up, hueningkai looks at you with big, watery eyes. you peer at his lips that were wet with tea and lean in to kiss him, just to get a taste.
“hey i-“ hueningkai starts, leaning back and flushing in embarrassment when you raise an eyebrow at him. “i don’t think you should kiss me right now.” he finishes, moving his head to release a tiny cough after, his body making a point.
there was a risk of you getting sick of course, but you already kissed him twice earlier, so what’s the harm in another? and you voice that to kai who sensibly says,
“it’s not the same, kissing on mouth means swapping saliva and that’s where all the actual germs are.” you sigh, knowing you can’t fight science and cross your arms in faux anger, turning your head away from him. hueningkai laughs while shaking your shoulder, “i just don’t want to get you sick.”
you shrug him off and turn back to look at a smiling kai. his pink face and plump lips, mussed hair and pretty eyes were pulling you in. he teases you further, “i can give you an air kiss?” bringing a hand to his pursed lips.
you climb into his lap and straddle him, leaning in close enough to where your lips brush when you whisper, “i don’t want an air kiss.”
“i-i’m serious…” he stutters unseriously, his body already close to giving in as his eyes flutter and his breathing starts to get heavy. just the ghost of your lips moving against his has him weak. maybe it’s the fever that’s clouding his mind, not able to control the rational part that’s telling him this won’t end well.
“just one, hm?” you bargain, wrapping your arms around his neck and locking your fingers behind him, his head automatically tilting back. his lips parting and his tongue peaks out to lick your bottom lip.
he nods, dumbly repeating your words as your lips touch. he softly moans, leaning forward and letting the blanket slip down his shoulders as he wraps his warm arms around your waist.
you could’ve gotten away with more, leaning in for another after taking a breath, before getting interrupted by kai sneezing. a contained sneeze that brings him out it and he leans back as far as he can while being trapped in your hold.
“you only said one,” he accuses and dodges any attempt you make to kiss him again. “why are you still trying to kiss me?” he laughs.
“come on, i don’t care if i get sick.” you frustratedly huff.
“well, i do.” he responds with a sniffle, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth and turning his head in defiance.
“we’re already this close though,” you murmur, pressing closer against his heated body and letting your breasts push against his chest. “i’m probably already sick.” hueningkai swallows, squeezing his eyes shut, his fingers drumming against your waist. he wants to resist the temptation, but he’s not exactly sure if he can. he just wants to protect you from his sickness, why were doing this to him?
you take the chance and lean in and kiss his neck, being sure to make it wet and slide your tongue up the length. he groans in response, a rush of heat spreading through him despite it being cold. you leave another one, closer to his ear where he’s pretty sensitive.
at the same time you take your hands that were around him and drag them down to massage his shoulders that were tense, caressing the achy muscles under his white t-shirt.
“mmph,” he quietly moans, his hands gripping your sides. “feels good…” he whispers, his bottom lip popping from between his teeth.
“yeah?” you coo into his ear, licking around it and moving your hands down to his chest. gently gliding your hands along his body as he trembles under your touch.
“yeah…” he repeats, something he does often when he’s slipping. his brain too fogged to form words himself, feeding off whatever you give say and regurgitating it back.
“let me make it feel even better,” you offer, running one of your hands down lower and lower, leaning back to reach the spot you wanted.
“h-how do you plan to… ngh-“ his voice trails off as you place your hand over his hard-on that hueningkai wasn’t even sure when he got. he leans his head back and shuts his eyes, his lips parted as he pants.
you unbutton the front of his pajama pants, and pull out his throbbing cock. you tease him, slapping the wet tip against his exposed tummy. “you’re so hard baby, already leaking too” swirling a finger around the wet tip.
“s-so hard, so hard for you…” he breathily moans with a sniffle, his eyebrows screwing together and hips twitching with each hit to his stomach. he gasps with a whimper when you start to stroke him, licking a strip on your hand before doing so.
one of his hands drop from your waist and fumbles to find your free one, taking it and squeezing them together. his fingers twitching against you on every upstroke, his moans getting progressively louder.
“mmph, b-baby…” he whines when you brush against the tip.
“yes,” you respond as you lean in close to him, he lowers his head, his sweaty strands brushing against your forehead.
“it feels so good,” he breaths against your mouth. peering his eyes open and looking at you, stars shining in his pupils. “please don’t stop.” he desperately pleads. you weren’t planning on it, but even if you were, how could you deny that?
he leans in to kiss you, eagerly sliding his mouth in place with yours and pushing his tongue into your mouth. moaning as they twirl around each other, a fresh stream of precum running down your hand while doing so. you take it and use it to rub just the tip of kai’s sensitive cock. just small circles around it and causing him to inhale sharply, breaking the kiss, and drop his head to your shoulder.
“pleasepleaseplease - not just the tip,” he begs, his hips wanting to jerk away but unable to as you were sat on his legs. his hand on your waist gripping onto you tightly. “s-sensitive, please…” he shakily whines, fresh tears springing to his eyes.
you decide to be easy on him, not wanting to push him too much since he was sick, despite how delicious his begging sounded. you stroke him normally and he heavily sighs, bringing his head from your shoulder.
“thank you, thank you,” he whimpers, licking his bottom lip and flickering his eyes to yours. “kiss me again, please?”
“so much kissing for being so worried about me getting sick,” you mock him, kissing him before he can respond. his argument gets lost as he melts into the kiss, his body going lax at the feeling of your lips on his.
he whimpers and mewls into the kiss, little praises directed at you between each one. “i love it, i love your lips, i love you…” and you appreciate them, but each one got louder to point he was shouting as you twist your hand on his cock and you had to shush him.
“so loud baby,” you admonish, biting on his bottom lip and he keens. his eyes rolling back as you speed up, choking on a moan. his hips kick up, wanting to thrust into your hand from where he sat. “i know, i’m sorry,” his hushed moans pour into your mouth.
“it’s just so good,” he brokenly moans, his voice cracking as he sniffles. you hum, and press kisses around his mouth, purposely avoiding his lips. moving down his neck and biting him rather hard.
he shouts, his hand trembles against your waist and his body tenses, “i-i think i’m gonna cum.”
“gonna cum all over my hand?” you murmur as you swirl your tongue around the bite, sucking on the skin and leaving behind a tiny mark, just one so he can remember this.
“yes please let me cum all over, please don’t stop-” he wantonly moans, he doesn’t care that you just told him he was being too loud. he couldn’t stop the constant sounds that slipped past his slick lips.
you briefly let go of his hand, skimming your hand to his shirt and lifting it up to his mouth. he takes it, slipping the clothe between his teeth with a muffled moan, his glistening eyes needily staring at you.
taking hold of his hand, you lean down and press a simple kiss to his perked nipples, barely grazing your tongue against it. hueningkai’s grip on your hand instantly tightens, his cock widely twitching in your hand as he stiffens.
you can’t perfectly make out what he says behind the shirt, but it sounds like a mixture of moans and “ohmygodohmygodohmygod-” as he cums over your hand. continuous strings of hot cum shoot out as hueningkai’s back arches into it, completely blissed out.
you stroke him through it, getting every last drop until he starts to convulse under you, dropping the wet, drool-stained shirt from his mouth to breath out, “no more please, s-sensitive…” that’s when you stop and he showers you in thank you’s.
“how do you feel,” you ask once his breathing is steady, squeezing his hand gently that was still holding yours tightly. he lets go and apologizes, opening his teary eyes.
“so much better,” he dopily says as his eyes start to slip back shut. “’m so sleepy now…” he whispers, resting his head on your shoulder with a content sigh.
you laugh, pushing him back and moving to wipe your hand and hand him the lukewarm tea for him to take sip. he gives it back and lays down, huddling back into his blanket.
he sniffles, rubbing his nose before saying, “if you get sick, you can’t blame me.” he shuts his eyes after saying that, blocking you out before you could get a word in and going to sleep.
you shake your head, combing your fingers through his hair as he rests, and ignore the way your throat starts to tickle when you lie down next to him.
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