smmry ༯ after weeks of coincidences, you can’t help but start to feel insane! it doesn’t help that kai keeps looking at you like you’ve gone insane - maybe it’ll take a simple task for the truth to come out.
→ part two //smau, fluff, gn!reader
a/n: dedicated to my wawi once again (@aweinkai) and an apology for going m.i.a for a day >< again i am a spiderman larp rn so forgive me if i get the lore or concept extremely wrong idek. there are multiple written parts !!!
WHEN spiderman bursts into the abandoned warehouse that you were kidnapped to, you feel less thankful than what you expected to be. In fact, the entire time the bag was thrown over your head and you were thrown into the back of a van, you could only think about how Spiderman would probably be here soon.
You spot him when you tip your head back after the bag on your head was removed by one of the crooks. They tried to intimidate you, make you cry for the random video but they were quickly scared by the onslaught of growing sirens in the distance. All you wanted to do was calm yourself down - ease the tidal waves of anxiety splashing in your stomach but the red mask above you feels like a damning ripple in the quaint, settled sea.
Just metres above you is a dangling superhero that you’re honestly not overly surprised to see. The familiar red face greets you, but he taps a finger over where his mouth should be to indirectly tell you to be quiet.
He drops softly from the ceiling and shuffles to where your legs are taped to the legs of the old chair. You glance at the busy bodies around you, thankful they’re occupied by the growing noise of police sirens to see the eyesore of colour crouched by your legs. You try not to hiss as he tugs the tape from your legs.
You can’t help but really stare at spiderman because something just feels sickly familiar. The outline of his strong jaw and pointed nose makes a bell in the back of your head start to ring, dinging louder with every interaction you have — with every inch he gets closer.
“Hey! Wait, is that fucking Spiderman!?” A voice yells and breaks you from your trance. You whip your head up to witness the group of men scatter, drawing knives and small guns from their pockets as they storm over to where the crouched hero is. Within seconds your arms are ripped from their ductape bindings and a pained yelp escapes you as the cool air licks are your stinging skin. The masked hero mumbles a faint apology before he’s whisking you from your chair and propelling both of your bodies into the air.
A bullet whizzes past your head which causes you to grasp onto the hero without thinking. Only then do you realise how strong his grip is on your waist and how your legs automatically tangled around his thin, toned waist. There’s no time to really think about anything when the wind is whipping your hair around wildly and you’re clinging onto the suited hero that seems to follow your every thought now.
Your arms cling around his shoulders, eyes wide and full of bewilderment. This in no way matches the time you were gently plucked from the main street and placed in an alleyway - not with the way he uses a strong left arm to crush your waist against his torso as he flies across the skies by a webbed rope.
He webs between buildings without an inkling of doubt, twisting and curling around corners that seem deathly impossible. Your words are caught in your throat as you blatantly stare at the hero.
“You found me, again.” You mumble, eyes dissecting the fabric thin covering his face. He turns his head towards you just by a slight angle and it’s like you can read his face.
I know.
YOU decide against messaging Kai because you know he’ll end up telling you to leave the dirty clothes for him to wash. It feels a bit unfair, despite the fact you selfishly enjoy that he does the washing and drying that he is doing it 99% of the time.
It can’t be that hard right? The beaten line of dirtied washing machines is vaguely more terrifying than what you realise but you fairly remember Kai mentioning that the second machine on the far left seems to be in the best shape.
“Please don’t eat my clothes.” You whisper a plea to the machine as you rip the flimsy door open. The familiar waft of soft clean linen and faint synthetic floral greets your senses as your eyes land on a pile of slightly damp clothes. You wince as you look between your pile of unwashed clothes and the damp, soggy pile.
Maybe if you put it in a dryer the owner won’t realise?
With a quick scan of the room around you and deciding it’s criminally empty, you swiftly begin to pull out the pile of clothes. The clothes slop against the floor with a wet plop, slowly creating a slippery puddle next to your feet.
“Oh.” You mumble as a familiar band tshirt peers at you from the centre of the drum. Even in its dark, dampened state you recognise the flakey scrawled letters and faded imagery on the chest of the shirt. It’s the same shirt Kai wears when he’s just chilling in the house, when he’s being lugged to the gym by Taehyun, when he stays up late to finish university work — the same shirt he wears when you both stay up late eating ramen together while you rant about what woes you have both faced in the last few weeks.
It’s the same shirt he wore when you cried in front of him for the first time and Kai showed you that he is actually a friend and not just a roommate who tolerates your existence.
It then makes you feel bad when you realise you’ve plopped his clothes against the dirty, washing room ground.
The pile of socks that you grab next, you avoid throwing them on the ground. Though, a pile of red that you don’t recognise perks your interest.
You can’t remember Kai wearing such bright colours as the man’s closet mostly contained muted colours and the odd pop of white or grey. You remember the day you cackled when Yeonjun showed you a photo of Kai when he was seemingly 16, dressed head to toe in purple like it was a normal outfit choice. You’ll never forget the sight of purple skinny jeans and how you almost peed yourself as you airily breathed out , “Who the fuck sells purple skinny jeans!?”
Maybe he’s stemmed into colour again? You hum as you tug the peaking fabric out of the pile of dark clothes.
Summary: When your creepy ex boyfriend won’t stop stalking you, the only thing you can think of is to ask your best friend Huening Kai to help you get away from him by starting a fake relationship.
⤷ best friend! Huening Kai x fem! reader
files 🍬.✦ ݁˖ :
ch. 01 — only pretend
ch. 02 — unwanted encounter
ch. 03 — official
ch. 04 — drunk Kai activities
ch. 05 — dumb drunken decisions
ch. 06 — my place tonight
ch. 07 — expected explanation
ch. 08 — truth or dare
! Mini chapters :
M1 ~ sleepover
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Bkg who never drinks but gets drunk one night n all the guys are talking about sex and giving advice and denki asks bkg for his opinion and they all start dogging on him thinking he doesn’t know shit…
bakugou is only drinking because you’re on holiday right now with your girls. without you around, his whole routine has gone out of whack. no visiting you after work or picking you up from your writing class. no lounging on your sofa as he cooks you fancy pasta in your tiny kitchen with your roommate next door. he saves some for her also.
bakugou feels like a train run off the tracks, a zombie in his body, all the colours in his world have fallen flat.
so he’s taken to one of the most popular vices, alcohol with his buddies. his buddies aren’t helping. kaminari doesn’t know how to please this new girl he’s seeing and kirishima thinks he’s suitable to give advice. the third beer bakugou has downed makes them less annoying. just a smidge.
bakugou leans his head on the back of kirishima’s sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling. his beer fisted on his knee. you’re probably leaving the beach now, in that pretty striped bikini you snapped a photo of a few hours ago. you said you were going to sunbathe, eat snacks, listen to music and read your book. group solo time you said. he wishes he was with you now.
“and i know she’s going to leave me for it,” kaminari whines into his palms, “b-but i tell her that i can keep going but she says no she’s fine. i think she finds it awkward because i just came and she hasn’t.”
kirishima knocks his empty can on his coffee table. it’s surprising he’s even got one in his only basic necessities needed bachelor pad.
“you don’t finger her at the beginning? eat her out? girls love that.”
bakugou looks at his phone. no notifications from you. he huffs.
“why are you huffing and not helping me! i’m crying for help here!” kaminari moans, then burps right after. bakugou winces. “i do all the foreplay! she doesn’t come during that either!”
bakugou entertains him. he swings his head on the sofa to look at one of his longest friends. “the fuck are you doin’ if she’s not comin’ when you’re eatin’ her?”
even though kaminari asked him, he and kirishima turn to look at bakugou with these slow drunken blinks.
“hah? what?”
“what do you know about….” kaminari starts.
kirishima leans forward to his best friend, truly interested in his answer, “sexually pleasing women?”
“what are you two idiots on? obviously i know.” though bakugou flushes red at the topic.
sure he’s not the most experienced in womenkind but he is in one. he knows what you like.
“wait how—,” kirishima starts but kaminari cuts in with desperation neither men have seen before.
“kacchan how!” he cries, hands clasped together and shaking in bakugou’s face. “how do i make my lady orgasm?”
bakugou’s quick to push kaminari away, having him fly to the other side of the sofa but still, he looks to him for answers with eager eyes.
“get the hell off me!” bakugou says then remembers to check his phone. still no text from you. not even an update on the sunset on the beach? a selfie? damn. he shuts his device and looks to his friends. “the problem is you idiots callin’ it foreplay. touchin’ her is sex.”
“kacchan!” he urges.
“fuck! i usually eat her out and when she’s close, i add in my fingers. shit has her comin’ down my wrist on command.” bakugou blurts like the words were dragged out of his throat. then his blush deepens. he takes a swig of his beer.
kaminari’s mouth gapes open, “what the fuck? tell me HOW. in DETAIL!”
“who?” kirishima asks, tilting his chair to look at bakugou properly. “why didn’t you tell your brothers you had a girlfriend?”
“none of your fuckin’ business.”
“i bet you told deku!”
“fuck off about deku…,” then bakugou sighs. no notifications, “i met her through round face. she told him.”
“guys we’re going off topic. tell me how kacchan.” kaminari asks, about to crawl into bakugou’s lap.
bakugou shrugs. large motions all huffy and dramatic.
“it’s f-fuckin’ instinctual,” bakugou rubs his eyes. alcohol and thinking about your pussy around his friends. this wasn’t how he was expecting his evening to go. “i just suck and lick at her clit. i’m loud and messy with it… she likes that. stick my tongue in her, kiss her thighs. i dunno i just do everythin’. then when she’s about to come, she gets all grabby at my hair, pushin’ my head into her so i finger her. she explodes with these cute ass squeals.”
“shit, man,” from kirishima.
“damn kacchan… feel like i needa be making notes.” kaminari inches towards bakugou and bakugou grunts, spreading his legs to get comfortable. “but wait, before that, what happens? and what’s the technique when you give head? a—and your fingers—,”
it’s the alcohol that makes bakugou really consider his questions. thinking about you softens him, gets him warm and fuzzy inside.
“my woman told me that foreplay starts in the mornin’. she likes when i kiss her awake and sweet talk her. cute texts during the day. cookin’ for her and havin’ a plan for the evenin’ even if it’s watchin’ a movie. means when we start makin’ out on the sofa she’s climbin’ all over me, grindin and feelin’ for my dick.”
bakugou looks his friends up and down. “i don’t do all that to get my dick wet though. i do it ‘cause i like seein’ her happy.” then after frowning, “i do like eatin’ her pussy. i miss her.”
kirishima feels the urge to open hinge and messaging his matches. he wants whatever his best friend has.
“where is she?”
“on holiday with her friends.”
“why didn’t you go?”
“i said with her fuckin’ friends. i’m not her friend. why would i be there?” he snaps.
kirishima shrugs. “can we see a photo? what’s she look like?”
bakugou can do that. he goes into his photo gallery. he’s got so many photos of you to choose from.
“do you alternate between small licks and big licks? and your fingers, what’s the motion?”
bakugou rolls his lips in pondering, “big one at the start just to taste everythin’. then small licks on her clit. whatever gets her moanin’ loud.” he lazily flicks through selfies of you, “i curl my fingers inside her. brush against her insides.”
“and—,”
“this her.” bakugou thrusts his phone in his friends faces.
it’s a selfie you took yesterday on a boat in your striped bikini. the sun beams down on you beautifully, making you glow while the sea is bright blue behind you. you’re smiling, squinting slightly from the sun.
“don’t look too goddamn hard!” he barks once two heads duck closer to his phone.
“what’s her name? she’s gorgeous?”
“oh wow!”
bakugou doesn’t have a chance to answer when his phone is overcome from a phone call, showing your first name and last name.
“fuck, fuck, fuck,” bakugou whips up from his seat, “she hasn’t called all day. i’m goin’ into your bedroom. don’t wait up for me.”
bakugou storms into kaminari’s bedroom, answering the phone in haste, “baby, finally. i’ve been waitin’ for you to call… no, i’m not drunk…. just a lil.”
once the bedroom door clicks shut, kirishima sighs, “i’m gonna get back on hinge… actuslly maybe ochako has some friends for me?”
“shit! i didn’t ask what he cooks yn! or what does he mean by curl?”
Virgin bkg who’s so painfully stupid but acts so arrogant. And when it’s getting heated and you’re making out and want to see his dick… he gets all shy and embarrassed because he doesn’t know if it looks normal or as good as the other ones you’ve seen. When you ask what’s wrong he tells you it’s curved and you think it’s like BENT then he lets you see and it’s the prettiest most orgasm inducing upward curve you’ve ever seen on a dick.
bakugou katsuki knows why he is a virgin. it’s pretty simple really despite the fact he is surrounded by beautiful women often. socialites, the new buzzing influencers, actors and pro heroes like.
it’s because he’s obsessed with his job. always has been. since he was a child who was dreaming of becoming a hero, to his teenage years fighting wars to now in his early twenties, working towards becoming number one.
women and mostly importantly, getting his dick wet, has never been number one on his list of priorities. sure he’d go to film premiers for that hero franchise he loves, occasionally a gorgeous woman would talk to him.
but the thing about growing up uninterested in sex and the only women around him being his friends that share the same heroic goals… well bakugou has never been very good at flirting. which again, was mostly okay since he would just walk away when a woman was about to talk to him.
until he met you that is. the first woman to make him dream of more, that made him unable to get through a shower without tugging one out to the thought of you. that during patrols, he’d think about texting you. what are you up to? where are you? when the hell can he kiss you next?
anyone is experienced compared to bakugou. he’s kissed a girl once in his third year of ua. he’s made out with two in his early twenties.
but now at twenty six this is first time having a woman in his apartment, on his bed, on his lap. he feels like a rabid animal. unsure where to put his hands with the desperate need to touch everywhere so he leaves them on the globes of your ass, squeezing every few seconds when all the feelings inside of him gets intense.
he knows he’s flushed red. he knows his dick is hard and you can feel it through your leggings. but you’re so perfect, leading the moment, letting him react however the hell he wants.
bakugou releases a loud moan when you stick your tongue down his throat, breasts pressed against his chest like you want to live in his skin. he’s never felt a woman like this before, he feels as if the word virgin is in capital letters printed onto his forehead.
he hasn’t told you directly he is but he thinks you know.
“you’re so… fuck. this is so fucked up,” he breathes into your mouth and your fingers rake up into the hair on his nape.
your grin makes his heart skip a beat, falter slightly and he swears he gets winded.
you’re out of breath, chest heaving and your pussy is a centimetre away from sitting on his cock.
“why’s it fucked up? you okay?” you brush your nose against his softly, smoothing out his eyebrow with your thumb. “you look hot, do you want to take your top off?”
you’re being so sweet to him and he appreciates it, he does. but as soon as he knows what he’s doing he’s gonna treat you right. properly.
for now, he’s just worried he doesn’t have what it takes.
“oh, err, fuck. sorry, yeah i will,” he mumbles to you, yanking off his white tee from the neckline.
bakugou enjoys how your eyes glow, scanning his half naked body like it’s something you can eat. your hands immediately flatten against his chest. down his toned abdomen. up to his fat squishy pectorals. he’s never had someone touch him like this. he couldn’t be harder.
“you don’t have to apologise, you know. this is new for us both.”
“you’re not the fuckin’ virgin here.” he bites, “i’ve never even had a woman in my room.”
he can tell you like that idea. you inch closer to him on his lap, your hands are back on his shoulders. you brush your lips over his.
“i don’t know how. look at you.”
and you’re back to making out with him. slower this time. tasting all the flavour from his tongue.
you softly bite down on his bottom lip and like a ring of the doorbell, bakugou opens up to let you in. it’s wet peck after wet peck, tilting your head to taste more of him. he’s eager, too eager ducking closer to you, as to not waste any time with your lips off his. you can only think that if he kisses with this much passion, you’re dying to know how he’d fuck.
bakugou tightly grips your ass and without meaning to, he shoves you directly onto his cock.
you mewl like a cat, hips grinding down onto him like you can’t help it. “you feel so good, ‘tsuki.”
you feel good because of him. him.
your tongue sneaks into his mouth, twirls and brushes against his. he learns quickly, you’ll give him that. his tongue dances against yours, licking up everything you offer. you feel his body vibrate, his dick twitch. you begin sucking on his tongue and that’s when he releases a harsh grunt. you’re soaked.
“let me see it.” you palm his cock through his shorts, “let me see.”
bakugou opens his eyes, pulls away from your mouth for a moment.
“i… fuck.” he’s back to mumbling. then stupidly, he looks down at the lump in his fabric.
“you… you don’t have to?” you offer, unsure about his wide eyes, “we can keep kissing?”
“it’s just that… it’s just….,” bakugou looks up to the ceiling.
he’d love for you to touch him, do anything to him but nobodies seen his dick before. sure he’s seen some porn videos and he’s never seen a dick like his in them. he’s googled and nothing said there’s anything particularly wrong about his.
but what if you find it weird, what if it puts you off him completely?
“talk to me, baby,” you push, laying a kiss on his jaw. then making a line down his neck. “wanna make you feel good.”
he’d like that.
“listen. seriously.”
you pull off him at that, sitting up on his lap, your hands at his waist. he is stupidly gorgeous. puffy pink lips because of you. his long straight eyelashes. his beautiful cheekbones and that eyebrow slit.
“i’m listening. tell me anything.” you soften your tone, trying to get the horny out your eyes. your tits are basically spilling out your vest top and you don’t miss bakugou’s pupils darting to from them every few seconds.
“i think…. i…”
you don’t speak.
katsuki takes a deep breath. he almost shouts without meaning to. “nobody has seen my dick before but me. right?”
you nod with a frown, unsure where this is going. “okay. nothing’s wrong with that.”
bakugou winces. he isn’t built for this. he’s always been attractive physically. his body works better than the average. can run at speed, stealthy, built for hero work. his quirk is best of the best and is only getting stronger by the day. but using it for sex? that’s something he’s got no clue about.
“it might not be normal lookin’? like it works fine, i’ve never had any problems with it? but it might be odd for you.”
you’re immediately imagining the worst. it’s not small. you felt it a second ago between your legs. heck, you’ve seen it when he walks around in those stupid grey joggers. oddly coloured, oddly shaped? is it too big?
“what’s wrong?” you tilt your head.
his whole face is flushed. a beautiful pink to the apples of his cheeks. you would kiss them if he wasn’t so serious right now.
he closes his eyes, leans his head back on his headboard. his hands stay on your thighs. you tap his chest.
“c’mon tell me.”
he exhales sharply.
“my dick is fuckin’ curved. to the left. i don’t know why.” he blurts, embarrassment written all over him, “it’s always been like that.”
for him to be this stressed about it, it must be abnormal. is it like a hook? you’ve seen one like that on one of those medical reality shows. would it be able to go inside if you? you so badly want him inside of you.
you shrug. you can’t imagine anything about this man being less than perfect. “it can’t be that bad, baby.”
you rub his chest soothingly but his face doesn’t soothe you one bit.
“i’m fuckin’ sorry. i brought you here and we’re goin’ so well and—,”
“let me see. let me see your dick, c’mon,” you smile softly.
you sink your hand to touch his crotch again.
“you sure? i don’t want you to be put off me like i’m a freak—,”
“katsuki. come on.”
it’s in slow motion. your mouth immediately start salivating, his hands grip the elastic waistband of his shorts. he pulls them down in one go with his underwear.
“oh katsuki. baby…. honey.”
this man has nothing to worry about. bakugou katsuki has on him, a cock that can rival your favourite dildos. it curves to the left, a smooth pleasing curve that you already know will hit your softest spots. you swallow your spit, your hands inching up his thighs. it’s darker at the base, twitching under your attention with two round balls (one a little larger than the other) at the bottom.
he is hefty. heavy. thick like a tree trunk with veins darting up the sides. you imagine the weight of it in your mouth. the deep pinkish purplish head on your tongue. most of all, you imagine it curved inside, pushing a sweet orgasm out of you.
of course, this big idiot didn’t know what he had on him. part of you wants to lie, never let him know how good he has it so he doesn’t go around sharing his goods. but you need to, it’s written all over your face.
“you must be joking, katsuki,” you hum, delighted. you run your finger down his shaft.
his hips jolt, eyes lazing slightly from your attention. he’s so hard it’s getting painful.
“what? what? spit it out.”
“you need to fuck me. doesn’t have to be now but someday. you have to.” you whine, “you don’t get it at all.”
“what? it’s not a problem? this okay with you?” he stutters, unable to keep a steady head as you sink down the bed to rest your chest on his legs. now you’ve got your face right in front of his dick, as if you’re measuring the curve by degrees.
you want to lick him.
“you’ve got a pornstar dick. a dick they base dildos off of,” you breathe. the look in your eye is wild, untamed. “you’d feel amazing. even if you don’t know how to use it. you need let me bounce on it.”
bakugou blinks down at you. he doesn’t quite believe what he’s hearing, fuck, he doesn’t know what to do about you. not one bit did he think you’d even have this reaction.
“w-what… i know how to use my own dick.” is all he can manage but you shake your head.
you flick your eyes up to him, “we’re gonna learn together, okay? can i… can i…” you flatten your tongue against his shaft and give him one lick up.
bakugou’s sure he’s about to come any second now.
“y-yes but be fuckin’ careful. i don’t wanna nut on your face.”
DROP DOM!HUENINGKAI WITH A BREEDINGKINK AND MY LIFE IS YOUUUURS!!!!!
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𝜗𝜚 ㅤ― [ minors do not interact! ] huening kai x fem!reader . sub x sub , messy sex , unprotected sex , breeding kink , creampies , begging , the word mommy is used , missionary , condom breaks , kind of dubcon-ny if you squint (but not really) , desperate kai
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you can feel the condom snap inside of you, the fat mushroom head of kai's cock poking out through the flimsy latex as he thrusts deeply against your cervix-- if kai notices himself, it doesn't stop him from continuing to fuck into your warm wet cunt vigorously, his big wide hands squeezing your breasts as they bounce with his thrusts.
"hyuka, you gotta pull out!" you yelp, digging your nails into his thick bicep, "the condom broke, you can't cum inside, please pull out--!"
"i c-can't," kai sobs, furiously shaking his head, “feels t-too good—!”
you can tell by the way his hips stutter and shake that he’s close, fat cock filling you up so good your mind is nearly blank; despite the way you squirmed and pushed at him, you didn’t really want him to pull out… a deep, primal part of you craved to feel his thick hot cum flooding your womb and marking you as his.
“‘m gonna make you a mommy,” kai mumbles into your hair, his big body smothering you completely, rendering you powerless to the way he ruts inside of you. “baby, can i? please, i need it so bad, let me get you pregnant…”
“hyuka—!“
his hands leave your jiggling tits, grabbing ahold of your thighs to fold you almost entirely in half— the new angle nearly makes you scream, your arms wrapping tight around kai’s broad shoulders to bury your face in his neck. “please, princess, i’m so close, fuck— please let me cum inside!”
your nod is microscopic, but kai picks up on it immediately, nearly howling with delight as his hips come crashing down on you. his climax is explosive, triggering your own as his heavy twitching balls dump his load right against your cervix, so deep it feels like he’s filling up your empty aching womb. he cums so much it leaks out everywhere, your mixed releases dripping down your pussy lips and his balls to collect in a sticky pool on the bedsheets. his cum feels so warm and thick in your belly, leaving you oddly satisfied… you wrap your legs tight around hyuka’s waist, trapping him against you with his cock slowly softening against your pulsating gummy walls.
“you’re gonna be such a pretty mommy… can we do it again?”
omg im nervous i never done this before😣 but can you write bakugo drabble of him coning back to huge big penthouse later than he said he was gonna be cause patrol went long and he finds his gf touching herself and he walks in PISSED bc thats his job and he refuses to let her touch him cause she was naughty THANKS
⋮ buzzin’ .ᐟ katsuki bakugo
╰ 18+ MDNI. fem! reader, established relationship, VIBRATOR USAGE, voyeurism, kissing, mutual masturbation, thigh riding, umm… katsuki using your vibratior on himself .ᐟ (wc: 2.1k)
you were feeling increasingly irritated as the hours went on, poor puffy pussy lips growing extremely wet and neglected, you couldn’t hold out much longer, confidently making your way into katsuki's silkened bed sheets with legs spread wide, fingertips dipping into the waistband of your panties.
the sun had already set below the horizon, the pale moonlight shining its pretty iridescent hues through the floor length windows, the subtle darkness allowing yourself to fully let loose, not a care in the world passing you by.
sighing, you began to rub the softest little circles into your pulsating clit, feeling yourself hurriedly beginning to relax the rest of the way downwards on the mattress, head thumping the feathery pillow and knees hitting either side of the bed.
your already soaked cunt became uncontrollably sticky, the kind of want and desire katsuki would be lappin’ up with his pink tongue—if he was here of course. with shaky breaths you swipe into it, two delicate fingers slotting down towards your achy hole, the wetness seeping from your canal like a river of golden nectar.
but it wasn’t enough, tossing your head to side and pulling your soaked fingers out of your underwear, you reached over to the side of the bed, pulling out the tiny purple vibrator katuski hid away for you to be used during the desperate times like these; aka when you really needed to cum and he was nowhere to be found.
ridiculous.
you knew it was greedy. acting as if you were unable to wait just another hour for him to be home, but desperation decided to take over your rationale, slippery fingertips fumbling with the indented button on the side to toy with the fancy settings.
pressing it once caused it to lightly buzz, assuming it was the perfect speed to tease your clit with, pushing it two more times, the buzzing continued, only leveling up the intensity of said movements, the third setting surely too much to handle tonight.
clicking to the forth, fifth, and sixth setting, the bullet completely changed up its previous vibrations, different courses of uneven patterns stuttering and pulsating so intensely it shook your wrist. widening your gaze, you felt unsure of where to even begin with the toy.
you settled on the second setting, not too soft yet strong enough to make you squirm, it was just what you needed to relieve the ache katsuki couldn’t help with. tearing your panties down your legs, you swiftly got to work, adjusting yourself wide open for your new found friend of the evening.
a gasp released from your lips once you pressed it up against your cunt, the circular tip smushing perfectly on top of your slippery clit, giving you just enough stimuli to feel complete.
it was heaven sent. finally having something to pass the time alone, the dull ache between your legs starting to subside as it massaged your gushy folds expertly, little jolts of pleasure sending jitters down your thighs. you slammed your eyes shut, shaky gasps unraveling into roaring moans, not care about anything else other than the toy buzzin’ between your thighs.
getting lost in the feeling, you were unaware katsuki came home and was currently staring at you in the doorframe. for once, he was unable to find the right words to say, cluelessly leaning against the etched mahogany with his hands crossed over his waist, mind at a crossroads with exactly what to do with you.
you looked so pretty like this, the small cast of light shining just below your navel, fingertips gripping the vibrator as if you needed it to stay alive, squelching cunt rivaling the dull buzzes the toy sings into the night.
vibrant garnet eyes watch you play with yourself for what feels like hours, only choosing to finally speak up when he notices you getting closer to your climax, his voice cutting through the tangled sounds directly in front of him.
“gettin’ started without me?”
you practically fall off the bed when you hear his gravelly voice, stumbling over words of uncertain apologies, quickly pulling the toy away from your clit. it vibrates in your hand, sounding hallow as it sits in a flat fist pressed into the mattress. leaning up on your elbows to face the man who caught you playing with your pussy, your voice begins to shake, “k-katsuki! i—”
“—i what?” he’s questioning, legs dipping into the edge of the mattress, tongue clicking to the roof of his mouth when you don’t respond, “now that you know i’ve been standin’ here for ten minutes you wanna get fuckin’ shy?”
“it was not ten minutes!” you gasp in horror at the fact was watching you for so long, the weight of him getting closer causing your heart to rapidly pound in uneven repetitions, blood pooling in your eardrums.
“it’s been long enough for me to notice you gettin’ off by yourself, thought you were going to wait up f’me.”
“i was—i am!” you feel bad now, laying in his bed, soaking his expensive sheets, you should’ve just waited. quickly recovering, you clear your throat, laying back down and sighing, “i’m sorry kats, but ‘s not my fault you took so long getting home.”
“got home as fast as i could,” he pushes back, toying with the uncomfortably tight waistband of his pants, voice continuing, “now, are you gonna let me watch you play with your pussy, or do you want me to do it?”
.
when you reluctantly handed over the purple toy, you never expected for katsuki to use it like this.
running the little bullet up and down his thick cock with legs spread wide on his side of the bed to give you the perfect view of the toy caressing his cock. the royal purple’s a stark difference to the milky shade of his veiny shaft, thick fingers tapping away at the ‘on’ button, the fluttering noises rapidly changing.
“shit, didn’t realize how many fuckin’ settings this thing had,” he’s cursing, a pearly bead of pre drippin’ out of his heated slit, the clear mixture drifting to towards the buzzing toy.
your confident boyfriend settles on the third setting, the vibrations just as loud as the growl roaring from his throat once he slides it up to his head, “fuckkkk…” he’s cursing, body tensing at the new found feeling of the vibrator caressing him with strange sensation he’s never felt until now.
you’re glad he turned on the lamp, watching in awe at his face twisting up in pleasure, eyebrows pinched, eyes slammed shut. “how’s it feel katsuki?” you’re questioning, tastebuds slick with jealousy at how sexy he looks like this, the toy looking so minuscule against his girthy cock.
“feels pretty fuckin’ weird, he grits through his teeth, starting to get used to the sensitivity, swirling the bullet around his tip, hips bucking off the bed at the harsh setting, “s-shittt! i can get why you were usin’ it without me baby.”
“jus’ missed you tsuki, you know i’m sorry, don’t you?” purring, you claw at his bare chest, nails raking down the plush flesh of his pecs, translucent chest hairs tickling your fingertips.
he opens his eyes to look at you, pupils blown wide with lust, “you know i woulda fucked you all night if you just waited on me.”
“you still can katsuki!” you whine, cunt clenching around nothing when he’s gripping the bottom of his base, knuckles blanching as he squeezes it tightly.
“fuck—lay back ‘n spread yourself f’me baby, wanna see all of you.” blond hair nods in the direction of the sheets you messed up, eager to watch your slick cunt again; this time with a light on.
nervousness creeps up the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine, “it’s still d-dark in here ‘tsuki—”
“—don’t care how dark-shittt!” he interrupts, fist beginning to pump at his cock. he lets the toy do the rest of the work vibrating down the head, pretty rose hued tip beginning to bloom a painful shade of maroon, “little fuckin’ piece of plastic feels so damn good baby.”
you watch with an opened mouth, shoulders dipping backwards to the sheets. you spread your legs eagerly for katsuki to gawk at your slit, your pussy lips squelching at the new position, sticky sap practically doubling in size since you started watching katsuki play with himself in front of you.
you swipe your fingers through it, spreading them wide enough to open your glistening insides, biting your lip when katsuki moans, his cock uncontrollably jerking upwards in excitement, “hmmmm? but i feel better, don’t i?”
“fuck yeah you do,” katsuki shakes his head, unable to focus on anything but the mess growing in front of him. suddenly he’s ripping his fist off his cock and grabbing your slick covered hand, pulling you in his direction the best he can, “c’mere ’n give me a kiss.”
stumbling forward, you grab his hand for balance, shakily crawling towards him. he leads you to sit on his bare thigh, cunt dripping on the tensed muscle beneath it, your body so close your knee knocks into his hard vibrating cock.
“s-shit! get closer baby,” he’s groaning, abs tensing at the pleasure overcoming him. the toy feels good, too good. way better than any time he’s ever fisted his cock alone and almost as perfect as your tight lil’ pussy.
almost.
you lean into his pursed lips, pressing a messy kiss into them. instantly katsuki sticks his tongue out, swiping it over your bottom lip to coat you in his spit, and when you gasp in pleasure, he’s biting it between his teeth with just enough pressure to make you melt.
you’re fully humping him now, squelches and vibrations soaring through the bleak bedroom, both of you fully focused on making yourselves feel good, fucking yourselves silly with hopes to fall apart together like you always do.
you’ve been attempting to cum for far too long, the teasing of your achy clit allowing the bundle of nerves to fester into intense sensitivity, each roll of your hips heating up deep inside your core.
he brings the vibrator down his shaft again, this time swapping the hand on his base to squeeze at his tip. the vibrator drifts towards his balls, tracing the thick vein that travels at the very bottom of his shaft.
katsuki wants to grab at you so damn bad it’s killing him. face flushing maroon, he listens to the little exasperated breaths you’re pressin’ past his lips. “love you baby,” katsuki mumbles into your mouth, sucking on your tongue. he can taste the leftover toothpaste from your night routine, smiling when you moan around his mouth. “you close? can fuckin’ f-feel it. you’re soakin’ me like crazy.”
“mhm—please kats!” you whine, gripping the prickly locs of hair at the nape of his neck, the vibrations of the toy rubbing your leg each time you feverishly rock against him.
he desperately wants to see you cum first. the sinful look on your face as you fall apart always sending him right over the edge, he knows you’re getting closer by the way your words quiet down and your breathing gets heavier.
“come on, you got it,” he’s grunting, clicking the button for the next option of vibrations, settling on the one where it stutters on and off, hips jerking at the uneven feeling, “shit! cum with me baby—fuck, fuck, fuckkk.”suddenly, katsuki can’t hold back anymore, the change in pace instantly forcing his cock to erupt all over the two of you.
it coats you in waves, the warm creamy liquid making a mess on his washboard abs, the droplets cascading the side of your body. you can feel it spilling all over you, leaking from your waist down to your thigh, syrupy liquid wrecking the sheets.
“katsuki! oh my god!” you’re mewling, clammy hands gripping him into place to rub your clit just right. his words are like your very own magic button themselves, body trembling as your high tears through your body, hips halting to allow your release to roll through you, core tingling, eyes prickling with stars.
not bothering to turn the toy off, katsuki lazily throws it to the side, two hands pulling you completely on top of him in a straddle, sticky palms running up the expanse of your back. “got ya real fuckin’ messy, didn’t i?”
“mhm,” breathing out, you lazily fall into his neck, placing a kiss to the soft skin between his shoulder, “that’s okay though, i love seeing you all needy like that.”
“huh? y’call that needy?” tossing you on your back, he hovers over your body, lips curling into a smirk, “the only one needy was you fuckin’ that toy instead of waiting on me to do it myself.”
your jaw drops. then closes. then opens again.
“c’mon, y’know im jus’ teasing you,” katsuki shakes his head, placing a kiss to the middle of your breasts, blond hair lowering between your thighs, “lemme clean ya up.”
a/n: divider creds @/fairytopea! mommy got carried away whoops because like… idk i think katsuki would lowkey only get off if ur getting off he’s mean but not mean to his needy baby hehe
you told katsuki you were a virgin much before your relationship started, and thankfully katsuki was actually pretty nervous about that shit anyways, mostly cause he was a little bitch deep down but also because he was terrified of hurting or scaring you off. sooo, you had time to get comfortable around him before you had to start worrying about sex. it didn’t worry katsuki either, not at the start of your relationship atleast. but when the time started to get around three months of dating, he was losing control. the more inlove and consumed he became .. the more harder trying to control the urges he promised he buried down became.
it became so bad nearly everything you did made him hard. you had this natural purity about you, the idea of corrupting and taking your virginity .. being the first to bury himself inside of you. it fucking ruined him.
the kitchen glowed with a soft warmth, sunlight spilling through the windows while the stove filled the room with gentle heat. beside you, katsuki moved around the counter with rolled sleeves and flour-dusted hands, making the whole space feel warmer than it had any right to.
you wanted to help him make dinner, obviously your help consisted of you standing there watching him stir the sauce. “yknow your a great help.” he muttered dryly, sarcasm coating his words as his eyes flicked to you. “you literally won’t even let me help.” his response was an eye roll but the corner of his lips quirked into a smile. mindlessly, he dipped two of his thick fingers into the sauce the consistency thick against his digits. “oo— i wanna try!” you stated, he stood back expecting you to do anything other then grab his hand and wrap your mouth around his fingers, your tongue flattened beneath his fingers gently sucking on the seasoning.
you’d think for katsuki he’d have some cocky reaction, but he just froze. unable to process the blooming feeling in his stomach. he didn’t feel like he was in control of the situation, blush coated his cheeks much more obvious then he’d like to admit, internally he swore he could feel all the blood rush to his cock as the hardening length strained against the fabric of his boxers.
his eyebrows were slightly pulled inwards as a little sound left his throat but the second your eyes met the weakened red ones looking at you, his composure pulled back. you had to manually pull his fingers from your mouth with your hand
watching in real time as his head almost dropped. “i-i uh gotta go to the bathroom. jus- stay here.” he muttered all the usual dry strain in his voice had melted down into a clearer sorta more aware vocality.
you hummed as he walked off, slowly smiling to yourself because it was just so easy to get to katsuki and you knew the second you let him on you he’d be fucking you senseless, you’ve always wondered how long can katsuki bakugo really hold out for?
don’t kill me cause it isn’t jaw droppingly freaky
bakugou finds a list you made before you dated him
“one. big cock and knows how to use it. two and it’s in all caps. EATER.”
you rest on your forearms on your sofa, looking across the living room to your boyfriend who has appeared from your bedroom. he’s reading a crumpled sheet of paper from god knows where with a massive grin on his face.
“did you get the fan from my room? katsuki, it’s hot!” you whine petulantly. you've got your thin shorts and bralette on, trying to fight the heatwave that has taken over your city.
the heat has beat you down, left you stranded in your living room with three ice lolly packets in your path and skin sticky. you can feel the sweat trickle down your spine, you can see it gathered on katsuki’s exposed forehead, yet he still stands there reading.
“hold on, i’m lovin’ this,” he says, gold tooth shining as his mouth stretches wider, “three. rich and generous with it. is that right? you with me for my cock and money?”
you blink at him a few times, trying not to get distracted by his shirtless bare chest or the black headband he’s got on to push his unruly blonde locks back. he’s handsome, deliciously so. still, you think back to why everything he’s saying is so familiar.
“four. handsome. deliciously so. body and face. rare,” bakugou laughs, boyish and booming, “thanks, babe.”
you feel uncomfortable, perspiration dribbling between your breasts, limbs heavy with exhaustion.
“what is that? what are you reading?”
still bakugou ignores you and continues reading from the paper, “five. successful and ambitious. six. good friend even though he pretends he’s not. protective!! seven. so gentlemanly, holding open doors, paying for dates, very clear on why he likes me.” ruby pupils flicker over to you, “that last one is bare minimum.”
then it clicks, about seven points too late. your head snaps over to him robotically, eyes about to fall out of your head. “where the hell did you find that! stop reading it! stop katsuki!”
you hop up from your seat on your sofa, speed like no other taking over you as you run across the room to grab at the paper in bakugou’s hands. his laugh only booms louder, holding the flimsy sheet in the air over your head as you jump like a child.
“seriously, don’t read anymore!” you shout, trying to hoist yourself up his larger body, using his arms and shoulder as a climbing frame.
nothing about bakugou budges, he just continues reading with the paper in the air.
“it’s getting good, baby!” he laughs, ignoring your jumps and furrowed brows, “eight. listens to me. really listens. makes me feel heard and remembers what i say.”
he looks down at you, whose fingertips are slapping the bottom of the paper. you recognise it all too clearly now. the pink ruled lines, the edges ripped out from one of your old notebooks. your handwriting. “that’s cute. i still listen to you, don’t i?”
“you’re not now! give it back!”
“i’m almost done, two more,” bakugou says, hooking his arm behind your back to keep you locked close to him. you’re both sweaty and sticky. you’ve got no choice but to listen, “nine. cooks. such a good cook! you added five exclamation marks there. ten. fulfils some of my love languages. some?”
“now stop.” you urge. he can’t turn the paper around. he can’t.
bakugou pecks your forehead, his cheeks blushed with all the compliments. he continues skimming the list, rereading it.
“so this is why you chose to date me, huh?” he looks down at you, pouts his lips, “c'mon gimme a kiss.”
if you just grab it out his hands, he won’t see the other side. with pros always comes—
he stops pouting at you.
“give me the paper. i wrote this all a few years ago!”
“if these are the pros, where’s the cons? you must have done a cons list.”
you shake your head, side to side. he holds the paper away from you. the opposite side, the list of all your cons, written back at you. you loop out of his arm, trying to reach for it.
he notices you staring, eyes fixated and that’s when he flips the paper around. CONS in big red capital lettering.
“this is private! you weren’t meant to see this, you shouldn’t be snooping in my room!” you squeak but bakugou’s already half down the page, pupils running across every line like he’s in a race.
“one. WILL choose his job over me—,”
“well obviously, your job is to save the world!”
“two. odd relationship with his mother? but apparently it’s better than before.”
“it’s so much better now!”
bakugou’s eyebrows drop now, voice getting lower as he continues, “three. argumentative. argues with EVERYONE. his agency workers, the media and his friends.”
“i understand why you argue with them all now! it makes sense!”
“three. his job is terrifying.”
bakugou looks over to you, solemn narrowed eyes and you don’t have a positive word to say about that.
“it is, sometimes i don’t know if you’ll come home.”
“four. he doesn’t do much else besides work. all his friends are from work.” bakugou pinches his nose bridge, “really? you think that?”
“now i don’t! and i know they’re childhood friends and… and we do things together all the time. i know you love to read, game, you’ve got your lego. i didn’t know all of that then.”
“five. don’t know if my friends and family will understand.” bakugou steps away from you, “the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
you huff on the spot, “this was from when i met you! all they’ve seen of you is shouting and yelling on the television. they didn’t know how lovable you are. how well you treat me.”
bakugou looks at you, then back at the paper. scratches his head. “six. inexperienced with sex but it’s really cute. has never had a girlfriend?”
“but number one pro is that you know how to use it. obviously we’re experienced now, we know everything about each other,” you flick your finger between you and your boyfriend.
“and the girlfriend comment? i can’t help the fact you’re my first.”
“no, i mean yes i know that. it was just a question as to why. it doesn’t mean anything to me now.”
“but it was a factor in whether you wanted to be my girlfriend,” he states.
“well, yeah,” you drawl, “i thought maybe there was a reason as to why. that’s all.”
bakugou raises his eyebrows, looks back at the sheet, “seven. doesn’t always have time for me. travels a lot for work.”
“that hasn’t changed.” bakugou grunts. it’s something he knows you struggle with while dating him. it’s even been a conversation you’ve had a few times throughout your relationship. quality time. you want to spend more time with him but he simply can’t.
you sigh, grabbing his chin between your fingers so he looks directly at you. his eyes are half lidded, cheeks red and exhausted from the negativity and heat. “we’ve been through this. i’m still gonna stick by you, everything i love about you means more than all the things i find difficult.”
he takes your palm away from your face and squeezes it. but you can tell he’s feeling off. “the last one. eight, he’s surrounded by beautiful women all the time.”
“you’re with celebrities, pro heroes, socialites a lot,” you shrug, “that was jealousy on my part, nothing to do with you.”
“i don’t give a fuck about any of that.”
you nod sharply, “i know! i wrote this a while ago, two years even? a lot has changed.”
bakugou sighs from the pit of his stomach, then flings his head back in a huff. “fuck, baby.” he groans.
then he looks down at you, looking up at him.
“just wanna put it out there, that was private, you weren’t meant to see that, my opinions have now changed and i’m sure you had a mental pro con list for me. i just wrote mine down.”
bakugou folds the paper, “yeah, yeah, i get it. you hate my job that much, huh? it covered half of the fuckin’ cons.
“i also said i liked you were successful and ambitious.” you sit on the back of the sofa, crossing your arms.
bakugou mirrors you standing, crossing his arms too. “but nothing about my job has changed since we’ve got together.”
you groan, leaning your head on your shoulder, “katsuki, i think you’re making problems out of nothing here.”
“you made a list of the problems with datin’ me.” he frowns, holding the folded paper between two fingers.
“and a list of the reasons why i wanted to date you. obviously the good reasons won if i’m with you now.” you glare at him with a sharp tone.
he begins to pace around the room, paper still in hand. a terrible sign. you watch as sweat trickles down his skin, body flush with heat.
“but, babe. the problems you’ve had with me from before we were dating are still problems now. i still don’t have time for you, you still are terrified every time i’m minutes late from a mission, you don’t think i’d choose you over my job and you don’t think i do anything but work.”
you moan aloud, “and i still want you despite that all. i get the world needs you, heck, i need you if i come across a villain. i don’t hate you for being a hero.”
he stops behind you, on the other side of the sofa, “i don’t want you to resent me when you realise you could have been with someone who does have more time for you, isn’t obsessed with their job, can put you first and doesn’t scare you.”
you hop off the sofa. leaning your forehead on his collarbone. “katsuki. i wouldn’t be here if i didn't want to be. i love you. i choose you everyday. i don’t want to argue with you.”
bakugou doesn’t touch you. there’s a shake to his voice, “i’m sorry i’m not better. i’m gonna try to be. just wait for me, fuck, maybe when i’m slower and the younger lot take over, they’ll need me less. it’s just now—,”
“it’s okay. you have time for me right now but you wanna argue with me," you pout up at him.
“you did put that i’m argumentative,” he looks away from you as your hands link around his neck.
“look at me.”
shiny lava red pupils find you. you ground him, takes him out of the what ifs and the failures of his past and places him in the present with you.
“i have dated bakugou katsuki for two years and i love him so much. i love how kind and generous he is, always putting his loved ones first. how he dedicates his life and body to saving the world. how even if he’s tired from a long week of working, he still comes over to cook me a three course meal because he wants to see me eat his food. who was so open and willing to change for me. to change his routines and learn my body. who is argumentative because he wants to make things right. who wanted so hard for my family and friends to love him and manages to see his mother once a week just to check up on her.”
you search in both his eyes and he’s listening, he always is.
“i can write an updated list for you, if you want.”
he shakes his head, stuffs his forehead into your neck and slowly pushes you down into the sofa. you laugh, his hands plastered into your waist as his body crushes you in the plush cushions ever so slightly.
“‘m sorry. i shouldn’t have read it. even though i enjoyed the pros.” he muffles, lips tickling your skin.
you tap his shoulder. “you shouldn’t have but it’s okay. i still need you to get my fan. it’s hot.”
“promise you’ll tell me if you want somethin’ to change between us. i’m not wakin’ up one day to you leavin’ me for a reason right under my nose.” he urges and you can see him pleading. the desperation for you to agree.
“promise. now you promise me.”
“course i promise. i couldn’t even fill out ten reasons as to why i hate you.”
“i didn't say i hate you. and sure you can. you hate my cold feet. you hate how i moan about my job. you hate how i hate your job. you hate how i always want a massage. you hate how i wait until the last minute when you’re tucked up in bed for you to get me a glass of water. you hate how i’m indecisive for what i want for my birthdays and—,”
bakugou sits up, “i don't hate any of that shit. love listenin’ to you and half that shit is cute as hell.”
you pout, “you hate when i wear low cut tops out—,”
he frowns, “that’s foreplay, baby. you let me suck your tits after to make me happy. couldn’t give a shit what you wear.”
“how about how protective my friends are? and the fact i tell them everything?”
bakugou shrugs, “you deserve friends that love you that much and that you can tell everythin’.”
“i get snappy when i’m running late or too much is going on or i’m hot.”
with that bakugou gets up. your fan. though not without hovering over you to give you a peck. then another. you press your soft lips against his though you don’t open up because then you will get even hotter and snappy.
he pulls off you and rises from the sofa, “that makes sense, baby. you’re stressed and uncomfortable.”
you roll your eyes, “stop being so understanding!”
he walks towards your bedroom, but not without turning around to look at you. his fingers grip the door frame, “i love you.”
could i request something with huening kai? maybe when he acts like your boyfriend but you’re not dating and how the members react to that? i think it would be funny & cute lol ><
u+me= <3 forever
huening kai x fem! reader
wc: 3.3k
cw: this is not smutty but I mean Beomgyu mentions sexual tension once; they are two idiots in love and not so oblivious; Beomgyu is a menace; anon I know you asked for the members reaction but I didn’t want to extend myself so maybe it’s a little off :( pls feel free to request something else if it’s not what you really wanted!!!! not proofread so I probably am missing things here; cussing; inspired by honeybee and u + me= <3
an: thanks for requesting anon and for being so patient with me :3 I had to lock the fuck in and work on this ask 😭 anyways I missed writing for txt and not that I am back (kind of) pls talk to me! My inbox is always open!! I have to work on a few requests and some personal writing, but I will get to it, I promise (and I also promise that beomgyu and yn will be back, directly from Paris <3
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ALSO SUPER IMPORTANT I WROTE THIS with these images of kai in mind. Enjoy <3
There is something about the annoying fall-almost winter weather. The way the day always got suddenly so gloomy and gray, or how the rain would always come unannounced and ruin your plans when going out.
Well, it was not all that bad. It could never be when Kai was around and making you see things from another perspective. The sun always shines differently in autumn, and the leaves are the prettiest when they are all orange; he made you notice that. And, yes, sometimes rain could ruin a few things, but it was also an excuse to stay in and make a movie marathon.
Your relationship with Kai goes way back. From playing with him and his sisters at the park, to going to college together and sharing the oh-so-sweet adult life. Every birthday party, every family dinner was better because of him. Such a great friendship that both families started placing bets on how long it would take for the two of you to get together.
Eventually, your friends started, not so subtly, doing it too.
“Why do you keep dancing around each other? It’s getting annoying.” Soobin made this small remark one day when you visited their dorm for game night. All of this attitude just because Huening Kai abandoned him to team up with you? What a loser.
Or the time Beomgyu pretended to gag just because Kai had offered you his jacket one night the group went out for dinner.
But there was a time your heart indeed did a little stupid jump because of him.
“Are you ok? Did something happen?”
Your body jumped with the sound of the door, abruptly opening, only to meet Kai’s worried eyes. His voice cut sharply through the small space of your dorm, and his tone was actually making you a little nervous because, yeah, what indeed had happened?
It was not unusual to have him over unannounced. In fact, it was happening so often that your friends thought something was going on between the two of you. Crazy, right? Can’t best friends demonstrate physical affection for each other?
“I’m not sure…” You slurred, voice thick with sleep. “You tell me, you’re the one acting like the world is about to end.”
Kai blinked at you by the doorway like you had said something from another planet. He kicked out his worn-out Converse and quickly made his way to the spot next to you on the cushions.
“Yeonjun hyung told me you fell during lunch and had a swollen ankle. I tried calling, but you didn't pick up, so I showed up.”
It was almost like Kai was embarrassed about letting you know that. Why else would his cheeks be dusted with a faint baby pink and his neck so hot he had to fan himself under the excuse of being almost summer?
You stared at him a second too long. It was not out of this world having him like this, worried and trying to help. But the way he said it? It was like it was the most obvious answer ever. Of course he would be there. It’s Kai we are talking about.
“Oh.” You said, dumbfounded. "Well, I just tripped. There’s no need to worry. See?” You threw your leg up on his lap to make a point. Kai didn't buy it. He never did. Being best friends for so long had its pros and cons.
“It hurts, doesn't it?” his brows quirked up, frowning a little. God, was he cute.
"Just a little when I walk. The nurse said I'm fine, so stop worrying, Hueningie.”
But that’s just how things were. Huening Kai was a gentleman (perks of being the middle child, raised by his sisters) and would never treat you or any other girl differently. So what’s the point of all of those small comments your friends were making?
“C’mon, you promised we would have dinner,” he whined on your bed one afternoon.
“Yeah, but I never promised it would be today, Hueningie.” You mumbled while chewing the top of your pen. “I have this international political economy test on Monday and I’m pretty sure I’m doomed, Kai.”
“Are you insane? It’s Friday night, and you’re saying no to food. Food that I’m willing to pay!” He gasped, walking up to your desk and yanking you up. “Please?” There it was, his puppy face and pouty lips making you feel guilty.
To be honest, Huening Kai could take you anywhere. He was a nice company, and being with him was almost like healing wounds. Things didn’t have to change.
“So,” he nudged you, “what do you say? I promise I’ll help you study.”
Your tongue clicked. He was driving a hard bargain; Kai was pretty smart, and he was offering to pay…
“Fine,” you said. “Bring me back by nine; I get cranky when I’m sleepy.”
“Believe me, I know.” Huening Kai scoffed, taking hold of your shoulders and rushing out of the door of your small apartment.
Life was funny, too funny. Apparently, when things were going relatively fine, the universe decided to conspire against you.
It was mid-autumn, but the wind blowing against your face was as cold as ice. Winter must be right around the corner. Cold enough to make your cheeks go pink and your lips get chapped. The sky also threatened rain, but for now, it held itself together.
Yeah, it was cold. And Kai had noticed it by the way you tried to protect your stomach with your arms, or how you were sniffling ever since you had left the house. He always noticed everything.
Almost like an instinct, he placed his jacket over your shoulders, of course. But why did he also embrace you with his arms?
“Hey,” your stiff body gave it away, “I got you. It’s okay.”
God, his voice was awfully soft, sticky sweet. Always with you.
“Thanks.” Different from his, your voice was small, too quiet and off.
But you didn’t have time for that. Not when little droplets of water were falling and painting the grey sidewalk. Thankfully, the small restaurant was just around the corner, giving you two enough time to get there safe and sound.
By the time you got there, the window was covered. It was cozy, it was a fact. Soft music was playing in the background, and the place was not crowded. Perfect.
You slid into a booth beside Kai, grateful for the warmth that immediately wrapped around you. The restaurant smelled faintly of broth and spices, something comforting that made the cold outside feel very far away.
“You know,” you grabbed the menu, eyes scanning over the options, “since it’s raining, I thought that maybe we could get beef udon? It’s a nice food.”
“Nice food,” he snorted. “Who describes food like this?”
“I do. What’s wrong with the way I talk?
A laugh this time. His signature one.
You shot him a look from across the menu, face warm with the looks people were giving you.
“Shut up, Hyuka! People are looking.” You kicked him under the table.
“Ow!”
“You’re almost twenty-four; please grow up.”
“You say this like it’s a bad thing, but you and I have been friends for, what? Twenty years?”
“Ok, wow. Not that much…it’s 16 years,” you grumbled. But he did have a point; that was long enough.
The waiter arrived before he could come up with a comeback, and he ordered for both of you. Always, like your friends’ partners doing the same for them.
Bickering dissolved into a comfortable conversation, like it always did. The kind that came naturally after years of knowing someone.
Outside, rain tapped softly against the windows, turning the city into a blur. Except inside was warm; being with Kai was warm. But that’s only natural when you are with someone you love. And you loved all of your friends; you felt the same way when you were hanging out with Yunjin the other day and didn’t want to go back home, and when Yeonjun walked you to your place because it was late and wanted to make sure you’d be safe.
Moments like this made it easy to forget why everyone kept teasing you.
Or maybe they made it impossible to forget.
“Are you even listening to me?” Kai touched your arm, bringing you back to reality.
“No. Sorry. I’m worried about the test.”
You glanced at him with a small smile, one that he copied and you were familiar with.
“I said that Hiyyih and Lea asked me when you would visit them again.” His voice was low, calm. Kai never made you feel down for not listening sometimes.
“Whenever you can drive me.” You teased. “They live too far to take public transport, and I don’t exactly have a license.”
“You know, maybe you should get one. It would save me a lot of money on gas.”
“It would. I would stop bothering you with that.”
“You don’t bother me; I like having you around.” His cheeks were dusted with a faint pink blush at his own comment.
“You love me.”
“Yeah.” This time, his smile showed his gums, as a little kid opening presents on Christmas morning.
Yeah.
“You know,” you spoke up, breaking the awkward mood (the one that was happening only in your head), “I like your sisters. They have your face and all. Well, you have Lea’s face; she’s the oldest.”
“Why are you insulting me?” And this wasn’t supposed to make you laugh, but it did. Kai had an amused-offended smile on his face, making your cheeks grow red at how insanely good he looked with that stupid floppy hair and black sweater.
“There it is…” He cooed it like it was something familiar. Like he knew it would happen before it even did. “I’ve been trying to make you laugh the whole night.”
Silence settled between you. Not uncomfortable, but there was something.
It was oddly familiar in a way you couldn’t explain.
Outside, the rain pressed harder against the glass.
Inside, the air felt warmer than it should’ve, and you looked down at your hands.
“Thanks for taking me out of the bedroom tonight. I was going a little insane.” You admitted.
Kai leaned back slightly, one hand wrapped around his cup and the other sneaking behind your shoulder.
“You do that when you're stressed,” he said again, softer this time. “Disappear a little. But it’s ok, as long as you allow me to stay close, I’ll help you.”
You tried to ignore the way your heart reacted to that stupidly simple sentence. Instead, you reached for your chopsticks again like nothing had happened.
By the time you finished eating, the rain hadn’t stopped.
If anything, it had gotten worse.
Kai stood first, sliding out of the booth and stretching his shoulders like the weather was just a tiny detail of the night.
The check arrived before you even realized time had passed.
Kai reached for it automatically, like always. Somehow, this time it made you embarrassed.
“Kai, we can share–”
“I got it. I asked you out, I pay.”
“You always pay.” You huffed, adjusting your purse on your shoulder.
He was having none of that. Huening Kai slid in his card without you noticing, ending any further bickering.
“Your girlfriend is feisty.” The woman at the cashier winked and waved him goodbye.
What’s the point of correcting? She wouldn’t believe him anyway.
Opening the door for you, Kai winced. The water pouring was nothing less than aggressive.
“The skies are mad.” You mumbled, glancing up and taking a not-so-subtle look at his face. Sharp nose and jaw, as if someone had sculpted it.
Kai glanced up at the sky.
“Yeah.” A beat. Then he looked at you instead. “Do you think we can walk back?”
“I think we’ll both wake up with a cold by morning.”
You both stared at the rain as it had personally betrayed you.
“But we are not made of sugar, and there’s a reason why medicine exists,” you continued.
Kai shifted closer to the curb, automatically positioning himself between you and the street, already stepping into the rain without thinking about it. Like a habit. Like muscle memory.
“Okay,” he said finally. “We walk.” And he held out his hand for you to take. It was not a question or an invitation; he was just waiting. Waiting for you with a lingering look in his eyes.
You hesitated for half a second longer than you meant to.
Then you took his hand. The moment your fingers met his, warmth spread through you in a way that had nothing to do with the weather.
Kai didn’t say anything, just tightened his grip slightly and pulled you forward into the rain.
Cold hit your face instantly, making you hiss and cling tighter to his sweater.
“Start walking, Huening. Walk!”
“You’re so bossy.”
But you didn’t really pay attention to what he was saying, because despite the comment, he was smiling and his stupid hair was clinging to his face and the back of his neck, holding you so easily like you were meant to be there.
“I–”
You stumbled slightly on the wet pavement, too distracted by looking at him.
Before your body could meet the ground, Kai caught you without even looking, stumbling a little himself.
“You okay?” he asked, suddenly closer.
“Yeah,” you said too fast. “It’s just slippery.”
“Mhm. Careful,” he said, but there was no real scolding in it. Just attention. Always attention.
But he didn’t let go. Didn’t even loosen his hold.
“I’m okay,” you repeated, softer this time.
Kai nodded once but didn’t move away right away.
The streetlight above flickered, and the rain made everything feel suspended, like even the world was holding its breath with you.
“Come on,” he said, voice quieter now. “We’re almost there.”
He moved a little closer to your side. And somehow the cold couldn’t reach you anymore. Not on the streets and not when you two raced to your front door, avoiding the judgmental look the security guard gave you in the lobby.
Kai let out a quiet laugh under his breath. You looked cute, flustered like that.
His body was so, so close to yours while you fumbled with your keys; you could feel his hot breath on your neck, along with some remaining water droplets coming down from his hair.
“Why is her hallway wet?” A very familiar voice cut the silence, making you push Kai away without thinking. “I swear to God, if– Y/n!”
Beomgyu, of course. Behind him, Yeonjun and Taehyun were summoned, holding back a laugh.
Great.
“Fuck, I forgot it was my turn to host game night this month.” You hissed.
Their gaze went from you, soaked, flushed, still half-locked in Kai’s space, to Kai himself, who was also dripping water onto your floor like it was completely normal behavior.
Then Beomgyu slowly blinked.
“…Why,” he said carefully, “are you two wet?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Taehyun giggled. “They were on a date.”
You were still kind of pressed into Kai’s side. His hand was still near your wrist. Not fully holding you anymore, but not exactly letting go either. Like his body hadn’t gotten the message that the outside world was over.
Kai blinked slowly. “We are not—”
“Save it. We are going home.” Yeonjun added with a smirk. “Soobin is on a date, too. We can do this next week when everyone is here.”
“It was not a date!” You stomped your feet on the tiles like a three-year-old.
“Yeah?” Beomgyu got closer. “You’re red, sweets. Steaming, even. Did our Hueningie give you a kiss?”
Kai made a sound- something between a cough and a laugh- and finally let go of your wrist to shake water out of his hair. The motion sent droplets everywhere.
“That’s it! Shoo! Shoo, you three! You’re banished from my house.”
Something clicked at that moment inside Beomgyu’s stupid head. Of course the universe would conspire against you.
His eyes darted from you to Kai and then back to you again. Your hair was soaked. Kai's sweater was dripping onto the hallway floor. The two of you were standing entirely too close together.
To anyone else, this would only be a little susícious. But not to Beomgyu and his big mouth.
“You two kissed.” It was not a question; he said it with such certainty you wanted to slap his little grin off.
Kai pinched the bridge of his nose immediately.
"Don't."
"You two kissed."
"No, we didn't."
“That explains the sexual tension!”
Kai nearly choked.
You wished the floor would open and swallow you whole.
Beomgyu looked between the two of you again, eyes narrowing.
“Yeonjun, call Soobin.” He said. “We are witnessing two idiots in love and he’s not here to lecture them.”
“Out!” You rushed them down the stairs, ignoring Beomgyu's dramatic cries about “silencing the truth” and Yeonjun's laughter echoing through the stairwell, leaving Kai behind.
“Forgive them.” Taehyun squeezed your shoulder in sympathy. “We’ve been waiting for this moment.”
He walked away, waving goodbye and promising to give your friends a lecture on your behalf.
Behind you, Kai was still standing in the middle of your hallway, rainwater dripping from his sweater onto the floor.
"You should probably head home before you catch pneumonia," you said.
Kai glanced toward the window.
"Probably."
Neither of you moved.
Something strange passed between you.
The realization that neither of you actually wanted the night to end, there, in the darkness of your level.
Outside, rain still drummed against the windows, but it sounded distant now, muffled by the warmth lingering between you.
Kai rubbed the back of his neck.
"So..." he started.
"So..." you echoed. “Stay? It’s too cold outside, and you don’t have the car today.”
Kai's shoulders shook with laughter.
The sound made something inside your chest soften. You liked making him laugh. To be honest, you liked a lot of things about Huening Kai.
Maybe too many things.
And with that came the realization. The real one this time, with your apartment door half opened, soaking wet from the rain.
“Kai?”
His expression softened immediately.
"Yeah?"
You swallowed.
Suddenly, your throat felt dry. The words sat there for a second. Yet, you continued.
“I’m not scared.”
At first, Kai didn’t really understand what you were really talking about. But just like anyone knows that 2+2= 4, he did the math right away.
“Good, because I’m not scared either.” He said like he was so sure of what would come next.
Your breath caught at that, but Kai’s eyes softened, and for once there was no teasing hiding behind them.
Just honesty.
Just him.
“You’re still my best friend.” You declared.
“I know. I never thought otherwise.”
He lifted his hand slowly, stopping just short of your face, waiting- always waiting.
You didn’t step away.
So he didn’t either.
And finally, finally, the space between you disappeared.
Kai tucked a small piece of wet hair behind your ear. You blushed at how warm his hands were, so close to your face. A face he swore he could spend his whole life learning every day.
Your hands clutched the fabric of his T-shirt, and you took a shaky breath. That was his cue.
He kissed you with no hesitation, and you melted into him. Your hands sliding down his chest. You’re kissing Huening Kai, the boy you’ve known for basically your whole life, in front of your doorway.
His hands cling to your face like you are some priceless gem, and your fingers toying with the hair on the back, like it’s silk thread. When you pulled away for a breath of air, Kai was already grinning.
18+ mdni | obsessed yandere caleb🤤 i mean obsessed yandere caleb🤤 sorry i meant obsessed yander
TW. kinda stalkerleb, gege/calling him older brother, dubcon i feel like, dryhumping, he cums in his pants, unread and unedited i’m sorry :(
as a child, caleb’s protective and overbearing nature was seen as cute. the way he’d trail after you had always made the older women in your neighborhood coo over what a doting older brother he was. even you kinda liked it—the fact your handsome gege who had so many admirers only had eyes for you.
eventually though, it began to lose its charm. he still acted the same; calling you everyday, asking why you were out late, who you were hanging out with—the only difference was that you guys were adults. you had done everything together as kids, but now you had your own life, one that caleb didn’t have the right to intrude on whenever he felt like it.
you tried to pull away, put distance between the two of you, but somehow he always managed to get even closer than before.
your weekly calls were filled with questions asking how that coworker you liked is doing, something you couldn’t recall telling him about.
the café you stopped by after work was now his favourite place too, conveniently bumping into you every time you were there.
whenever you asked how he knew all this, he’d simply shrug.
“you tell me things.”
you bit your lip, palms clamming up at his intense gaze. “i never told you that.”
he’d smile, “lucky guess.”
it should’ve sounded charismatic with that sweet eye smile of his, but instead it left a strange feeling sitting heavy in your stomach.
you never stayed mad at him for long though. how could you? he really was the perfect, most caring older brother anyone could ask for. like every time a date canceled, one after another dropping like flies, he’d be there with a bag of your favourite takeout in hand.
“since you’re free now,” he’d say, already raising it to show you.
you never even had to text him before he was showing up, swiping away your tears and whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he walked you back to your place.
“he was a loser anyway. barely makes enough to spoil my princess, you’re too good for him”
an alarm went off in your head at the comment, curious as to why or how he knew your dates salary when even you didn’t, but you didn’t have the chance to ask as he lead you inside. he placed the bags of food on the counter before turning to your figure, watching you take your shoes and coat off.
“i’m jus’ saying…maybe you don’t have to look that far for a perfect guy.” you quirked a brow at his words, a shiver running down your spine when you realized he was staring down at you. “i’m always gonna be here. i know all your favourite things. no one else is gonna understand your life like i do.”
he punctuated each word with a step towards you, leaning down once he had you crowded against the wall. “i read your diary pips. i know you’ve thought about it.”
warm breath fanned against your face as your cheeks tinted red. “w-what are you talking—“
“i wonder if caleb leaves the uniform on during sex, or if he uses that interrogation stick. id kill to have him order me around like a dog. those are your words, right?”
you slowly nodded with shame as everything began to click, how he knew all the small details about your life without you telling him. before you dwelled on it too much, he spoke again.
“wanna try some of those thoughts out?”
not giving you a chance to respond, caleb pressed a hungry kiss to your mouth, tongue immediately licking the seam of your lips before wrapping around your own. you barely registered what was happening as he picked you up, pressing his bulge into your hot core as he continued his assault on your mouth. “taste so fuckin good…even better than i imagined”
a whine left your throat when he nipped at your bottom lip, pulling away with a growl before kissing down your neck. “c-cay, maybe let’s take it slow?”
he pulled away from your neck, an already fucked our expression in his eyes before he chuckled darkly. “y’know that’s not what you call me…”
he watched you swallow, an audible gulp sounding through the room. “g-gege…” you whined, the endearing term making caleb thrust particularly hard against your clothed cunt.
“good fuckin’ girl…” he growled, going back to marking your neck. “gonna leave these for everyone to see. even if you try n go on another date, they’ll know you belong to me.”
his lips trailed to your pulse point, tongue flicking against it before he began to suck harshly, hips relentlessly grinding against you. your heart raced with every movement, pulling at his brown locks for stability.
“m-my girl…you’re mine, pips” he whined, thrusts turning erratic. you felt a wet spot bleeding onto your jeans as he slowed down, still holding you against the wall as he panted into the crook of your neck. just as you thought he was about to put you down, caleb carried you towards your room, throwing you onto the bed as he shrugged off his coat.
drunk, lovesick soobin after the shoot wrap up, being picked up by his partner <3
the tipsy live altered my brain chemistry fr plspslspls read it!! #drabble
the bass was low and humming quietly in the background, soju bottles nearly empty, the table consisted empty plates and bottles, and after the wrap up of their shoot, soobin had become a problem.
not a loud problem, perse, not a messy one either. he was a giggly, boneless, mushy blushing mess of a problem— curled into the corner of the both with his cheeks smooshed against the faux leather.
“nooo,” soobin whined, drawing the word as yeonjun clicked another photo across the table. “don’t send that.”
but it was simply too late.
beomgyu was ready, with phone in one hand, eyes lit with mischief as he snapped yet another picture of soobin, and sent directly to his ‘beloved’s’ number.
“hyung you’re so down bad,” kai giggled, his own face flushed a pretty pink. he flopped forward, chin landing on soobin’s shoulder. “you have been chanting yn’s name for an hour now.”
“have not,” soobin mumbled into his palms, which had migrated to cover the entirety of his pretty face. but his ears— the tips of them, burned crimson, and the flush has crept down his neck, disappearing beneath the collar of his tank. his chest felt tight in the best, worst way. everytime someone said yn, his heart would do a little flip.
yn. yn. yn.
“you literally just said it three times in a row,” taehyun deadpanned, swirling the last of his drink. he was the most functional of the five, which meant he was only mostly drunk. soobin keened, hiding deeper into himself.
as he fished out his own phone, fumbling with the lock, struggling to unlock it under the table.
he didn’t realize he’d started chanting you name out loud again until beomgyu doubled over mid laugh.
“there he goes. ‘yn. yn. where are they? wheres my yn..’”
twenty minutes later, you pushed open the restaurant’s door, the chime signalling your very presence in the room.
the scene was exactly as chaotic as described. beomgyu and hyuka were arm-wrestling (badly), taehyun was sipping water like a disappointed father, and yeonjun was attempting to put a paper crown on soobin’s head.
but soobin—
soobin was slumped sideways in his chair, head tilted back, eyes half-closed. his cheeks were flushed all the way down to his collarbones. his lips were slightly parted, and his fingers were loosely curled around an empty glass.
“soobin,” you said softly, stepping close.
the effect was immediate.
his eyes flew open. blinked once. twice. then his entire face lit up—a smile so wide, so radiant, so painfully genuine that his cheeks must have hurt. he looked like he’d just seen the sun after a long winter.
“yn,” he breathed, voice cracking.
before you could say another word, soobin lunged forward and buried his face into your stomach, arms wrapping around your waist like a koala. he was warm, so warm, and he smelled like soju and vanilla and home.
“you came,” he mumbled into your knitted sweater. “you came.”
you laughed softly, threading fingers through his dark hair. “of course i came. you texted me, didn’t you? you ruined my nightly routine though”
“deserved,” soobin said, voice thick. “missed you. missed you so much it hurt here.” he pulled back just enough to press his palm flat against his own chest, right over his heart. “it was beating your name. thump-thump-yn-thump-thump.”
behind him, yeonjun mouthed oh my god to the rest of the table.
you cupped soobin’s face in both hands, thumbs brushing his burning cheekbones. “you’re so drunk, baby.”
“mm,” soobin agreed, leaning into your touch like a cat starved of affection. “drunk on you.” he giggled at his own stupid line, then grew serious. “no, wait. that was bad. but i mean it. i mean everything. i love—mmf.”
you gently pressed a thumb to his lips before he could confess to the entire restaurant. “is that so?” you murmured, playing along, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.
“mhm. and your hands are so soft. like clouds. clouds that love me.” he turned his head, pressing a clumsy kiss to the center of your palm. then he grew serious as he struggled to stand on his own two legs. “i missed you. three hundred. no. a thousand hundred.”
he started leaning in, eyes fluttering shut, lips puckering for more than just your palm—aiming for your lips but landing somewhere near the corner of your jaw. before he could try again, a chorus of protests erupted.
you laughed, pressing one firm kiss to soobin’s forehead (he whined at the loss of your lips), then looped an arm around his waist. “c’mon, soobin-ah. time to go.”
“‘m not tired,” he mumbled, even as his head dropped to your shoulder.
“i know, baby. let’s go anyway.”
he went willingly, waving sloppily over his shoulder at the boys. “bye, friends! i love you! not as much as yn. but i love you!”
“we know,” four voices yelled back.
getting soobin home was an adventure.
he stopped to point at three different cats (“yn, look. that’s us. because you’re pretty and i’m fluffy”), tried to convince you to carry him piggyback (“i’m light, yn, i’ve been skipping carbs”), and spent a solid five minutes staring at your shared apartment door because the “color reminded him of your eyes.”
the door was beige.
but you loved him so much it made you dizzy.
inside, you guided him through the familiar motions: shoes off, his shirt and tank off as well (he pouted the entire time, cold without it), face wiped with a cool cloth (he leaned into the pressure like a cat), and a large glass of water coaxed down his throat. he threw a small tantrum when you suggested brushing his teeth—“but i’m tired, yn, and you’re being mean”—but gave in the moment you kissed his nose.
by the time you both tumbled into bed, the clock read 1:34 am. you were exhausted, the kind of bone-deep tired that comes from caring for a drunk, giant, adorable boyfriend. soobin, still flushed and loose-limbed, curled into your side like he belonged there (he did), his cheek pressed to your chest.
you ran your fingers through his hair. he sighed, content.
sleep was pulling you under, soft and heavy, when—
soobin sat up.
“soobin,” you groaned, not even opening your eyes. “bedtime.”
but he was already moving, pressing clumsy, open-mouthed kisses to your jaw, your chin, the corner of your mouth, your nose, your eyelids, your forehead—every inch of your face he could reach, each kiss punctuated by a mumbled “love you” or “missed you so much” or simply your name, breathed like a secret.
“soobin,” you tried again, voice thick with exhaustion. your hand found the back of his neck, fingers curling into the soft baby hairs there. “baby. sleep.”
“‘m not done,” he protested, pulling back just enough to look at you with those big, hazy, adoring eyes. his lips were pink and kiss-swollen, his cheeks still that beautiful drunk-flush. “i have to kiss you. it’s important.”
you laughed, soft and sleepy, and gave up.
with a gentle but firm hand, you guided him back down—not to sleep, but just enough. you tilted his chin with your thumb, leaned in, and pressed one last kiss to his lips. chaste. sweet. the kind of kiss that said i’m here, i’ve got you, we have got forever.
then you tucked his head into the crook of your arm, pulled him flush against your chest, and let your other hand resume its slow path through his hair.
“now sleep,” you murmured, already halfway gone.
soobin froze.
his brain—already sluggish, already swimming in you, already short-circuiting from the kiss and the warmth and the way you smelled and the fact that you held him like he was precious—completely crashed.
he blinked once then twice.
his heart, which had been hammering your name all night, finally just... stopped trying to form words.
oh, he thought, very intelligently.
he didn’t move. didn’t breathe for a solid three seconds. just lay there, cradled against your chest, as you drifted off beneath him like it was nothing, like you hadn’t just rewired his entire nervous system with a single kiss and a hand in his hair.
your breathing evened out.
soobin stayed awake, staring at the soft curve of your jaw, utterly, hopelessly, spectacularly broken—in the best way possible.
“fuck,” he whispered to the dark room, very quietly, very reverently.
and then, because he was still a little drunk and a lot in love, he pressed one more kiss to your collarbone, buried his burning face against your neck, and let your heartbeat sing him to sleep.
synopsis: student council president choi beomgyu is the golden boy of school. perfect grades, perfect smile, perfect reputation. he's untouchable, unapproachable, and unbearably pretty. you've never exchanged more than two words with him until you borrow his laptop during a group project and discover his secret side hustle: he's one of the most popular camboys on the platform.
warnings: nsfw, camboy!beomgyu, explicit sexual content, masturbation (both solo and mutual), voyeurism/exhibitionism themes, dirty talk, corruption kink, power dynamics, student council, reader is kind of a stalker at first (with consent established later), unprotected sex, slight degradation/praise mix, beomgyu is a bit of a brat and a switch, mentions of all txt members, non-idol au.
the first time you see choi beomgyu cry, it's not in the hallways of school where he reigns as student council president with that practiced smile. it's through a screen, his face flushed as he whines, tears tracking down his cheeks while he works himself open with three fingers buried deep.
you're supposed to be working on your ap literature presentation. that's what you told yourself when you opened his laptop, when the password autofill betrayed him, when you found the folder labeled "tax documents" that definitely doesn't contain tax documents.
you should close it. you should absolutely close it.
instead, you watch.
beomgyu—choi beomgyu, who gave the welcome speech at orientation with such poise that half the junior class developed instant crushes—whimpers into his camera and calls himself a desperate little slut who needs to be watched to get off.
"fuuck," he breathes, arching his back, "fuck, you guys are so quiet tonight. tell me what you want. tell me how you want me to ruin myself."
the chat explodes with tips. hundreds of dollars flooding in with each request. beomgyu moans like he's being paid to, which he is, and spreads his legs wider, showing off the stretch of his hole around his fingers.
you realize you've been holding your breath.
"want me to add another?" he asks, voice pitched sweet, nothing like the measured, articulate tone he uses when addressing the student body. "i can take it. i can take so much for you. i'm so fucking full already but i need more, i always need more—"
your phone buzzes against your thigh and you nearly scream. it's a text from yeonjun, asking where you are, if you're still coming to soobin's party tonight. you ignore it. you can't look away from the screen.
beomgyu adds a fourth finger and sobs.
you don't know how long you watch. time becomes meaningless. you learn things about him that no amount of student council meetings could reveal: the way he likes his nipples pinched hard enough to bruise, the specific phrase—"good boy" that makes him cum untouched, spilling over his own stomach with a wail that sounds like it costs him something precious.
after, when he's cleaned up and the stream has ended, he sits in the glow of his desk lamp and reads the chat messages with a small, genuine smile. he thanks people by username. he remembers details about their lives, asks how their exams went, wishes them goodnight with such sincerity that your chest aches.
you close the laptop.
you don't sleep that night.
"you're staring again," taehyun says, sliding into the seat beside you at lunch. he's got his physics textbook open, already working through problems while eating an apple. "you've been weird for three days."
"haven't," you mumble, stabbing at your salad.
"you have," kai agrees from across the table, mouth full of sandwich. "you're all..." he makes a vague gesture around his face. "intense. like you're plotting something."
"maybe i am."
"ominous," yeonjun says, dropping into the seat on your other side with his characteristic grace. he's got that look, the one that means he's going to meddle. "does it involve a certain student council president? because soobin told me he saw you two talking in the library yesterday."
"we weren't talking," you say. "he was retrieving a book and i was... nearby."
"stalking," taehyun translates.
"observing," you correct.
the truth is, you've been observing a lot. beomgyu in his natural habitat is fascinating—a performance of perfection so seamless you wonder if he even knows he's performing anymore. he holds doors and remembers names and defuses conflicts with such effortless charm that it feels almost scripted, but it is. how he acts in school is far different from when he’s on camera.
you want to know which one is real. you want to know if either of them is.
"he's having a party," yeonjun says casually. "small thing. council members only, apparently, but soobin's going because he's vice president. i could get you in."
"why would you do that?"
yeonjun shrugs, "because you're miserable and it's entertaining. also, kai owes me twenty dollars and i want to see you make a fool of yourself."
"thanks.”
"anytime."
the party is at beomgyu's house, which turns out to be less of a house and more of a minor estate. you arrive with yeonjun and soobin, clutching a bottle of cheap wine you definitely shouldn't have brought, wearing a dress that feels like way too tight.
"relax," soobin murmurs as you hover in the doorway. he's got his vice president badge still clipped to his jacket, which is both adorable and deeply on-brand. "he doesn't bite."
you think of beomgyu on camera, teeth sunk into his own lip hard enough to draw blood as he rides his fingers. you think of the way he begs, the way he sounds when he's desperate.
"pretty sure he does," you say.
soobin gives you a strange look but yeonjun is already dragging you inside, into the warm press of bodies and music.
you spot beomgyu immediately. he's in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with his sleeves rolled up and his tie loosened, laughing at something one of the senior council members said. he looks soft like this, approachable.
he catches you staring.
you don't look away. you've spent too many hours watching him through a screen to pretend shyness now. you hold his gaze until something flickers in his expression—recognition, confusion, then a slow realization that makes his smile falter.
he knows. he doesn't know how, but he knows you know.
you raise your wine bottle in a mock toast. he swallows hard, adam's apple bobbing, and turns back to his conversation with intensity.
the game, as they say, is on.
you find his bedroom by accident, or maybe by intuition. it's at the end of a long hallway, unmistakable by the "student council president" plaque on the door that seems to be there ironically. the room itself is surprisingly messy—clothes draped over chairs, textbooks stacked, a desk with dual monitors that makes your stomach flip with recognition.
you shouldn't be in here. you're definitely going to get caught.
you're about to leave when you hear footsteps in the hall. panic freezes you in place. the door opens.
beomgyu stands there, backlit by the hallway light, and for a moment you see the mask slip entirely. he looks exhausted. he looks like a boy who carries too many secrets.
"you shouldn't be here," he says, and his voice is different—rougher, more honest.
"i know what you do," you say, because you've never been good at subtlety.
he goes very still. "what do you think i do?"
"you cry pretty," you say, "when you're fucking yourself open for strangers."
the silence stretches between you. its tense.
"get out," he whispers.
"make me."
he laughs, then, a sharp, startled thing. "you have no idea what you're playing with."
"then show me."
something breaks in him. you see it happen—the moment he stops being student council president choi beomgyu and becomes something rawer, hungrier. he crosses the room in three strides and backs you against his desk, caging you with his arms.
"you want to know what i do?" he breathes, and his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide. "you want to see the real me, is that it? little stalker?"
"i want to know if you're real at all," you admit.
he studies your face like he's memorizing it. "i'm real," he says quietly. "i'm real when i'm on camera. that's the only time i am."
"show me."
he hesitates. you can see the war in him, the habit of hiding, fighting against something else, something desperate and lonely. then he reaches past you, opens his laptop, pulls up the streaming platform.
"my show starts in ten minutes," he says. "usually i prep. get in the right headspace. but you..." he laughs. "you've already seen me at my worst. might as well see me at my best."
"you were never at your worst," you say. "you were beautiful."
he looks at you like you've struck him. "don't," he warns. "don't say things like that if you don't mean them."
"i mean them."
he turns away, busying himself with camera angles and lighting, but you can see his hands shaking. "you can stay," he says, "but you have to be quiet. and you can't... you can't touch me. not on camera. the viewers don't know about you."
"do they know about the real you?"
he pauses. "no," he admits. "they know a version. a character."
"which one am i getting?"
he looks over his shoulder at you, and his smile is complicated, layered with things you can't name. "tonight? i don't know. i haven't decided yet."
the stream goes live.
he's different with you in the room. you can tell immediately—there's a self-consciousness to his movements, a hesitation where there used to be seamless performance. the chat notices too, asking if he's okay, if something's wrong.
"just distracted tonight," he says, and his voice has dropped into that honeyed register you recognize. "thinking about someone."
the chat explodes. "who?" they want to know. "tell us." "is it a boy?" "a girl?" "someone we know?"
"someone who shouldn't be here," beomgyu says, and his eyes flick to where you're sitting on his bed, just out of frame. "someone who saw me before i put on the show. saw me... raw."
he unbuttons his shirt slowly, revealing the pale stretch of his torso. you know what he looks like beneath the clothes now, know the constellation of moles on his body, the way his stomach muscles flutter when he's close.
"they're watching me right now," he continues, addressing the camera but looking at you. "from the dark. can't you see them in my eyes? i'm performing for two audiences tonight, and one of them is real."
the tips start flowing in. beomgyu smirks, that practiced expression that doesn't reach his eyes, and slides his hand down his stomach.
"what should i do for you tonight?" he asks the chat. "i'm feeling... exposed. like i want to be seen all the way through."
requests flood in. beomgyu scans them, cherry-picking the ones that suit his mood, and slowly, methodically, he begins to unravel.
you've seen this before. you shouldn't be affected. but watching it live, watching the sweat bead on his forehead and his chest heave with real breaths, is different from on a screen. he's warm in front of you, radiating heat and need, and when he whines it's not through speakers but directly into the air you share.
"need more," he gasps, working himself open with practiced efficiency. "need to be full, need to be watched, need—" he breaks off with a sob, and you realize with a start that he's crying, real tears, not the performative ones from before. "fuck, i can't, not with you here, i can't—"
the chat is confused, asking what's wrong, if he's hurt, if they should call someone.
"no," he chokes out, "no, i'm fine, i just—" he looks at you, really looks at you, and his expression crumples. "i can't fake it tonight. i can't be what they want when you're sitting there watching me actually fall apart."
you stand up. you don't mean to. your body moves without permission, crossing the space between you, stepping into the frame of his camera.
the chat goes wild.
"who is she"
"omg is that his girlfriend"
"she's pretty"
"wait is this part of the show"
beomgyu stares up at you, eyes wide and wet and terrified. "what are you doing?"
"being real with you," you say, and you reach out, thumb brushing the tears from his cheek. "turn it off."
"i can't, i have—this is my job, i—"
"turn it off," you repeat, "or i'll do it for you."
your hand hovers over the keyboard. beomgyu makes a sound like he’s hurt and reaches past you, ending the stream with a violent click. the room goes silent except for his ragged breathing.
"do you know how much money i just lost?" he whispers.
"i don't care."
"you should. this pays for my car, my clothes, my—fuck." he buries his face in his hands. "you've ruined everything. you've seen me, you've really seen me, and now you know i'm just—i'm just a whore who needs strangers to tell him he's worth something."
you kneel in front of him, forcing him to look at you. "i know you're the student council president who stays three hours after school to make sure the homecoming decorations are perfect. i know you're the guy who bought kai coffee when he was crying about his audition last month. i know you're real, beomgyu, and i don't care about the rest."
"you should," he says, but his voice is small.
"why?"
"because i'm broken," he admits, and the words seem to cost him everything. "because i need this, need to be watched and wanted and consumed, because without it i'm just—i'm just empty. i'm a performance with no actor underneath."
you take his hand, place it over your heart. "feel that? i'm real. you're real. this is real."
he shudders, a full-body tremor that racks through him like a fever. "touch me," he begs, "please, just—i need to feel something that isn't mediated by a screen. i need you to touch me like you mean it."
you kiss him.
it's clumsy, desperate, nothing like the polished intimacy of his streams. he makes a noise against your lips, and suddenly his hands are everywhere—tugging at your dress, your hair, pulling you closer like he's drowning and you're air.
"wait," you breathe, "beomgyu, wait—"
"don't," he whimpers, "don't make me stop, i can't, i need—"
"shh," you soothe, "i'm not stopping. i just want to look at you."
you push him back onto the bed, following him down. up close, he's overwhelming—skin flushed pink, eyes glassy with tears and want, chest heaving. he looks wrecked already and you've barely touched him.
"you're so beautiful," you tell him, and you mean it. "not because you're performing. just because you are."
he sobs, turning his face away. "don't. don't be nice to me, i can't take it, i'll—"
"you'll what?"
"i'll fall in love with you," he confesses, voice barely audible. "i'm already halfway there. i've been watching you too, you know. in the halls. at lunch. wondering what your voice sounds like when you're not just answering questions in class."
you kiss his throat, his collarbone, the hollow of his throat where his pulse beats. "you can fall," you whisper. "i'll catch you."
he unravels after that. he pulls at your clothes with shaking hands, helping you strip until you're bare above him, then freezes.
"you're—" he swallows hard. "you're perfect."
"so are you."
"i'm not, i'm—" he gestures at himself, at his exposed body, his flushed skin. "i'm a mess."
"let me clean you up," you say, and you slide down his body, taking him into your mouth before he can protest.
the sound he makes is inhuman. his back arches off the bed, hands flying to your hair, not guiding but just holding on, grounding himself. "fuck, fuck, fuck, that's—oh god, you don't have to, you don't—"
you hum around him, and he screams.
it's different from his performative cam noises—higher, more broken, completely uncontrolled. his thighs trembling, and when you look up you can see him watching you with an expression of absolute wonder, like he can't believe you're real.
"gonna cum," he warns, "gonna cum, please, i can't—"
you don't pull back. you take him deeper, swallowing around him, and he comes with a cry that sounds like your name, spilling down your throat in hot pulses. you swallow everything, licking him clean while he whines and twitches, oversensitive and overwhelmed.
"come here," he pants, pulling you up his body. "come here, let me—i want to make you feel good too."
you straddle his waist, feeling the hard line of him already stirring again against your thigh. "you don't have to—"
"i want to," he insists. "let me show you what i can do when i'm not acting. let me show you how i actually want to touch someone."
he flips you onto your back, settling between your legs with a confidence that makes your breath catch. he kisses down your body with reverence—your breasts, your stomach, the curve of your hip—pausing when he reaches where you're wet and wanting.
"can i?" he asks, looking up at you with those dark, dark eyes.
"please."
he doesn't tease. he simply tastes you like he's starving, like he's been waiting his whole life for this, and the reality of choi beomgyu between your thighs is infinitely better than any fantasy. he's enthusiastic, messy, completely focused on your reactions. when he finds something that makes you gasp, he does it again, and again, until you're clutching his hair and grinding against his face.
"you taste so good," he mumbles, the vibration making you whimper. "so good, so sweet, i've thought about this, thought about what you'd feel like, taste like—"
"beomgyu," you gasp, "beomgyu, i'm gonna—"
"let go," he encourages, looking up at you with his chin shining with your arousal. "cum for me, pretty girl. let me feel you fall apart."
you do. you come with his name breaking across your lips like a prayer, your whole body shaking with the force of it. he rides you through it, gentle now, soft presses of his tongue that prolong the pleasure until you're twitching away, too sensitive.
he crawls up your body, kissing you so you can taste yourself on his lips. "you okay?" he asks, searching your face.
"more than okay," you breathe. "i want you inside me."
he groans, dropping his forehead to your shoulder. "you're going to kill me."
"but what a way to go."
he laughs, shaky and genuine, and reaches for his nightstand. you watch him roll the condom on with trembling fingers, and when he positions himself at your entrance, he pauses.
"are you sure?" he asks, and he's so careful, so calm, that your heart aches.
"yes," you whisper, "yes, beomgyu, i'm sure."
he pushes in slowly, filling you inch by inch, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. by the time he's fully seated, he's shaking again, sweat beading on his forehead.
"you feel—" he swallows hard. "you feel incredible. you're so warm, so tight, i can feel you pulsing around me—"
"move," you beg, wrapping your legs around his waist. "please, beomgyu, move."
he does. he sets a rhythm that's unhurried, deep, nothing like the frantic pace of him by himself. each thrust is deliberate, angled to hit that spot inside you. he keeps his eyes locked on yours, refusing to look away, and the intimacy of it is almost too much—being seen, truly seen, by someone who spends his life hiding.
"i've got you," he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours. "i've got you, you're safe, you're perfect—"
"you too," you gasp, "you're perfect, you're so good, beomgyu—"
he makes that sound, the one you know from his streams, that broken keen of overwhelming pleasure. but this time it's for you, only you, and the knowledge sends you spiraling toward the edge again.
"close," you warn him, "i'm so close—"
"me too," he pants, "together? can we—"
"yes," you cry, "yes, together—"
he reaches between you, thumb finding your clit, and that's it—you come apart beneath him, your orgasm ripping through you with devastating force. he follows seconds later, burying his face in your neck and groaning long and low as he spills into the condom, his hips stuttering.
for a long moment, you just breathe together. he stays inside you, not wanting to break the connection, pressing soft kisses to your throat, your jaw, anywhere he can reach.
"hi," he whispers finally.
you laugh, breathless. "hi."
"that was—" he shakes his head. "i don't have words. i've never—i've never done that with anyone. the real thing, i mean. not performing."
"i know," you say, stroking his hair. "i could tell. it was better."
"yeah?"
"yeah. no performance. just you."
he pulls back to look at you, and his expression is so vulnerable, so open, that it takes your breath away. "i want to do this again," he says. "not just the sex. the... the being real. with you."
"you're asking me to be your girlfriend?"
"i'm asking you to be my secret," he says, and then winces. "that sounds terrible. i mean—i mean i want to know you the way you know me. all of me. the parts i show the world and the parts i don't."
"and the parts you show the camera?"
he blushes, the color spreading down his neck and chest. "those too, if you want. i mean, you could—if you wanted to watch, or even—" he bites his lip. "you could be in the room. off-camera. or—i don't know. i'm getting ahead of myself."
"i like the idea," you say softly. "of being your secret. of knowing the real you."
he smiles, and it's the first genuine smile you've seen from him. "then it's a deal?"
"it's a deal."
he kisses you, slow and sweet, and you can feel him stirring inside you again, already ready for round two. you groan against his mouth.
"again? already?"
"you inspire me," he murmurs, rolling his hips to prove his point.
"insatiable."
"only for you."
after, when you're both exhausted and tangled in his sheets, he pulls out his phone and shows you his streaming account. the notifications are insane—hundreds of messages asking about the mysterious girl, if he's okay, when he's coming back.
"what are you going to tell them?" you ask.
"the truth," he says, "or some version of it. that i found something real. that i'm taking a break to figure out what that means."
"are you? taking a break?"
he looks at you, and his expression is soft, fond, completely unguarded. "maybe. or maybe i'll start a couples channel." he winks, and you shove him, laughing.
"pervert."
"you like it."
you can't argue with that.
monday at school, everything is different and nothing is. beomgyu still walks the halls with his perfect posture, his perfect smile, his perfect reputation intact. he still holds doors and remembers names.
but now, when he passes you in the hallway, he lets his hand brush yours. when he sees you at lunch, he winks—just a tiny flicker of his eye that only you would notice. and after school, when the building empties out, he pulls you into the student council office and kisses you against the desk where he signs attendance reports, his hands roaming under your skirt while he whispers filthy things in your ear.
"you're terrible," you gasp as he marks your neck with his teeth. "someone could walk in."
"let them," he breathes, "let them see what a good boy i am for you."
you come apart with his fingers inside you and his name on your lips, and when you open your eyes he's watching you with that same expression of wonder, like you're the most precious thing he's ever seen.
"tonight," he whispers, "come over tonight. i'm going to stream, and i want you there. in the room. in the frame, if you're comfortable."
"you want to show me off?"
"i want to show them what real looks like," he corrects. "i want them to see me with someone who knows me. all of me."
"okay," you say, "okay, i'll be there."
he kisses you once more, soft and sweet, and then he pulls away, smoothing his clothes back into place.
that night, you sit on his bed while he sets up the camera. he looks nervous, fidgeting with his lighting, checking his angles.
"hey," you say, and he looks over. "you're going to be amazing. just be yourself."
"which self?"
"all of them," you say. "i love all of them."
he stares at you, eyes wide, and then he crosses the room in two strides and kisses you hard enough to bruise. "i love you too," he breathes against your mouth. "i know it's fast, i know it's crazy, but i—"
"i know," you say. "me too."
he pulls back, smiling that real smile, the one that's just for you. "ready?"
"ready."
he hits go live.
"hey everyone," he says, and his voice is warm, confident, completely genuine. "i'm back. and i brought someone with me. someone who knows my secrets. someone who makes me want to be real."
he holds out his hand. you take it, stepping into the frame.
the chat explodes. tips flood in. but beomgyu isn't looking at the screen anymore. he's looking at you, only you, and his smile is the truest thing you've ever seen.
"this is her," he says softly. "my dirty little secret. and i'm never letting her go."
he kisses you while hundreds of strangers watch, and for the first time, you understand. this isn't about hiding. it's about being seen. and now, finally, you both are.
a/n: thank you for reading! beomgyu is a mess but he's a mess who deserves love and also to be absolutely ruined on camera. if you want a part two where they explore the couples streaming dynamic let me know ^//^ also yes soobin definitely knows and is just waiting for beomgyu to tell him, yeonjun has already figured it out and is taking bets on how long until they get caught, taehyun is confused but supportive, and kai just wants to know if this means he gets free premium access (he does). thanks again for the request! ♡
summary ༯ when your roommate disappears 24/7 and comes back with ripped clothes a little too often, it’s only normal for you to question what he’s doing
→ part one //smau, fluff, gn!reader
warnings: swearing, usual shenanigans, larping being a spider-man fan i just like the idea of kai being a superhero & dedicated to my best moot @aweinkai because wawi is the best!! features from katseye yoonchae, cortis’ james and other txt members
“You love your boyfriend more than anything; so much so that you decide to pay a visit to him while he‘s on duty, a perfect excuse to gawk at his perfect form and charming self. Unbeknownst to you (like always) the act only causes Taehyun to stress, forced to watch you attract attention like a magnet and have people flirt with you left and right— even your understanding boyfriend has his limits, you know.”
lifeguard!Taehyun x fem!reader
Genre: established relationship, beach au, fluff, smut
Word count: 9.6K
warnings: bimbo/ditzy/feminine mc, mc is called a queencard bc idk, mc gets horny every three seconds, mc has nipple peircings and insane pretty privilege, (I have nothing to say for myself.) everyone in this damn beach wants her, she gets hit on by both men and women. alcohol consumption, (no one gets drunk) use of pet names (baby, my girl etc.) and the words boyfriend/girlfriend, lowkey public indecency.. teasing, possessiveness, a little jealousy.
smut warnings: dom!taehyun, sub!mc semi-public sex, marking, thigh riding, degrading, possessiveness (again!), rough sex, biting, breast play, grinding, oral (f. rec) multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, strength kink, tae picks the mc up, praise, dacryphilia, creampie (lemme know if I should add anything!)
Notes: alternate title: my strange addiction (kang taehyun) this fic is nawt meant to be taken seriously!! (I blacked out halfway through writing and editing this) Can you tell that I have tropes that just have a deathly chokehold on me? Embarrassing…
Kang Taehyun feels his heart stop the moment he sees your car pull up.
A peaceful, thirty-minute break quickly turns into a meditation session the moment he sees your hot pink Porsche convertible pull up, straight from a Barbie movie as the fuzzy dice that hang from the mirror bounce around— even from the top of the hill where the parking lot is at, he’s still able to spot you with eerie ease.
You’re as energetic and bubbly as ever as you exit the car, laughing with your friends as you fail to notice Taehyun’s heated stare; your friends however, are much quicker to catch him, sharing knowing looks amongst themselves and laughing softly.
His face feels hot as he quickly looks back down, his gaze downcast as he goes to scroll on his phone as a distraction— like instinct, he opens Instagram, your newest story popping up on his feed as he finds himself gulping nervously.
Beach day!! >v< the picture is captioned, your bright smile practically blinding as you pose with your friends— you practically steal the spotlight with ease however, especially when you’re wearing a pink halter top with a Hawaiian flower pattern that exposes your breasts perfectly, the dip allowing your gold necklaces to rest in between.
God, Taehyun sighs, running a hand through his hair as he hears your bubbly laugh from a distance, it’s so difficult having such a hot girlfriend.
A hot girlfriend who’s practically an influencer, he adds, counting down the minutes before he has to go back on duty as he remembers how successful your social media page has become. You didn’t mean to do it on purpose— you simply wanted to document your life and style like any other person would— but it seems as though you attracted much more attention than you anticipated.
A few hundred thousand followers and plenty of sponsorships later, however, you quickly found yourself titled a true “queencard”— not that you wanted to be, anyway.
You took your newfound “fame” with a grain of salt however, living your life as normal and continuing to document your lavish and busy lifestyle— in turn, Taehyun asked you to keep your relationship on the more private side.
It wasn’t that Taehyun didn’t want to be seen with you; if anything, he adored showing you off, enjoying the way no one could take their eyes off you whenever you entered a room— off his girlfriend. He was very vocal about the love and pride he held for you, but he also preferred to keep his life away from the media. And like the angel you are, you accepted his wishes without any hesitation.
Like Taehyun, you absolutely adored your partner; you were quite obsessed with him, honestly. If he’d let you, you’d fill your feed with him, your camera roll that was already filled with pictures of him begging to be posted as your mind told you that he could be an influencer as well— because who were you kidding, he’s so smoking hot.
“Girl, you need to stop staring before you start drooling,” Chaewon says, helping Wonyoung unload the bags from the car as they begin to laugh and tease you. You simply whine at her comment, biting your lip before you force yourself to look away; how could someone look so attractive by just scrolling on their phone?
“I can’t help it,” you cry, taking a beach bag from Wonyoung in order to help, “he’s just sooo hot!”
“And you let us know every time,” Wonyoung laughs, nudging your side as she gestures toward the beach before her, “don’t you at least wanna get closer?”
Like an eager puppy, you nod, getting a head start as you walk down the steep path towards the beach; you can hear your friends yelling at you to be careful, but all you can currently think about is Taehyun— Taehyun and his rippling muscles, Taehyun and his tan skin that’ll be left exposed to the hot sun, Taehyun and his chain that you love to tug on when he’s on top of you…
Oh my god, you realize with dread, your thighs rubbing together as you stop to wait for your friends, I’m so horny right now.
The curse of having such a hot boyfriend— you literally got soaking wet from the very thought of him.
The last thing you would do is have your friends realize, however, much too embarrassed to let them in on your more intimate thoughts as you scan the beach, looking past the groups of people for a good spot to settle down; lucky for you, you find a spot between the lifeguard tower and a concessions stand.
“Here here here!” You yell, running towards the spot without hesitation as your friends are forced to keep up; you ignore the feeling of the sand slipping into your sandal pumps, much more distracted by the fact that you’ll be able to see your boyfriend on duty.
Taehyun, ever the innocent victim of your antics, remains clueless as to where you’re setting up at the moment; he sits at the tables on the other side of the concession stand, still scrolling through his phone as he counts down the minutes before he’s on duty once more— sighing, he looks up from his device, his eyes scanning the hill before him as he inevitably finds your car— he can’t help but frown once he sees that you’re no longer there.
Where could you have run off to, he wonders, walking over to the headquarters in order to go back on rotation— he’s unable to stop thinking about you, already dreading how much of a distraction you’ll be to him as he makes his way over to his platform— only to stop, his breath stuttering as he sees the very sight he’s been dreading. (See: fantasizing.)
You’re wearing that same denim mini-skirt that always drives Taehyun crazy— actually, you’re not even wearing it anymore, his teeth sinking into his lip as he watches you strip innocently. The bikini bottom you wear matches your top, the same pink with the Hawaiian flower pattern; the shameful excuse of a bottom barely covers you, yet you don’t really seem to notice as you tie a sheer beach skirt around your hips.
Dangerously, you pull your shirt over your head; and if Taehyun wasn’t flustered enough by your bottoms, the matching top definitely did the trick— how it barely managed to cover you almost impressed Taehyun, his mouth drying as he took note of the way you tied all the strings into cute little bows, adorning your hips and back as your friends complimented you over the cute set— puffing your chest out proudly, Taehyun swore he almost fell to his knees as he took note of the piercings that poked through the thin fabric.
Oh god. He’s screwed.
You and your friends are quick to set everything up; you’re eager to lay back against the towel as Wonyoung runs to the ocean, yelling at the two of you to go with her as she laughs with joy.
“No thanks, I’ll stay here,” you say, getting comfortable as you stretch under the sun, the warmth making you smile as you reassure Chaewon, “Actually, I think the place over there has a mini bar— I might go get a drink.”
With one last goodbye and a yell along the lines of get me one, I’ll meet you there! Chaewon leaves, sand kicking up behind her as she begins to chase after Wonyoung; the two look beyond happy as they enter the water, the sight endearing as you finally get up.
Unbeknownst to you, Taehyun watches like a hawk; he couldn’t get his eyes off you even if he wanted to, the sway of your hips and the shining sun on your skin much too enticing as he watches you leave, bitterly taking note of the way the men nearby begin to drool over you.
Taehyun isn’t an insecure person— he’s far from it, and he knows damn well that you’d choose him over any other man on this beach. But he’s also tempted to run after you, to claim you as his and show everyone just how much you like him— but he remains professional, feeling his ears turn red as he snaps out of his lewd fantasies.
You haven’t even talked to him, but he’s already feeling desperate for you.
Being a lifeguard has its perks— today’s perk comes in the form of his tall seat, being able to get a good look at the whole beach, and you. More specifically, the way you cutely lean against the counter of the bar, pouting like always as you take a second to stare at the menu.
“So…” you trail off, pursuing your lips before you’re smacking your lips, tapping your ID rhythmically against the wood as you feel the worker staring at you intently, “I’ll just have two margaritas. And a water. Please?”
The worker before you is bright and quick to work as he nods, stumbling over his feet for a second before he’s making you your drink; you don’t think you’ve ever seen someone work so fast as he hands you your order, sliding over an ice cold water bottle as well.
“Thank you! How much do I owe you?” You exclaim, placing your purse over the counter as you begin to dig for your wallet; only for him to interrupt you, stuttering out a quiet Oh, wait, as you look up at him with innocent doe eyes, waiting for him to continue.
“It’s on the house,” he smiles, watching as you can only let your jaw drop at his words; unsure of what to do, you glance back at your order, left speechless as you take a second, only to look back up at the worker in surprise.
“Really?” You ask breathily, tilting your head as you lean in closer to read their name tag— Jay simply nods, smiling sweetly as they reassure you that you don’t need to pay, “Oh, you’re so sweet!”
You’re laughing at the way Jay turns slightly red, surprised at his kind act as you ask one last time if it’s really okay— he reassures you once more, opening his mouth to say something before another customer is approaching, taking his attention as he reluctantly leaves your side.
Taking a sip of your drink, you can’t help but feel the smile stuck on your face as Chaewon finally appears to join you; she’s soaking wet as she stands with you under the shade of the bar, thanking you with a cute smile as she takes the margarita you hand her.
“How much? I’ll pay you back,” Chaewon says, gesturing at the drink before her as you simply shake your head in response.
“No need. It was free!” You say, giggling at the way Chaewon looks at you incredulously.
“Free?” She echoes, watching as you only nod eagerly in response, “how?”
“Dunno,” you say, licking at the rim that’s dusted with sugar, “that Jay guy was just really sweet!”
“Or attracted to you,” Chaewon muses, nudging you playfully as she gives you a mischievous grin— she laughs as you shake your head defensively, painfully unaware of your pretty privilege as you fail to notice the way Jay glances back at you, clearly hoping to talk to you again.
“I got this for Wonyoung,” you say, gesturing to the cold water bottle that’s currently dripping over the counter, “gonna go give it to her, wanna come with?”
Chaewon shakes her head, gesturing to her unfinished drink as she tells you to go ahead; watching you go ahead, she waits for you to get out of earshot, turning to the employee before she’s narrowing her eyes at him.
“Can I get a water please?”
Without another glance, Jay nods— “That’ll be one-fifty.”
Barking out a laugh, Chaewon grins, proving her theory right as she watches Jay turn red from the realization that she caught on— being friends with you proved to come with more benefits than she realized, she thinks, biting back another smile as she goes to drink her margarita. Turning around, she watches you fondly— and more specifically, the way you begin to walk past the volleyball game that’s going on, making your way back to your setup as the men playing begin to take notice of you.
“Hey baby,” a man calls out, drawing your attention as you simply hum politely in response, “Why don’t you come play with us?”
You can only muster out a soft laugh at that, shaking your head as you ignore the way your body begins to heat up from all the attention; shyly, you refuse their offer, unsure of what to say as you feel their eyes taking you in slowly.
“Oh, I’m not that good,” you say, shaking off their amused laughs as you hold Wonyoung’s water bottle close to you, feeling the perspiration drip onto your forearm, “I probably wouldn’t be very useful on your team.”
Your response is genuine; you know you’re not good at volleyball after countless failed attempts to learn, much more content sitting on the sidelines and watching your perfect boyfriend absolutely dominate during his games— the thought is enough to have you fighting back a fond smile, brought back to reality by the way the man talking to you takes a step closer to you.
“ ‘s okay, I can teach you,” the man grins, spinning the volleyball expertly in his hands as his teammates nod in agreement. You’re unsure of how to refuse them now, but a sudden sharp whistle is taking all of your attention as your head whips to the source of the sound.
You practically feel like an overexcited puppy as you spot Taehyun, on duty and scolding a group of teenagers for who-knows-what. Without another thought, you run over to him, leaving the group of men who can only call for you to wait— their words fall deaf on your ears as you feel your heart beating faster, calling out his name and watching as he finally spots you running over to him.
“Hyun!” You say, waving cutely as you watch him smile fondly at you— you think your heart could burst as you practically jump into his arms, feeling him stumble back from the impact as you throw your arms around his neck fondly.
“Taehyun!! Baby, hi!!” You say, bouncing on your feet as you pull away to pepper kisses on his cheek; all he can do is laugh as he falls victim to you, muttering a soft “okay, okay” as he pats your back fondly.
“Baby, baby, I’m still working,” Taehyun reminds you, watching you pull away with a small oh right, that tumbles from your lips. His hands are still on your waist as his fingers trace over the fabric of your beach skirt, and you can’t help the way you burst into giggles as you take him in.
“What, what’re you laughing at?” He asks, brows raising as he tilts his head curiously; you can only shake your head, wiping the bottom of your lip as you attempt to calm down.
“My lip gloss is all over you,” you say, watching as he simply laughs at your comment, his dimple on display as he reaches up to rub at his cheek— it barely works, but he doesn’t seem to mind much as he finally lets go of you.
“Did you get yourself a drink, pretty?” He says, nodding his head at the water bottle you hold in your hands; you nod, smiling happily as you recount the events that happened in your head.
“Yeah, the worker there is super sweet,” you gush, glancing back at where you see Chaewon still leaning against the counter, waving at you happily as you’re quick to return the gesture, “he gave me my drinks for free.”
“Did he now?” Taehyun asks, raising a brow at you as he watches you nod innocently. Glancing back at the shop, he sees Jay, who can only avert his eyes and hide from his sight. Looking back at you, his gaze softens as he takes in the way you practically glow under the sun, “that’s very nice of him.”
Taehyun wishes nothing more than to be able to go back off duty and enjoy his time with you; instead, he needs to wait another four hours before he can properly show you just how happy he is to see you— unbeknownst to you of course, much too eager to be outside on such a nice day as you ramble about things with no clear end in sight.
“I need to go back to work, baby,” Taehyun sighs, smiling at the way you begin to whine immediately, “I know, I know— I wish I wasn’t working today either.”
Bringing you in closer, he places a soft kiss on the tip of your nose before he’s taking a step back, the dazed smile you send him enough to have his heart fluttering as he returns it without a thought.
“ ‘m just happy I get to see you.”
His words clearly affect you as you attempt to stutter a response, hitting him with a whine the moment he tries to laugh at you fondly— you can tell he’s reluctant to leave, but the same group of teenagers as before seem to be causing a ruckus once more as he sighs, bidding you goodbye before he’s off.
You can only stand and stare with dismay, pouting as you watch him turn his back to you— his toned, broad back, with a waist so small you’d do anything to wrap your arms around it— or even better, your legs…
You groan as the same dangerous train of thought begins to hit you, your eyes squeezing shut as you force yourself to turn around— to walk straight to where Wonyoung lays without glancing back at your boyfriend, the task much harder than you’d think as you hear his sharp voice scolding the group of teenagers.
He sounds so hot, you think to yourself, wanting nothing more than to run away with your man and have him fuck you stupid behind the concession stand, oh my god, I want him so bad.
“Wow, this thing is freezing,” Wonyoung says, taking the water bottle from your hands gratefully. Watching as you slump down next to her, Wonyoung pauses, trying to guess what might be wrong before she follows your line of sight.
“Ah,” she mutters, taking a long drink from her water before she sighs, “Are you sad you can’t talk to your boyfriend?”
“He’s being professionalll,” you groan, throwing a hand over your eyes as you lay back, the pout forming on your face second nature at this point, “I just wish he’d stay over here!”
“It’d be a danger to the public if he just stopped doing his job,” Wonyoung reasons, watching the way you reluctantly agree with her, “plus, it was your idea to visit while he was on duty.”
“I didn’t think he’d look so fucking hot!” You admit, crossing your arms over your chest in defeat as Wonyoung simply laughs in amusement. Opening your eyes, you’re surprised to find Chaewon looming over you, a smile on her face as she takes her seat on her towel beside you.
“You always think he looks hot. Also, the bartender over there totally wants you.” Chaewon pipes up, calling Wonyoungs name as she gestures to the water bottle in her hands before gesturing back to the mini-bar.
“Don’t tell me,” Wonyoung says, staring down at the item in her hand as Chaewon nods in confirmation, “wow, that’s pretty impressive.”
“It’s nothing, he was just being nice!” You refute, ever an airhead and your friends simply shake their heads in response, “It’s true!”
“He didn’t bother looking back in my direction once you left,” Chaeryeong points out, glaring playfully at Wonyoung who laughs at her comment, “not to mention, those guys playing volleyball were literally drooling over you.”
“Wait, I saw that— I was kind of scared for a second,” Wonyoung admits, Chaewon nodding along as she confesses that she was about to jump in when you finally managed to escape, “you’re so lucky you managed to leave before things got weird.”
To be honest, you stopped listening around that last part— well, it’s not like you weren’t listening, it’s more like you weren’t really contributing to the conversation as you take notice of Taehyun, more specifically the way he’s playing with a child around the shallow end of the ocean, watching as he manages to make the child laugh, his eyes bright and fond as he takes good care of the toddler.
The sight practically has you melting, and you’re forced to bite your lip to suppress your smile— but then again, you’ve never really been good at hiding things— especially with the way you find your friends looking in the direction you are, the two of them sporting knowing smiles as they exchange a look.
“Oh girl,” Wonyoung sighs, going to lay on her back as she puts on her sunglasses, “you’re drooling again.”
Shit, you totally were.
-♡-
The next three and a half hours pass by painfully slowly— for Taehyun, at least.
It seems that you’re finally able to take your eyes off him after a period of adjustment, and he’s able to watch from his post as you enjoy yourself in the ocean, splashing around with your friends as the three of you have fun and remain carefree.
Carefree is probably one of the last words Taehyun would use to describe himself at the moment— it was a given that being a lifeguard was unpredictable and difficult, but being on duty while having his hot girlfriend that attracted attention like a magnet there with him was next-level.
He couldn’t even begin to count the number of times someone managed to hit on you in the past hour— from what he saw, at least— it was ridiculous, really, even more so because you were never able to pick up on it. Ever.
Taehyun couldn’t take his eyes off you for one second without a new person approaching you; he chalks it up to both your beauty and the fact that you’re one of the most approachable people Taehyun has ever met.
He’s never been happier to own sunglasses than today— or else you definitely would’ve caught him watching carefully as a random woman your age offered to put sunscreen on you, your friends back in the ocean as you opted to take a moment to rest under the sun instead.
“Your swimsuit is so cute,” she told you, her voice filled with a flirty lilt as it managed to travel to Taehyun’s ears; you had been as clueless as ever, holding your top up with your hands as you allowed her to untie your string and lotion your back— he tried to give this random stranger the benefit of the doubt, but it was really difficult to with the way she massaged you gently and leaned over to speak into your ear.
“Are you single?” The implications of her words barely registered in your head before thoughts of Taehyun were overpowering your brain, a smile involuntarily tugging at your lips as you tried to hold back your giddy giggles in order to answer.
“She’s not.”
You could feel the woman’s hands still on your shoulder as the two of you looked up, your smile only widening as your eyes met Taehyun’s— at least you think, he was currently wearing sunglasses. (Which he looked really hot in, of course. You think you would’ve jumped on him by now if it weren’t for the risk of you flashing the entire beach.)
“Oh, I’m sorry,” the woman behind you said, laughing nervously as she quickly went to stand; you couldn’t help but be confused by the way she hurriedly said goodbye to you, but all your questions were answered once you turned around to meet Taehyun’s irritated face, his brows pulled together in a frown as he let out a soft tsk.
“Hyun, are you jealous?” The question is enough to have him snap out of his daze, blinking wildly behind his shades before he’s pushing them up and onto his head, pushing his wet hair back and exposing his forehead as he did; looking down at you, he can’t help but soften at the sight of you and your cute wide eyes, letting out a soft chuckle before he’s patting your head fondly.
“No, I’m not.”
You watch as he settles down behind you, taking the previous woman’s spot as he murmurs for you to turn around. You’re facing forward once more, taking in the pretty sight of the beach as you shift on your knees, sitting back on your legs as you wait for him to do something.
“You looked pretty jealous,” you muse, looking down to watch as he takes the sunscreen bottle that was left at your side; the smell of the lotion fills your senses once more as you hear him open it, squeezing some on his palm as the sound of his airy laugh reaches your ears.
“Well, it’s not exactly nice to watch another person feeling up my girl,” he reasons, watching as you straighten up at his comment, “why didn’t you ask your friends for help baby?”
“Mmmh, they’re busy and she offered to help,” you confess, shivering at the feeling of the cold lotion against your shoulders, “and she was not feeling me up.”
Unbeknownst to you, Taehyun can’t help but feel frustrated at your comment— your naivety made it difficult to make a point sometimes, and this was one of those moments as he was unable to stop the deep sigh that escaped him.
“She wasn’t?” He asks, and you can’t help but gasp as you feel his touch become further; fingers digging into your flesh, massaging your shoulders tenderly as he leans in close to whisper into your ear, his hands roaming your body so slowly you think you might melt, “so what do you feel now that I’m doing it?”
Horny.
“I… I feel like I’m in the wrong,” you admit, stuttering softly as he begins to come back up to your shoulders, his dainty hands going past your collarbones and down your arms; slowly, he makes his way down, leaning forward as he does so until he’s pressed firmly against your back— his firm chest against your back, his hands reaching for your own as he interlocks his fingers with yours.
You can feel his hair tickle against your neck as he presses a slow kiss against the back of your shoulder, biting your lip as you fight back the desperate whine that threatens to escape from you.
“Glad you realize,” he laughs softly, letting go of you and sitting back as he takes a moment to inspect the beach; you can’t help the sadness that fills you as he begins to stand, only to pause as he notices your dejected state.
“Do you need any more help?” He asks slowly, watching as you nod happily before you’re laying down across the towel; he thinks he might lose his job as you look back at him, batting your eyes prettily as you send him a coy smile.
“Do the rest for me?”
Taehyun hesitates. On one hand, it wasn’t very professional of him to lotion up his incredibly gorgeous girlfriend while on duty— not that the public was aware of the fact that you two were together, anyway— but on the other hand…
“How could I say no to you,” Taehyun sighs, kneeling at your side and taking the lotion bottle from you as he decides fuck it— he has half an hour left anyway.
Your skin is warm to the touch; both of you are sighing in contentment the moment his hands meet your skin, massaging the lotion into the rest of your back as he tries to remain as professional as possible.
You, on the other hand, are not doing that great.
If there’s one thing that tests your self-control more than anything, it’s Taehyun— especially Taehyun that has his hands all over you, his touch firm and soothing as he begins to massage the back of your thighs— if he sees you squeeze them together, he doesn’t bother to let on, your mind fogging with horrible and lewd thoughts that would have your boyfriend red and flustered within seconds.
The last of your resolve crumbles the moment his fingers ghost over your waist; dipping under the skimpy string of your bikini bottom, reaching toward the back before he begins to cop a feel— you can feel your breathing begin to pick up as he’s moving up, tickling against your sides before he’s reaching past your top; fingers massaging against the sides of your breasts, cupping what he can before he’s squeezing coyly. Flustered, you bury your head into your arms, listening to the way he laughs teasingly, his hands drifting away just as quickly as they appeared before he’s going to ask you if you’re alright teasingly.
“I need you,” You whine, the words muffled against your arms as you dig your head deeper into your arms.
“Hmm?”
This seems to be your last straw; sitting up, you scramble to keep your top on as you turn around to face Taehyun, taking him in in all his sun-kissed glory, sure that you look beyond flustered and destroyed by now.
“Taehyun, I need you so bad,” you whine out, scooting closer to him as you watch his eyes widen with your unhinged rambling, “I’ve been trying to be good this whole time and distract myself, but it’s so fucking hard because I’ve been wet from just looking at you— Hyun baby, I’m so hmmf—!”
Taehyun is impressed by how easily you’re able to fluster him— he’s sure his ears are completely red as he presses his palm firmly against your mouth, taking in the way you look at him with wide, teary, and fucked out eyes.
He takes a deep breath in order to control the dangerous feeling of desire that flows through him.
Exhaling deeply, he takes a second to look at the clock posted by the headquarters— he feels his body relax with relief as he slowly pulls his hand away from you, giving you a warning look before he gestures at the time.
“Fifteen minutes,” he says, leaning in and muttering the words in his deep, glorious voice, “can you be good for me for another fifteen minutes?”
You think you might die if you don’t take him right now.
“Yeah,” you breathe out shakily, watching as Taehyun laughs at your pathetic state.
“Good,” he says, standing up and getting ready to leave before another lifeguard realizes he’s been talking to you this whole time, “just wait for me, baby.”
You’re a bit dejected as you watch him leave you, back to being his perfect and professional self as he spots abandoned swimming equipment from the rental shop; he can feel your heated gaze on him the entire time, forced to stifle a laugh as he glances back in your direction curiously— you’re shamelessly staring, a pout on your face as you carefully re-tie your top once more.
Please, you think to yourself, choosing to lie back against your towel and clear out your thoughts, your eyes fluttering shut as you take a deep breath, please let these next fifteen minutes pass quickly.
-♡-
Taehyun knows the exact second his fifteen minutes are up— only because you trot up to him like an excited puppy, your beach skirt flowing in the wind as you wave at him excitedly.
“Will you let me clock out at least?” Taehyun asks, letting out an amused laugh as you immediately attach yourself to his side; you give him a quick nod of your head in response, telling him to lead the way as you refuse to leave him anytime soon.
“Missed you so much,” you say, eyes sparkling as Taehyun can only throw his head back and laugh in bewilderment at your comment, “I’m serious! It’s hard to keep my hands off you, Hyunnie.”
“Don’t worry, I feel the same,” he hums, slowing his steps to place a gentle peck on your cheek, “Wait for me? I’ll only be a moment.”
Nodding happily, you tell him you’ll go get him a drink— you know he could use it, taking in his tired steps as he walks back to headquarters with a sigh— turning around, you spot your friends already at the bar, waving you over as you make your way to them happily.
“He’s finally off?” Chaewon asks, watching as you nod with a bright smile on your face, “that’s good. You two can spend some time together now— especially now that the sun is beginning to set.”
“Not that you weren’t already,” Wonyoung teases, watching as you try to defend yourself with useless stutters as she continues to poke fun at you.
“I— can I just get a water?” Giving up on trying to win the argument, you turn back to the same worker from earlier, watching as Jay jumps in surprise the moment your eyes meet his.
“Oh, of course,” he mutters, placing the ice-cold refreshment before he clears his throat, face turning red as he avoids eye contact with you, “you don’t owe me anything, we’re closing soon and the register is already locked.”
Letting out an embarrassed laugh, you can’t help but glance at your friends, feeling your face become hot as they send you sly looks; Jay seems to be just as flustered as you, bowing politely before turning around and resuming his closing tasks— biting your lip, you suppress another laugh, your friends already mouthing things along the lines of I told you so, as you simply push them playfully, looking around to see if Taehyun has come back yet.
“This for me baby?” Taehyun’s hand is warm on your waist as he appears behind you, looking over your shoulder and smiling as you eagerly hand him the water bottle in return.
He’s quick to drink, much thirstier than he realized as he practically begins to gulp it down; he can feel your stare on him the whole time, fighting back a smile as he closes his eyes in an attempt to ignore it.
He looks like a model, you think, watching him fondly with hearts in your eyes; the day hasn’t looked nicer than it does now, the beach almost empty now that the sun has almost set and the weather growing cooler as the waves crash against the shore, the golden rays of the sun practically leave Taehyun glowing. Playfully, he pushes you away, unable to hold back his laugh any longer as he scolds you to stop staring! You can only laugh sheepishly as you try to deny doing so, but you know he’d never believed you from how clingy you’ve been with him all day.
“You’re so sweet Jay,” Taehyun smiles, the said male practically jumping out of his skin at the mention of his name; turning around slowly, he laughs awkwardly, meeting eyes with Taehyun, who snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you closer as he tilts his head teasingly, “for not charging my girl. I appreciate it.”
“Yeah, of course,” Jay stutters, eyes downcast as he feels his face burning from the attention, “figured it was for you, so I didn’t bother ringing it up.”
Taehyun only hums in appreciation at the man’s comment, slightly irritated at the way he’s able to lie through his teeth so easily; turning away from him, he takes the chance to look at you, smiling fondly and leaning in for a chaste kiss that has you melting against him.
“Gross. Get a room you two,” Chaewon scoffs, covering Wonyoung’s eyes playfully as the two tease you endlessly.
“Gladly,” Taehyun smiles mischievously, rolling his eyes at the way your friends gag in response, pulling you against him as you steady yourself with a hand on his chest, “mind if I steal her away from you guys for a bit?”
“Go ahead,” Chaewon says, waving the two of you away with ease, “bring her back in one piece, please.”
I’ll try, is all Taehyun says, pulling you along and laughing at the way you eagerly follow along with one last goodbye to your friends, clueless to the way Taehyun’s jaw ticks with annoyance as he pulls you away from your friends— and right towards headquarters, making his way to the back of the building, secluded by trees and the hill you came from.
“Tae, what’re we doing here—?” Your sentence is briefly cut off with Taehyun’s mouth against yours, the kiss harsh and desperate as you quickly become a mess of spit, moaning weakly against Taehyun’s mouth as he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip.
The string of saliva that connects you two as he pulls away has you whining breathily, steadying yourself with two hands placed firmly on his shoulders as you allow him to corner you, walking backward as his firm hold on your hips forces you to be pressed against the wall.
“You drive me so fucking crazy,” he growls in frustration, attaching his lips right under your ear as he begins to suck— you’re gasping in response, clinging onto him desperately as you already feel your knees become weak. Pulling away from you, his dark gaze meets yours, heated and sharp as he takes in your fucked out state.
“Do you have any idea how hard it is to have my pretty girl get flirted with by everyone that lays their eyes on her?” He asks, shifting your hips towards him as he slots his thigh between yours with ease, “to just watch it happen because she’s too much of an airhead to realize what’s happening in front of her?”
The whimper that escapes you from his words is downright embarrassing; but it’s enough to have Taehyun’s lips back on yours, eager to keep you quiet as his fingers begin to play with the strings of your bikini.
If there’s one thing Taehyun is an expert at, it’s pleasing you with every part of his body— which is exactly why he’s able to have you turn into a mess under him in seconds, flexing his thigh and bouncing it as his strong hands force your hips down on him more; he’s controlling your every movement, his grip on you bruising as you wonder if it’ll leave a mark on you later.
“You’re already wet,” Taehyun muses, feeling the way you claw at him uselessly, throwing your head back against the wall as you try to set the pace yourself, only to fail miserably, “barely took anything and you’re already dripping all over me.”
The pleasure becomes overwhelming as Taehyun begins to litter kisses all over you, biting at you softly as he slowly begins to make his way down to your breasts; with a breathy moan, you jut out your chest, the sight making Taehyun let out an airy laugh as his eyes flicker back up to your face to watch your expression carefully.
“Such pretty tits,” Taehyun grins, kissing on top of the fabric as he watches your eyes flutter shut, his eyes flickering back down to the metal that pushes against the thin top, “which ones are you wearing today baby?”
“The ones you got me,” you reply, biting your lip as you open your eyes, clouded with lust as you grind a little harder against Taehyun’s thigh, “the heart ones.”
His warm mouth against your breast is enough to have you letting out a sigh of contentment; a hand immediately threads itself in his hair as you feel his tongue laving over your nipple through the fabric, tracing the jewelry carefully as you jut your chest out to him in response. His hand comes up to slip itself under the fabric of your swimsuit, grabbing your breast and squeezing teasingly before he begins to circle your other nipple.
You feel dizzy, his touch practically everywhere as your eyes flutter shut, trying your best to keep your noises to a minimum as you bite your lip— but it’s useless, especially with the way he’s practically on you, his warm body on yours as you’re able to feel his erection against you.
Whining hopelessly, you let go of his hair, allowing your hand to trail down as you get a good feel of his body— his strong muscles, his abs that flex in anticipation as you begin pawing at his swim shorts.
“Please please please,” you cry, slipping a hand past the barriers and stroking his dick slowly, your hips picking up the pace as you hear him groan lowly into your ear, “please fuck me Hyun, I need you so bad and I’ve been waiting so patiently for you…”
“Have you?” Taehyun asks, relishing in the way your hand struggles to keep a pace, shivering slightly at the way you tighten your grip on him for a second, “because all seen today is the way my little attention whore of a girlfriend can’t survive if my eyes aren’t on her for a second.”
“Did you have fun seeing the way everyone else drooled over you?” He asks, pulling your hand away from him harshly before he’s stepping in between your legs, hooking one of them around his waist before he begins to grind against you, “did you like seeing me jealous, sweet thing?”
“I didn’t mean to,” you gasp, feeling him prod against your entrance as he unties your beach skirt with deft fingers, the cloth fluttering to the ground as he begins to grind against you harder, “I didn’t know—!”
“Oh, you didn’t know?” He mocks, taking pity on you for a second before his gaze is hardening again, “you never know, dumb little thing.”
It’s almost shameful how hard your pussy clenches at his words; you’ve made a mess of your bottom as Taehyun groans, eyes catching the way you’ve left a damp spot already.
“God, you really can’t control yourself, hmm?” He asks, cooing at you softly as he takes in the way you’ve already begun to tear up. The sound of distant voices has him pausing, and you feel as though you’re afraid to breathe as your wide eyes meet Taehyun’s.
“Did Taehyun leave already?” The voice is immediately recognizable as Taehyun narrows his eyes, listening to Yeonjun, one of the other lifeguards on rotation today, talk to someone else.
“Yeah… he left a few minutes ago,” Jay responds, and you can’t help but raise a brow as Taehyun takes a step away from you, about to mouth what are you doing? before he’s sinking to his knees before you, throwing a leg over his shoulder as you can only watch helplessly.
“With that one girl?” Yeonjun asks, your eyes widening as you glance over in the direction the sound comes from; you’re quickly brought to the man in front of you as he begins to litter kisses all over your inner thigh, biting the skin softly as he murmurs eyes on me. Shakily, you nod, letting out a shaky breath as the conversation from the two filters back to you two once more.
“Yeah, you saw her?” Jay says— Taehyun’s nimble fingers are undoing the ties of your bottoms with such ease that you can’t help but gasp as the fabric slips off, your pussy left for display as your boyfriend takes in how needy you are with a satisfied smile.
Taehyun’s tongue is warm and teasing as he circles it over your clit, letting his spit coat you freely before he’s pressing firm kisses against your bud— you're forced to slap a hand over your mouth as he begins to suck on it, his tongue running over the sensitive bud as you feel your thighs shaking around his head; his hair is wet and ticklish as it touches the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, and you’re forced to concentrate in order to not let an embarrassing sound slip from your lips.
“Man, of course I did— she was fucking hot,” Yeonjun’s confession is enough to have Taehyun working harder, fingers prodding at your entrance and eagerly stretching you out as you choke back on a moan— in any other situation, you would be loud enough that Taehyun would have to stop to tease you about it, but the thought of either of them hearing you was much too mortifying as Taehyun began to slowly pump his fingers.
Your body said otherwise, however.
“I saw you give her those drinks for free,” Yeonjun teased, and you listened to the way Jay simply groaned at the reminder; you, on the other hand, were forced to remain quiet, your eyes rolling to the back of your head the moment Taehyun added a third finger, picking up his pace and bringing you closer to your high as you began to rock your hips against his face subconsciously, feeling his tongue beginning to wander as it licked all over your pussy— curling his fingers, you sighed, feeling the way he flattened his tongue against your clit before he began to pump his fingers once more.
“I thought I’d try to make a move on her or something,” Jay confesses, the embarrassed tone to his voice not lost on you as you feel yourself grow hot— your hand presses harder against your mouth as you reach down to thread your fingers through Taehyun’s hair, pulling him closer against your pussy as you subtly try to communicate that you’re close; he seems to get the hint as he does his best to keep his ministrations up, your eyes squeezing shut as their conversation continues to flow into your ears.
“But that was before I knew she was his girl,” Jay says, sighing as Yeonjun replies with an incredulous seriously? “Yeah, you should’ve seen the way he looked at me when he caught on, man. I was scared for my life.”
You’re sure you know how Taehyun was looking at him— at least, if it’s any resemblance to the way he looks at you now, his eyes filled with pure possessiveness and anger that it has you coming undone in seconds, a weak moan escaping through your hand as you squeeze your eyes shut. Taehyun helps you ride out your orgasm diligently, the lewd sounds of his tongue cleaning you up making you flustered as you cover your face in embarrassment.
He’s sucking teasing marks all over your inner thighs once more before he’s standing back up, prying your fingers apart gently as he whispers for you to look at him; your eyes are needy as you blink up at him, and Taehyun swears you’ve never looked more beautiful as you practically glow before him, his eyes darkening at the reminder that you’re all his— his coworkers could only dream of getting close to you, let alone having you in the position he does now.
“My pretty girl,” he sighs out, smiling at the way you throw your arms over his shoulders, bringing him in closer until you’re pulling him in for a tender kiss— it doesn’t last long however, your breathy whines making Taehyun press against your cunt once more, feeling how much wetter it’s gotten as he begins to kiss you senseless.
“My girl,” he repeats, pulling away to trail his kisses down to your neck, beginning to suck carelessly as he feels you reach down to pull his cock out, “all mine. Mine.”
His sudden possessiveness is new to you as you can only remain pliant under him, allowing him to do whatever he wants with you as he finally aligns himself at your entrance; biting your lip, you bury your head in the crook of Taehyun’s neck, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel him tease you— rubbing the head of his cock up and down your slit, feeling the way you clench around nothing as he grinds against you subtly— it’s enough to have you digging your nails into him, whining into his ear that you need more as you feel his tip begin to nudge at your clit; you think you might lose it as you feel his precum drip all over your cunt, your hips shifting toward him involuntarily to try and chase the feeling.
Your mouth is falling open the moment he’s entering you; stretching you out, sliding in inch by inch as he feels your pussy fluttering around him uncontrollably— he can feel the way you’re gasping against his skin, and he’s hooking your leg over his waist once more as he presses you firmly against the wall of the building.
You’re shaking like a leaf against him; whining for more, biting and kissing at his skin absentmindedly as you grind against him, your cunt dripping and sucking him in as the thought of keeping quiet slowly escapes your mind.
It’s enough to have Taehyun tugging you back, pulling on your hair teasingly before he’s planting his hand firmly over your mouth— his eyes never leave yours, the conversation of the two men nearby muddled in your ears as Taehyun begins to move.
It’s slow at first, the grind of his hips against yours allowing his cock to hit deep into you, the wet sounds of your cunt around him making you feel slightly shy before the thought is completely thrown out the window— you could care less of what’s happening around you as he begins to thrust roughly against you, your body rocking from the motion and your eyes threatening to flutter shut as you feel his cock hit against your sweet spot; but you refrain from doing so, much more entranced by his gaze as he slowly begins to pick up the pace, the sounds that come from you getting more difficult to muffle as you feel yourself getting overwhelmed by the pleasure.
The reminder that there are two people that could hear you has you looking over to where they stand, feeling your heartbeat pick up from the anxiety as you eye that direction carefully— you’re quickly snapped back to reality the moment Taehyun is jerking your head back to him gently, tightening his hold on you as his gaze darkens.
“Eyes on me,” he whispers, rolling his hips just the way you like as though to make a point.
Eyes on him. Eyes only on him, you think, struggling to think anything coherent as his hand reaches up to pull your breasts out from your top, the flesh spilling out and beginning to bounce freely from the way Taehyun is fucking you— the heart jewelry that adorns your nipples shine at him, the sight making your boyfriend let out a weak moan as you feel him twitch inside you.
“So lucky to have you,” Taehyun sighs, reaching over to your other leg as he briefly lets go of your mouth— not before taking one of your hands and placing it over your mouth, pressing his hand firmly over your own as he gives you a stern look— and he hoists you up, leaving you completely at his mercy as he begins to bounce you on his cock, the feeling making you slap your other hand over your mouth as you eyes roll back from the pleasure.
“Stupid little airhead, only has eyes for me,” he rambles, laughing quietly to himself before it breaks out into another moan— he’s practically driving you into the wall behind you as he fucks into you roughly, able to set a much faster pace as he watches your tits bounce in his face lewdly, “god, so glad to have you all to myself— you’re perfect, cute little pussy was made for me.”
You clench down on him at that, feeling as though you’re going crazy from the pleasure— that, and the way your boyfriend looks, feeling your nails dig into your cheeks as you take in his messy, wet hair, his tan skin and muscles that flex from using his strength on you, and his face that’s contorted with pleasure as his lips become bruised with how much he’s biting on them— in an effort to keep himself quiet, he hovers over you, placing his head directly next to yours so he can moan and whisper to you freely.
“Wanna cum?” He asks, feeling the way you’re beginning to clench uncontrollably; frantically, you nod, tears beginning to pool in your eyes as you look at him with pure desperation in your eyes.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he grins, knowing that you’re too fucked to even speak correctly, “mine, and only mine.”
You’re trying to choke back on your sounds as you wonder if doing that is even possible— then he slows down, grinding into you and burying his cock as deep as possible as it begins to kiss your cervix— coyly, he leans down, his hair tickling your collarbone as he wraps his mouth around your breast; circling your nipple with his tongue lewdly, covering it in his spit and tracing over the heart-piercing before he’s blowing air on it— you’re shaking from the feeling of him, unsure of how you’ll do what he asks without blowing your cover completely.
“Hyun…” you whine out quietly for him, sniffling as he slows down his pace, almost stilling inside you as he watches fat tears run down your cheeks with cruel eyes, “Hyun, I’m only yours— I only want you, no one else, promise I only think of you, love you so much…”
The way you’re hiccuping from the effort to choke back on your sounds has Taehyun groaning, taking a deep breath in order not to come before he’s pressing his lips firmly against yours— then he’s resuming his pace, watching as you quickly quiet yourself as your body bounces from how hard he’s fucking you.
It’s too much— you’re falling apart the moment he’s bringing a hand over to circle your clit, supporting you against the wall and holding you up with his other arm as he watches you fall apart, his mouth opening in a silent moan as you tighten around him, pleading breathily for him to cum inside as you do so.
“Yeah? Want me to fill you up?” He asks, riding out your orgasm as he buries his head into your neck, “have you dripping with my cum while other people try to flirt with you? Give you a little reminder of who you belong to, fuck…”
With one last harsh thrust, he buries himself deep in you, finally coming undone and filling you up with his hot cum as you moan against your hand— the harsh bite he leaves on the juncture of your neck has you whimpering weakly, hands becoming limp and falling against his chest as he presses the rest of his body against you, holding you up as the two of you pant and try to regain your composure.
“You’re too good to me,” Taehyun finally sighs out, placing soothing kisses over the place he bit you, listening to the way you laugh softly in response. You’re throwing your arms over his neck as one of them moves to his nape, pulling him away from your neck and bringing him in for a sweet kiss— you’re reluctant to part as you speak, unable to hold back from pecking him between your words as you do so.
“You’re too good for me,” you say, pausing to give him a kiss, irresistible as always as he laughs breathily at your words, “you’re always putting up with me.”
“Not your fault you’re irresistible,” Taehyun smiles, watching as you grow shy under his comment despite the fact that he’s still bottomed out inside you, “I still love showing you off.”
“I wanna show you off too, you know,” you pout, hitting his chest gently before you’re pausing, biting your lip uncertainly as you tilt your head, “if you’re okay with that.”
Taehyun realizes quickly what you’re referring to, unable to stop the fond laugh that escapes him as he takes a second to think.
“Sure. I’d like that.”
It takes a second of you celebrating cheerfully to finally sober up and ask Taehyun to put you down— your legs are wobbly as you feel your face grow hot, his cum immediately leaking out of you as you whine in embarrassment for him to not stare— he can only shake his head in amusement at your antics, helping you clean up with the only thing he’s able to find at the moment.
“Wait, that’s my favorite beach skirt,” you whine, not putting up much of a fight as Taehyun kneels before you, your leg thrown over his shoulder as he cleans you up, placing gentle kisses along your inner thighs as he does so.
“I can wash it,” he replies, unable to hide his grimace as he tucks it away in his pocket; the sight is enough to have you giggling, readjusting your swimsuit and fixing your appearance before you’re hiding behind Taehyun, asking him if his coworkers are gone yet.
“The coast is clear,” he hums, scanning the nearly empty beach as he spots your friends sitting by the ocean, chatting idly amongst themselves.
“You don’t think they heard us, right?” You ask, blinking at him innocently as the belief that you did a good job keeping quiet runs through your head— the sight is enough to have Taehyun soften, letting out a sigh before he’s nodding his head.
“Yeah. You were so good for me.”
Taehyun knows better, though— but he doesn’t really mind, because now he knows that he won’t have to worry about either coworker flirting with you the next time you come to the beach.
hiii this is for the 2k event, i wanted to ask if u write hybrid!au cause yeonjun dressing up as nick wilde has got me feeling a little delusional. if u don’t completely ignore this but if u do, can i request fox yj and maybe bunny reader?
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"Yeonjun is adamant that you’re a pretty, porcelain doll. You’re more than ready to shatter that idea and show him that you’re stronger than he thinks."
fox hybrid! yeonjun x bunny hybrid! reader // wc: 1.9K // genre: hybrid au, pwp. this is just straight filth im sorry. MDNI.
warnings dom!yeonjun, sub!mc, somnophilia (consensual), oral (f rec.) pet names (bunny, good girl), degrading, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, degrading, kitchen sex, manhandling, dacryphilia, begging, scratching, possessiveness, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampies, aftercare kinda, girl idk i literally just dissociated when i wrote this i forget how exhausting this all is!!
Notes: the healthcare system is fucked even in fanfiction, you can’t escape.
Every decision you’ve made throughout your relationship with Yeonjun has led to where you are now:
Face down, ass up, tears in your eyes and words muddled through the drool that spills through your lips.
You’ve told him countless times that you’re not fragile; that the sweet, docile image he has of bunny hybrids is nothing but a sham, and that you can take anything he offers with a confident stride— and though he simply laughed in endearment and shook his head at your claims, you insisted. You insisted throughout all the sugary sweet times he made love to you, during all the moments where you felt his hands hesitate to hold you, as though he was afraid that putting pressure on your body would be enough to make you shatter.
The words were tiring to both his and your ears at some point: the petulant whines asking for more, your pathetic attempts to try and take control and change the pace entirely— Yeonjun’s sharp, narrowed eyes that flickered at you in warning was the harshest thing you received from him— but judging by the shivers that flowed down your spine like water, your fluffy tail twitching in attention, you knew that your body only craved for more and your brain wouldn’t settle down until you got your way.
You could say that he warned you. He really did, technically, sitting you down for a serious talk about something you two never really discussed in detail. You watched with wide, slightly confused eyes as he explained to you that his heat was approaching, and that you definitely shouldn’t be around for it— when you perked up to interrupt, he merely shook his head to shut you down and continue his explanation.
“I usually take medication, but my insurance no longer covers my usual prescription.” he told you, his ginger ears twitching in annoyance from the mere memory, “I’m taking a leave from work for it, and… I want to spend this time alone.”
“It gets intense… I don’t want to hurt you.”
A bruised ego and terribly confrontational personality was truly a god awful combination. Though you suppose it helped you for the better, considering that after a good argument with your ever-so loving and doting boyfriend, he finally gave up.
You can remember the sight so vividly; his ruffled hair, the fluffy tail that whipped from side to side as he finally slumped back against the couch, out of breath and exhausted— his ears pinned against his head in defeat the moment he took a good look at you, in all your still fired up and energetic glory.
He knew it was a losing battle the moment you cocked a challenging brow at him, as though begging for him to continue.
The word okay has never sounded better from your boyfriend's mouth.
••••
That all leads you back to today. It’s been— oh, you really can’t remember. A day? Maybe two? You don’t think it matters at this point, since the only thing that fills your mind now is the feeling of being full, stuffed, and warm.
Yeonjun gave you a chance to back out the second he opened the door for you. He spoke to you calmly, softly, nervously, watching you hop around his living room and throw your overnight bag on his couch, overjoyed to be taking such a monumental step forward in your relationship. You dismissed every slow, anxious sway of his tail as you ate dinner together, listening intently as he told you about how he’s gotten with his previous partners.
It was too much for many of them. He gets aggressive. He gets insanely needy, it goes on for hours, even throughout the night.
You prayed that he didn’t notice the pathetic clench of your thighs and slight arousal as he told you about his details, nodding sweetly when he asked if you were okay with doing the things he mentioned.
You established a safeword, coddled him the moment you noticed his temperature beginning to rise, and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead as you murmured your goodnights.
About six hours passed when you first felt it; you’ve always been a light sleeper, so you were doomed the second your sensitive ears picked up on the sound of restless rustling behind you. You tried your best to ignore it, your drowsy mind eager to go back to sleep, but the white noise of sheets moving around was quickly accompanied by something else— breathy, desperate gasps.
“Bunny…” Yeonjun’s raspy whine was enough to have your ear twitching slightly; more rustling, and suddenly, a scorching heat hovers behind you. “Bunny, need… need you s’bad…”
His hands are heavy on your skin, almost scorching with the way he restlessly makes his way up your shirt, groping at your tits before they slide down your stomach, feeling you up all the way down before they stop at your thighs— without warning, he presses flat against you, a hand snaking beneath your body to wrap around your stomach and pull you flush into him. He was so hard, so needy that the very feeling of your soft ass pressing against him was enough to rip out a broken sob from him.
“Let me fuck you,” he murmured against the shell of your ear, words that slurred together showing that he was also half-awake, probably not too aware of his actions and the way he rutted into you helplessly, “C’mon bunny, lemme use you.”
Your ass that pressed back into him and the sleepy whine that left you was enough for him.
You can only remember drifting in and out of consciousness that night; the sloppy, wet sounds of skin against skin and desperate grunts was nothing but white noise to you at that point— Yeonjun was glued to you for hours on end, fat cock thrusting harshly into your poor, abused cunt, filled with so much cum that it could only smear onto your inner thighs and his balls, leaving a mess you wouldn’t be able to clean anytime soon.
When you woke up, you were on your back— your pussy was sore and a whine bubbled up uncontrollably from your throat, hips canting up and against Yeonjun’s face— your hands were shaky as you fisted the sheets, tears pricking your eyes as you listened to Yeonjun’s sweet nothings against your skin, leaving bites and kisses against your thighs as he promised you that he’d be quick, that he just needed to eat your sweet cunt— you’d get cleaned up nicely after.
Yeonjun was a liar, of course— because none of his sweet promises included his burning desire to fuck you after you came, cleaning you up only to push his cock back in and fuck you right into the mattress; legs pressed against your stomach, wails leaving you as he plunged into you with abandon, frantic hands scratching down his back as you cried from the overstimulation— it only ended with him pressing deeply into you and emptying yet another load into your tired cunt.
The semblance of normalcy that followed after didn’t last very long, either— yeah, getting carried to the shower and having him clean you up and scrub you down was nice, and sitting at the counter as you watched him make a quick breakfast was nice too, a heartwarming glimpse into a domestic future with him— but you were only able to get halfway through your meal before Yeonjun decided that he’d much rather bend you over the kitchen counter and have you there instead— moaning wantonly as he watched your trembling legs fail to keep up, buckling under his pace and forcing him to hold you up with his insane strength— and just when you thought he was getting tired, he simply flipped you on your back and laid you on the counter instead; he always did think you looked really pretty when you were totally fucked out, anyway.
Maybe that’s when hours started blending together— he was sweet and caring when he needed to be, cleaning you up with a feather-like touch and kisses that warmed your heart— only to give you the whiplash of the century when his pupils dilated and the only thing he honed in on was you.
You. You you you.
His ears would press against his head and his tail would flicker dangerously, narrowed, focused eyes meeting your bleary ones with ease; you could only sit there and let him maneuver you however he liked, shivering and falling limp with each time he’d slide his cock into you, as though you finally felt complete.
You looked so breathtaking to him— under him, over him, whatever position he suddenly found himself needing you in— teary eyes and swollen lips calling his name like a mantra, a prayer, a plea for him to use your body until he got his fill.
There was something so addicting about the way you trembled from the overstimulation, sobbing and writhing yet never saying your safe word. It had Yeonjun fascinated, the guilty part of his mind berating him for trying to see how far he could take things— yet, no matter what he did or what he said, you only seemed to beg for more, like you’d been waiting for this moment for ages.
“Take it, T-take it like a good toy,” Yeonjun hissed, fingers digging into your hips as his cock battered into you ruthlessly. You merely cried and moaned, cotton tail wiggling with every drag against your walls, the soft fur coated with dried cum, “said you could handle it, right? Stupid fucking bunny— nothing but a cumdump for me, hmm?”
Your squeals and chants of yes! Yes yes yes! only spur Yeonjun on even more— his body feels as though it’s on fire, bright hair sticking to his sweaty skin as he merely pushes himself further— you can practically feel his back hover over your own, able to tell that he’s close from his faltering pace and shaky breaths that fan across your skin.
“Want me to breed you?” he asks, though there’s no need to ask anymore if the previous loads he’s dumped into you are any indication of your answer. Yet he still does, almost like instinct; it’s much more satisfying to hear you beg for it, anyway.
And you do— your begging is so cute, how could he ever resist? Yeonjun’s nails might break your skin with how tightly he’s holding you, teeth digging into his pouty lip as he pumps himself into you, once, twice, then empties out everything he has to offer— your back arches and your hips move back to try and glue yourself to him, crying out his name in satisfaction as he fills you for the nth time of the night.
The way you keen out, the sight of your ears that are pinned to your head along with your tail that shivers with satisfaction is like drugs to him; he’s hopelessly addicted to you, to all of you, from your stuffed cunt that continues to suck him in to your soft voice that whimpers out at every sensation you offer him.
Such a good girl, Yeonjun thinks to himself, butterfly kisses spanning along your sweaty skin, your barely conscious form curling into him for more, how did he get so lucky?
Even after he’s given you a moment to rest, laying down with you on top of him, you still cling onto him, sighing in content as you allow him to cockwarm you, already bracing yourself for the moment he feels himself needing you again. And as you both drift into a much needed nap, Yeonjun can only find himself thinking one thing.
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