#“he won't even let you touch him” god please 😵‍💫

[sluttywonwoo]

heat stroke

pairing: song mingi x f!reader

summary: they say laughter is the best medicine… but dick is pretty good too. (insp by ye hao in gq china’s heat stroke bc mingi’s wearing the same shirt 😵‍💫)

warnings: swearing, reader is sick, smut 18+ ; mdni (warnings under the cut)

word count: 1.8k

smut warnings: unprotected sex, creampie

“how’s that feel?” mingi asks as he lays the damp washcloth across your forehead.

"feels good, thank you," you sigh, smiling softly.

"of course, my love," he responds. your eyes are still closed but you can hear him smiling too. "i'm sorry you aren't feeling well."

"s'okay," you mumble.

your boyfriend makes a sound of disagreement. "you work too hard. it's run you ragged."

"no, it's just this time of year," you argue.

"what, the middle of the summer? don't people usually get sick in the fall and the winter?"

you shrug noncommittally. "i dunno."

"mmmm, i think it's what i said," he continues, knowing you're too weak to put up much of a fight. "you have to promise me you won't jump right back into work once you start feeling better, okay? you've gotta take it slow."

"yeah, yeah."

mingi sighs but he doesn't push any further. you're already feeling crummy, you don't need his badgering on top of that.

"is there anything else i can get you, baby? anything else you need?"

you seem to think about it for a moment before answering. " will you hold me?"

he softens and cups your cheek with his palm, thumb tracing your cupid's bow. "always."

mingi rounds the bed and crawls under the covers behind you, wrapping an arm around your middle as he spoons you. he can feel your fever radiating from your body, manifested into heat that engulfs the entire bed.

"god, you're warm," he murmurs.

"i know, i'm sorry."

"no, no, baby don't apologize. i know you can't help it. feels good, to be honest."

"you don't have to lie," you grumble.

"i like it! i promise!"

he does like it. just like he likes being close to you like this. he hates that you're sick but he enjoys getting to take care of you- something he doesn't often get the chance to do because of how stubbornly independent you are. you're barely letting him look after you now. you only relented and allowed him to when the doctor told you that you weren't contagious, and even so, you're still hesitant to accept his help.

mingi sighs contentedly and pulls you further into him, resting his chin on your shoulder. he expects you to fall back to sleep since you've been drifting in and out of it for most of the afternoon and you always sleep better when he's holding you, but after a few minutes of laying there, you start to shift in his grasp, twisting around like you're uncomfortable.

"what is it?" mingi asks, kissing your neck softly. "is something wrong?"

you shake your head but you don't stop moving against him either and it suddenly dawns on him why you asked him to 'hold you' in the first place. "babe, what are you doing?"

"nothing..."

"it doesn't feel like nothing."

you whine quietly, knowing you've been caught. "touch me?"

your boyfriend clicks his tongue. “baby, i don’t think that’s a good idea. you're sick!"

"i'm feeling better," you insist.

"you’re still burning up. we don’t want to make your fever worse with any strenuous activity. not to mention, you’re supposed to be resting.”

“i rested all day!”

“yeah, that’s how being sick works, dork. you gotta give your body time to heal itself.”

mingi thinks he hears you grumble something about how it’s had plenty of time already but he doesn’t quite catch it.

“we can have all the sex you want when you’re back to a hundred percent, okay?” he offers.

you don’t seem pleased with his proposal but it’s not like you have another choice.

“will you kiss me at least?” you ask pitifully.

you’ve craned your neck back to look at him, using the pout you know he can’t resist to your advantage. predictably, mingi folds like a lawn chair.

“of course, baby.” he softens as he places a hand on your neck to pull you close and leans in.

it’s just a chaste peck at first but it’s searing nonetheless. your poor lips are cracked and dry even though mingi’s been trying his best to keep you hydrated. they feel like they’re on fire, burning an imprint that mingi can l feel on his own lips once he pulls away.

you don’t let him off that easily though, and chase the kiss until he finally relents and kisses you back so you don’t strain yourself. by that point you’re practically on top of him, straddling one of his thighs as you moan into his mouth.

“you’re hard,” you point out once you finally come up for air this time.

“you were pushing your ass back into me and now you’re trying to make out with me, obviously i’m going to be hard,” your boyfriend mutters.

it also doesn’t help that you’re grinding on his thigh and he can feel the wet heat of you through your panties.

he knows you’re aching for him and he feels guilty having to turn you down but the last thing he wants is for you to feel worse because of him.

“we could do something about that,” you suggest.

“i can do something about that later,” he amends. “try to sleep.”

"what if i just lay there and let you do all the work?"

"oh, so you mean normal sex for us?"

"i would smack you if i had the strength to."

"it was a joke! you know it was a joke!"

you cough weakly. "i'm sick, you're supposed to be nice to me."

"i am being nice to you," he insists, "i'm taking such good care of my girl, aren't i?"

"you could be taking care of her in other ways too," you point out.

mingi groans. "you're insufferable."

"your fault for having a perfect cock."

"oh, it's my fault?"

"yeah, that's what i just said."

mingi tongues his cheek. "still feeling well enough to be a brat, huh?"

"always."

"and you're sure you're feeling well enough for sex?"

you nod against him. "yes, baby. please?"

"what if i just touch you down here," he asks lowly, shifting his weight to lay you back on your back so that he can slip a hand beneath the waistband of your panties.

you suck in a breath as his fingers find your clit and start to circle it with practiced ease. he keeps the pressure of his fingertips light, touching you the way he does when he's trying to get you worked up, knowing you're already way past that point. he can't help teasing you a little, wanting to get back at you for being such a menace.

"mingi," you whine, pushing your hips up to meet his hand.

"you're not supposed to move, remember?" mingi chides.

"you're making it hard on purpose," you protest.

"you're one to talk," he mutters. "you don't want me to get you off with my fingers?"

"i want your dick."

mingi pretends not to hear you at first but he only plays with you a few moments longer before he relents, sliding his hand back out from your underwear and sucking his fingers clean.

"fine, but we're going slow," he says. "and if you start feeling any worse you have to tell me, okay?"

"i will," you promise.

"atta girl."

he pushes back the covers just a little and removes the washcloth from your forehead, folding it before placing it on the nightstand. you watch him yank down his sweats and spit into his palm, stroking himself a couple of times before positioning his body over yours.

"aren't you going to take them off?" you ask, glancing down at your own underwear.

"nah," your boyfriend answers. "just gonna pull 'em to the side. this won't take long."

you don't get the chance to tell him off for his smug comment because he kisses you as soon as the words leave his lips, pulling your panties to the side just like he said he would and slipping the tip of his cock inside of you. you're so wet that there's barely any resistance when he pushes in further but you still gasp at the feeling of being stretched around him.

mingi checks in with you as soon as he bottoms out, panting only slightly as he asks, "feel okay, baby?"

"better than okay," you moan. "h-how does it feel for you?"

he doesn't know how to put it into words. it's incandescent, the heat of you, engulfing him entirely.

"different," is what he manages to choke out.

"bad different?"

"no... fuck no. it's- your pussy is so hot. your fever..."

your eyes seem to widen with the realization.

"does it hurt?'

"no, baby, it feels good," he assures you, "feels fucking really good."

you whine and try to push your hips up into his again, desperate for him to fuck you harder, but he's quick to stop you with a hand to your chest.

"we had an agreement," mingi mutters. "you're supposed to just lay there and take it like a good girl, or i'll stop."

you mumble out a half-assed apology and mingi chuckles. "it's okay, i know it feels good. but we don't want you to end up feeling worse later on."

"i know, you're right."

"let me make it up to you," he murmurs, snaking one of his hands down in between your bodies so that he can rub your clit again.

your reaction is immediate. you get even tighter around him and let out a gasp that turns into a whimper.

"gonna cum?" he asks, grinning when you nod. “told you it wouldn’t take long.”

his confidence is honestly unmatched for someone who’s also hanging on by a thread. but how could he not be confident when he has you dripping onto the sheets, when he has you begging him to fuck you even when you’re achy and fever-ridden.

“cum on me, cum all over my cock,” he urges, willing himself to last long enough to fuck you through it.

somehow he finds the strength and staves off his own orgasm until you're crying his name and gushing around him. he's careful not to crush you when he cums, holding himself up on shaky arms as he fills you.

as soon as the room has (mostly) stopped spinning, mingi's badgering you with questions. the post-nut clarity has him rethinking everything. he shouldn't have let you convince him to fuck you. he should have had more self-control.

"how are you feeling? was that okay? was it too much?”

“it was perfect,” you promise him, reaching out to squeeze his hand. "thank you for taking care of me."

he breathes a sigh of relief and lets his head drop back on the pillow. "anything for you, baby. i'll get a towel to clean you up, and another one for your head. you get some sl-" he's interrupted by a soft snore before he can finish his sentence. you'd beaten him to the punch and fallen asleep almost immediately after he had taken your hand. you were one step ahead, like always.

[ceilidho]

"like he can't even focus on anything else except getting his mouth on yours the second he sees you. It's just: *mumbles* "Hi kitty" *immediately ducks his head to kiss you with tongue*"

omg I can't stop thinking about fwb possessive best friend soap and how almost insatiable the sex would be once soap and reader start their fwb. like years and years of longing and pining and lust and trying to turn your relationship around and now he finally is getting to fuck you? that man's sex drive is going to be insane. has fucked you on probably nearly every surface of your apartment and his too, if you have plans to go out with friends or co-workers you're absolutely going to have to pull over so you two can fuck because he won't stop kissing you and touching you, he was already all over you before but it's even more now it's like it's straight up impossible for him to not be alwaya touching you and not escalate things to sex. you constantly have to cover up the most difficult and obvious marks and hickeys even tho you've told him several times he can't mark you. 😵‍💫

he would lose his mind for a couple weeks, maybe even months, to be honest.

Pent up, horny guy in his mid 20s finally getting a crack at the love of his life? his best friend? the girl he's been dreaming about since he had his first wet dream, that he's been stroking his cock to for years and years? I mean, your friends probably wouldn't expect to even see the two of you for at least a fortnight.

Going out to a movie with friends and he can't stop sliding his hand up your thigh, even when you shush him and push it away, he keeps whining in your ear, "c'mon, c'mon, please kitty, no one can see. Jus' for a second, jus' a minute" it's always 'just a second', 'just a minute', but then he's hurrying you out of your chair and out of the theatre to the bathroom. Thank god everyone's back in the theatre because he does hoist you up against the flimsy bathroom door and fucks you until your toes curl and you're forced to bite your arm so you aren't too loud.

It would be impossible to get his mouth off your pussy if you let him eat you out. Plans for brunch with friends? Forget about that if you let him talk you into letting him tongue your cunt after waking up (and again, he still shouldn't be spending the night because that's not your arrangement, but it's so hard to say no to him when he whines about being tired and spreads out like a starfish in your bed).

[howdoyousleep3]

For prompt list!! <3

Bucky x female reader, “no panties, babygirl?”, spanking, bedroom 😵‍💫😵‍💫

Love u mama k!! <3

...and we're off and running! 🤤🤭

Notable Tags: Daddy Kink, Brat Taming, Light Dom/Sub, Manhandling, Dirty Talk, Groping, Biting Word Count: 800 words

"Should'a known. You only run your mouth when you got somethin' to hide, darlin'..."

Even though you've long lost your feisty energy, even though Bucky's broken you down over the course of an evening at a lengthy and, quite frankly, annoying gala, you're not done; there's always some fight left in you.

Bucky tells you it's one of the reasons he's obsessed with you.

"No, got nothing to...to hide."

"Oh, babygirl," Bucky coos hot against the nape of your neck, the noise contradictorily sweet to the harsh way he holds your wrists tightly together at the small of your back. "You know better. You're not about to get off on a technicality.”

You grit your teeth. So he does know.

“In fact, you're not about to get off at all."

Your pussy aches when she hears those words, clenches desperately around nothing, wet and willing just by the few stern touches Bucky’s given you since you arrived home. He dragged you straight to the bedroom, feet betraying you even as you hissed every step of the way.

That’s how you knew you were in for it. If he wanted to fuck you, he would have taken you right on the floor of the entryway of your apartment.

But now your cheek is being pressed into the wall of your shared bedroom, wrists locked together in the grip of Bucky’s metal fist. You’re sure he delights in rubbing his erection, cock hard like steel even behind his dark dress pants, against the curve of your ass.

Your ass that’s bare underneath the thin material of your dress.

"You think Daddy wouldn't find out?" he whispers into your ear, his opposite hand rubbing along your hip, down between your thighs. You gasp, noise ragged and sharp as he cups your mound, squeezing it in his mitt for a hand as if he owns your pussy. It almost hurts, the careless way he digs his fingers wherever they land, but it hurts so good.

He does own it, you hear a voice in your mind remind you, and you curl your lip in a silent growl.

His touch sends a primal feeling all throughout your being, fogs up your brain almost enough to send you spiraling out of your bratty haze and into a much sweeter one. He's not touching you to please you; he's touching you to show blatant ownership.

"Daddy," you give in with a little whimper, and Bucky's teeth sink into your shoulder when he purrs. You mewl, high and whiny, hips bucking up into his palm, and you can feel his smile grow on your skin.

"No panties, babygirl?"

You merely whine in response.

"That's a pretty bold choice, don't you think?"

This time when he touches you, his fingers do so with purpose. They find your clit with ease, rubbing at it with divine accuracy, the pressure making your eyes almost roll back into your head.

This time you have no response whatsoever for him.

"Could smell you all night, this hot little pussy," he whispers into your ear. "You do that on purpose to distract me? 'Cause I made you come to a gala? 'Cause Daddy made you do somethin' you didn't wanna do?"

Your vision blurs as your core tightens, Bucky's fingers slowly unwinding that ball of defiant anger that spent all night eating at you.

"There she is," he damn near groans into your neck when you let out another mewl, one that vaguely resembles Daddy. He groans again when he lets go of your wrists, hand sliding up to cup your tit through your dress, squeezing at it too.

"I'm feeling generous, so you decide," he starts, voice hypnotizing just as his fingers are. "We won't argue about whether or not you deserve a spanking because you do. That isn't up for negotiation."

Your bratty huff is disguised as a whimper.

"But you choose where you want Daddy to spank you. You want 'em on your ass...or this pussy?"

"Oh my god. Daddy...!"

"You choose," he reminds you again. "You choose where you wanna get spanked, but Daddy gets to choose what hole he gets to fuck. So you keep that in mind, babygirl."

For you, the choice is simple. You whine out your answer in the perfect pitch of baby talk that you know goes right to Daddy's dick, adding on a please to sweeten the deal, and Bucky's chuckle turns into a groan as he pulls you back from the wall.

"Alright, sweetheart. You know how Daddy likes to see you. On the bed."

When you go to pull at the thin straps of your dress to take it off, feet fumbling as you make your way to the bed, he stops you with a sharp noise.

"Daddy wants you to keep that on..."

[linpunny]

Okay so as promised I'll throw you together a few random Taiju Headcanons my head came up with so it won't be silent hehe 🫶

Taiju has to bleach/dye his hair to get his signature look and one time he accidentally grabbed your dye, walking around half pink and he absolutely hated it but when it faded enough to dye over it he was kinda upset because he always got reminded of you when he saw his hair

HATES it when someone touches his hair but you can do everything with it. wanna make funny updos? He'll sit still for you. Braid it? You got it. Curl it? No problem.

Also his tattoos. He's such a sucker to have you trace them or pepper kisses along them especially the text above his hipbone

Talking hip bones. your man is SO defined and could melt when you take your time admiring him, fingers tracing his V-line only for you to add little purple marks to his hipbones

He could burst from the anticipation because you're so close to his length and it's so god damn intimate to him when you kiss him so close but not quite

That's a moment where you see that he's putty in your hands, eyes fluttering shut, head tilted back ever so slightly and his big hands cradling your head or his fingers running through your hair

He won't ever push your head onto him unless you explicitly tell him that he can do that. He might not look like it but it's a consent king.

Your body language is second nature to him as well. He reads you so well and if anything looks off he immediately stops everything he's doing to ask if you're okay / if you need anything

He would let you put a collar onto him if you ask nicely- only if you'll wear one too for him at some point

He actually has a ring with your name engraved on it. It's not a wedding ring or anything but he wears rings often and that one he rarely takes off, only if he really has to

We all know his favorite position is the mating press because you just look so fucking small beneath him and the way your belly bulges from him makes him lose his mind

Fucks his seed into you just so you're nice and stuffed but god he wants to have a child with you so badly

Dad!Taiju who's the biggest softie for his little bundle of joy, letting them sleep on his chest at all times and he almost cries when the tiny hand can't even hold onto his finger properly

He kinda hoped he would have a boy first and then a girl so he could raise his son to protect his younger sister but he would be overjoyed no matter the gender

Because the fact that this is a product of his love for you. The child has your eyes and he swore he couldn't love anyone more than you but then that little bundle of joy entered his life

Spoils them rotten just like you! Would do the dumbest things no questions asked. Wears a tutu and attends little tea parties if asked and ready bedtime stories every night, giving every character a different voice and he really does a great job at being a father

— Rhy 🫶

I frew upped

BAJAKAKAKSKKSKSKSKS

Please please I’m dying I’m crying im screaming and creaming, chasing my tail scratching at the walls, chugging his cum—- and and he I the stuffs me so well so I feel full 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 keeps me warm and cozy with yummy cummy ANJAISKSKSKSKS

COLLAR?! I mean I uh I have a really nice leash and collar obviously but but HIM IN A COLLAR??? I’ll break my fooking hands beating the table right now KAKAKAKAKSKSNNSNS restraining his hands too while I ride him? HELLO the 14% switch in me is clawing at my chest cavity trying to emerge REEEEEEE

The ring he has a ring with my name on it oh my god I’ll cry shut upppppppoo please 😭😭😭 that’s so sweet I love him I’d get one with his name too maybe those ones that leave an imprint/ skin tattoo when you wear them. 😩

Matching mating press always always 🥺 soul mates. Constantly thumbs over the bulge he’s making, loves feeling how deep he is just as much as he loves to see it.

I WORSHIP THIS MAN. HE IS MY GOD ILL RUN MY TONGUE ALONG EVERY SINGLE TATTOO ON HIS BODY. trace em with my lips, nibble, mark , cum on em. Just wait hold on tracing over his v-line fuccccck me. Mmmm I’m so unwell. I just wanna kiss all over his well cut torso, his abs, his hips, that slight happy trail he his—— im gunna be sick

I can’t, consent king 🙇‍♀️ and couple that with how observant his of me. I give him complete consent, absolute territory of my body. But just imagine him looking down at you and he sees that twinkle in your eyes, the way there half lidded, heavy with lust. Before you can even nod HE KNOWS and he’s gently pushing your head down so your lips are level with his dick 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 loves when you trace over that thick bulging vein, makes him groan 😩

That’s so intimate just worshipping him, god I’d do it all night, every second of the day let him feel like the god he absolutely is to me

[becca-e-barnes]

BECCAAAA it has been a WHILE. but i have retuned with horny thots, first and foremost being lee edging an innocent reader,, because?? he’d totally be the kind of guy who wouldn’t let you whine about it at all, i just need anything lee 😵‍💫 - 🌙

Oh pleaseeee, Lee would be so into edging and he would get way too much satisfaction from hearing the way you beg him. Hearing you get so crude is the filthiest reminder that he's ruining you.

And I feel like as soon as you start whining that you need to cum, he'd start to get really condescending. Like rubbing your clit in small, concentrated circles but he stops as soon as he notices you're getting close.

"Lee please, this isn't fair. Please let me cum." The fact you even have to beg him is humiliating but the feeling of your orgasm fizzling away because he's stopped touching you feels even worse.

"Why fucking should I? You've been such a fucking brat today." One harsh spank lands on your bare pussy and it's enough to tear a sob from you. He licks his fingertips before he resumes his focused circles, watching the way your arousal glistens on your skin.

"I wasn't a brat, Lee!" You protest, frustration beginning to make your blood boil.

"Oh really? You're a liar now too?" His voice is so stern it sends a shiver down your spine. He's right and you know it. You were a brat. You just hoped he'd punish you by fucking you senseless, rather than edging you.

"Lee, I'm sorry! I promise, I'll be a good girl from now on. I'll be so good." He watches the way you nibble on your bottom lip before you throw your head back and God, he hopes you won't be a good girl. You don't inspire good behaviour when you look as hot as you do, lost in the feeling of just his fingertips. You're showing off so much bare skin and he knows that tonight, he has the time to worship every inch of it before he'll even think of letting you cum.

"You should've thought of that. 'Cause I'm not even gonna let you cum on my fingers. You're not cumming until you're stuffed full of my cock and babbling like a stupid little slut. I want you gushing around my dick, you got that? That pretty pussy will be so wet, it'll feel like fuckin' Heaven." He has to stop touching you again, watching how you're worked right to the edge of your orgasm and the way you almost squeal when he stops makes his dick throb in his trousers.

He watches how you pathetically grind your hips, whimpering and hoping against hope you'll be able to find enough contact on your clit to help you finish but you have no such luck. "You're so fuckin' desperate, aren't you? Your cunt's doin' all your thinking for you." He's right and you're okay with that.

You feel two of his thick fingers press to your entrance, slipping inside you and he groans at the feeling of how overwhelmingly wet you are. "Fuck, you're gone. Bet you'd hump my hand if I told you to. That's what a good little slut would do." It's humiliating, pressing down on him so his fingers slip deeper but ultimately, you know he's right. This is what a good little slut would do and in that moment, that's exactly what you are.

[pink-blushers]

TO REACH YOU ; [page 08]

summary: as a good vbc team manager, y/n keep two notebook to write down the team improvements. except… one of them might be too “personal”, where she usually express her feelings for the vbc team captain there too. and what would happen when she accidentally handed the wrong notebook to the team? or… in which hueningkai got the wrong notebook and ended up helping his crush to win the captain’s heart… will they succeed or… ended up falling for each other?

word counts: 0.9k (not proof read yet 😵‍💫)

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“Sorry y/n, kai’s not here” said one of his classmate, she smiled at him and rushed out to the hallway. Y/n silently cursed at herself, it was never a good idea to bring ‘that’ book, well maybe it was never a good idea to write ‘that’ book. At first it was a book to help herself become more familiar with volleyball and the clubs, until heer small crush on the captain grew steadily.

She ruffled her hair and rested her head on a big window at the hallway, she just hoped kai didn’t give that book to soobin yet. That’s right, if soobin already read ‘that’ book then maybe i should quit the clubs, she sighed and let her eyes wander around the busy school garden. That’s when y/n found a tall figure holding an awfully familiar purple book on his hands, “Kai!” she gasped.

“Kai!” Y/n called, running to him as fast as she can. Why do he walk so fast and why is it so crowded here, she cried and try her best to catch up with him. “Huening kai!!” she called out once again, still the boy didn’t hear the poor girl. Her eyes widened when she spotted the captain who’s talking with his friends not so far away from kai. No, no, she shook her head and started running for her life, ignoring those people who called her out for bumping them, just please don’t let him read it.

“Hey soob- ough” kai stopped as he felt somebody hit his back and wrap their hands tightly around him. He turned around, about to tell that person to be more careful when they’re running, who and why would they run in the school garden during the busy hour anyway? But instead, Kai widens his eyes, panicking a little bit when he realized it was y/n who’s back hugging him.

“Don’t!” she plead and clung to him tightly, as if her life depended on it, ignoring the fact that a lot of people were staring and gushing at them.

“Let’s talk somewhere else,” he said, grabbing her wrist to take her to somewhere less crowded.

The two sat awkwardly behind the gymnasium building. Y/n bite her lips, staring at the ground blankly. Meanwhile Kai fidgeted his fingers and stole a glance at her a few times.

“Did you read it?” She asked, finally breaking the silence

“N-no,” kai stuttered, oh he’s going to hit himself for stuttering.

“You read it,” she cried, hiding her face in her palms so he won't see the redness forming in her face, “what about him? Did he read it?”

“No”, this time he answer it clearly,

She looked up at him, “Kai, i’m serious, did soobin read it?”

Kai sighed, “listen y/n, i’m sorry, yes i do read them. but soobin don’t, i didn’t give it to him or anyone, because i knew you handed me the wrong book and you probably don’t want anyone to read it, i’m sorry for not telling you handed the wrong book directly”, he answered silently. Thank god he hasn’t give it to soobin, or didn’t let beomgyu touch this book. The moment he opened the book, he know it’s something he shouldn't read or know, even though it’s pretty nice to see she do write about him too, only a bit, but it’s still make him happy.

“I see,” she nodded her head and sighed in relief, “this is so embarrassing,” she hides her face in her palms,

“There’s nothing wrong with having a small crush on our captain”, he chuckled, “it’s like a love letter, you know?”, the girl let out another sigh and pouted at his answer.

An idea popped out in Kai’s head, it might be disadvantageous and heart breaking for him, but if this can make her happy then it’s worth to try right? Afterall, seeing and talking to her is more than enough for him now. And this might be a good chance for him to get to know her more, more than y/n the HYBE academy volleyball club manager.

“Hey listen, let me help you okay? Let me help you and soobin,” y/n turned her head, greeted by kai who’s smiling at her dearly, which weirdly makes her blush a little, she hopes he didn’t see it.

“But what about you?” Y/n asked silently, “if you’re going to help me then can i help you too? With your crush?”

Kai widened his eyes, “W-what do you mean crush? Crush? I-i don’t have any,” he stuttered.

“You’re bad at lying,” she teased, “and don’t act like that when Taehyun and beomgyu always teased you simping this certain person everyday, so who is it?”

“You” both of them widens their eyes at his answer, y/n blinked a few times “me?”, she pointed out, a bit taken aback by the news, “n-no! I mean let's just call this person ‘you’,” he cleared (and lied).

“Okay so you have a crush on this ‘you’ person” y/n nodded her head and smiled, “okay, i’m gonna help you make a move on them, so it’ll be a win-win situation for us!”, she offered him her hands, kai chuckled before shaking her hands.

“I think we should go now, lunch time almost over” she dusted her skirt with her other hand before helping Kai to stand up.

“Anyway cookies,” Kai said while standing up, y/n raised her eyebrows at him, “i think he’ll like it if you give him cookies for valentines”

“Just how many pages do you read?” She whined, which made kai giggled at her behaviour.

“Alright, let me walk you to class,” he smiled, y/n let out a small sure and walked behind him. She knows he’s just being nice, and their class is only 15 steps away, but sometimes, she just can’t help but smiled at his small act.

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