#💌:hyuka

[tyunn1ngz]

Imagine Kai being with a girlboss/dominate/frighting of a girlfriend but in bed the roles are switched and Kai is the one who dominates 😗

When I get my hands on you anon.

the whole black cat gf x golden retriever bf dynamic w him; you’re seemingly the one in charge, he-asked-for-no-pickles type of beat. <3333333

kai coming out one morning all marked up, remnants of where ur nails have scratched his skin, bites and hickeys everywhere alike— and his friends just laugh.

a low whistle as they’ll hit him with the ‘they really did a number on u this time huh?’ in the most smug tone imaginable. and kai continues to let them think as they do.

he’s not so fond of others knowing the ways only he gets to have you, the way he gets to fuck you up however he wants after being at your beck and call all day.

he doesn’t care that they’ll never know the marks you’ve left are where you’ve had to grasp onto him to keep yourself sane, scratches to keep yourself grounded and intact while he fucks into you hard enough that you think you can feel him in your throat.

he doesn’t care because it doesn’t matter. it’s not like they’ll ever get to see you like that anyways— covered in your own tears and drool.

so kai will smile bashfully, a blush on his ears, pretending like he didn’t have you bent over his knee just hours prior calling you all sorts of names; and he’ll return to being your sweet angel boyfriend, who is wrapped around your pretty fingertips!

asks here<3

[cheolhub]

omg don’t tease with a sub! camboy hyuka and just leave us hanging like that 😭😭😭

SUB CAMBOY!HYUKA

wc. 434

note. sorry sorry </3 here’s a lil short something (that i haven’t edited and wrote in 10 minutes)

i was just thinking abt it and the concept is so hot but also so fucking cute cuz just look at our precious kai :(

you’d just be pumping his length with your hand covered in his previous loads listening to the cha-chings indicating donations from your loyal watchers. he’s in tears, mumbling out, “too much…” yet he’s constantly bucking into your hand cuz he needs more.

and you’re just like, “but, baby, they’re paying you so much to cum again,” murmuring the words with your lips pressed against his pink ear. “if not for them, you’ll do it for me right? you’ll cum for me?”

kai, ever the good boy, nods his head incessantly, whining when your hand pumps harder. “y-yes, for you— anything for you.”

you coo, “good boy, always so good for me.”

he gasps, twitching uncontrollably in your hand, “p-please!”

you giggle hearing the tip jar go off ceaselessly. you look at the screen reading the comments— all of which are calling your lover beautiful, begging him to let go again.

“gonna cum, pretty boy? everyone’s asking you to.”

“y-yeah, ‘m gunna cum— can i…?”

you look into the cam asking, “should i let our pretty boy cum again?” you ask, faux pout etching into your lips.

the comments flood with, yes! and please cum! making you smirk. everyone is being so nice today.

“you can, baby, cum for us— cum for me, hmm?” you purr. “make a big mess for me ‘n maybe i’ll let you fuck me if you’re not too tired.”

at this, he’s throwing his head back, the prettiest cry leaving his lips. he immediately does as told, clear ribbons of cum spurting out of his flushed, sensitive cock.

he’s gasping, spent from the back to back orgasms and all you can do is coo praises, calling him good and pretty and so sweet.

you notice how he’s panting and whining in overstimulation, and you decide he’s had enough for the night.

“alright, my love, let’s clean you—“

he interrupts you, flushed face turning to look at you. “wan’— hngh, wanna fuck you…” he moans out, face scrunched together in pleasure. his hand grabs at your hip, urging you to move and straddle him.“please, please, please— let me, please.”

your face softens and you giving him a saccharine smile. “such an eager thing…you sure you can cum again?”

“i can! please…” he cries, already growing hard again.

you sigh, knowing he’ll regret the decision as soon as you let him have at you, but his begs always make you fold.

he’s just too good to deny.

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[miupow]

I just want to say i cant stop thinking abt kai’s mole on his neck like i just want to leave kisses and bites there ughhhhj@@:@;@:@2@2 Tbh ovulating during exams is not an academic weapon friendly thingy lmao

HIS NECK MOLEEEE

appreciation for kais moles the ones on his face and the big one on his neck that is a perfect place to place kisses

[agustdiv1ne]

❆.*.•°◞8:02 p.m. — huening kai

genre: jack frost!kai, fantasy, fluff, a sprinkle of angst (brief description of frostbite/hypothermia)

wc: 1.4k

the tips of your fingers are turning a deep, inky blue.

the sight should concern you, and yet you cannot find it in yourself to care. your muscles refuse to function, as if having a mind of their own, rendering you unable to lift yourself from the snow surrounding your body, to find your way out of this damned forest. bones frozen over, you exhale, watching with glazed over eyes as your breath creates a fog in the air. much akin to the rest of your body, you are unable to feel your lips.

you are tired, so very tired. stars twinkle above you — glittering, joyful, taunting. get up, get up, get up. chase after us.

perhaps a small nap would be of help, then you can find your way out, following the stars all the while — you simply must regain some energy first. close your eyes and rest, and when you wake, everything will be okay.

“close your eyes,” a sharp, icy voice whispers within your mind. “give in to me.”

finding no reason to rebel, your eyes flutter to a close. everthing will be fine. you will soon wake and trace your steps back to the edge of the forest. tendrils of sleep curl around your mind, pulling tighter and tighter as you begin to slip into unconscious. you tiptoe on the edge of dreams when the rapid crunch of snow underneath boots catapults you back into reality. the sounds grows louder before it stops next to your ear. your eyes open a crack, blurry vision taking in the stranger. you catch a streak of fair blonde hair, a worried voice floating through your ears, before your eyes close once more. at last, darkness whisks you away.

you are unsure how long you remain unconscious, but when you do finally wake, death no longer sinks its talons into your chest. your entire form is bathed in a delicious warmth, and when your eyes blink open, you find a fireplace crackling with orange flames before your eyes. a blanket has been wrapped around your body, a small pillow cushioning your head from the hard floor. unfurling your limbs from their curled up state, you sit up. you look around with a frown pulling at your brows, noting the onyx sky outside through a nearby window. it is still nighttime — you mustn't have been asleep for too long.

the front door clicks open, a blast of cold mixing with the warmth of the room. a man who seems to be near your age quickly shuts the door before his gaze meets yours. physically, he is slightly intimidating — long-legged and a bit broad, the thinness of his striped sweater unable to hide his wide shoulders. you should be concerned about being alone with a man in his cabin seemingly in the middle of the woods, but the relieved expression his features melt into when he realizes you have awoken soothes your apprehension.

“you’re awake! i am glad,” he says as his lips curl into a gentle smile. in that moment, you find yourself thinking that he’s pretty, with strong yet kind features that further relax the tension in your muscles. “you had me worried.”

“i—” you start before hesitating for a moment. “thank you. for helping me.”

he hums, giving you a wide berth as he makes his way over to a dark wooden table, sitting down in a rickety chair that squeaks as he adjusts his long limbs. he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees. his thin sweater and slacks concern you; how could he have gone outside in such thin clothing and remain so unfazed?

“why were you in the forest? at night, nonetheless.”

you pause for a moment before you respond, heat spreading across your cheeks. “i...got lost.”

his brows furrow at that, but he doesn't press any further, shifting so that he leans against the back of the chair, chestnut-hued eyes still trained on you, studying you. his icy blonde hair brings out the natural flush of his cheeks. you shake the thought away. he is beautiful, yes, but he is a stranger to you. untrustworthy.

“how are your hands?” he questions, playing with his own in his lap, fidgeting in his seat.

your hands! the cold had all but taken them when he had found you, but as they emerge from under the blanket, the frostbitten tips of your fingers have somehow returned to their normal state. your jaw drops, mouth parted. this isn't possible. this should not be possible. no, no, no.

“h-how?” you panic, rubbing at the skin. “how did you—”

“my powers- i mean, i created a salve that can reverse the effects of frostbite,” he says, but the first part of his sentence is not lost on you. you have heard many stories of this forest, of the creatures that lurk within the shadows. he couldn’t be...

“your powers?” you squeak, backing yourself against the wall next to the fireplace. “y-you—”

he remains on the chair. a beat of silence. two, three.

“my name is kai,” he begins, and though he does not receive anything but a fearful stare in return, he continues. “i have resided in this forest for my entire life. most humans refer to me as ‘jack frost,’ though i am simply a myth to them.”

he allows you to simmer with that information, fixing you with a neutral expression. it makes some semblance of sense now; there's something different about him, in his aura. you are unsure how you have not noticed before, but his ears come to a point, unlike any human.

“i wish not to hurt you,” he finally says when he senses your body relax slightly. “however, the forest is dangerous at night, so it would be best if you remained here until morning. i will guide you out.”

you inhale deeply, weighing your options. you could stay, sleep in warmth with a seemingly benevolent mythical being protecting you — or you could take your chances in the pitch black, ice-cold woods, unaware of what could be watching, waiting to pounce on a vulnerable little human like yourself.

easily, you choose the former.

“i see. thank you again for your kindness,” you say with a lethargic smile. sleep seems to weigh your eyelids down now that your safety is essentially guaranteed. his presence screams sincerity, comfort, and, ironically, warmth. something inside of you tells you to trust him, and against your better judgment, your name tumbles from your lips.

“well, it is nice to become acquainted with such a respectful human,” he says, and you wonder what that could mean. you ponder what other humans had done to him to elicit such a response. “i do have a spare bedroom, but you may sleep out here if you would like.”

“a bed would be wonderful.” you nod, attempting to get up, but your limbs betray you. you collapse back to the ground. the man — kai — winces, but does not act to help you. you see him eye the fire next to you as you finally stand.

“heat...makes me weak. i apologize,” he says as you move towards him. his hand wraps around your wrist, fingers cold, guiding you down a hallway until you reach the door towards the end of the hall. you say nothing.

“i will leave you alone,” he says, the hand around your wrist dropping to his side as he opens the door for you. “if you need anything, please do not hesitate to ask me. i will be next door.”

you are unsure what comes over you as you lean up to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. you pull back with a grateful smile, cheeks hot as you realize what you have done. “thank you, kai. i shall see you in the morning.”

a ruby red blush stains his cheeks, and he stutters out a brief good night before he's slipping into his room and slamming the door shut. you giggle a little — how odd; you, of all people, causing an immortal being's face to flush. quietly, you close your own door, dropping onto the bed to snuggle into the soft sheets. sleep arrives without delay, your eyelids drooping more and more as snow falls outside of the window next to the bed. you watch in wonder as frost begins to cover the expanse of the glass pane, your eyes blinking open a final time to find the entire window coated in ice.

among the fern-like patterns that riddle the window, a heart is tucked into the center.

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[hyuk4sbf]

kai sexting you while normally texting his members and he accidentally gets his wires crossed because he just feels so good

this is so funny n so cute at the same time HAHAHAHA

pretty boy so desperate as he jerks himself off he only just realises in horror as he hits send on a message and it marks w 4 different read receipts instead of one (　ﾟдﾟ)

various shocked forms of ‘HYUKA?’ in chat because SURELY their angel baby maknae isnt SEX TEXTING someone !!!!!!!!!

but oh he is!!!!! n he’s not one to cry but he has tears of humiliation burning in his eyes as he calls and tells u what happened, why he disappeared for a bit and u have to read the air before u hesitantly start again with a ‘i bet you liked it though, didnt you? them knowing what we are doing’ no he doesnt !!!! … does he ? <3

[gyulovly]

hueningkai and marking is on my mind 😔 there’s just so much of his beautiful fair skin and broad body to latch on to 😔 and to hear his whines and moans as you explore every inch of him 😔😔😔

oh my god im—

hyukai literally melts whenever your lips touches his skin losjsjd and he can't help but be so touchy whenever u leave hickies

he's sooooo whiny and handsy just struggling to try to pry you off while you teasingly leave marks all over his skinnn baby just wants to fuck but no u wanna take ur time exploring his body first working along his jaw then slowly down his neck pressing teasing kisses on his broad chest working down to his belly— kai's having trouble breathing to be vvvvv honest, basically a moaning and panting mess babies bucking his hips for any sort of friction at this point but you aren't gonna give it to him, youre having too much fun

admiring all the pretty red marks u made has you wanting to leave more but kai's looses his patience and essentially flips you over where he's now in control bc well u took too long ahaaaa

— written blurb <3

kais sweet melodies and long whiny moans fill up quiet nights when you latch your plush lips, adorning his supple flesh in hues of deep purple and rouge. his beautiful fair skin tarnished in lustful markings, soft gasps escape his lips when you lightly graze the nape of his sensitive neck.

kais gentle grasp is quick to turn needy, clawing your waist that’ll leave imprints in your skin. he yearns for more, teasing touches aren’t enough. his breaths are shallow the lower you go, tender kisses and additional marks adorn his body. a straggled groan leaves his lips.

“i need you, please.”

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[aduh0308]

Shipping you with @binniesbooks 😋

And hyuka

-xoxo, the la to your bia

omg faye pull tf up ditch hari for me actually

[yeonhours]

Hear me out, hyuka and marking. That’s it. That’s the ask

BRO ISTG HUENING IS DEFINETLY INTO THIS SHIT

Something about the look the other members give you , when they see all the red splotchy marks throughout your neck gives him a sense of ego boost like , yeah that's right it was all hyuka who marked your pretty neck up , or the way your friends giggle and give you a look when they see all the marks that he has left on you. Yeah he literally lives for that . He's gonna make sure everytime you makeout with him there's always his mark on your neck or over your breast . His favourite being your thighs !!! every time he goes down on his knees to eat you out , he's gonna kiss down on your inner thigh , those light feather like kisses that eventually him turning feral and marking your thighs up and down , in a way everyone would know you are his when you wear short skirts

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS > <

[eundiarys]

any tiny spoiler for the txt taylor swift series? 🤭

hueningkai’s the one with least angst, like the angst may even not exist in that fic LMFAOOO

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[tyunn1ngz]

I just want Huening to shove my face into his bush while giggling and calling me cute *dies*

U r so REAL!!!!!!!!!! U GET ME!!!!!!!!! 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

like imagine the first few times u guys get intimate; he’s a little bashful, a lot embarrassed as he stops ur hands at the waistband of his pants, murmuring shyly that he’s not exactly shaved or anything especially down there :3c

but he watches in real time the way ur expression changes, bordering on smth a little more desperate as ur pawing gets more frantic.

a meek ‘don’t care. let me see? please?’ falls from ur kiss-swollen lips and oh … oh! u … like that?

and ever the sweet boy, there’s not an ounce of judgement— just pure relief on his own end. a little excitement thrums under his skin with it, that something so simple, so natural to his body could get u like this.

so call him crazy for how he’ll pat ur head, push ur hair out of ur face as he pushes u down onto his cock. for how he’ll coo at u and say u just look so cute like this, gagging for it with tears clumping ur lashes together. for how he’ll grunt out how sweet u are to him, nose pressed into the hair at the base of his cock <3

and at first he doesn’t know if he understands the details or whatever else about it that gets u off— but u leave urself untouched w a razors edge and let him pull ur underwear down ur legs to get a taste and he’ll quickly learn it for himself< ^_^ >

asks here<3

[cheolhub]

okay hehe

the first one is actually my ultimate dream tag team because they are my two ults but yeonjun ofc and ryujin from itzy. i feel yeonjun would try to fight for control at first but ryujin would be mean to both of us and he’s just like nvm and he would also be soo sweet

the second one is just for laughs because 🤭 but 2min - mingyu and mingi. i know you said you were going to stop writing for mingyu 😵‍💫 but as long as i follow you i don’t think you’ll be able to. i don’t have much thoughts on this is just see two big beefy men and brain goes brrrr

and i just thought of this too (i need help) but this is my favorite txt duo so tyunning threesome 🫨🫨🫨🫨i think in this situation kai would be the mean dom (projecting because i love mean dom kai and i need that man to be evil) and tyunie would be the soft dom and kai is just teasing and being mean :( but tyun is whispering pretty words in your ear yeah yeah yeah

anyways that is all have a good day lovie 💗💗

IVE BEEN WAITING TO REPLY ALL DAY LIKE DHSBVDDV but

YJ AND RYUJIN!!??? omfg 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 I AM IN LOVER WITH HER … the idea of both u and rj relinquishing control….,,,.,,, SUB!YJ….. ooohhhh im here for it Zzzxx if u ever write this, im gonna be seated omg that’s so hot

MINGYU AND MINGI ARE BOTH HIMBOS WITH INSANE STAMINA….omfg that would be so fun like, they wouldn’t know when to stop and it’d be so needy and sloppy and soooo messy 😵‍💫 also ur right, ur insane thoughts are the rzn why i have so many mingyu fics

MEAN DOM!KAI SUPREMACY LIKE HDGAVEVD I WAS JUST TALJING ABT GIM EARLIER, but everyone will soon see that man’s potential… (this is exactly how i feel abt lee chan) like he’s so fucking cruel and it’s soooo hot like i need to be sedated actually…. and softie tyun :,< omfg he would be… goddddd so soft and encouraging and sweet ><

WHATS WRONG WITH U…

[miupow]

idk if someone already said thsi but like imagine if duality kai had the ponytail... (⁠＠⁠_⁠＠⁠;⁠)

INSANE THOUGHT

[agustdiv1ne]

HIHI!! CONGRATS ON 3K!! 🥳 well deserved <3

i'd love to request hyuka fluff with disney's enchanted for ur event! :D

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pairing: huening kai x fem!reader

genre: fantasy, fluff <3

wc: 2.1k

details + warnings: hyuka and mc are giselle and robert adjacent, prince!kai, divorce lawyer!mc, there's really no warnings i'm just in love with kai :')

note: BERRYYY TYSM <33 i love enchanted — how did you know?? and with our lovely kai...just *chef's kiss*

you like to think that your career hasn't soured the taste of love for you, but that's a boldfaced lie.

divorce attorneys bear witness to the worst sides of people, the greedy and the unforgiving and the resentful parts that don't often see the light of day. you try not to be too disheartened by this fact — most of your clients are quite pleasant when they're not in the same room as their ex-lover! a vast majority of them bring you flowers or donuts after their legal woes have been resolved, in fact. however, after watching how your clients' love often degrades into resentment and greed, you've grown somewhat apprehensive of dating in general. the last thing you want is to end up like your clients, so what's the best way to prevent that? well, you think that the answer is to stay single forever; it's easier that way, anyway. you do ache for companionship, but you refuse to set your heart out on the line to achieve it.

while you have established yourself as one of the sharpest and brightest minds in your firm — at a relatively young age, at that — the concept of love is not something that you can pick up a book and learn about with great certainty. in that way, love also intimidates you. there are no cut and dried laws that govern it, no logical reason to its machinations, and that does not agree with you no matter which way you try to twist the idea.

after another long day at work, your hours filled with paperwork and back-to-back meetings with clients, you find yourself trudging along the bustling streets of midtown manhattan towards the nearest subway station. your feet ache inside your heels, and your makeup feels heavy on top of your skin after over ten hours in your workplace. all you want to do is get home, climb into bed, and sleep. you push through another thicket of people, and the sign of the station finally comes into sight. your feet move a bit quicker now, your only goal being to get to the station and head back to your apartment in queens. your focus falters, however, when a loud, masculine scream sounds from the street. sure, the number one rule of new york is to ignore the weird shit and keep it moving, but you're no native to the city; you swivel your head towards the source of the sound—

and watch a man crawling out a manhole nearly get hit by a passing car.

luckily, he ducked back down before the car could actually do any damage. your steps slow down as you watch him skitter across the street, ignoring the jostles that you receive from the rest of the disgruntled crowd. the man finally makes it across the street near where you now stand, after dodging cars and receiving profanities from oh so lovely drivers. frozen in place, you realize how oddly he is dressed. his clothes are straight out of a movie, his princelike attire of bright white trousers and a green, gold-gilded jacket sorely out of place in the sea of gloomy, muted clothing.

“excuse me!” he cries, attempting to stop someone, but the crowd continues to push him along with them. he nearly trips over his own feet as he is shoved backwards. “i was wondering if any of you kind people would be able to help me— ahh!”

as he falls to the concrete, you feel a tug inside your chest. you can't just let him flounder around, distressed and confused. if you don't help him, it's likely no one else will.

shoving your way through the throng of people, you grab his arm, pull him up to his feet, and drag him towards the side of the sidewalk, ignoring his rapid questioning. when you do stop, you finally get a chance to actually look at him up close. tall nose, rich, brown eyes, dark hair that's perfectly styled...beautiful would be a gross understatement when describing him. you shake the thought away. you need to focus and figure out what the hell is going on here.

“are you okay? do you need help getting home?” you ask, albeit a bit tentatively. he perks up at the sound of your voice like a puppy. he doesn’t seem drunk, nor high, his eyes clear as he wears a pleasant yet frazzled smile. that soothes your nerves a bit. 

“yes, that would be wonderful! though i’m not quite sure how to return home,” he says, his smile dropping into a deep frown. 

you mirror his expression, confusion coloring your tone as you pull out your phone and open your maps app. “you...don’t? is there an address or anything you can give me?” 

you quickly learn that he does not, in fact, have an address to give you. he claims that he comes from a land called andalasia, that he's the crown prince, and describes in great detail how he fell down a well and subsequently found himself here. personally, you think that he's insane, but at the the same time, it's hard to picture how he even got beneath the street in the first place.

maybe the multiverse actually is real.

“oh wow, okay. um,” you start, “that’s— okay.”

you internally ponder your next moves. should you just take him to a police station and wipe your hands of him? should you offer to take him with you? he seems relatively harmless despite his tall stature, his eyes glowing as he looks up at the skyscrapers and bright lights that surround you with childlike wonder. his cadence is similar to that of a disney prince, but it doesn't sound like a practiced accent. it's natural, oddly natural.

“okay,” you sigh. “let’s just go to my place, alright? it’s late, and both of us don’t know to get you back to...andalasia? our best bet is to figure it out tomorrow after some sleep.”

“oh, thank you!” he exclaims, bowing deeply. you scramble to urge him to straighten up again, telling him that that’s not something you do here. “it’s not? do you not subscribe to proper decorum?”

“no, most people don’t here. they’re, uh, not usually very kind in the first place.”

“well, then what of you? you have only shown me kindness.” 

“i’m...” you trail off. “i’m just me.”

he doesn’t seem to have a response to that, so you grab his forearm and begin your trek towards the subway station once more. “c’mon, let’s go.”

after much difficulty in getting him onto the subway and ensuring that he doesn't start talking up random strangers, you finally make it home. it nears midnight by the time you step through the threshold into your apartment, the so-called prince trailing innocently behind you.

“welcome to my humble abode,” you joke, slipping your shoes off. “sorry for the mess. i’m not home often.” 

you turn towards him and his owl-eyed expression, and realize something very important.

“i never got your name,” you say, your voice trailing off at the end. he stiffens at this, his hand finding yours while he bows.

“how improper of me! i am prince kai kamal huening the third of adalasia,” he declares. you stare at his bowed over form for a moment. 

“can i just call you kai?”

days pass, and you find that kai has fit into your life much easier than you first expected — once you got past the summoning of animals to clean your apartment, at least.

it's odd, how the two of you just work. his bright, cheery disposition has breathed new life into your daily routine. he sings, his voice clear and soothing, as he cleans your apartment and helps you cook; he tags along to go shopping and not once leaves your side; and, worst of all for your poor, shielded heart, he doesn't shy away from physical affection. to add fuel to the fire, you actually enjoy it.

you find that you spend less time in the office now that he lives with you. he refuses to allow you to indulge in the unhealthy habits that you have picked up from living alone for so long. no more skipping meals, no more working over the weekends, and absolutely no more averaging on four hours of sleep each night. he, unknowingly, acts so much like a boyfriend that you've begun to feel guilty. he doesn't deserve to be stuck with you and your lackluster lifestyle — he needs someone that can match his shine, that can amplify it. he needs someone that can give him the happy ending that he deserves. he needs a princess, and you are far from one.

what confuses you more is that he has stopped trying to find a way home despite your efforts to help him. deep down, you are a little pleased at this development, but you refuse to allow your selfish desires to win. andalasia is his home, not here.

exactly two weeks after he had popped up in your universe, you're sitting next to him on your couch, trying to unwind after a particularly difficult day of work. kai's head lays in your lap, your fingers carding through his soft hair while you watch a show on the tv — or "magical box," as he likes to call it. instead of the show, however, he is what holds your attention. his eyes sparkle with the light of the tv as another scene flashes across the screen in front of you. though he often opts for a button-up and slacks when out and about with you, he now wears a pair of comfortable sweats and an oversized t-shirt. the whole situation is a perfect picture of domesticity.

with a quiet sigh, you slip your hand out of his hair. he doesn't notice, too engrossed in the show.

“kai,” you call, tapping his nose to urge his concentration away from the screen. his gaze immediately finds yours. gently, you ask, “why don’t you want to go home?” 

his body visibly stiffens, and he looks a bit sheepish at the question. wordlessly, he sits up from your lap. he no longer looks at you, but rather at his lap.

“do you wish for me to go?” he murmurs, dejection coloring his tone. frowning, you reach forward and place your hand on top of his.

“of course not. i just,” you sigh, hesitating for a moment. “i’m curious to know why you’ve stopped trying. this world...it’s not the kindest, and living with me can’t be that fun. so what’s keeping you here? don’t you have a princess waiting for you back home?”

“it’s you,” he whispers, but his words are loud for you to hear. 

“m-me?” you stutter. your heart pounds inside your chest, your eyes wide due to his admission. “what do you mean—”

“what i mean,” he interrupts, and suddenly his eyes are boring into yours, sincerity and a catious sort of hope swirling in his umber irises. “is that i feel as if i am able to be myself around you. with you, i am not prince kai of andalasia, but simply kai. no princess can rival what you have made me feel in these past two weeks, and i have—” he inhales deeply, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he leans closer. his sheepish expression returns. “i have found myself falling for you.”

falling? for you? your mouth gapes and closes in a clunky rhythm, thoughts jumbled inside your head, and all you can think to is ask is—

“kiss me, please?”

with a gentle smile, his large hands move to cup your face before he leans in and presses his lips to yours. they're soft, tasting of buttery popcorn. your eyes flutter shut as you grip his wrists, deepening the kiss, only pulling away once you are breathless.

a few silent seconds pass between you. internally, you panic, your hands falling to your lap as you fiddle with them. the thoughts tumble out before you can stop them.

“are you sure that you want me?” you whisper. “i can’t give you a castle, or riches. and i’m terribly difficult to love. i’m not used to being loved.”

kai's gaze is unwavering as he reaches down to weave his fingers with yours.

“then allow me to show you how easy it is for me to do so.”

as he leans in to kiss you once more, you feel the walls that shield your heart begin to crumble.

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[hyuk4sbf]

still thinking about sexting with hyuka, it’s the way his texts would be full of spelling errors right when he’s about to cum but also trying his best to get you off

HHNRNNCFGHHHHHGGGG idk why sexting is so hot to me like actually . this is so hot

so many typos bc he’s so so soooo close n he only has one hand on his phone >< texting u such incoherent things abt what he wants to do to u, with u

watching the desperate flurry of texts fill ur screen w ur own hand between ur legs n a breathy giggle at every notification .. would say all these things n then ask so nicely for a picture such a polite boy making sure he earns it<3

texting u how hard he is, how he needs u, how he wants to make u cum it makes him cum harder when he can taste urs first :(( FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!

hyuka🤍: pleasw

hyuka🤍: wanf tocum so bad

hyuka🤍: missu so mucj;((

hyuka🤍: 1 voice message – 00:16

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[gyulovly]

the I wanted to add a thing about that ask the anon sent about marking hyuka if that’s ok!

During the bts of the men’s folio we had were able to take a better look on kai’s body, but I noticed that close to his collarbones he had a few moles

So imagine kissing him there all the time and marking him; he’s between giggling and sighing softly bc it just tickles ☹️

ANON IM GONNA SCREAM PLEASE

and ofc its okay love hehe i love knowing what you all are thinking of ;w; <3

hsjsjshs that’s literally so soft ima implode :((( kissing every mole of his :(((( or even with other members losjdjs i remember seeing bts of yeonjuns daydream photos and hes got cute lil birthmarks on his back hdhdhdhd

swear theres a saying that the moles you have on your body are places where your past lover kissed you the most so AHHHHH