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KAI MY DARLING ��🥺 we can run laps together babe 🩷❤️ but yes perv x perv is perfection and I have NO doubt in my mind Kim mingyu is a perv (respectfully). I forgive you 100 percent — just letting me know you liked the fic is more than enough!!! Thank you sm for your comments and reblog, ily sm 🧡💛

the secrets kept from roommates

➳ roommate!pervert! kim mingyu x f!roommate!pervert! reader

➳ summary: you are hiding a secret from mingyu. little do you know that he's hiding one from you too.

➳ wx is approx 6.5k

➳ warnings/tags: MDNI. both reader and gyu are perverts in this; don't like, don't read! dom!gyu, top!gyu, bottom!reader, sub!reader, bratty reader (ish). humiliation, degradation (calling each other pervert, etc), pet names (baby girl, princess, baby, etc.). oral, fingering, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, overstim. rough sex, crying during sex. roommates to lovers (presumably), jealousy, panty-sniffing, masturbating in someone else's bed. you can fit in his hoodie, bickering, gyu is a simp, dirty talk, gyu loves pussy. and the kinkiest one of them all: pining!!! there's a lot going on here, so i may have missed out on something!!

➳ author's note: yeah. enjoy!!! this is outright perversion. if you don't like it, don't interact and keep scrolling <3

You weren't a logical person. First and foremost, reason had always eluded you. You would forget about just having taken a pan off of the burner and go to pick it up, burning your hands and causing your roommate to banish you from the kitchen. You would wait to take showers until the morning, despite your hatred for waking up earlier than necessary, followed by you wasting the time you set aside in the morning for showering by watching videos on your phone and scrolling through your feed.

Yes; logic and reason sometimes escaped you completely.

Which was why when Mingyu returned from a date, grinning broadly and in a good mood, you resigned yourself to a fate of watching your roommate and crush swoon into the arms of another. You called your boss, saying you wouldn't be able to come into work the next day, plan mapped out in your head.

The next morning you bid Mingyu goodbye from your bedroom, quoting your "sickness" for your reason as to why you were staying behind.

Mingyu frowned, moving towards you. He pressed the back of his hand to your forehead, his other large hand rising to cup your cheek. "You feel okay to me. What is it? Stomach ache, migraine? Do you feel like you need to puke? Should I go to the store and get constipation medicine? I think I'll call in, you need someone to take care of you --"

"I don't!" You snapped, reaching up and grabbing his wrist, dragging the hand that was pressed against your forehead. You wrapped his large hand between yours, squeezing. "Don't worry, Mingyu. I'm fine, I swear. Just need a day of rest and I'll be back at it tomorrow. Promise."

He furrowed his brows, unconvinced. Mingyu moved the hand that was cupping your cheek, using it instead to brush back a few strands of hair that were framing your face. "I'm not sure. If you really don't feel good then I should stay and help."

"Don't," you returned gently, rubbing your thumb against his wrist. "I'll be okay."

"You know my office number?" He asked, fingers brushing against the shell of your ear. "In case I can't answer my mobile?"

"Yes, I've got it on my phone."

"Okay, good. If you need me and can't reach me, call the office phone. Tell them you want Kim Mingyu in Sales, yeah?"

You sighed, rolling your eyes. You tried to appear disinterested, tried to put on an act for him. In reality your heart was fluttering with every shift of his hand against you, his concern making you soft and endeared. It was proof that even if his heart was in the hands of another, he still felt something for you, even if it was just as a roommate and good friend.

You followed him to the door of your apartment, hands stuffed in the pocket of your hoodie. "I'll be okay, Mingyu."

"There's leftovers from last night in the fridge," he said, pausing at the entrance. "But the beef might be too heavy for your stomach right now. Maybe I should call in for an hour and make you some soup --"

You laughed, pushing at him. It didn't do much other than make him stumble back. "Go! I'm grown, Mingyu. I can take care of myself. This isn't the first time I've been sick while alone."

He frowned again. He was too beautiful to be frowning, you thought. It didn't suit him. "I know, but you shouldn't have to be, shouldn't have to take care of yourself."

You shrugged, pulling the door open for him. "Maybe get me a cute and rich boyfriend from that office of yours and I won't have to be."

"I --" He broke off, brows furrowed. Then he sighed. "Fine. When I get home tonight I'll make something extra good, okay? But if you're worse then I'll take tomorrow off."

"I won't be worse," you returned. "You're worrying over nothing."

"Maybe," Mingyu said. Then he reached out, arms wrapping around you and bringing you into a hug. He was warm, his body wrapping around you and pressing you close. Your nose was tucked into his chest, and you could feel his body beneath his shirt, could smell his cologne and natural scent. "Like I said. If you get worse before I get home --"

"Goodbye," you laughed, pulling back. Immediately your body was missing his warmth, wanting to sink back into his embrace. Instead you gently prodded him towards the door, waving goodbye as he walked down the hall.

As soon as he left you bolted for the bathroom. You reached into the dirty hamper and, reasoning that this would be the last time you did this and you were only doing it as a way to deal with the knowledge of the impending death of your romance with Kim Mingyu despite it never actually existing, pulled out his sleep shirt from last night. Today was Thursday, which meant tonight when he got home from work Mingyu would go around collecting all the dirty laundry to do, including yours; it also meant that he had slept in this shirt for the past two nights, making his scent especially noticeable.

You pulled it up to your nose, pressing your face against the collar. Taking a deep breath, you breathed him in, his natural scent filling your senses.

Then you pulled off your hoodie, tugging on his shirt. You left your hoodie in the bathroom; you'd just change into it before he got off work at five.

You returned to your room momentarily to grab your phone and switch. Then, with your heart in your throat and excitement buzzing in your veins, you pushed open the door to his bedroom.

His bed was neatly made, black comforter perfectly matching his pillow case. Mingyu always made his bed in the mornings, and you felt a little bad as you pulled back the comforter and slid in, ruining his work.

But then you caught a whiff of him, his cologne that still lingered in the air from him spraying some before he left for work, and all shame and guilt fled from your body.

You spent a moment with your face pressed into his pillow, breathing him in. You loved these moments, when you could just pretend you were wrapped in him, when you could pretend you weren't stealing moments like some crazy roommate, when you could pretend you were his and he was yours, and you were welcome to press your face into his pillows.

Your hand traveled down to your stomach, fingers pressed against the waistband of your sleep pants. For a fleeting second you entertained the thought of pushing your hand into your panties, pressing your thumb against your clit and toying with it like you had so many times before while in the comfort of Mingyu's bed.

But then you remembered the stage you had left your game at last night, and thought otherwise.

And so your day was spent accordingly:

9 AM: playing on your switch after setting an alarm for 5 PM, when Mingyu got off work

10 AM: taking a quick break for the restroom, snacks and water

11 AM: switching from your game to another; texting Mingyu and telling him you were, in fact, okay and hadn't passed out

12 PM: pulling yourself from Mingyu's bed to wander into the kitchen and grab leftovers, taking and sending a picture to Mingyu to reassure him that yes, you were eating something

1 PM: putting on a documentary to listen to while playing on your phone, falling asleep ten minutes in

2 PM: still sleeping

3 PM: waking up to the sound of the apartment door opening --

Waking up to the sound of the apartment door opening.

You were going to puke.

The apartment door was closed with a thud, your roommate's voice calling out. "Y/n! I took a half day so I could come home and help you! I just wanted to check and make sure you were all right before I went to the store to get some stuff to make supper."

You threw off his covers in a rush, feet hitting the carpet. You had left your hoodie in the bathroom, and you had an array of snacks and your switch on his bed. No matter how hard you raked through your brain for a solution, a way to get out of this, a way to lie to Mingyu and say no, you weren't sleeping in his bed, you came up empty.

You could blame it on your sickness, you reasoned badly. Could say you had missed him and you were feeling especially bad, and that in your desperation you ran to find comfort in his bed. And when he would ask if you ever slept or laid in his bed before you would, reasonably, lie and say you hadn't.

But if you did say that you were feeling worse, Mingyu would take tomorrow off. He'd decide to take care of you instead of working, and would say that your health was more important than a day of work.

And the guilt you'd feel would be immense.

"Hey!" He called, his voice loud and nearing the hall. "I'm gonna go ahead and throw some laundry in. Do you want me to clean any specific comfy clothes for you?"

You bit down at your lip.

Ah, well: it was your recklessness that got you in this mess. It would just have to be your recklessness that got you out of it.

And so you went to the door of his bedroom, slowly turning it and meeting the startled eyes of one Kim Mingyu, bent over the laundry hamper, a piece of fabric raised to his nose.

Your eyes zeroed in on the fabric, and for a moment your brain went blank as you tried to recognize why it was so familiar. But then realization soaked in, and you let out a loud, sharp gasp.

"Are you fucking smelling my underwear?"

Mingyu let out a gasp of his own, straightening. He didn't drop your underwear, however, still holding it. "Are you wearing my clothes? Wait -- why are you in my room?"

"No," you said, shaking your head. You stepped out of his room, crossing your arms over your chest, bunching up his shirt. "No. I refuse to let you turn this on me when what you were doing was infinitely weirder. Were you smelling my underwear, Mingyu?"

He winced, raising the hand that was holding the underwear to scratch at his neck. As soon as he did so he realized he was still holding your underwear and, a horrified look overtaking his face, dropped it.

"I -- " He glanced at you before fixing his gaze at your chest. "That is my shirt, isn't it?"

You snapped your fingers at him. "Gyu. That's not what's important right now."

"I feel like it is a little important."

"I mean, not in comparison to you sniffing my fucking panties!" You narrowed your eyes at him. "Is that why you insist on doing the laundry? To smell my dirty fucking underwear like some pervert?"

His mouth dropped, eyes wide. Mingyu scoffed, crossing his own arms over his chest. You valiantly tried to ignore how this action made his forearms, the sleeves of which he had rolled up, bulge, veins thick and running so beautifully down his arms. "I do the laundry because I like it, I'll have you know."

"The first sign I should've paid attention to," you retorted, "no one likes doing the laundry."

"You're ridiculous," Mingyu returned. "And what explanation do you have for wearing my shirt -- my dirty shirt -- and being in my room?"

"I'll have you know that I was feeling ill and in need of comfort," you said, sticking your nose up at him. Mingyu raised his eyebrows. "And I went to take a nap in your room."

"In my shirt."

"Yes," you sighed, rolling your eyes. "In your shirt. You caught me! Your friend of four years was in need of comfort while sick and thought wearing your shirt and sleeping in your bed will help."

Mingyu hummed. Then he was walking closer, leaving your dirty underwear behind. "And that's all you did? Just slept in my bed?"

"Yes," you lied, moving to block his entrance into his bedroom. Mingyu glanced down at you, before he simply just leaned against the frame. Due to his tall height he was able to look past you, and with the new angle, was able to look right onto the bed. "Wait --"

"Is that your switch? And snacks?"

You huffed, pushing at his thick chest. Mingyu hardly budged. "That's not the problem at hand, Kim Mingyu. It's you sniffing my underwear --"

"You went and put on my shirt and played video games in my bed," he said, his eyes glinting dangerously. You started to feel the conversation slipping from your fingers. "Because what? You wanted comfort? I bet you're not even sick, Y/n."

You gasped, sputtering. He raised his brows at you, and you felt heat rush to your face. "I -- I mean -- I am! I'm really sick and that's really insensitive of you to try and say otherwise. I'm appalled."

Mingyu smirked down at you, and that's when you knew the trap he had set for you had sprung. You had fallen into his hands. "You called into work just to spend the day laying in my bed. I think this is something we need to talk about. Here: I'll explain why I was smelling your underwear if you explain why you were in my bed."

"You know what?" You pushed at him again, trying to edge past his large, towering frame. "I'll do you a solid and forget about the panties incident. You just pretend this didn't happen and I'll pretend too. We'll just pretend today didn't happen."

"I don't think so," Mingyu began.

But then you broke out into a sprint.

He made a startled noise behind you, and you heard his rapid footsteps behind you as Mingyu launched into the chase. A loud squeal left you as you felt his hand brush against your shirt, but then you were sharply turning into your bedroom.

Mingyu shoved his form against the door as you went to close it, making you stumble back. You squealed again, heart hammering. He reached for you again, and you let out a muffled scream as Mingyu tackled you back onto your bed.

"Why were you in my room, Y/n?" He sang, squirming so he was pressing you down. He was holding your shoulders against the bed, knees on either side of your legs from where they hung over the edge of the bed. "Come on, tell the truth, sweetheart. Why were you in my bed? Hm? Why do you find comfort in me, darling?"

You huffed, pouting out your lips. "Not saying anything. Can't make me."

"Yeah?" He laughed, dark eyes sparkling. His bangs fell into his face, obscuring your view a little. "Tell me why you were laying in my bed with my shirt and I'll say why I was smelling your underwear like a pervert."

"I want my lawyer."

"Good luck finding one," he laughed. "You were caught red-handed, babe. Just admit it. Why were you all comfy in my bed? Why did you pick out the shirt I had slept in for the past two nights instead of a clean one from my closet? Is it -- gasp --" you rolled your eyes at his "gasp", which was really just him saying the word, "is it because you're a dirty pervert?"

Your mouth fell open, eyes wide. "I am not --"

He laughed again. You squirmed against him, but he tightened his hold against your shoulders. Mingyu shifted, moving so one of his knees was pressed against your thigh on top of the bed. He had you surrounded, had you trapped between his body and the bed. "You're just as much of a dirty pervert as I am. I bet you were touching yourself in my bed, too."

"What the fuck --"

It took you a moment to realize his mouth was on yours.

Your entire body froze. Your brain decided to go on break, decided to tap out. Every single neuron and electron decided to check out, your blood going still.

He pulled away slightly, sighing. Then Mingyu was pressing a small, short kiss to your lower lip.

All systems kicked back online. You gasped, loudly. Then, perhaps far too eagerly for someone trying to proclaim their innocence, you craned your neck, desperate to capture his lips.

The kiss was, in your opinion, the kiss to end all kisses. It was the Mount Everest of kisses, the Venice of all kisses; after kissing Mingyu you would be ruined for all other people, would be left unsatisfied for the rest of your life unless you were kissing Kim Mingyu.

He was warm, surrounding you, his mouth devouring. Mingyu claimed your mouth for his own, releasing his hold on you to run his hand through your hair, cupping your head and tilting it, furthering his exploration of your mouth. His tongue slid against your lips before entering, sliding against your own and further ruining you for all other people.

Mingyu parted from your mouth with a slick noise that, shamefully, sent a flood of warmth through you, all the way from your head to your cunt to your toes. His body pressed against you didn't help either, so large and impressive against you.

"I'll tell you a secret," he murmured, eyes flickering between your mouth and lips. "I've been smelling your dirty fucking panties for the past two years."

You gasped, and he was kissing you again.

His bit down on your lower lip, then sliding his tongue against it to soothe the bite. Mingyu moved his mouth against yours like the ocean lapped at the beach, ever-moving and smooth, pushing and pulling, leaving you breathless and wanting.

Mingyu pulled away, the hand cupping your face sliding. He cupped your chin with his large hand, thumb pressing against the corner of your mouth. "Been fucking want to kiss you for years. You don't know how long I've been dreaming of this moment, how long I've been wanting to press you against your bed and fuck you senseless."

Your eyes widened, a soft little noise escaping. Your hands went to his body, gripping his shirt, pulling. "Mingyu -- but you've -- you just went on a date last night."

He huffed, pressing a kiss to your lips. Then his mouth began to travel, using his grip on your chin to keep your head tilted, allowing him access to your neck. "That's what I told you."

"You lied?!"

Mingyu pressed a sweet, lingering kiss to your throat. He hummed, nosing against your jaw. "Forgive me, won't you?"

"I thought --" You groaned, hands twisting into the fabric of his shirt. "I thought you had met this gorgeous babe who fucking swept you off your feet!"

Mingyu pulled away, tilting his head. He looked adorable, despite the red of his lips from kissing you. "You were jealous? Is that why you took the day off?"

"No --"

"You were," he accused, grinning wide enough to show off his canines. "You were jealous. You were so jealous you took the day off work so you could lounge around in my shirt and bed and mope."

You huffed, rolling your eyes. "Okay, Panty Sniffer."

Mingyu giggled, leaning back down to press a kiss to your mouth. "You didn't ask, by the way."

Distracted by his mouth and wanting more, you halfheartedly answered with a soft "what".

"Ask me," he demanded, not letting his mouth meet yours. Mingyu skimmed his lips back down your throat, nose nuzzling against you. "Ask me why I smell your panties, lovely."

You groaned, giving up on kissing him. Mingyu pressed a kiss to the base of your throat. "Why were you smelling my dirty underwear, Gyu?"

He grinned against your skin. "Because I love the smell of your cunt, baby. Love the way it lingers on your panties, love imagining pressing my face against your perfect pussy, feeling your heat, tasting your sweetness. Do you know what I do after I smell your panties?"

You let out an inquisitive noise, your mind no longer on the conversation. You heard what he was saying, and so did your cunt, but your mind was focused on his hand as it dragged alongside you, the weight of it seemingly like a heavy brand as he toyed with the hem of your shirt, hiking it up.

"I'll take them." Your eyes widened, a little noise escaping you. "I only take one at a time; shouldn't be too cocky, yeah? I'll take it back to my room and press my face to it, press my face to your dirty panties and breathe you in while I fuck my hand."

"You --" Your voice broke as his hand slid beneath your shirt, groping at your hip. "You -- you pervert --"

Mingyu laughed. He shifted, sliding his hand further up your torso while his mouth returned to your lips. "You're a pervert too, sweetheart. Come on. Tell me. Tell me about what you do in my bed."

You groaned as his mouth slid against yours, eyes fluttering. When he pulled away, unsatisfied with your lack of a response, you frowned up at him. You wanted to kiss him, damn it. "I won't. You can't make me say anything, Gyu."

Mingyu giggled, sliding his hand up and up and up, until he was grabbing at your breast. You let out a loud gasp, arching up into his touch. "You think so, baby? Think I can't make you talk?"

A whine left you as he pawed at your tit, thumb rubbing over your pebbled nipple. It was like something out of your imagination, the feel of his warm body against yours, his heavy hand on your tit. "Can't. You can't make me say anything, Kim Mingyu."

Mingyu growled low against your mouth, and then he pulled away. You whined loudly, reaching. He ignored you, hands going down to the waistband of your pants and pulling them, revealing your bare thighs and underwear.

"There it is," he murmured, a smirk of a grin that made your stomach twist and cunt clench spreading over his lips. "My favorite pair. Besides your cute little set with the cherries, of course."

Your mind goes into a whirl at the thought of him recognizing your underwear, but then his hand is pressing to your cunt. You mew, arching. He presses his fingers against your cunt through your panties, rubbing and sliding, twisting his fingers to press his thumb down against your clit.

"Gyu," you whine, brows furrowing. "Gyu, fuck --"

"What do you do in my bed, baby?" He hummed, thumb softly dragging along your clit. A tingling sensation travels through your legs as his ministrations, legs squeezing around his torso. "Bet I can picture it. Should I tell you what I think you do?"

His fingers pressed into your cunt, forcing the fabric inside of your hole. You can't help but moan, bucking up into him. Mingyu moved his mouth to your throat and then he was sucking your skin again, teeth playing with you, and you swear you can feel his canines when they brush against you.

"Per --" You gasp as his finger dips into you. "You fucking -- you --"

"Dirty mouth you've got," Mingyu murmurs, voice deep. He begins to focus on your clit once more, thumb picking up its pace as it ruts against you through the fabric of your panties. "Dirty fucking mouth for a dirty girl, yeah? Fucking yourself in my bed, cumming on my sheets. I bet you fuck yourself in my bed, fucking your little fingers into your cunt. So desperate to feel something inside you but coming up empty because they're not my fingers."

You whine at him, hands moving along his body. Your fingers go to the buttons of his shirt. You messily try to undo his shirt, though your actions are clumsy from your desperation.

Mingyu slides his hand to your clit, and then he's bunching up the fabric as he rubs two of his fingers against your bundle of nerves. You groan, voice heavy in your throat and eyes rolling as he steadily works at you.

"Look so beautiful like this, baby girl. Bet you look beautiful fucking yourself in my bed, too. So hungry for my cock in your precious little pussy. Do you cry, baby? Do you cry, wanting my cock? I bet you fucking do. Bet you press your pretty little face to my sheets and sob for me and my cock."

You can't handle him, you realize. His mouth constantly runs, a slew of filth spilling from it; his hand works steadily at your cunt, your orgasm slowly beginning to rise inside of you. And -- horribly -- he looks so beautiful while he does it. His black curls falling in his face, the glint of his teeth as he smirks down at you. He's so beautiful and gorgeous, and he's intent on destroying you.

"Gonna --" You gasp, his fingers pinching at your clit clumsily through the fabric of your underwear. "Gonna cum, Gyu --"

And then he's pulling his hand away, refusing your orgasm. You let out a cry, hands fisting in his shirt, heart pounding in your ears and chest heaving from the exertion. "Mingyu!"

"I said what I said, princess," he sits on your thighs, large fingers going to the buttons of his shirt and undoing them. "You're not cumming until you talk."

Mingyu throws his work shirt to the ground, and just as quickly he's pulling out his undershirt from his pants and throwing that off, too. You can't help but stare at his sculpted chest.

Mingyu laughs, and then he's got his hands on your hips. He snaps the band of your underwear against your skin, making you cry out, and then Mingyu pulls at your panties, forcing them down your legs. Once they're off, he puts his hands back on you, running over your thighs and dipping into your cunt.

"Pretty girl," he compliments, and you can feel his heavy gaze on your pussy. "Fucking knew it. I fucking knew it. Your cunt's so pretty, baby; fucking glistening for me. Fucking drenched."

Mingyu slides to the floor with a dull thump as his knees hit the carpet. He pulls you close, his hands around your calves, throwing each of your legs over his shoulders.

"What are you --"

And then he's pressing his entire face against your cunt. He doesn't do anything for a handful of moments, just breathing in against your pussy, nose burying deep. Shock explodes through you, and you move to your elbows so you could look down at Mingyu. "Gyu --"

"Fuck," he breathed out, and then he's moving his face from your cunt. "Fuck, your cunt smells delicious, baby. Can't wait to eat it."

A thousand emotions flash through you. Shame, guilt, arousal, lust. It was as if a lifetime of pining had led to this, to Kim Mingyu on his knees for your pussy, moaning about how good it smells as if he was some pervert obsessed with you and your cunt.

Which, in light of the past half an hour, he absolutely was.

Mingyu shuffles closer to the bed, and then he's burying his face back into your cunt. He loops one of his arms over one of your thighs, his hand going to your cunt and spreading out your lips. You can't help but clench as your cunt is bared to the room, to Mingyu.

"How cute," he murmurs.

And then he's diving into you. His tongue, flattened and thick, slides up the entire length of your cunt. You can't help the loud squeal that leaves you, thighs tightening around his head and pressing close. Mingyu just moans back, and then he's repeating the action.

He repeats his act a handful of times, tongue running up your cunt. You're positively soaked down there, and the frequent slurps from Mingyu don't help. Finally, after running his tongue up and down a few times, he stops at your clit. Mingyu thrusts his tongue against your clit, and then he's sucking at it.

You can't help but arch your back, hands twisting in the sheets. The orgasm he had so cruelly ripped from you was slowly beginning to grow, a sinful thing that had you trying to grind up into his mouth.

Mingyu moaned at your eagerness, pulling from your cunt. He shifts his hand up your cunt, fingers idly playing with your clit. "You taste so good, baby," he says, eyes sparkling. His entire face seems to be drenched in your juices, mouth glistening. "Just as good as I knew you would."

"Gyu," you mew, hips grinding down on his fingers. "Gyu, please."

He clicked his tongue, and then he's pulling his fingers from your clit. You let out a sob as he begins to trace the area around your clit, refusing to apply any pressure to that bundle of nerves and let you cum.

"I'm still waiting for you to tell me what you do in my bed, princess," he said, seemingly pure evil. "I can do this all day. Licking at your sweet pussy, fucking it with my fingers. Your cunt's absolutely delicious, baby, fucking addicting. So warm and sweet, and I know it's tight. It is, isn't it? I'd barely be able to stuff my cock in, barely able to get my fat cock in your tight little cunt."

You let out a sob, trying to curl up on yourself, trying to get his devilish fingers and devilish words away from you. Mingyu clicks his tongue in disapproval, and then he's retracting from you. He stands, rubbing a hand at his drenched face.

You watch as he stretches out, all long, golden limbs. Then he shoves down his work pants and underwear, and you can't help the whimper that escapes you.

Mingyu's thighs are thick, the sort that would suffocate you. His abdomen was tight, and the v of his stomach led down and down, straight to his dick.

And fuck.

Mingyu's dick was long and thick, standing angrily at attention. It wouldn't fit in you -- not all of it. There was no way. He was too much, there was too much of him. But fuck -- you wanted to try.

Mingyu's hands returned to your body, and then he was guiding you back up the bed until your head rested on your pillows. His hands smoothed over your skin, pulling your bra up and off, revealing your entire body to him. He hummed, grinning, as his eyes drank you in. He was obviously pleased by the sight of you, his hands a sure weight as he mapped you out.

He slid his hands over your shoulders, down your collar. He cupped your tits, thumbs swiping the soft inner flesh. Mingyu's hands didn't stay there, of course; instead they continued to travel, gliding down your stomach and to your thighs.

Mingyu parted your thighs, and you couldn't help but wince at the stickiness. He lowered himself to the bed, throwing your legs back over his shoulders.

Mingyu returned to your pussy like a man coming home. He ran his tongue up your cunt before focusing on your hole, pressing a dirty, messy kiss there. Mingyu sucked at your cunt, ran his tongue over your hole and dipping inside of it, the noises of his mouth lewd and addicting.

His fingers returned to your pussy, and when he moved his mouth from your opening to your clit, his fingers dipped in.

You had been so distracted by the thickness of his dick that you had completely forgotten about the thickness of his fingers.

You were a mess as he fucked them into you, mouth lazily lapping at your clit. His fingers were fat and long, reaching deep within you and stretching out your walls far more than your own fingers could. It was cruel, almost, how easy it was for Mingyu to bring you to the brink of orgasm, especially compared to how long it could take when you were alone.

Three of his fingers had you moaning and tossing your head back, cunt clenching around them hungrily. It was hell, how they seemed to spear into you; it was heaven, how they fucked into you. He had heaven and hell at his fingertips, and he was using both to torture you.

Mingyu angled his fingers; he began brushing them against your core, that little sponge in your cunt. He didn't hit it directly, missing it purposely. You couldn't help but sob as his tongue took on the cruelty, lapping at your labia instead.

A jumble of words poured from your mouth, a mess that no one could ever possibly decipher. Mingyu made a questioning noise, and then he pulled back from your cunt, making you sob.

"What is it, princess?" He asked, tilting his head. Whatever cuteness that could be associated with such an action was ruined by the mess of your juices on his face. His nose was soaked, his cheeks shining. He licked at his lips, which were red. "You okay?"

You whined, one of your hands going to your eyes and rubbing. You don't know when you began crying, but somewhere during his cruelty you had. You tried to speak, but nothing came out.

His hand slid to your face, cupping your cheek. Mingyu's thumb brushed at your tears, rubbing at them. And then, like a water valve being relieved of its pressure, you began spewing out nonsense, leaving Mingyu to try and piece it together.

"Fucking -- my fingers aren't ever enough, Gyu," you cried, fresh tears spilling. "And I always think whenever you go on dates you won't come back, that that's the last time you'll go out the door because you'll find some pretty thing to fuck and love, and that'll be the end of us, and I can't help but climb into your bed and fuck myself with my fingers and hope you'll come back. And I feel so fucking guilty all the time because I can only cum when I'm in your bed and I want to fuck myself in it all the time, and when I'm not fucking myself in your bed I'm sleeping in it because no one comforts me like you do, no one makes me feel half as safe as you do, Mingyu, and --"

Mingyu pressed his mouth to yours, his lips insistent. He was like a king claiming his territory, devouring your mouth and claiming it as his own. His tongue slid against yours and his spit attached his mouth to yours when he parted from you, his eyes dark with passion.

"Thank you for being honest, princess," he said, his hands smoothing over your body. "I really appreciate it.

"Even if you're a fucking pervert."

And then he's pushing your thighs up, throwing your legs over his shoulders. When his cockhead presses against your entrance you can't help the loud moan that rips through you, back arching and hips searching for his dick, trying to spear yourself on it.

"Fucking pervert," he mumbled, covering your body with his. He was everywhere, surrounding you physically and mentally. "My little princess is a fucking pervert, fucking herself in my bed. What should I do with you, baby?"

"Fuck me," you begged, your hands moving to his curls and gripping them. "Fuck me, Gyu, please, you promised!"

He laughed, and then Mingyu was sliding into you. Tears fell from your eyes as his cock split you in half, too big and too much. But you sobbed for it all the same, hips grinding down on him, eagerly seeking him out.

"Little fucking pervert fucking herself on my bed with her stupid little toys," Mingyu spat, holding still inside of you. You glanced down and, just as you had thought earlier, his cock didn't fit entirely inside of you. "Better fuck you like you deserve then, sweetheart. Fuck you like a little toy all for me."

He slid out, slow, ensuring you felt the slide of his dick against your walls. Your toes curled and your fingers tightened on his hair. And then he was fucking into you, seemingly uncaring of your comfort.

He was splitting you in half, and you loved it. He fucked into you like you were a toy, as if your cunt was a flesh light for his own use. His hips were merciless, driving into you, his balls and thighs slapping against you, the sound of your headboard banging against the wall joining the sound of skin slapping in creating a lewd, horrid, beautiful song.

"Fucking pervert," he growled, head bowed. His curls bounced against his forehead with every thrust. His brow was furrowed, his lips in a pout. He was beautiful.

"Gyu," you sobbed, "Gyu, please!"

"Didn't fucking need my permission before, did you?" He said, hands tightening around your thighs. "Didn't need my permission to fuck yourself on my bed, didn't need my permission to fucking soak my sheets with your cum."

"Gyu," you wept, face ugly with your desperation, "please."

His thrusts were brutal, cockhead so fat that it struck your core with every shove into you. Your pussy was just a means to get off, you didn't deserve to be treated otherwise, didn't deserve for kindness and gentleness --

"You're fucking mine," he hissed, "mine."

With those words you came, mouth open in a loud cry. You sobbed as you orgasmed around him, hands tight in his hair, back arching. Your body trembled from the force of your pent-up orgasm, your body finally getting the relief Mingyu had denied you.

Once you were done, Mingyu gently pulled from you. He slowly lowered your legs, letting your body relax from the position he had put you into. Mingyu then gathered you into his arms, pulling you against his chest. One of his hands ran through your hair, fingertips gently tracing your ear.

"That's a good girl," he murmured, lips pressing against your temple. "Such a good girl."

You let your eyes slip shut, basking in his warmth. It was a dream come true, Mingyu pressed against you like this.

He shifted, hissing when his still-erect cock brushed against you. You slid your eyes open, hand moving against him. Mingyu stopped you, his large hand wrapping around your wrist.

"Don't worry about it," he said, thumb swiping at your palm. "It'll go away."

You hummed. And then you were pushing yourself off of him, wincing as your skin stuck to his from your combined sweat. Mingyu's eyes were wide, his hands still on your body. "It's okay, princess. Really. You don't have to make yourself --"

"I'm not making myself do anything," you shot back, giving him a sharp look. Mingyu blinked, taken aback by your tone. You pressed a hand against his abdomen and he allowed you, falling back flat against the bed.

"You punished me for being a pervert," you announced, slowly moving yourself to his thighs, legs cradling his. "I think it's time for your punishment, Kim Mingyu. After all, there's two perverts in this relationship."

#review #kai 🐇#yells

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subject-5 · 2 months ago

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*There was a knock on Usagi's door, two voices arguing quietly around*

@master-of-d1saster

{Usagi opens the door. He was chewing on something before he sets it was down. Kai can be seen asleep on the couch in the background.}

Aster?

#asks from the askbox ✉️#kai #rp narration chat #usagi 🐇

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seulreinaz · 9 months ago

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꒰ ꒰ ⋆ ۪ still with you 𓏸𓈒 𓇼 . . .

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fairybinie · 2 years ago

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.✰ 8:14 PM

🎧﹟‘this fluttering sensation my heart is mayhem but i love it we are finally perfect the two of us, us, us.’ - crown

pairings: idol!kai x gn!reader

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

wc: 1.1k

warnings: pet names, mentions of insecurity, kissing

꒰ 💌 ꒱ my contribution to k-labels debut event <3 also happy birthday to my bestest boy in the world ⋆˙⟡♡

“what’s on your mind, love?” kai asks as you two walk hand in hand near the calm, glistening pond.

you hum in slight exhaustion. still, a small smile forms on your face hearing your boyfriend’s voice after the comfortable silence between you two.

“nothing, i promise!” you do your best to reassure. you bring your intertwined hands in the air and move them back and forth as you continue to stride along the path.

“tsk, didn’t know we were lying to each other now,” kai shakes his head in a teasing manner. despite his actions, his words were serious enough. “c’mon, y/nnie. you were quiet throughout the entire dinner.”

ah, yes. kai and his members were back in town after the first half of their tour. tonight was kai’s birthday and you all decided to eat out in celebration of his special day. you were ecstatic seeing your boyfriend after all these months. seeing his pretty face in person after those daily facetime calls was much more than you could ask for. catching up with his friends was also a neat bonus, you missed them too.

it was too bad you weren’t exactly in your best mood. lately you haven’t been feeling like yourself. getting up in the morning has taken you longer, your sleep schedule has become inconsistent, you overthink everything you do now. not to mention, you haven’t felt great about your appearance recently. you’ve thought of confiding to kai about this, but he’s been so excited about his performances that you didn’t want to bring him down.

still, you can only handle so much burden.

you sigh in defeat and warn him in advance. “i don’t want to ruin your birthday with my stuff, bub.”

kai stops you both in your place which forces you to bring your gaze from the ground onto him, slightly off guard.

“we’re not going home until you do,” kai’s eyes glimmer in the moonlight, ensuring this safe space. “i mean- talk to me, not ruin my birthday.”

“i’ve just been in a funk, kai,” you eventually give in, staring at the water ahead. “i haven’t been feeling great mentally and physically and it’s taking a toll on me. even tonight, i was staring at myself in the mirror longer than usual! it’s like anything i do, wear, or say isn’t right and i don’t know what to do at this point.”

kai remains silent and thoroughly listens to your rant. with each word he traces small shapes on your hand, a habit of his you loved. he hasn’t done anything and he’s already soothing you.

“why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he asks in a whisper.

“i- you have a lot going for you, i didn’t think you’d understand,” now that you say it out loud, it’s a little unfair for you to assume something like that. your boyfriend was a star, not avoidant of feelings like this.

“and i…didn’t want to be a buzzkill,” you mumble under your breath while kicking a nearby pebble to the pond.

you both watch the stone trickle along the water creating the path it does. you glance up at kai, who sucks his right cheek in as he bites the inside in thought. he was too naturally cute to you, which has your eyes smile.

“baby, i was feeling the exact same way not too long ago,” kai mentions the truth that shocks you momentarily. you felt a sense of remorse, were you too focused on yourself to realize?

“you were?” you nearly gasp, upset with yourself.

“why do you think i barely showed my face while we talked on the phone?” kai reminds in a lighthearted manner. “at this point you’ve memorized my forehead.”

your lips form an o shape as you take in his confession, unsure of what to say next. kai fills in the empty void and continues to add on.

“i’ve had plenty of days like that,” kai reminisces as he longingly stares ahead before looking back at you in an admiring gaze.

“how do you make them go away?” your voice nearly cracks, almost like you’ve given up.

kai tilts his head as he thinks up to the stars before staring at the one standing right next to him.

“i’ve found that keeping yourself busy distracts you from those thoughts,” he responds. “or treating and enjoying yourself with the little things.”

“it’s hard to do that when you’re away,” you admit in a mutter, a pout following your words. the action brings you and kai to a smile.

“i know my love, but tour is almost over,” kai reassures while kissing your hands. a giggle escapes from you and kai excitedly reacts, pointing his free hand at you in a gotcha moment. “see, you can enjoy yourself!”

you try to hide your smile after he says that to mess with him and kai facepalms in a frown. he glances at the trail ahead and heads over there, letting go of your hand in the process. you follow behind him, confusion taking over you as there’s nothing special about this area.

kai kneels down on the ground and starts collecting stemless flowers. his palm eventually becomes busy with several colors and he stands up, not quite satisfied yet. your mouth opens in attempt to speak, but it’s interrupted with pondering sounds coming from kai as he walks over to the other side, seemingly in search of something else.

you stay in your spot as all you can see is his back, but it appears like he’s crafting something. it’s not until he turns around and walks over to you with a completed twine and those flowers all around it. he made you a flower crown on the spot.

“maybe this can bring you happiness these upcoming days,” kai says as he places the crown on your head with light hands. his touch was always so delicate. “you’re already feeling better, aren’t you?”

“i guess,” you tease with your eyes rolled, that smile coming right back. kai returns the favor as he admires you in awe seeing his creation compliment you so well.

“here, back up a little,” he instructs all of a sudden, but you do as you’re told.

kai reaches in his pocket for his cell phone and whips out his camera app. you catch along and start protesting with your hands covering your face, but he urges you with pleads and cute clap backs. you can’t resist, and eventually bring yourself to showcase your biggest grin in your beautiful flower crown that your boyfriend made.

“now this is the best gift i could ask for,” he nearly says to himself as the camera shutters. this would become his new lockscreen.

you return back to kai and he welcomes you in his arms. you fit right in his embrace and you two begin to head off back home where cuddling, more talks, and movie binges await you before he leaves the next day.

please do not translate, modify or repost on other platforms.

ﾟ𐦍༘⋆ @iyeonjuni @odxrilove @iuwon @ijhyo @cherr-y-eji @ameliesaysshoo @enhacolor @misscalcutta @cherrybeomgyu @wccycc @hyukabean @strawberri-uyu @hyuntaena @feyregels @boba-beom @luvnhwa @ericyjun @jmin-s @ashxxgyu @bibinnieposts @laylasbunbunny @shiguresohmas @beomsbeanie @stepout-09-15 @ox1-lovesick @soobsdior @ifwtyun @peachy-yabbay @sunlightwoo @ttyunz @rikijackson04 @miyawwn @aintgeluh @baekhyunstruly @wxnderingthoughts @myknifeyourlife @uwuheeseungie @luvrgirlkumi @s00buwu @kangfication

#🪐 — kai!#🐇 — fairybinie!#kflixnet #k-radio!#k-labels #k vanity #kl: debut #txt fluff #txt angst #txt imagines #txt scenarios #huening kai fluff #huening kai angst #huening kai imagines #huening kai scenarios #txt fics #huening kai fics

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onlymingyus · 2 years ago

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kai… my love, my most beloved and precious kai.. imagine inflection point cheol pulling you into the locker room after his teammates leave to warm up so that he can fuck you against his locker because he says it brings him good luck before a game.. and while you’re watching him play, hannie notices that a little bit of cheols cum is dropping down your thigh so he pulls you into the bathroom of your private seating area and he fucks cheols cum back inside of you and then stuffs you with his cum as well.. and when cheol greets you after the game with sloppy kisses cause he needs to fuck the adrenaline of winning out he notices you’re full of more cum then he left you with and he gets all pouty because you and hannie went to fuck instead of watching him play (and maybe he decides to be mean to the both of you that night with rough sex that leaves you and hannie completely dumb and sore…)

(love from inflection points #1 fan)

SC & JH — 02:55

you're insane. you're crazy. why would you leave this here? have you thought about my wellbeing??????

warnings: established poly, mlm undertones, smut (MINORS DNI)

a request for the inflection point series!

even when you dated him the first time, you were well aware that choi seungcheol is nothing short of insane.

but for your multimillionaire athlete of a boyfriend to purposely stay behind when all his teammates were headed to the field for a reason like this?

honestly? you completely expected it.

"this pretty pussy's just what i needed, baby," seungcheol rasps into your ear as he drives his aching cock into you with ruthless precision. "my little good luck charm."

you respond with a moan muffled into the palm of your clammy hand as your boyfriend pounds you into the cool metal of the lockers. unfortunately for you, this isn't the first time seungcheol was shameless enough to lie to his team—saying that he needed to have a word with you first before catching up for pre-game warm-ups.

of course, none of the other boys bought their captain's lie. you could've sworn you heard mingyu bet on how long seungcheol is going to take this time with wonwoo, but that's besides the point, really.

"remember when you used to kiss me for good luck before my games back in high school?" he chuckles, mouthing at the curve of your neck.

"t-this...this isn't just kissing, cheol," you mewl when he sucks at the skin above your thrumming pulse, arching your back against the vertical surface behind you as seungcheol paws at your tits through an old jersey of his that you repurposed into a crop top. "hurry up! hannie's already waiting for me, you horny idiot!"

your walls squeeze around his length like a vice—your juices squelching with each pass into your tight cunt. neither of you have enough time to fool around whenever seungcheol gets in the mood for a quickie in the locker rooms, so it's a good thing your boyfriend knows you well enough to make you come in record time.

his cock slams into you even harder when he crushes his mouth back onto yours—swallowing your lovely little moans as heavy balls slap against your mound. your skirt's more than ruffled at this point, but you can't bring yourself to care when he fucks you so good.

"you're squeezing so tight around me, sweetheart," he sighs against your lips—eyes glazed with equal parts lust and adoration as he hooks both of your thighs across his elbows. "you can pretend all you want how much you're in a hurry, but your cunt's telling me another story. my baby wants me to take my sweet time stuffing her full, huh?"

his blatant display of strength is so fucking hot, the pleasure he's giving you merely intensifies. seungcheol smirks when he feels your pussy flutter around his length—loving the way your eyes nearly roll to the back of your skull as he wrecks you in the name of good fortune.

"y-your cock's too big, cheolie," you mewl, biting your bottom lip to keep your moans from spilling out.

"too big? but weren't you the little minx who insisted that she could take me and jeonghan in her tiny pussy at the same time?" he taunts, quoting something you blurted out in a fucked out delirium sometime ago. "suddenly can't take it when i'm splitting you open anymore? what happened to all that spunk, baby?"

"quit stalling and just come inside me, jerk!"

seungcheol heaves another condescending laugh before pressing a firm kiss on your lips.

"gonna fill you up and you'll go sit right next to han during my game with your pussy dripping with my cum. make sure you don't waste a single drop, okay beautiful?"

you're far from your own release but it's the last thing on your mind when you're working on a time limit. nonetheless, you still preen at the feeling seungcheol twitch inside you before his thick cum gushes into your cunt in white hot spurts. you love it when he claims you like this—painting you in colors only he can mix together.

your athlete boyfriend does the honors of helping you put your underwear back on—making sure to pull the cotton taut against your ruined cunt to make you feel just how much he came inside you. the bastard even pats your pussy over the fabric with a sleazy smile.

"don't waste a drop, alright?"

"there you are."

jeonghan's relieved tone makes you a little guilty when he welcomes you to the private viewing deck he rented out in the stadium. while you typically enjoyed being surrounded by the defeating cheers of other onlookers in the stands, it's nice to have your own private space after what seungcheol just put you through.

"the game's about to start. i was starting to wonder where you ran off to this time." jeonghan pouts before helping you to your seat by the wide viewing glass.

you feel your face flush several shades darker, wondering if you did a good enough job at straightening yourself out in the restroom before hurrying over here. if jeonghan notices your internal distress, he doesn't show it.

today's game is a fundraiser of sorts for helping aspiring athletes who can't afford to go to prestigious sports universities in the country. the company that you and jeonghan work for is one of the main sponsors for the event, but even if it wasn't, you'd still be more than happy to watch one of seungcheol's games with him.

at least, that would be the case if you weren't squirming in your seat every ten seconds.

jeonghan, ever-so keen with your mannerisms, glances at you five minutes into the first half.

"you okay, sweetheart?" your boss-turned-boyfriend murmurs. "you're looking a little flushed. and sweaty. should i turn up the ac?"

you shake your head vigorously, pressing your thighs together as you hold back any lewd noises from the sensation of seungcheol's cum seeping out of your entrance. "n-no, i'm good, hannie. i'm just a little worn out from running all the way here."

the look on his face tells you he isn't convinced by your reasoning, but by the grace of whatever gods are out there, jeonghan lets it slide.

ten minutes in, your high-strung body is starting to cool down—the need for release that pulsed heavily in your core now subsiding into a dull ache. you manage to follow seungcheol's form around the field without wanting to kill him for leaving you high and dry.

thirty minutes in, jeonghan places a hand on your thigh—a gesture you don't really think twice about because he's always liked offering up the comfort of his touch even when you don't ask for it.

by the time the second half starts, that seemingly innocent hand starts to creep up your skirt.

"oh? so that's why," he chuckles when he finally discovers the mess between your thighs. "should've known cheol whisked you off for his new pre-game ritual again."

you can't help the way your thighs inch further apart as jeonghan massages your slit through your soiled underwear, making even more of seungcheol's release dribble out of your hole.

"hannie," you plead without really knowing what you're asking for.

your boss lets out a soft laugh, leaning in to plant a chaste kiss on your nose all while he starts building up your arousal all over again. "what is it, baby? our boyfriend's cum wasn't enough for you? greedy girl."

you shake your head, pawing at his chest to tug him closer. "didn't come..."

"hm? what's that?"

oh, fuck it.

disregarding the possibility of being seen by others outside the viewing deck, you slide yourself over to jeonghan's lap—facing him with a pathetically horny look on your face as you grind your hips into his. seungcheol's cum easily seeps through your panties and onto jeonghan's trousers, but your boss is the last person to scold you for such promiscuous behavior.

"cheol didn't make me come," you whine as jeonghan's hands rest against your hips. "wanna come so bad, hannie. need it. need you."

jeonghan shakes his head with an amused laugh as you continue grinding yourself onto his hardening length.

"one of the company's best employees, reduced into a cockdrunk mess on my lap," your lover tuts before thrusting his hips to give you the friction you craved. "want me to take you right here? where everyone can see?"

you do. god, you really fucking do, but—

"bathroom?" you ask meekly, and it jeonghan springs into action in a heartbeat.

your boyfriend forgoes all the foreplay he'd typically resort to when he's about to split you in half on his cock—knowing full well that the passage will be much too easy with how much cheol left you to deal with.

"he's such a selfish little bastard sometimes, no?" jeonghan sighs with false sympathy as he props you up against the sink—the sound of him unzipping his trousers like music to your ears. "pulls our princess to the side to fuck her and doesn't even think about making her come? he left such a filthy mess behind, too."

you nod a little mindlessly, practically drooling at the sight if jeonghan pumping his length into full hardness. "you'll make me feel good, right hannie?"

your boss flashes you a lazy smile as he slides his cock along your sensitive slit—making those prickles of pleasure flare across your skin once more.

"when have i ever said no to you, darling?"

he slides almost too easily into your velvet heat, cursing at how filthy you feel around him with yours and cheol's combined release coating his length. but this is far from the first time jeonghan's had seungcheol's sloppy seconds, and he easily sets a rhythm that has you curling into his embrace as he fucks your other boyfriend's cum back inside you.

"been a while since we had sex this messy," jeonghan groans, his beautiful face coming into view when he grabs your chin and forces you to meet his gaze. "i fucking love it when your slutty little pussy's filled to the brim. i'm no olympic-level athlete like cheol out there, but i can fuck you until morning if you asked me to, sweetheart."

your trembling fingers manage to find purchase on the front of his neatly pressed button-up, your muscles clenching around jeonghan's thick length as he drives himself into you with fervor that could rival seungcheol's.

"fuck, fuck, fuck," you whimper, lacing your fingers around his nape. "hannie, f-feels so good. so fucking good. wanna come on your cock. please, i'll be good. i'll be so good for you, i promise."

another thing jeonghan likes about fucking you when you're high off your own desperation is how mouthy you get. under normal circumstances, you'd be too embarrassed to start babbling like the cock hungry mess you are right now, so he'll definitely milk this opportunity for all it's worth.

the sight of seungcheol's cum gathering at the base of his cock in a creamy ring nearly makes him come on the spot. the sound that echoes in the tiled walls as jeonghan fucks it all back into you makes his head swim and he knows perfectly well that you're feeling the exact same way.

"our sweet little princess is already so good for us though," he coos, leaning closer so that you can feel his uneven breath on your face. "you let cheol use this cute pussy of yours for some stupid good luck ritual even if he didn't make you come."

he emphasizes the words with a harsh thrust that quite literally drives you up the wall and you croon out his name like it's the only word you know.

"h-hannie," you pant with a line of moisture pooling across your lasbes, desperately bucking your hips to meet his erratic thrusts as you claw your way to the apex of release. "'m so close, fuck. need you harder—deeper."

"demanding as always," he laughs softly before planting another kiss on the tip of your nose. if you weren't so fucking close to tears, you would've protested. "i got you, sweetheart. i'll let you come as many times as you want. our pretty baby deserves as much."

making good on his own promise, jeonghan fucks into you at an angle that has stars dancing in the seams of your vision. your lover sneaks a hand between your joined thighs, rubbing your oversensitive clit in tight circles that have you biting into his clothed shoulder.

your walls start to clench deliciously around his cock as you wrap your legs around his hips to pull him closer—not wanting even a microcosm of space to come between you.

"you're gonna let me come in this sloppy pussy, princess?" he whispers, the breathlessness in his voice betraying his composure. "gonna let me use you like cheol did? don't worry though, darling. unlike him, i won't leave you wanting."

the sincerity in his voice, coupled with the sparks of sensation shooting down your spine every time the pads of his fingers graze your clit it what pushes you over the edge. jeonghan silences your loud moan with a firm kiss, fucking you through your much-anticipated orgasm as he pinpoints his own.

"so fucking good for me, our sweet little baby," he growls as the mess between your thighs drips onto the marble sink. "fucking love how your cunt squeezes around me. i'm so close, darling. do you want me to—"

jeonghan's words are interrupted with an open-mouthed kiss as you slide your hot tongue against his. "give it to me, hannie," you breathe without pulling away, fingers threading themselves into his messy hair. "want your cum with cheol's. wanna be filled with both of you."

oh, he's only a man and you're one of the two best things that ever happened to him. how could he not heed your wishes?

as promised, jeonghan releases into your abused cunt with a guttural noise, hips never ceasing as he pumps his load inside you. you feel so full—both of your lovers' cum mixing in the sloppiest mess you've ever had between your thighs.

yet somehow, just when the two of you finally caught your breath and jeonghan is just about to offer to clean you up, you lower yourself back onto the floor—turning around with shaky legs as you bend over the sink to present the masterpiece they've made out of your cunt.

then, with the most devilishly innocent look you can muster:

"can you give me more, hannie?"

Cheol: where are you guys? you told me you'll both meet me by the locker rooms after the game. don't tell me you left without me :(

Hannie: we're kind of busy, babe

Cheol: ? busy with what?

Cheol: what could be more important than congratulating me after we won the game?

Hannie: [Sent an image.]

Cheol: oh. OH. so THAT'S how it's gonna be

Cheol: having fun without me again... you're both going to get it tonight, mark my words

Hannie: we never complain when you have fun with either of us when the other's not around, big sulky baby

Hannie: and cut her some slack. this one's taken enough cock for today, don't you think?

Cheol: well, i still need to get the adrenaline out of my system. what do you suggest i do about it huh?

Hannie: :)

Hannie: i gladly offer myself as tribute

#mars.recs #kai 🐇#what is wrong with you?#what is wrong with nova?#are you both insane?#deranged?#i want these two men in a way that i can not express #this is one of my FAVORITE series on tumblr #i can't explain to you how much this series means to me #poly means so much to me #you know this but you do it right #i just want yn enjoying han and cheol when cheol needs to get his energy out #because damn if that text didnt make me clench #like dammit kai!#my laywers will be in contact #jeonghan rec #seungcheol rec

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032104 · 6 months ago

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i keep seeing these tyunning photos on my feed… they look so good 🧎🏻‍♀️❤️

#rabbithole 🕳️🐇#this alone could pull me back into my moa era #kai’s makeup is so cutie i want to try it someday!

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quokkabite · 4 months ago

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HEHEHEHEHEHEHE—

lolol not us sending each other this at the same time 😭

#i have collected them all 🫳🐺🐷🐇🐹🤲🏼#kai 🎸

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97-liners · 2 years ago

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i've been such a huge fan of ur writing even way before we became mutuals and bc i feel weird abt rbing stuff u wrote for friends and losing it in the tags, i'll just take it here AJSDFJDFGH

i love prose that has a cinematic feel to it yk... not cinematic in a sense that it's grandiose or whatever, but rather, the way you write is always full of purpose !! every detail put into ur storytelling paints such a vivid picture of what's happening and you don't just tell us what goes on, instead you show us?? i hope that makes sense wahahaha

anyway, i'm so glad u rbed your junk drawer bc now i have more specimens to fawn over at my most convenient time <3 thank you for sharing these with us so much!

love, @lovelyhan <3

wdymmmmmmmm kai 😭 im soo flattered… a FAN ?!!! !???? thank u sooo much for this nice ask,,, also you’re great too omg i don’t read much smut but your writing is like a masterclass in comfort

#also don’t feel weird ab interacting w my stuff !!#if it’s on tumblr then it’s for everyone hehe #especially given the amount of stuff i have tucked away in secret google docs #kai 🐇#ask #97.yn #feedback

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drunk-on-dk · 2 years ago

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KAI IM GOING TO CRY!!!! ILY THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR KIND WORDS <333

Days and Nights were like... | Seventeen Headcanon (m)

Days and Nights with the members were... - ot13 headcanon

w/c: ~2.2k

warnings: suggestive content, some smut (? idk nothing too explicit, but MDNI), food and alcohol mentions, minors do not interact!!! (18+)

a/n: this was an activity I did to get my mind warmed up to keep working on some WIP, i hope you enjoy these!

Choi Seungcheol

Days with Seungcheol were… chaste kisses before you both leave for work. Sometimes they were random calls during your work break where any random bystander would think he was angry, but only you could practically hear the pout on his lips just from the slight whine in his tone, “when do you get off of work today? you didn’t even kiss me goodbye this morning.” He’d proceed to get his revenge by sending you pictures of him after his Jiu-Jitsu class.

Nights with Seungcheol were… nights out on the town, delicious food, one too many bottles of soju, and hasty kisses against the wall in the alleyway of the bar you two ended up at. Seungcheol would call you two a cab back home, shushing you and reminding you to behave (even though he doesn’t mind the PDA – it was the tinge of possessiveness in him). His hand would be tightly wrapped around your thigh the entire ride as a firm reminder of the night to come.

Yoon Jeonghan

Days with Jeonghan were… ruffles of your hair as he agrees to help you try a new recipe in the kitchen. Ultimately, you’re stifling any giggles of yours as Jeonghan almost loses his everlasting patience for the nth time over a new kitchen appliance. You’ll find all sorts of items in the oddest of places after your meal is done, even the measuring spoon that Jeonghan oh-so-cleverly hid in your hoodies appears days later in the wash. Admittedly, even after all the tomfoolery, Jeonghan swears every new recipe is the best damn meal of his life, and you believe him every time.

Nights with Jeonghan were… carefree and adventurous, yet safe and warm; anything goes when it’s just you two against the world. Whether it is a night out with each other’s friends, or if it's hours rolling between the sheets, you two will never get enough of each other (not when you’re each other’s favorite person). He’d play nice for you all day, but when he had you right where he wanted you in bed, he’d ravage you until he knew his angel was taken care of.

Hong Joshua

Days with Joshua were… comfortable conversations between tasks, forehead kisses, and earnest touches. Nothing you did ever went unnoticed, even if it was from afar. Not a day would pass that Joshua didn’t make sure that you knew your worth. Loving notes were left on the mirror, sweet nothings were whispered in passing, and deep conversations were held over cups of coffee. It’s almost as if he was fueled by making you blush.

Nights with Joshua were… candlelit dinners at your favorite restaurant shared smiles that make your cheekbones hurt, and whipped cream kisses. However, the feast didn’t end after dessert but continued all the way to the bed. He was always a starved man when it came to you, but you were insatiable as well. Maybe you’d two even try a new kink that was mentioned over dinner every so often.

Wen Junhui

Days with Junhui were… comfortable, quiet walks around town just to end up at a cat café. He’d talk your ear off the whole way home about how cute that one kitty was and how you two should go back tomorrow. He’d become shy once he’d realized he hadn’t let you get a word in once, but you always reassure him that you love listening to him, no matter the topic.

Nights with Junhui were… loving arms encapsulating your frame as you both scrolled through your social media. You’d find yourself counting his moles just like how you’d count the stars in the night sky. He’d give you a curious look up until you’d smash your lips into his, which of course he’d melt into without hesitation. He likes when you take control, he loves that you take the time every night to let him know just how important he is to you.

Kwon Soonyoung

Days with Soonyoung were… toothy smiles and shared sweatshirts. Soonyoung couldn’t hide his chuckle or smile when you’d stumble out of your room in his clothing. If he could, he’d bottle you up and take you everywhere with him. However, it was Soonyoung who followed you everywhere, to the grocery store, to the mall, on your walks to the park when you’d already put your headphones on. It’s not like you’d ever complain though, you don’t know what you’d do without him.

Nights with Soonyoung were… coming up with ridiculous dance moves in the middle of a bar. Everyone was convinced you two were the perfect match. Beyond the bubbly nature of your relationship, nights with Soonyoung were carnal, driven by pure desire and hunger. All you had to do was nibble on his ear, whisper something dirty, and he was on his knees at the edge of the bed for you. God, you were perfect for him, there was no one else like you.

Jeon Wonwoo

Days with Wonwoo were… cozy like rainy days, the smell of petrichor making you feel at ease as you and Wonwoo start yet another movie. You both liked the excuse to stay in with each other all day with no obligations, just enjoying one another’s company and listening to the pitter-patter of raindrops on the window. You’d sink deeper into his hold when he’d laugh at a funny part of whatever movie was on, loving the way his deep laugh vibrated from his firm chest and made your entire body tingle with warmth.

Nights with Wonwoo were… letting him teach you his favorite game and pouting when you’d continue to lose to him, even though he is an experienced player. Shockingly enough, you’d soon become better at it than he is after a few hours spent playing together. Ultimately, this would earn you a special award later in between the sheets for all your achievements. He’d still make you work for it though as a reminder of your bratty attitude earlier on, but he’d make it worth your while as per usual.

Lee Jihoon

Days with Jihoon were… packed lunches and visits to him. He was the hardest worker you’d ever met, someone had to take care of him, and you made sure that person was you. He’d never know how to voice his appreciation, but you knew he’d cared without needing him to say anything. You understood just how much he cared when you peeked in the top drawer of his desk; all your little sticky notes from the packed lunches that you brought him were all saved, piled, and kept neatly in an accessible spot. You’d continue to write the notes even though he’d look flustered every time he’d open his lunch.

Nights with Jihoon were… staying tucked away in your hotel room together, sharing fleeting kisses during commercials, and venturing out to the local convenience store to pick up various snacks. You made Jihoon crack in ways that no one else ever could. He’d like to consider he had good restraint, but that didn’t apply when it came to you. You’d be pinned down tightly against whatever surface he could have you on, basking in the way you’d become so pliable for him so quickly.

Lee Seokmin

Days with Seokmin were… soaking in the sunshine of his everlasting warmth, feeling sun-kissed from all the shared chuckles and jokes. You’re not even sure what you two are laughing about at this point, all you know is that the world seems to slow down every time you look him in the eyes, pure joy radiating through your body and calming you for a second before you break into another fit of laughter.

Nights with Seokmin were… scattered clothing across the floor, up the stairs, and down the hallway leading to your bedroom. Your lips would only break apart to come up for air occasionally. The taste of your lips, the touch of your skin, the smell of your hair. It was all enough to overwhelm his senses. If it were up to Seokmin, he’d breathe you in all day and all night. He’d consume you if he could.

Kim Mingyu

Days with Mingyu were… random acts of kindness, the type that makes your cheeks burn when he’d drop off your favorite mid-day pick-me-up coffee at work, or when you’d come home to a bouquet of roses and a handwritten note. You didn’t need all these items when you already had the most thoughtful partner in the world, his smile when you’d walk through the door was enough of a gift for you.

Nights with Mingyu were… shy, soft touches that slowly became desperate and rough. He was easy to rile up, and you enjoyed doing so by teasing him every so often whilst you two were out and about. You’d pass by him, ensuring that you’d graze him just enough to drive him crazy, earning you a warning squeeze to your hip. You’d have him begging for you by the end of the night like the good boy he is.

Xu Minghao

Days with Minghao were… shared book recommendations, he’d bring you the most recent novel he completed and thought you might enjoy it as well. The scent of your sweet perfume would mix with the aroma of the inked paper, and there was nothing more comforting than that. Reading sessions would become tickle-fights. He liked the way you’d pout, a wide smile on his face as you squirmed in his grasp. He’d feel content once he’d released you, absolutely endeared how you’d immediately bury yourself back in the chapter you left off at.

Nights with Minghao were… random “fashion shows” that had him clutching his stomach from laughing too hard, absolutely endeared by how you’d exit his closet in haphazardly pulled-together outfits. Nights with him were also experimental because no one else knew you better than he did. Minghao knew exactly how to push you to the brink, knew exactly how to make you shiver in anticipation, and knew your body better than anyone else ever could. He could stay in with you every night if you let him.

Boo Seungkwan

Days with Seungkwan were… noticing how well your head nuzzled into the crook of Seungkwan’s neck. You two fit together like two puzzle pieces, comfortably sipping on your coffees as you two took some time to rest together between errands and daily tasks. You’d listen to Seungkwan rant about something that had gone wrong in the day. Thank goodness he couldn’t see the small smile that graced your features as he’d ramble on, sipping on the sweet taste of your drink and burrowing even deeper into his neck.

Nights with Seungkwan were… long winds of karaoke that would eventually exhaust you both. Seungkwan would watch you with an endearing smile as you plop down on the couch. The kisses were always long and deep on tired nights like this. Lovemaking was slow paced like the ballads you two had previously belted. Or the rhythm was quick and sharp, using up the last ounce of energy until you were milking him dry.

Hansol Vernon Chwe

Days with Vernon were… soft bobs of the head as you two worked on your own tasks. Vernon had curated the playlist, especially for moments like this. When you had asked him about it, he’d stuttered out a response that it was something he just threw together for fun. There wasn’t a day that went by that you didn’t listen to his playlist. Most of the songs would end up in your top played by the end of the year, forever being gentle reminders of your relationship with Vernon.

Nights with Vernon were… as if the stars and moon perfectly aligned no matter the season, the way Vernon’s eyes twinkle in the moonlight is enough for you to believe in fate. Vernon believes in it too, jaw slack every time you strip down for him, rather he is unbelieving you are his for the taking. He does everything he can to ensure you receive the love you deserve, the way your body so perfectly molds against him is a reminder that fate does really exist.

Lee Chan

Days with Chan were… constant exchanges of texts. He’d send you a pun, followed by a random picture of one of the guys, followed by a sweet “I miss you” message. You were quick to reciprocate, as something about his demeaner hit a soft spot in you. You yearned to see his bright smile after each text, knowing that the pun you shot right back would make him laugh in an instant. Imagining his soft chuckle and smile was enough to get you through the day until you could come back home to him.

Nights with Chan were… not nearly as soft as your text exchanges. It was domineering and passionate, but Chan liked when you gave him a taste of his own medicine. The bedroom was competitive for you two in a way, however, there was one shared goal of pleasing each other. You both would always go to bed satisfied, the lusty rivalry tiring you both out until you found peace in each other’s arms.

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abbysdolly · 2 years ago

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hi hi, mutuals? :0

Omg hiii! Yes I would love to be mutuals, hon!!! I already followed you! ♡♡ How are you sweetie? （⌒▽⌒）

(I follow from @bloomdolly which is my main but this is my tlou blog! (≧∇≦)/)

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multi-kpop-fanfics · 2 years ago

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you won't hurt joshua in hpfh6 right RIGHT RIGHTTTTTTTTTT

uhm

#my lips are SEALED #cryoculus #kai🐇#answered✨

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cheolism-archive · 2 years ago

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KAI HOLY SHIT IM SMOOCHING U GENTLY!!! I originally was trying to make it a strictly hot fic with the reveal at the very end but!!!! I feel like having it revealed before then and it being bc of seokmin’s natural tendency towards silliness suited better!!!! I absolutely fucking love every word you’ve written skdjkskskss I’m going to treasure this review so much. Thank u sm for reading n liking it I’m 🥹🩷

stranger

➳ lee seokmin x fem!reader

➳ summary: when a mysterious stranger in the club offers to take you to his hotel for the night you're powerless to protest.

➳ 5.9 words

➳ tags: oooh boy ok. stranger roleplay, failed roleplay. dom! seokmin, service top! seokmin, failed hard!dom seokmin. married sex, harsh and gentle sex, the duality of lee seokmin. humorous sex, seokmin is extremely sensitive. oral (reader receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, frotage in public. seokmin likes praising reader. overstimulation. puppy seokmin tries to be a wolf and fails and succeeds at the same time. some exhibitionism but not. like. a lot. a married couple tries to spice things up and instead end up dropping the roleplay because of their inability to keep it together.

➳ warnings: fem pet names (good girl, princess), reader wears a bra. seokmin's pecs are called breasts bc i think the term pec is ridiculous and hate it. his abs are mentioned!!!

➳ note: inspired by the photo above!! i have many, many thoughts abt this picture.

When the stranger beckoned you to him, you were powerless to disobey. Like a fish on a line you went to him, the grin on his face never wavering as you crossed the room.

You had been watching him all night, enough to know he had been doing the same with you. He wore a patchwork suit that was ugly in a way only expensive clothes could be. The pants clung to his muscular thighs, which he parted tauntingly, as if he was trying to convince you to sit in his lap. His blazer hung loosely around him, the neck deep and showing off his collarbones and the valley between his breasts.

As you neared you were able to discern the little details about him. The noble climb of his nose, the strength in his jaw, the severe cut of it. The silver chain that rested perfectly on his collar, drawing your attention to it with every shift.

You wondered what it would be like to run your lips along it, to feel the cold metal in your mouth as you kiss his chest.

"Have a seat," the man said once you were near, a soft little smirk on his lips. He reached out with large hands, fingers slim and nimble, settling on your hips. You followed his lead, pressing your hands to his shoulders and lowering yourself onto his thighs. He let out a little groan once you settled, his hands smoothing over your back to guide you closer and closer until you were pressed against him, noses brushing, your cunt resting directly over his dick with only your clothes separating you.

"What a good girl you are," he murmured, nose nudging yours. One of his hands slipped underneath your shirt, fingertips pressing against your skin. His other hand grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand off of his shoulder and tangling his fingers with yours. "Good girls shouldn't be left unattended in places like this, should they?"

You hummed, watching his fingers as they played with yours. They were elegant and long, far longer than your own. You couldn't help but wonder what they would feel like wrapped around your throat or deep inside your cunt, working against your walls.

He shifted, the hand underneath your shirt holding you still as he adjusted himself. You could feel the shape of his cock beneath your ass, could feel how large it seemed. You wondered if he was just as eager for you as you were him, if he had been lusting after you as soon as his eyes caught yours, just as you had him.

It was horrible, you had realized, how it took just one little smirk from a stranger for your panties to become soaked.

"Tell me princess," he hummed, fingers untangling from yours to tug at your hair. He took a lock in his fingers, rubbing his thumb over the strands. "Such a sweet thing like you should have some big boyfriend standing guard over her in a place like this."

You shook your head, your lock of hair slipping from his fingers. He then tucked it behind your ear, the pads of his fingers trailing over the shell of your ear, tracing the cartilage. His touch was so gentle, but while you could find comfort in it, could liken it to the touch you would give a sleeping kitten, his hands did anything but calm you.

His touch was kind, but instead of soothing you he lit your nerves on fire with it. He touched you softly, sensually, dragging the pads of his fingers against your skin, coaxing goosebumps into rising. The stranger's touch was light, but no less noticeable than if he had been demanding with it.

"No boyfriend," you said. You laced your hands around his neck, fingers pressing into the short strands at the back of his head and petting. He hummed in approval. "I'm here by myself."

He sighed, shaking his head. "Sweet little things shouldn't be visiting clubs and bars without someone to protect them."

"Maybe you could be my boyfriend," you volunteered, eyes lowering to his mouth. His lips seemed to shine and glimmer, and you wanted to trace them with your tongue and taste to see if he had put any gloss on them. "Just for the night."

He laughed, his hand locking behind your back underneath your shirt. "Yeah?"

You nodded, bumping your nose against his. "Yeah. And you could do what boyfriends do."

"And what's that, princess?"

"You know." You bit your lip, glancing up to see his heavy gaze on your mouth. You released your lip from your teeth, smoothing over it with your tongue. "Like you said. Could protect me."

He hummed in thought. The music of the club, the clamor and chat of the crowd, seemed all so far away from the two of you. "And what would I get? For protecting you?"

"Well, boyfriends don't just protect their partners." You sunk your fingers fully into his hair, sliding through the strands and smoothing them. "They often do other things too."

The stranger hissed, his hands flattening against your back. He slid them against your skin, bunching up your shirt before gripping your hips. He squeezed your love handles before pulling your hips down and onto him, guiding you into a rocking motion.

"And what other things are there, sweet girl?" You could feel his length as it protested against his pants, pressing against your core. Nearly subconsciously you splayed your thighs further apart, baring down on him.

You gasped, eyes fluttering shut. He was hard against you, from his cock to his thighs to his chest. You angled your hips to grind your clit down on him, and even through all the layers of clothes the drag felt delicious, had you curling your toes in your shoes and digging your nails into his hair.

"Come on, princess," he chuckled, pressing his nose into your cheek. "What other things can boyfriends do?"

He pressed his mouth against the curve of your jaw, not quite kissing. You breathed shakily as his mouth traced your jaw. "They can -- you know."

You could feel his lips turn into a smile against your skin. "Hm, I don't know, princess. Gotta put that pretty mouth of yours to use and tell me."

"Boy -- boyfriends can fuck their girls," you sighed, turning your face towards him. He cursed, voice low and guttural, and then his hand was wrapping around your neck and bringing your mouth to his.

He kissed you eagerly, as if he was intent on devouring you. His mouth was a raging fire against yours, swallowing everything you gave him, your soft sighs and shifts against him fuel. When he shoved his tongue in your mouth it was as if he was shoving the flame inside of you, too, and you felt it travel through your body and settle deep in your gut.

Just as you thought: he tasted like the strawberry lip gloss you always tucked into your purse.

When he pulled away the two of you were connected by a thick string of saliva, your harsh breaths joining him in the small space between the two of you. He laughed, lips quirking up and illuminating his face in brightness that seemed to come from the sun itself.

"If that's the case," he breathed, leaning forward once again and pressing his mouth against the corner of your lips. His lips trailed down to your chin, leaving a blazing path behind. "Then I guess I'll accept your little proposition, princess."

You rolled your hips against him, bringing a little groan from him. His hands clenched down on your hips, stilling you, branding you with his strength.

"Not here, baby." He pulled away. His dark eyes were sparked with lust, his mouth red from the ferocity of your kisses. "There's a hotel on the corner. Think you can hold it in long enough for us to make it?"

You shot him a little look that brought out another laugh. Then he was using his large hands to guide you off of him. When you stood you couldn't help but stumble, your knees weak from him.

"Careful, princess," he lightly scolded you, standing and giving you his arm. You accepted it, tangling your arm around his.

The spring air was cool against your skin when the two of you stepped out of the club, leaving behind the bright LEDs and music. Couples and groups were milling about in front of the club, the night still young.

He removed his arm from yours, wrapping it around you instead to bring you close. He ducked his head down next to your ear, murmuring just loud enough for you to hear. "Better to a good job of being your boyfriend, I think, and protect you from all the riffraff."

You laughed, throwing your head back. He giggled, a cute thing that had your heart swelling. "You're just as bad as them," you reminded, "picking up some stranger from a club and taking them to a hotel."

"Maybe you're right," he agreed. His eyes seemed to sparkle, the dim light of the yellow street lamps doing nothing to lessen his beauty. "Do you feel like it's the Big Bad Wolf taking you away?"

You hummed, letting him guide you to the building at the end of the block. He stuck his hand into the pocket of his patchwork pants, taking out a keycard and swiping it. "I don't know . . ."

"You don't know?" His eyes crinkled at the corners, his hand on your shoulder sliding down to the middle of your back as he guided you inside the hotel. "What'll help you make up your mind?"

The hotel was nice. The floors were clean, the woman behind the counter giving the two of you a friendly smile. You grinned back at her before answering the stranger at your shoulder. "Maybe you could bite me. You know. Like a wolf does."

His gasp was loud in the quiet of the lobby. Then the stranger's hands were on your hips and he was steering you towards the elevator, slapping down on the button as soon as he neared it.

You giggled, falling back into his chest. You snuck your hand up underneath his blazer, fingers dipping into the band of his pants. His skin was so warm against your hand that it almost felt as if you were touching a heater instead of a human.

The elevator doors opened with a ding, and then he was pressing you inside. The man slapped down on his floor button, jammed the button to close the doors, and then he was spinning on you.

His cologne seemed to devour you as he pressed you against the elevator wall, towering over you. His bangs hung in his eyes as he trapped you, voice low and settling deep in your gut. "What a fucking tease my princess is."

"Camera," you stuttered out, eyes flicking up. "Elevators have cameras."

The stranger growled as he spoke, as if he really was the Wolf come to consume you. "Fuck the cameras, princess. You didn't care about cameras when you were sticking your hand down my pants in the lobby."

The elevator doors pinged open, and then his hands were on your hips and driving you out. His hands were squeezing your sides so tightly that you thought they would leave marks.

He didn't stop talking as he took you down the hall, his voice low in his throat. "Acting like a good girl, acting like some little princess. Batting your eyes and whining and acting all innocent. You're just a little desperate slut, aren't you? Just a whore disguised as an angel."

He stopped in front of his door, bringing back out his keycard. He thrusted it against the keypad and as soon as it unlocked he was shoving the door open, urging you inside.

You turned just in time to watch him swing the door shut and lock it. His fingers, his long, lovely fingers that seemed to taunt you with every passing moment, went to his blazer. He hurriedly slipped the buttons out of their holes, every release revealing more and more of his smooth, golden skin.

He tossed his blazer onto a chair, baring his torso for your eyes. You eagerly drank him in. His golden skin glowed in the faint lights of the hotel room, casting shadows on his abs. His torso was decorated with moles, just like the rest of him, and your eyes focused on the one on his right breast, wanting nothing more than to press your lips against it.

But then he was against you, his quick fingers on the button of your pants. He popped it out of the hole, finger hooking onto your zipper and sliding it. He pressed his face into your neck, mouth attaching to the skin there and sucking kisses into it. You could feel the tip of his nose against your skin, the warmth of his breath as he spoke.

He hooked his finger into your pants, tugging them down the curve of your ass. “God. Can’t believe you’re taunting me like this. Always love these pants on you, you know? How they hug your ass, your pretty thighs. Always want to wrap my hands around them and leave my marks when you wear them. Everyone’s always staring at you when you wear them, staring at my girl.”

You gasped, arching into his touch as his hands slid underneath your underwear and cupped your ass, his teeth skimming along your neck. Your hands sought out him, grabbing at his arms, squeezing at his thick biceps and feeling the muscles flex as he kneaded at the fat of your ass.

“Please,” you begged, nails digging into his skin. “Please.”

He grinned against your skin. Then he pressed one last kiss to your neck. He moved away, long fingers grabbing onto the waistband of your underwear and tugging it down. He got to his knees as he pulled your underwear and pants. “On the bed, princess.”

You perched yourself on the edge of the bed, leaning back on your hands. His long, elegant, nimble fingers made quick work of the buckle to your shoes, guiding them off of your feet and gingerly setting them against the wall. Then he began tugging at your pants and underwear, throwing them next to your shoes.

Heat immediately gushed into your cheeks as his hands wrapped around your feet, thumbs running along the arches. Then he bent and pressed his mouth to the top of each of your feet, making your toes curl and a little squeal escape you.

He laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners and nose wrinkling cutely. “Sorry, I’m sorry.” He stood up, his hands going to his own button and zipper. When his pants dropped and you got a good look at the outline of his dick through his underwear you couldn’t help the little moan that left you. Heat flushed through your body, your cunt clenching.

He laughed again. “What? Does your little cunt like something, princess?”

He palmed his dick through his underwear as he came to you, your eyes caught on the action. He was big. He was huge. You should’ve expected it from the size of his hands alone, but even through his underwear you could see the shape of him and see how large it was.

You wondered, fleetingly, how it’ll fit.

His hands went to your thighs, squeezing. You let him guide you up onto the bed properly, the stranger coming to the edge. His hands went to the hem of your shirt, tugging on it. “Wanna take this off too, sweetheart? I’d like to see all of you.”

Feeling heat return to your cheeks, you pulled your shirt off and dropped it to the side of the bed. When your hands went to your bra his hands prevented you.

He lowered his face next to yours, voice low. “I’ll take care of this, if you don’t mind.”

Then he was skimming his hands over your breasts, mapping them out. You gasped as he squeezed at your breasts through the fabric of your bra, playing with them and feeling their weight in his palms.

After he toyed with your breasts for a few moments, drawing gentle little puffs of air from you, hips grinding down on the bed in an exceedingly feeble effort to get some sort of relief, he went to work undoing your bra. His hands fumbled with the hooks for a few seconds, the silence between the two of you lengthening.

A loud giggle escaped you, causing him to freeze against you. You shook your head, hands shooting out and looping around his neck. “Ignore me,” you urged, “I’m just being silly.”

He huffed, the air against your cheek making your lashes flutter. “I can do it.” He shifted, using his height to peer over your shoulder. “I’ve taken off bras hundreds of times before.”

“Of course, of course,” you hurriedly agreed, sinking your hand into his hair. You combed through the strands lazily. You felt it as soon as he successfully unhooked your bra, the relief shooting through you.

“See?” He said, pulling away. You lifted your arms out to him, letting him tug the bra off. “I can take bras off.”

“I never doubted you, sweetheart,” you bit down on your smile, trying to contain the affection that was threatening to pour out. You cleared your throat, tossing your hair over your shoulder. “It’s a task most boyfriends are rather adept at, I hear. Taking bras off their girls.”

He smothered his own smile, nodding at your words. “Yes. And as you saw, I’m a good bra remover.”

“The best I’ve ever seen,” you sympathized.

He snorted, a loud noise that made you startle and then laugh in turn. He pressed towards you, putting his body back between your legs and wrapping his arms around you. “I’m supposed to be seducing you.”

“I’m seduced!” You protested into his chest. You pressed your face further, placing kisses against his skin. He was warm, as he always was, like a space heater. “I’m so seduced. Really.”

“You promise?”

You giggled into his skin. He began to pull away, a whine on his lips. But you hurriedly wrapped your arms around his middle, keeping him from going too far. “I promise! I promise, really, sincerely.”

Your husband sighed, digging his face into your hair. “I messed this all up.”

“You didn’t!” You kissed the mole on his left breast before retreating, peering up at him. “You didn’t mess it up, Seokmin. Promise.”

“It’s the bra’s fault,” he mumbled, pouting.

You laughed, nodding in agreement. “You’re right, you’re right. It’s not as if we’ve been together for six years and you’ve had at least five and a half years of experience with taking off my bra specifically.”

He whined, pulling away and pouting at you. Seokmin slid his fingers through your hair, pushing it back behind your ear. “You’re such a bully.”

You caught his hand with yours, pressing your lips to his palm and kissing it. He softly exhaled, and you could feel the weight of his eyes on you as you began kissing his boney wrist, his forearm. You skimmed your lips over his skin, going as far as you could reach without moving from your spot on the bed.

“I’m a bully, am I?” You lowered your hands over his back, running your fingertips over the waistband of his underwear, causing Seokmin to shiver into you. “Why don’t you do something about it, stranger?”

He huffed a laugh. Seokmin bent over and pressed his lips to your hairline. “Okay. Okay.”

Then Seokmin separated from you completely, clearing his throat. “Climb up the bed, princess.”

You tried to stifle your smile but to not avail. You turned and began crawling up the bed, making sure to wiggle your ass as you did. Seokmin’s answering giggle was enough to make you laugh, burying your face into the pillows of the hotel bed.

His hands smoothed over your bare ass, squeezing. You began rising again to turn, but Seokmin pressed down on your middle, keeping you flat on the bed. “Stay still, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.”

You nodded, turning your head so you could watch him out of the corner of your eye. You watched as he took off his underwear, baring his entire body to you. You drank him in greedily.

Seokmin was gorgeous. He was beautiful. He always was. But his dick -- his dick stole your breath away even though you had seen it a thousand times before. You couldn’t help but watch as one of his hands smoothed over it. His dick was long and thick, and you knew from experience how well it could fill you. You knew how it felt when he was hammering his hips into you, how it felt like you could feel his dick deep in your gut. How it would make you feel impossibly full and whole, as if you were a puzzle missing half of itself and he held the piece.

“Like what you see, baby?”

His words had you flushing, abruptly turning on him to bury your face back into the pillow. Seokmin laughed again, and then you could feel the mattress shift as he began to climb up after you.

Seokmin’s hands, large and heavy, grazed over your thighs. He mapped them out, as if he hadn’t spent the last five years memorizing them. His touch had your eyes fluttered shut, your hips rising to try and meet his hands.

“You’re so beautiful, princess.” Seokmin’s breath was warm as he lowered his face to your back, speaking sweet-nothings against your skin. As he spoke his hands began manipulating your thighs, spreading them out, making room for him to lay between them. “I’m so lucky. I’m the luckiest man in the world, princess. You’re so beautiful.”

“What happened to being the Big Bad Wolf?” You asked, face half against the pillow.

Seokmin kissed the lowermost part of your back. One of his hands held a thigh in place, allowing him to skim his fingertips along your cunt. “Are you telling me you’re not feeling like a wolf’s prey, darling?”

Two of his fingers brushed against your hole, not quite entering. You whined a little, burrowing into the pillow. When you tried to lift your hips in an attempt to guide his fingers into your cunt he moved the hand that was propping your thigh up to return to your back, pressing you down on the bed. “Keep still, princess. That’s a good girl. Gotta be a good girl for me. I know you can, you’re always so good. Always so good and pretty, so good and sweet.”

Seokmin hooked his fingers into your hole, intruding to the first knuckle. Immediately you were trying to back up into him, trying to shove them in all the way. But then Seokmin sighed; you could feel the warmth of his breath against your ass. “Told you to be a good girl, sweetheart.”

“I am!” You argued weakly, pouting against the pillow even though he couldn’t see. “Just want your fingers in me, Seokmin. Want to feel you.”

He kissed the globe of your ass, causing you to clench. “My girl’s so needy. You act like I didn’t just fuck you the night before last.”

Slowly, as if this was your first time and not closer to the thousandth, Seokmin guided his fingers inside of your cunt. You could feel every centimeter, your entire body focusing on the glide of them, how they slid against your walls and forced them to expand. You didn’t even realize you were moaning into the pillow until he said something.

“Love the way you sound, sweetheart.” He kissed you again, the gentleness of his lips coinciding with the tender way he fingered you. His fingers seemed never-ending, so long and crooking inside of you, brushing against your walls. “You always sound so pretty for me, baby.”

Then his fingers found the sponge inside of you that had you crooning, wiggling against his hold. Seokmin draped his weight against you, holding you to the bed. He massaged that sponge for a moment, dragging sweet whines and moans from your lips.

“Perfect,” he mumbled. Seokmin dragged his fingers out of your cunt, slowly as to allow you to feel every single millimeter. Your cunt protested, clenching and squeezing around him, trying to keep his fingers inside. “Look at how eager your pretty little cunt is for me, princess. You’re always so eager for me. Always so desperate for my fingers.”

Swiftly Seokmin slid them back in, his fingertips hitting your core directly. You couldn’t help the loud groan that escaped you in response.

“Let me hear you, darling.” He kissed your ass again, scissoring out his fingers. “Wanna hear everything you got to say.”

Seokmin fingered you gently and quickly, though no less effectively. Every single drag of his fingers had your walls clenching around him, every single brush of his fingers against your core had you moaning and bucking back into him. You wanted him, wanted him so badly.

He withdrew his fingers entirely to reposition himself, changing the angle of his hand. This time three of his fingers pressed against your hole and your entire body tensed in response.

When his thumb brushed against your clit you couldn’t help but moan, driving your hips back and onto his fingers. They entered you, the three of them impaling you. Seokmin cursed, his other hand flying to your ass in an attempt to steady you. “Careful, princess, gotta be --”

“Fuck me,” you begged, grinding your hips back and onto his fingers further, driving the three digits deeper. “Fuck me, Seokmin, please.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, baby,” he murmured, hand squeezing your ass soothingly. “I don’t want you to be hurt.”

“Seokmin.” He didn’t move as you rocked your hips back and forth, guiding them in and out. “Just fuck me, Seokmin. I want you to fuck me, I want you to fill me up with your cock, want you to stuff my cunt.”

Your husband cursed, and then his fingers were leaving you entirely. You gasped, a protest on your lips.

Then his hands were on your hips, turning you over. Seokmin hooked his arms around your legs, dragging them up and baring your cunt for him. He released his hold on one of your thighs to pull at his dick, a soft little curse escaping him.

Leaning over you, he was like a god. His bangs were stuck to his head by a sheen of sweat, his eyes dark and piercing. He seemed so wide, caging you in like this. His shoulders were broad and golden, Seokmin’s abs glistening from the sweat brought on by your activities. The little silver chain around his neck dangled as he hovered, seemingly taunting you.

When the head of his cock brushed against your hole you couldn’t help but groan, squeezing your eyes shut. You knew the head of his dick was thick, knew how it always took a moment for your body to accept it.

Seokmin lowered his face, pressing his forehead against yours. You dragged your eyes from his dick to his face, watching his face contort as he tried to control himself, tried to keep from plunging into you. His pretty lips were twisted, eyes squeezed shut.

He jostled the two of you, moving his hand from his dick. Seokmin brushed his fingers against your clit before he focused on it, rubbing at it. Each rub, each drag of his digits against your clit had you arching into him, mouth falling open at the pleasure that began pooling in your gut.

“There’s a good girl,” he murmured, and then he was pressing into you. Seokmin guided himself in gently, feeding you slowly, your cunt still so tight around him despite having prepared you.

“Tell me --” You gasped out, hands moving to squeeze at his biceps. “Tell me when.”

Seokmin nodded, his nose brushing against yours. You knew you couldn’t take all of him, couldn’t fit all of his dick inside of you if you were expected to be able to walk out of the hotel tomorrow.

“You’re so fucking tight, princess,” he huffed, mouth hot against your cheek. “Always so fucking tight around my dick, always squeezing around me so perfectly. You were made for me, princess, fuck.”

Seokmin settled against you, the hand that was on your clit moving instead to brace beside you on the bed. He was completely still, his gentle pants warming your body and causing you to shiver.

“Seokmin,” you breathed, clenching around his cock and drawing out a low groan. He was so thick and long and even though he wasn’t entirely inside of you, you felt so completely full. It stung a little, the stretch, but you couldn’t help but grind your hips up into him, searching eagerly.

“Stop,” he gasped out, eyes flying open. His eyes were wide, his fingers digging into your skin and surely leaving little crescents. “Sweetheart, don’t move.”

You tensed in his hold, your hands stilling against him. “Seokmin? Seokmin, are you okay? Fuck, Seokmin, I swear if you’re hurt --”

“No --” Seokmin ducked his head, burying his face into your sweaty neck. “Fuck. Princess, I’m gonna cum.”

You blinked, uncomprehending. “You -- Seokmin, we haven’t even done anything!”

“I know!” He cried out, unwilling to face you. “I know! I’ve just -- I’ve been hard since I dropped you off at the club and nearly came in my pants when you were grinding on me there, and I wanted to fuck you rough and hard but I’m going to fucking spill right now.”

“Oh my God,” you whispered. “Seokmin. We’ve been married for a whole fucking year. We’ve been having sex for nearly six years.”

“You’re so mean,” he mumbled. “So fucking mean to me.”

You laughed, moving a hand to bury in his hair. You stroked his hair, messing with it, pulling. “I love you, Lee Seokmin,” you giggled. “Even if you cum really easily.”

He sighed, and then Seokmin was lifting himself off of you. He guided one of your legs to wrap around his hips before he braced himself against the bed, leaning over you. “Okay. Okay. I’m good.”

Then Seokmin was pulling out, the drag bringing out a whine from both of your mouths. You couldn’t help but toss your head back, eyes fluttering shut.

The whole world seemed to stop as the head of his dick caught on your hole, as he paused. You didn’t even dare breathe, didn’t dare move. Your entire being was zeroed in on him and you, and the spot where the two of you would join.

Seokmin snapped his hips, burying himself to the hilt inside of you. You cried out, hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. You tossed your other leg around him, crossing at the ankles.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmured, and then he was pulling back out again.

Seokmin set a furious pace, jackhammering inside of you as if he could make up for the pause earlier by slamming into your cunt. His balls slapped against your pussy as he plunged inside, the slapping of his skin against yours filling the room alongside the squelching of your cunt as he impaled you over and over, his cockhead thick and ramming against your core relentlessly, never sparing it, abusing it.

Your husband fucked you stupid, refusing any mercy for your cunt. You knew he would leave bruises from the brutal hit of him against your cunt, knew you wouldn’t be able to sit down without feeling him for a week, but all you could do was moan and cry out, pussy accepting him eagerly, yearning for his dick.

You clenched down on him and then Seokmin was gasping, voice catching in his throat. He thrusted a handful more before he was spilling inside of you, his cum flooding into your cunt and painting it white.

“Fuck,” he groaned, eyebrows furrowing. “Fucking -- so fucking good -- filling you up, gonna fucking fill you until your little cunt can’t take it --”

Seokmin continued to drive into you as he came, babbling nothing. Once he was done he stilled, ducking his head against your collar and gasping.

Then he was pushing off of your body, throwing your legs open. Seokmin wedged himself between your thighs, his hands flying to your cunt. He pressed himself against the bed, attaching his mouth to your cunt, tongue plunging in alongside his cum and eagering cleaning you out.

He ate you just as he fucked you -- furiously. Seokmin ate you out as if it were his last meal, as if he desired nothing more in the world. He ate his cum and your cunt juices eagerly, and it only took three rubs of your clit in tandem with his tongue plunging inside before you were cumming, spasming around him.

Seokmin continued to eat you out as you came, unrelenting in his task. Your hips grinded up into his mouth until you couldn’t, overstimulation flooding through your senses. You hissed, your thighs coming down on either side of his face.

“Seok --” You gasped out, hands flying to his hair.

He pulled away, his face completely a mess. Seokmin glanced over you, taking in your heaving chest, your wide eyes. Then he was smirking a little, ducking his head back between your thighs. “I think you can be a good girl and take another, don’t you think?”

The yes was barely out of your mouth before his mouth was reattaching to your cunt. Your cunt squeezed around his tongue, protesting the intrusion, screaming in sensitivity. But your body practically sang for him, hips grinding up into his mouth, constant pleas of more and more streaming from your lips.

It wasn’t until you came again did Seokmin move from between your thighs, his lower face a mess with your juices and his cum. He rubbed at his face though it didn’t really do anything, instead spreading the mix around even more.

Seokmin climbed up your body and, despite the mess, when he pressed his mouth to yours you couldn’t help but accept him, tongues meeting and tangling. He kissed you like he ate your cunt, tongue clever as it moved inside your mouth.

He broke apart from you with a click of your mouths, his lips catching on the underside of your jaw and sucking. You gasped, arching into his touch, hands delving into his hair. “Seok -- Seokmin -- I saw the tub before -- let’s -- let’s take a bath --”

Seokmin pulled away, eyebrows furrowed. He looked ridiculously adorable despite the mess on his lower half, his lips in a pout. “You want to be done? Already?”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, hands latching together behind his head and bringing him back down for another kiss. You spoke against his mouth as you kissed him, words muffled against his lips. “I said -- I said there’s a bath, Seokie. Baths don’t always mean the night is over.”

Your husband stilled against you. He abruptly pulled away, eyes wide and mouth opening in a wide grin, his pearly white teeth flashing. Seokmin dropped a kiss to your breast before he jumped off of the bed, nearly tripping over his discarded underwear.

“I’ll start the bath!”

#Kai 🐇#review #kissing u softly!!!

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