#talked to my ex tonight abt everything that happened when we broke up...

[chrisbangs]

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[getsojaded]

part i: non-refundable || calum hood

word count: 1.8k

warnings: swearing

a/n: weeeewww mini series in da works lfggg. i got this idea based of those tiktok’s where exes break up but they still go on their planned trip together bc they can’t do anything abt it hence the name of the series LOL hopefully this doesn’t turn into a shit show!! lmk ur thoughts xoxo

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You’re casually scrolling on your laptop, looking through your old emails and clearing out any unimportant ones. You had a habit of signing up for one too many subscriptions, resulting in your email inbox constantly being clogged.

“Why did I even sign up for the Gymshark newsletter? I stopped going to the gym three months ago,” you sighed to yourself, earning a laugh from your roommate, Gabriella as you unsubscribe from the athleisure apparel website and delete, yet another email. You take a look at the email below the one you had just deleted, as the words Flight 1120 Confirmation caught your eye. You forget for a moment how this ended up in your inbox, but the memory almost instantly catches up to you and your breath hitches.

“No fucking way.” You say to yourself outloud, causing your roommate to look over at you. “What happened?” She asks concerningly, and you shift your laptop towards her, giving her a clear sight of the email you clicked on. “You forgot you’re going to Japan?” she asks, confusedly. “I forgot I’m going to Japan.” You copy her words. Her face is still laced with confusion, wondering what could be so bad about forgetting a trip you planned. “Sorry Y/N, I’m not picking up what you’re putting down.”

“I forgot I’m going to Japan with Calum.” You state, holding your head in your hands. “Oh. OH.” Gabriella then comes to the realization of how severe this situation is. “What are you going to do?”

“What the fuck am I supposed to do? I haven’t talked to him in like, 5 months! Do I just contact him out of nowhere and be like, ‘hey, I know we haven’t spoken since we broke up but is our Japan trip still on?’?” You’re now panicking, getting up from your seat and pacing around your shared living room. “Okay okay, let’s calm down for a moment. Maybe you still have time to talk to him about it, and refund the ticket. Let’s not get too worked up here,” Gabriella attempts to reassure you, moving your laptop closer to her and searching up the terms and conditions. “Here, refund and exchange inquiries.” She clicks on the link, and you lean over her shoulder, eyes grazing over the screen. “Okay, it says that you can refund your ticket if your scheduled flight is more than 4 weeks away. Let’s check when your flight is.” She switches tabs, going back to the email with your ticket and confirmation. “Scheduled flight is June 27th. What day is it?”

Your eyes dart over to the top right corner of your laptop. June 14th. “No fucking shot,” You groan in defeat, taking a seat beside your now, concerned roommate. “I have two weeks to bring this stupid trip up to him?!” You exclaim.

“Y/N.. I would do everything in my power to get you out of this if I could. However, the only way you’re going to deal with this is by talking to him. Is it going to be that hard? Did you guys end off that badly?” Gabriella asks you, and your mind shifts over to the last time you had seen your ex-boyfriend.

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“You know I love you.” Calum states, taking a hit of his cigarette. It’s about 2 in the morning, and you two have been having a heavy conversation, to say the least. About the two of you, your relationship, and life itself. Tears have not fallen just yet, but you’d be lying if you said that you haven’t blinked back them multiple times tonight.

Calum’s not speaking much. You’re used to it. After being with him for 3 years, you’ve grown to appreciate how closed off he is about certain things. However, tonight is not one of these nights to hide your emotions.

Calum is a week away from heading off on the 5th 5SOS tour, and the day he arrives home, you’re off to Canada for a few months for a couple of business trips. This is a recurring event, only beginning to happen about a few months ago, where one leaves, and then when they come back, the other has to take off. You and Calum are both well aware of the situation that your careers have put you through, but neither of you have had the courage to speak up about it. Until tonight. Except, you had to be the one to bring it up.

“You know I love you too. It’s just.. we’re not aligning. You’re gone half the year because of touring and the moment you come back, I’m off on another business trip. How many times has this happened? And how many times have we not talked about it? We can’t keep ignoring the elephant in the room that’s been here for months, Cal.”

Calum’s head is in his hands, sighing at the complications of this conversation. He has a bad feeling about the outcome of your relationship by the end of the night, but tries his best to ignore it, despite the large pit in his stomach. “I’m not sure what you want me to do here, Y/N.” he replies bluntly, unable to put his thoughts into words.

You start to grow annoyed with the lack of response in his statements. “Can you at least try to say something helpful? It feels like I’m the only one trying to put effort into salvaging our relationship!” You exclaim, getting up from your seat and walking around, trying not to get too heated.

“I just fucking said that I don’t know what you want me to do! What fucking else do I say?!” Calum is now angry, harshly throwing his cigarette on the ground and putting it out with his shoe. “Want me to tell you ‘oh don’t worry baby, we’ll figure this out and we’ll be all sunshine and rainbows’? We can’t figure this out, Y/N. I think you know what I’m going to say.”

Calum regrets his words instantly, the moment he sees the pain planted onto his lover’s face. “Y/N, wait-” “I don’t wanna hear it, Calum.” She cuts him off, and his heart stops at the use of his full name – aside from tonight, he can’t recall the last time she’d call him that. “If that’s what you’d like to do, throw the last 3 years away without even trying to have a proper conversation about it, then so be it.” She angrily spits out, wiping the uncontrollable tears from her eyes. Y/N quickly gathers her keys and phone, and starts walking towards the front door. “It was nice knowing you, Calum. I’ll grab my shit when you leave.” Are the last words she says to her now ex-lover, slamming the door on her way out.

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“Pretty fuckin’ badly,” you mumble, trying to ignore the pang in your chest after reflecting back on the last time the two of you had seen each other. “Gab, I’m fucked. I have no idea what to do.”

“You’ll figure it out, Y/N.” Gabriella takes notice of your distress, and pulls you in for a comforting hug. “I’m sure Calum doesn’t hate you, and is willing to have a civil conversation about this.” You pull away, with doubt written all over your face. “I don’t know about that one, Gab…” you trail off, zoning out for a minute, before an idea comes to your mind. Your eyes widen ever so slightly. “Wait, I’m going to call Luke.”

“Luke? Why Luke?”

“Maybe he can go on the trip with Calum instead of me,” you suggest, grabbing your phone and dialing his phone number.

3rd Person POV:

All four boys are currently at Michael’s house, enjoying their well deserved break from music. They’re currently on Michael’s Playstation, trying to beat each other in FIFA. The music in the background comes to an abrupt stop, causing Luke to get up and grab his phone, as he’s the one on aux. “Hold on one second, I’m getting a phone call.”

The other three pay no mind to it, continuing their game as Luke leaves the room for a brief moment. Just as he closes the door, all three boys can hear his faint voice say “Y/N, what the fuck, how have you been?”

Michael and Ashton turn towards Calum, who now has a confused look on his face. Michael pauses the game, as Ashton asks his two friends beside him, “Did I just hear what I think I heard?” Michael, with wide eyes, nods his head slowly and Calum’s expression hasn’t changed. He’s frozen in place, almost. Even the sound of her name still has such an effect on him.

“I wonder why she’s calling..” Michael trails off quietly, and Calum quickly shakes off the emotions he had just felt. “Unpause the game, it’s probably nothing.” Calum states nonchalantly, Michael following his friends’ words and continuing to play.

Luke doesn’t come back for another 10 minutes, and when he does, he walks out with concern written all over him. Michael feels like it’s a good time to pause their game once again, and when he does, Luke sits down in his previous spot and asks Calum, “Are you supposed to go on vacation with Y/N in two weeks?”

“What the fuck?”

“Bro.. what??”

Calum, this time, is now actually frozen in place with wide eyes. Completely forgetting about the trip you two had planned, he has no idea what to say. “Y-yeah, I am. I forgot about that,” he manages to get out. “Well, she just called me, saying that the tickets you two bought together are non-refundable now. She asked me if I wanted to go with you so that the ticket doesn’t go to waste, but I’m heading off to Vietnam with Sierra a couple days before.” Luke states, rubbing his chin.

Calum doesn’t know what to feel. How is he supposed to feel? He feels a bit upset that she contacted Luke before contacting him, but at the same time he’s relieved. He doesn’t think he’d be able to face her without any sort of warning beforehand. He’s wondering if you had forgotten about the trip as well, just like him. His heart rate is at least 120 beats per minute, and his thoughts are all over the place, and the first thing he is able to say is “Can either one of you come with me?”

Ashton and Michael look at each other, and Michael’s the one to speak up first. “Did you forget I’m going back to Australia in three days? What about you, Ash? Last hope.” Calum looks at Ashton, who has a disappointed look on his face. “Nah man, my family’s coming in next week.”

Calum groans in defeat, throwing his head back, closing his eyes. “Well fuck.” he states, causing the three other boys to eye each other with concern. “What are you gonna do, man?” Luke asks, causing Calum to shake his head.

“There’s only one thing to do.”

“Which is?”

“Call Y/N and figure this shit out ASAP.”

[godrics]

back to you

pairing mark lee x gender neutral reader

summary part 2 to eyes closed. 

genre & theme angst, fluff ig

warnings none

authors note I realize I change past tense to present tense so like don't bother me abt that k also idk if the ending makes sense bc i really don't like it but yall really wanted a happy ending soooo here.

part one | part two

The world was out to get you, you were sure of it.

Everywhere you went, he was there. Going to the library to study? Sorry, he’s there studying, too! Going to class? He’s in the same hall at his locker/friend’s locker. Want a new pair of jeans? He’s there too, shopping for Christmas gifts for his family. Want some chicken? He’s there getting food for a party.

To say the least, you were pretty pissed about it.

Storming into your last class of the day, you went all the way to the back of the classroom -- avoiding your boy’s stare on you, but he didn’t follow you to your new seat. You dropped your backpack on the floor and sat down, putting your head on the desk, covering your eyes. You’d just seen him in the hall, and you knew he had the same class at this time, but it still pissed you off.

Why the fuck couldn’t Mark Lee and his perfect face stay away from you?

You vaguely heard the bell ring, but you didn’t lift your head from your desk as your teacher started to talk about the new Spanish work you had for today, slowly falling asleep until the door slammed open. Jumping, you and the rest of your classmates looked to the door, only to find Mark Lee looking sheepish.

“Sorry, Miss,” he sighed. “I didn’t mean to open it that much.” Rolling your eyes, you slumped in your seat, crossing your arms.

Your teacher sighed, “It’s fine. Take a seat, Mark.” You couldn’t see what Mark did, looking up at the ceiling before you realized what the teacher just said. Your head snapped back to the front, scanning the room and with horror, you realized the only free seat was beside you.

“No,” you whispered as you watched Mark’s legs move towards you. “Crap, crap.” Sliding down in your seat, you avoided eye contact and stared at your empty desk. This couldn’t be happening.

Mark slid into the seat on your right and you closed your eyes, feeling your heart beat faster. You continued to stare at your desk and didn’t look at him when he whispered to you.

“Hey, Y/N,” he whispered. Oh God, why was he talking to you? Didn’t he think just his presence was enough? “How are you?”

Jesus. “Fine.” You stiffly whispered, not looking at him.

“That’s good, so, uh, do you have a pencil I could borrow?”

Huffing, you leaned to the side and got a pencil for him, holding it out for him. You stiffened as you felt his hand touch yours, grabbing the pencil. Oh God, oh God. Why was this happening to you? You hadn’t done anything wrong.

Wait, was this because of that one time you didn’t give Sally Stewart her mechanical pencil back in fifth grade?

When the bell rang, you got your backpack and ran out of the classroom, pushing past people to get outside. Taking a fresh breath of air, you sighed in relief. God, it was suffocating you to be near Mark Lee.

Swallowing, you realized just how much it hurt to be up close to the perfectness that was Mark Lee. You had a boyfriend, he was to help you get over Mark. Then why the hell was your heart still fluttering from him being so close?

“Y/N!” You froze, immediately recognizing the voice. Mark. You didn’t turn your full body but you twisted your head to show you heard him. “Hey,” he sent you a smile that knocked the breath out of you. Damnit. “You left this,” he held out the pencil you had lent him.

“Just keep it,” you shook your head, waving your hand.

“No, I’ll buy some tonight,” he put it closer to you and you sighed, knowing he wouldn’t stop until you took it. You grabbed the pencil, ignoring the shiver that went down your spine at the contact your hands mine. You shoved it into your backpack as he continued, “So, uh … Do you want to hangout sometime? This weekend, maybe?”

Closing your eyes, you willed yourself not to do anything irrational -- like cry in front of him. Why was the world doing this to you? What’d you do to deserve this? Because Mark was the one to break off your relationship.

“Mark, please don’t start,” you whispered, shaking your head and opened your eyes to see him look at you in confusion.

“Start what?”

“This,” you gestured between the two of you. “I’m not sure what you’re playing, but please don’t do it to me. You’re the one who broke it off, not me. So, just … stop, okay?” You don’t look to see the hurt in his eyes and instead walk away, meeting up with your boyfriend who smiled as soon as he saw you and gave you a hug and kiss.

You do not see Mark Lee everywhere.

You do not see him when you go to the library to study. You do not see him in the same hall anymore. You do not see him shopping anymore. You do not see him when you go to get chicken. You see him twice a day, once in English class and the second time in your last class of the day.

To say the least, you were unsure why this bothered you.

Quietly walking into your last class of the day, he is sat the farthest away from you and your boyfriend, who you sit down by. He doesn’t look at you, instead silently staring at the teacher’s desk -- who hadn’t arrived yet. He can feel your stare, you know it -- but he doesn’t look at you.

Getting your attention, your boyfriend grabs your shoulder. Turning to him, you stare at him expectantly and he smiles a bit awkwardly, asking, “Are you okay? You keep staring over at Mark Lee.”

Your mouth drops open a little, gaze switching between your boyfriend and Mark, who is still staring at the teacher’s desk, and smile. “I’m okay. And, I’m not.”

Your boyfriend’s eyebrows raise, but he doesn’t push. “Okay.”

You smile convincingly and he grins back at you, forgetting the topic moments before as the teacher walks in the room, putting down her stuff. Letting out a small breath, your gaze turns back to Mark, and that’s where it stays for the rest of the class until the bell rings.

Mark is the first one out of the classroom and you make a split second decision, hurryingly grabbing your things before following after him. “Mark!” He almost trips at the sound of your voice, and stops himself in his tracks. “Hey,” you breathe when you get to him.

“Hi,” he’s staring down at the ground as students walk past you two. “What do you need?”

“Um,” your mouth grows dry. You hadn’t thought this far. “I-I just …” Your voice trails off. You didn’t have an excuse to talk to him. But you wanted to.

“Look, Y/N,” he seems to get exactly what is happening. Your heart hurts, he always knew you well. But then why did he break up with you? “You … You can’t be mad that I tried to talk to you a few days ago, and then when I don't, you come to me.” He shakes his head, turning his eyes up to look at you. “Make up your mind, and choose.”

“Choose what?”

“Whether you want me in your life or out of it.”

You inhale, eyes closing briefly. “I-I-” You don’t know what to say. “Mark, I want to know why you broke up with me.”

Mark stares down at his shoes again, “You were moving. I thought it’d be the best.”

“Long distance relationship would work,” you remind him. “As long as I was with you, it’d work. I didn’t care, Mark.”

“But I did,” he says. “I couldn’t think about being with you when you’re far away from me, and near so many other guys who I knew one would catch your attention. And from what I know, it seems like it happened. We just weren’t together.”

“Mark …” You whisper his name. You realize that you were never really pissed about him showing up everywhere, you were just upset because everything reminded you of him. “I got with him to forget about you. Looks like that didn’t really work so well, because here we are, seven months later, and I’m still so hopelessly in love with you.”

Mark’s head snaps up to you, “Really?”

You bite down on your bottom lip, “Really.” His lips turn into a grin and you smile before looking around. “So, where … where does this leave us?”

“Whatever you want,” he shrugs. “We can start off new, if you want.”

“Maybe,” you hum. “But … do you really want to be with me?” You whisper, eyes darting down to the ground. After Mark had broke up with you, insecurity grew -- like, why did he break up with you? Was it because you were ugly? Because you didn’t do something? Because you did do something?

“I always have,” he sighs. “But my insecurity grew over my want and so --” he stops himself from talking. “Yes, I do want to be with you.”

“Okay,” you nod. “Well … Before anything happens, I think I should talk to him.” He doesn’t question you on who him is, he already knows.

Mark nods in agreement, “Okay.” He smiles slightly. “Good luck.”

“Thanks,” your lips twitch up. “Is your number still the same?”

“You still have my number?” He grins.

“Yes,” you roll your eyes, patting him on the shoulder. “I’ll text you later, Mark. Don’t get run over on your way home.”

“Don’t die,” he calls back to you as you walk away from him, on your way to your soon to be ex boyfriend. You smile.

[okbutramsaybolton]

Glad to be Back - Kai Anderson Smut

Pairing - (kinda) OC Kai Anderson/Reader

Warning - Smut, major lack of proof reading, slight allusion to domestic abuse?

Word Count - 2312

Summary - You’re back in town after a few years and Kai is more than happy to see you

A/N - so my last Kai writing was super popular so I thought I’d do another one (plus I’m v shook abt last nights episode and need to release some Kai). But ya, enjoy and request who/what you want me to write next!

“Winter, please. I really don’t have anywhere else to go. You know my parents, they won’t want-they won’t let me back!” You mumble into your phone. 

“I know y/n, and honestly I’d love for you to stay but there’s just so much shit happening here at the mo-” Your high school best friend, Winter, goes quiet on the phone suddenly. “Hello? Winter? Has the line cut or something?” You say, worried that you’d just lost your last hope. You’d just broken up with your boyfriend, well, your now ex-boyfriend after months of wanting to, but being too scared to. You finally did it, but he kicked you out of your shared apartment and no you had no where to go. You turned to the first person you could think of, Winter. “No, no, it’s fine, I just - anyway, you can stay here, I don’t know why I was even thinking of turning you away! When are you getting here?”

You lived about an hour away from Winter’s, so you grabbed all the clothes and personal items you could while your ex was out, took your car and drove. It was slightly cathartic, driving along the highway, singing your favourite songs. It almost distracted you from the worry and stress of the breakup, of the months of shit you had put up with. You knew the way to Winter’s like the back of your hand. You used to visit her every weekend when you first moved away, but you grew apart a little when you went to college. When you arrived, the streets were eerily quiet. You remembered when kids would play out on their front lawns, whether it was beaming sunshine or pouring rain. ‘What is happening here?’ you asked yourself, while mentally preparing yourself to see your friend for the first time in about a year. You texted each other and called every now and then; you remember how upset she was on the phone on the night of the election.

“You can stay in my room for now. I’ll talk to Kai about getting you your own room. I’m sure he won’t mind.” Winter said with a smile, leading the all too familiar way to her room. It was strange. You hadn’t been here in years, but you still remembered everything about it. Winter made you feel at home, and you settled in quickly. You and Winter were sat on her bed, catching up, when you heard the front door slam. “That’ll be Kai. I’ll go tell him that you’re here now” she said, slinking out of room. You listened lightly to the faint words you could catch of their conversation. “Y/n’s here now, Kai. When are you gonna talk to her?”

“Send her down to me later tonight…” Their conversation became even more faint, you couldn’t even make out what they were saying. Kai sounded different. You hadn’t seen him for years. When you were a teenager, after hitting puberty, you remember him always checking you out when you’d go round to see Winter, and she always used to tease you about it, the two of you finding it hilarious that the guy you saw as your older brother was checking you out. You’d laugh, but secretly you loved it; you used to have the biggest crush on Kai, but looking back, it may have simply been because an older, more mature guy had taken an interest in you, instead of all the immature boys who oggled at you at school. You had all of these fond memories coming back to you, it made you excited to be back. In some respects, Winter and Kai were your family now.

You and Winter were in your pyjamas watching a film in the lounge, you wearing a huge black t-shirt of Kai’s that barely covered your ass that Winter had let you use, since in the rush to leave your apartment you forgot to pack any. You heard someone going down into the basement behind you. You turned to look, and as you did Winter spoke “Kai said he wanted to talk to you, y/n. You should go down to the basement and see him. He was super excited to know you’re back” she grinned, poking you in the ribs. You hit her shoulder playfully and hopped of the sofa and skipped downstairs ti the basement. You remembered coming down here when you and Winter were teenagers to drink spirits you stole from your parents cupboards and smoke weed you’d buy from the high school dealer.

“It looks better on you.” You heard a voice you instantly recognised as Kai’s from hearing him earlier say as you reached the bottom of the basement stairs. You went round the corner to see him sat on the sofa, legs crossed and hands in his lap, a smile plastered on his face. “Thanks” you say, a small smile playing on the corners of you mouth, giving him a little twirl like you were a little girl showing off her new dress. As you span, the shirt lifted up a little more, giving Kai a perfect view of your ass. He groaned internally. You were even more perfect than he remembered. “You look great y/n. How long has it been…three, four years now? God you were 18 when I last saw you”. Your smile dropped “Yeah…I missed you guys you know” you say, looking down at you hands suddenly feeling bad that you hadn’t visited as often as you’d have liked. “We missed you too y/n. We’re really happy to have you back, but don’t feel bad” he said, obviously picking up on you guilt. You decided to change the subject, not wanting this to be a sad moment. “So, blue hair now, huh? It never really was your colour” You say jokingly, winking at him. “Ah, y/n, ever the tease” he says, smiling. He gets up off the sofa and walks over to the wooden table and sits down at it. “Winter said you wanted to talk to me about something?” He beckoned you to join him at the table and almost like a magnet, you were drawn over to sit opposite. He held out his pinky, looking deep into your eyes, silently asking you to wrap yours around his. “Kai, we haven’t done this since we were kids…” you giggled. When you were kids, Kai would always interrogate you and Winter like this by making you pinky promise whenever you were upset about something and he wanted to find out why. He continued looking into your eyes. You rolled your eyes, chuckling lightly and took his pinky. 

“Why are you back y/n?” He looked at you so hard, it felt like he could see directly into your soul. “I, um, I just wanted a fresh start I gue-” Kai cut you off “Don’t lie to me, y/n. You know I know when you’re lying.” He was right. There was no point lying to him. “I broke up with my boyfriend, I had nowhere else to go, Kai. You know me and my family don-” He cut you off again. “Was the sex good?” He deadpanned, his face as straight as an arrow. “Kai…Why are you asking me this? I don’t want to talk about him! You haven’t seen me for four years and you’re asking me about my sex life?” You retort, feeling tears prick in the corners of your eyes, not wanting to think about your ex, especially like this. Thinking of your ex scared you. All you could see in your mind was the sheer anger on his face as you told him you were leaving, and years of putting up with his constant cruelty. “Did he fuck you well?” He asked, his grip on your pinky tightening. “Sometimes.” Kai let out what sounded like almost a low growl. “He didn’t deserve you, y/n. No one deserves you but me.” “What are you talking abo-” 

The next thing you knew, Kai had lifted you up onto the table and was kissing you deeply, his large hands holding your waist while your legs instinctively clung around his torso. He ran his tongue along your bottom lip, begging you for entrance, which you quickly granted. You moaned into the kiss before realising what was going one and you then pulled away quickly. “What are you doing?” You say, looking up into his dark, lust-filled eyes. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this for, do you, y/n? You have no clue how long I’ve wanted to fuck my sister’s hot friend for?” He growled. “Let’s see if I can fuck you better than your ex, shall we?” He said, before leaning forward and attacking your neck with his lips. Without thinking, you began grinding against his hard on, needing friction against your clothed cunt. This time, Kai pulled away, and you whined at the total loss of contact. “Stand up, y/n” he said gently. You swiftly hopped down from the table, looking up at Kai. He took a few steps backwards “You look so sexy in that shirt. Take it off” You did as you were told, his gravely voice sending more heat straight to your core. You pulled the t-shirt over your head, leaving you in your sheer, black lace bra and panties. “Fuck” he muttered to himself. His hard on had evidently grown by now, straining against his pants. He noticed you looking at this “you can help me in a minute sweetheart. Take those off first though.” You quickly tore off your bra and pulled your panties down and stepped out of them, and closer to a groaning Kai. You took another step forward and began palming him through his jeans with one hand, while using your other hand to toy with your clit, needed some kind of friction there. Kai pulled his shirt over his head as you snaked down onto your knees. This caused Kai to swiftly pull down his pants and boxers and step out of them as his hard cock sprung up against his stomach. You licked your lips and quickly took as much of him as you could in your mouth, pumping the rest of his length with your hand. You looked up at Kai to see him with his head thrown back and moaning your name. “You look so fucking hot with your mouth full of my dick y/n” he purred. This motivated you to take even more of his in your mouth. Kai grabbed the back of your head and began thrusting himself into your mouth. A few seconds later you felt his dick twitching inside your mouth, so you hollowed out your cheeks and bobbed on his cock harder. The next minute, he was moaning loudly as he filled your mouth with his cum. You swallowed all you could, but some of it trickled down your chin, and you pulled away from his cock and wiped away the dripping juices with the back of your hand. 

“Such a good girl, y/n” He purred in your ear after pulling you up and backing you back against the table. You hopped back onto it and began grinding your naked cunt against his cock, your pussy practically dripping with anticipation. “Please Kai…” you plead. “Please what sweetheart? I can’t help unless you tell me what you want” He said huskily. “Fuck me, Kai, fill me up with your big cock” you purred. This caused Kai to moan loudly as his hands slipped down to your folds. One hand on your clit, the other hand making use of two fingers that quickly slid inside you. “So wet for me, sweetheart” he whispered. “Please Kai!” you begged, arching your back as he thrust his fingers deeper inside you. “As you wish, y/n”. He pulled his fingers out, but they quickly replaced with his cock as he thrust deep into you. With one of his hands rubbing your clit harshly and the other playing with your right nipple, you arms were struggling to hold you up, the pleasure rocking you to your core. “Fuck Kai, you feel so fucking good!” you moan as he thrusts in and out of you quickly. “You’re so. Fucking. Tight y/n” he growls, punctuating each word to match the rhythm of his thrusts.

You could feel your pussy clench around his throbbing cock as your arms give up on you and you fall against the tabletop, screaming Kai’s name as the pleasure of your orgasm washes over you. Kai carries on plowing into you, until a few seconds later you feel his cum shoot inside you. “Fuck y/n” he pants, still slowly thrusting into you as you both come down from your highs. You lay on the table for a minute while Kai gets dressed again. You get off the table and slip your clothes back on. After you finish dressing, Kai steps in front of you, placing his arms around your waist. “I’d better head back up to Winter” you say, looking up at him, smiling. He lets you go and you kiss him on the lips. “Thank you, Kai” you say as you skip off up the stairs. He can practically hear the grin on your face as you call back to him. “Thank you, y/n” he says to himself, smiling. 

You slip back onto the sofa upstairs next to Winter. “What did Kai have to say?” she says, too focused on the movie she was watching in front of her to look at you. “Nothing much.” You say, glad that she didn’t look to see the huge grin on your face.