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jisung: Looking left cause you don’t treat me right

hyunjin: Looking right because you left

felix: Looking up cause you let me down

jeongin: Looking down cause you fucked up

seungmin: What is wrong with you guys

yeah, spider, you got me locked up, ay!!!!!

reblogging cause no one fucking deserves this

When I was 13 years old and curious about sex and love, I asked my mom if she had had sex before marrying my father (of whom she is still married to, and has been since before I was born). She said that that wasn’t really a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question. I said ‘sure it is, you’ve either had sex before him, or you haven’t’. She brought me onto the couch and sat me down and told me about the boy she liked when she was young and how one night she snuck into his house while his parents were gone and they were kissing and he said they should have sex and she said that she wanted to save sex for marriage and he laughed and basically took all her clothes off and he raped her and as my mom was telling the story she cried and this was the second time I had ever seen my mom cry. She was 12 when it happened.

In grade 8 I got a call from my friend in the middle of the night and she was drunk in the park crying and told me that she went out that night with some other friends and they drank a little and her guy “friend” starting flirting and yes she laughed at first but then he tried to pull her shirt over her head and she pulled away and he ripped her shirt and it was her favourite shirt and then he pushed her to her knees and HIS BEST FRIEND HELD HER JAW OPEN WHILE HE FACE FUCKED HER. And so I went to the park and picked her up and took her home and slept in her bed with her except we didn’t sleep because she just cried and her mouth bled and this was four years ago but I still have to be the one to bring her items to the till it the cashier is a man, and she still has anxiety attacks and she’ll get a rash all over her body and I just want to kill those boys but instead they are still walking around. And I’m in the bathroom with her, dabbing at her skin with a warm cloth until it returns to its regular colour.

And in grade 9 one of my closest friends was kinda seeing this boy and so they hung out one night and then she said that she really had to be getting back home and he said that she wasn’t going anywhere until she gave him what he wanted and he parked the car and took off her clothes and she said no and he ignored her and so she laid in the backseat totally limp and just cried and it wasn’t even sex, he just masterbated by using her body instead of his hand and she came to school the next day with vodka in her water bottle and she drank all day and I had to fight her to get the alcohol away from her and she just cried and threw up and I skipped class while I held her hair back and that same boy texted me a month later, asking if I ever wanted to hangout sometime.

And in that same year my very best friend who has never even kissed a boy, confessed to me that when she was 9 years old, her 12 year old cousin made her give him a hand job and he told her that was what cousins do and he gave her a chocolate bar afterwards and she told me that he probably doesn’t even remember it but that it’s something that she’ll never have the luxury of forgetting.

And in grade 10 I knew a girl who invited her best friend over to watch Disney movies and then he started to put his hands down her pants and she said no but she is 130lbs and he is 220lbs and he called her a tease while she tried to fight him but he used one hand to hold her down, and the other to put inside of her and i was the one to push her inside of a classroom and stand in front of her while calling the police when he showed up at our school looking for her and she was so damn scared.

And a few months later I skipped class and was in the car with a guy who i had had unprotected sex with in the past while under the influence of cocaine but this time I was sober and I insisted we use a condom but he told me he couldn’t feel anything while the condom was on so he ripped it off and I said I refused to have unprotected sex again and so he just grabbed me and forced himself into my mouth and I was crying and he pulled me onto him and I just came saying “stop” over and over like a broken record but he must’ve heard something different because he went until he came and I just sat naked in the backseat while he drove me back to the school and said “we should do this again sometime”. And I had five showers that night and I scratched at my skin so hard to try and rip his fingerprints off of me, I still have the scars.

And I found out soon afterwards that that same guy had raped a classmate of mine, 5 months earlier and she told me about how he brought her McDonald’s first, and how he said they could take things slow and she told me about how he didn’t listen to her either. And he goes to our school and so after she told me about her incident and I told her about mine, we decided to report it to the police and the trial is currently still going on and he told people about it, except in his version we are just “asking for attention” and all his friends talk about how bad they feel for him. As if HE is the one that still wakes up screaming. As if HE felt like his skin no longer was beautiful, no longer belonged to him. And I held her in my arms as she bawled after giving the police her statement. And she did the same for me.

And I met a woman a year ago in a paint store and she had a service dog and I asked what the dog was for and it turns out that she had been so brutally raped and abused in her life, that the dog is literally trained to keep men away from her.

And I’m so FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THIS WORLD WE ARE LIVING IN. How many rape victims eyes have I already looked into? How many more will I? And how many more friends will I hold while they shake? Because I don’t know how many more I can take. And who the fuck still has the nerve to make rape jokes? And… Something just has to change. Please, someone just start being that change.

-16 year old girl

favorite crime — jay park

banner made by 🏩 on pinterest <3

－synopsis: after making a song about her ex, jay park, called favorite crime, y/n's fans are determined to find out who the mystery guy is. not knowing he's now in a group, enhypen.

－genre: exes to lovers, angst, crack, smau, & etc

－pairing: idol!jay x idol!fem!reader

— warnings: swearing, and that's it lol

— taglist: (open) ask me to be apart of it!

— status: ongoing

— cast: enhypen, heejin & choerry of loona, winter of aespa

— authors note: I'm putting bad boy on hold for a little and starting this, i hope you guys like it lol

series playlist

PROFILES:

one / two

Jennie: It's time to wake up, sweetie.

Lisa: Five more minutes

Jennie, snuggling closer to Lisa: Five more minutes.

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Jimin: It's time to wake up

Jungkook: Five more minutes

Jimin, pulling out a switchblade: Perhaps you misheard me.

sana & chae & rosé

Hold Me Tight | Bae Joohyun (Irene)

Pairing: Bae Joohyun (Irene) x Reader

Summary: You’re forced to act cold to your on-screen wife Irene, but you never expected her to be so hurt. It dawns upon you that her feelings for you might be just as real as yours. Can you fix your relationship?

Genre: Angst & Fluff

Word Count: 0.9k

Request: y/n and irene are both idols, and were picked as the next couple for wgm (we got married) but, on one episode, y/n will start to act and pretend cold all around irene. so irene decides to make y/n’s favorite dish with her trying not to cry at the sudden change of emotion of y/n. (backhugs please hehe)

You glance once more at the text that’s been haunting you for days.

“Don’t forget to act cold this episode. We want tears or nothing.” – WE GOT MARRIED PRODUCERS

You cross your arms tightly as you turn to Irene, who is perched on the couch beside you. Navy button-down pyjamas hang off her slight frame, swooping down in a deep V-neck that bares her silky collarbones.

“Shall we pick a movie? I wouldn’t mind watching P.S. I Love You.” A smirk pulls at Irene’s full lips.

“I don’t know…” You roll your eyes. “Soppy romances like that make me sick. How about Friday the 13th? I’m dying for horror.”

Her perfect smile falls.

“Oh… okay then.” Lips now set in a firm line, Irene finds the film and presses play.

Suddenly, a smile flashes across her face and she hurries to the light switch. The cameras swivel to follow her. “Let’s turn off the lights!”

The room falls into darkness, and electricity shivers up your spine. Irene sits back down, a tantalising inch closer to you. Although the movie is playing, all you can focus on is the soft rise and fall of Irene’s chest, her intoxicating cherry blossom perfume.

Suddenly, you catch a cameraman glaring at you, and you stiffen up. “I can’t see anything like this! I’m turning the light back on.”

You switch on a cold white lamp, and sit back on the couch as far as humanly possible from Irene. A frown creases her soft eyebrows.

After a few minutes, you feel Irene’s slender fingers sliding into yours. Her rings are like ice, but your hand is burning hot. The gentle biting of her lip sends butterflies to your stomach.

Then, you feel her pull your hand onto her silken lap. Your heart is thumping in your ears. She starts to stroke your hand, tracing slow circles onto your palm. Prickles run from your skin down your spine.

You shoot your eyes to the cameramen and see them giving you death stares. Shocked, you jerk your hand away from Irene’s, rubbing it to cool the sparks. You hear a tiny gasp from beside you, and see Irene’s lower lip trembling, her eyes glassy.

Suddenly, Irene jumps up from the couch and stomps to the kitchen. “What d-do you like to eat then? I’ll make it for you.” She ties an apron roughly around her waist, pulling pans out of the drawers with crashes and bangs.

“You don’t have to do this!” Your icy mask melts for just one second.

“Just tell me!” Irene’s voice cracks, and it’s like your own heart is cracking.

“Stop being silly and come back here.”

Irene starts to scrub a bowl so hard water splatters everywhere. “Don’t tell me then. I remember, anyway - it’s seafood omelette, with extra onions.”

Your stomach flips. She remembers?

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Little Monster | Bae Joohyun (Irene)

Pairing: Bae Joohyun (Irene) x Reader

Summary: There’s something hiding under your bed… Irene is a pretty little monster, and she says she just wants to play… or does she?

Genre: Horror, Ghost AU

Word Count: 1k

Gif: @sanasminatozaki​

“All the rooms on this corridor are empty. Choose which ever one you want,” says the landlady faintly.

You look down the corridor. The crimson carpet is so thick it sucks at your feet like quicksand, and the plaster on the walls peels to reveal glossy black beneath.

“Interesting décor you have here…”

The landlady chuckles. “Yes… my daughter chose it. It’s too bad she never lived to see it finished.” A giggle bursts from her lips, which splutters into hacking coughs.

The furthest door down the corridor suddenly catches your eye. Inexplicably, you feel compelled, forced to walk towards it.

“I think I’ll take this one…” You turn back to the landlady, but see that she has disappeared.

The moonlight filtering in through the bedroom window reflects off the garnet walls, bathing the room in a red glow.

There is a cast iron bed, with a stained mattress and sheets. The only other piece of furniture is a mahogany desk, on top of which sits a vintage sewing machine and a pair of large scissors.

You wrap your arms around yourself, goose bumps prickling your skin. That’s odd. You don’t feel cold…

You touch your forehead and find it drenched in cold sweat. Your pulse to starts to race and your legs tremble uncontrollably. What is going on?

Ready for sleep, you hurriedly undress and jump into your new bed.

You toss and turn, begging for sleep. It’s useless - rattling and faint whispers keep you up. Pulling the blankets over your head, you squeeze your eyes shut.

A minute later, you hear the faint sound of snipping. You try to ignore it, but it grows louder and louder. You sit up dead straight, your skin prickling painfully.  

When your racing heart finally slows, you lie back down and pray for some rest.

No sooner do you close your eyes than you feel something tickling your cheek. It dips into your collar bone, wriggles between your breasts, and writhes on your tummy. You thrash around, and eventually jump out of bed, the sensation getting too much to bear.

You scan the darkness for the culprit, but see nothing. Your eyes are drawn to the space under the bed, and you notice a faint glow seeping out from underneath. An ugly nausea climbs up your throat.

Dropping onto your knees, you crawl towards the space. As you get closer, the air grows colder and seeps under your flimsy night dress.

When you reach one hand under the bed, a cold hand wraps around your wrist, sharp nails digging into your flesh. You shriek and snap your hand back.

Someone tumbles out from under your bed. Once your screaming stops, you see that it’s a girl, around your age.

The girl is sitting with her thin legs crossed, a feather dangling in her hand. Long, matted brown hair tumbles over her skeletal shoulders. A white low-cut crop top clings to her translucent skin. Your eyes wander over the swell of her breasts, the curve of her waist… is this what a ghost looks like?  

“W-who are you? What are you doing in my room?” you yell.

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daddy issues (M)

pairing: Johnny (NCT) + you (reader)

genre: fake dating; the title speaks for itself; smut

word count: 18.9k (i restrained myself as much as possible)

summary: The moment you saw Johnny on his motorcycle in all black leather, you knew he was just what you needed to exact revenge on your holier than thou parents. Surprisingly enough, Johnny has the personality of a cloud and the longer you pretend to date him, the more you realize he brings out the best in you.

warnings: mild language; recurring alcohol use and brief mentions of marijuana and cigarettes; potentially triggering elements that involve negligent parents; explicit sexual content

a/n: listening to daddy issues by the neighbourhood; this is a one-shot, there will be no sequels; check the masterlist in my description for other one-shots in this collection; happy reading!

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Dead Girl’s Revenge | Kang Seulgi

Pairing: Kang Seulgi x Reader

Summary: Ever since your girlfriend Seulgi died in a horrible car accident, she’s been haunting you in your dreams. One night, things get a little too real…

Genre: Horror 

Word Count: 0.4k

Gif: @joifuns​

You could have taken it all: the accusing stares from Seulgi’s family at her funeral, the news screaming at ‘yet another drunk driver’, even the jail time you got after she died…

But the dreams were one step too far.

They were always the same. A blurred road rushing nearer, Seulgi’s ear-shattering screams from the passenger seat, the crash, the sirens, the blood.

But worse than all of that, was her. Because, even though you hadn’t seen it that night, your dreams were haunted by Seulgi’s face. Mashed to an unrecognisable pulp, red mouth bubbling in a sneer, sodden hair revealing a glint of skull, Seulgi was always watching you.

Thunder rattled your cracked windows, each flash of lightning dousing your bedroom in a sickly glow. You had been tossing and turning for hours, your silk slip dress rubbing against your sweat-drenched skin.

Sleep squashed your eyelids, but you resisted it with all your might. You couldn’t risk falling asleep, even for a second. You couldn’t bear to see her face again.

Your eyelids sagged, and cool darkness enveloped you. It felt so easy, so right to succumb to sleep. Maybe you didn’t have to resist…

You pounded your eyes open with your fists. That was way too close.

You just had to stay awake for a few more hours, just till the choking night was over. But the morning was hours away, and till then, Seulgi could haunt you as much as she desired. If only you hadn’t been drinking that night… if only you’d seen the other car…

You could feel sleep creeping into the edges of your vision, crushing your eyelids down so Seulgi’s sickly face could enter your dreams. Your head thumped like death, but you forced your stinging eyes to stay open.

The last thing you saw was the time on your alarm clock.

12:03.

Then Seulgi’s bloody hands were clamped around your neck, squeezing the breath out of your body. Her half-ripped scalp was dangling open, and her sodden hair twisted around your chest. A scream bubbled out of you, but her hand clamped over your mouth.

Seulgi lifted her other hand, ripping your flimsy slip away from your dripping skin. A flash of lightening revealed yellowed nails, growing longer and longer with a gruesome squelch. Then, Seulgi plunged her rotten claws straight into your naked chest, burying them completely in your weeping flesh.

You sat bolt upright, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

That was one hell of a dream, but at least that’s all it was. Trying to slow your gasping breaths, you looked at your alarm clock.

12:02.

Just then, your wardrobe door creaked open.

Had a really crazy NCT-related dream last night:

It was like some sort of weird Valentine's Day award show/concert, but it was very casual. I was there by myself and then I happened to look back and see like, half, of NCT. From all I could remember, it was Johnny, Jaehyun, Renjun, Yuta, Taeyong, Hendery, Haechan, and about seven others who were spread out and walking around. So, I decided to get up and move closer and was nonchalantly, yet pointed, trying to get their attention. Eventually, I got Jaehyun's, and he motioned for me to come sit on his row. We started joking with each other and then some other people came and asked to sit at the end of the row. I said sure and moved about a seat away from Jaehyun. I could hear Yuta and Johnny teasing from the row behind us, but Jaehyun waived them off and he told me to come closer. Then he put his arm behind me and I curled into him and he was so warm and smelled so good.

Not too long after that, there was a chance to give out roses and I realized it was basically like a matchmaking program! So, I'm thinking to myself, "Oh goodie! Jae is going to pick me!" And then he stands up to receive his rose from the drone and as soon as I think he's turned to me, he LEAVES, walks back like 3-4 rows, and gives it to a random girl. And I know my face was like "WHAT THE ACTUAL, F----!!! I've been BAMBOOZLED!!!" And I happen to look behind me and Renjun has his head down to avoid it all, Johnny and Taeyong give me sympathetic looks, Yuta, Haechan, and a few others are swarming Jaehyun like "dude wtf, that wasn't cool!" And Jaehyun is just laughing. But he swears up and down it was a joke and tried to come back. But I quickly walked out of the aisle, past Renjun (who had the PRETTIEST HANDWRITING - like, casual calligraphy, as he was writing in English) and I go and sit next to Johnny and we start joking and flirting and I touch his knee (which was really bony and I asked him if he is eating healthy portions as he keeps exercising). And we end up hitting it off. So Taeyong tells Jaehyun that's what he gets basically, but in the nice leader way.

(End Part I)

...

Part 2 of NCT chaos dream

So. After all was said and done they said that the "couples" and groups could exit. As we were heading backstage, Renjun and Haechan stated they wanted to meet up with other Dream members that were there and ventured off. Taeyong, ever the mother, told them to just bring the whole group back as they were leaving soon.

Mark ended up showing back up, and when they asked where everyone else was, he said he never saw them, and that no one came and got him. Doyoung popped up and said that he had texted them. As they were going back and forth, I decided to take my leave and Johnny asked for my number.

TW// g*n violence, general pandemonium, racially motivated aggression

As we were exchanging it, the crowd outside was getting antsy about something and then you heard g*n shots and they started looking around panicking. I told them to duck down and move out of the room into somewhere safer. Three managers went to go look for the dreamies and the hyungs all wanted to go look, but the other guards told them to stay out of it. They ended up corralling us into another event room and locked the doors. Over the radio you could hear someone screaming about some soft of group trying to attack the people, and I realized it was all POCs at that event.

I don't remember much after that, but I know they tried to get all the boys in the vans back to their hotel. I still got scooped up and we waited back at the lobby for the other to come. Eventually everyone showed up, and it was really late. Someone asked if I needed a ride home, and Johnny and Jaehyun were like "no we just went through a traumatic event, she can stay." And I ended up sleeping in Johnny's room and I just CRIED and he cried with me and we just held each other. And Jaehyun ended up coming in there as well and apologized and held me again. It was VERY emotional

Oh my gosh that was a whirl wind of a dream. But it's sweet how loving and supportive everyone was . And I'm happy jaehyun apologized cause like why did he do that in first place. But as always Johnny is a sweet. But the last part sounded so scary. I'll post the first part alone.

smile :)

11:11 pm

after a long, busy day, you come home to jaehyun watching tv in the living room of your apartment.

“hi baby” he says, slightly glancing over for a moment to welcome you home.

“hi” you exhale, dropping your shoulders. jaehyun notices this.

“y/n? are you okay? what’s wrong?” he begins, getting up from the couch and moving towards you.

you can’t put it into words to communicate your emotions, you just wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close. he takes you into his embrace, inhaling as you both relax into each others comforting touch.

“long day?” he questions, head still in the crevice of your neck. he kisses your neck, knowing it’s your sweet spot.

you shiver from his touch. he continues kissing you, moving up to your jaw and cheeks. he gently moves your head into his hands, looking down into your eyes. the eye contact between the two of you created a storm of butterflies in your stomach, he smiles and looks away after a while, perhaps he also got nervous.

“just wanna sleep” you mumble. he nods picking you up bridal style. you wrap your arms around his neck, he laughs, you can’t help but laugh yourself, experiencing the purest form of happiness.

he makes way to your room, gently placing you on the bed.

“wait, i need to do my skincare routine” you say, jaehyun laughs.

“okay baby, wanna do it together?” he questions.

“yes please!” you say excitedly, suddenly more awake.

you both make way to the bathroom, eyeing the multiple products to use. you collectively start your routine, with countless serums, cleansers, toners and moisturisers.

jae finishes before you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, admiring you in the mirror you both stood before.

“stop staring at me” you nervously laugh, slapping his arm.

“i can’t help myself. you’re so beautiful” he smirks.

embarrassed, you turn around, once again wrapping your arms around his neck. looking up at him, you couldn’t help but plant a kiss onto his welcoming lips.

he grips your waist, you hear him inhale. you run your hand though his hair and grip it tightly, his grip on your hips tighten. he moans, pushing you against the sink in retaliation.

the butterflies in your stomach are flying wildly, causing your legs to clench together. you feel him smile into the kiss, enjoying the power he had over you, however you weren’t about to lose this battle.

he lifts you up onto the bench, instantly you use your legs to pull him closer, he moans at your actions.

now it’s your turn to smile.

What do you think nct would say to “let’s get married right now and have children together”

Taeil: Like right now?

Johnny: Oh no, the timing. I don't even have an outfit planned. *Walks out in the most hideous thing* Let's get married.

Taeyong: Okay but let me take the roast out of the oven first.

Yuta: Sure why not? I have nothing planned this weekend.

Doyoung: I don't think you know what your saying. Let's think about this first.

Kun: Listen, you sit back and I'll take care of everything. If we're doing this it has to be right. No need to rush.

Ten: What no ring? I want to be romanced.

Jaehyun: With me?! Right now?! Really?! With me?!

Winwin:.....I don't think I'm ready for that kind of commitment

Jungwoo: *carrying all of his plushies* Oh, you meant a real wedding. Not a play wedding.

Lucas: Can we get a dog too?!

Mark: I don't know aren't we moving a little fast? We're just kids.

Xiaojun: Can we do this like next Thursday?

Hendery: Can I dress as Elvis too or is that just the minister?

Renjun: I'll get you flowers and a baby doll but that's it. Ask me again in five years.

Jeno: Uh ....sure.

Haechan: *holds out his hand* Um you're missing something.

Jaemin: funny you say that *gets on bended knee and pulls out a ring*

Yangyang: So....this means we can have sex right?

Shotaro: *big hug* Yes, yes let's do this.

Sungchan: Whatever you want to do.

Chenle: *just starts laugh*

Jisung: But I am a child?

pose (m)

pairing: choi yeonjun x reader

genre: model!yeonjun (which isn’t really an au bc he’s real,,,,, model yeonjun is real), assistant!reader, fluff, smut, angst

wc: 12.5k

summary: being world-famous model choi yeonjun’s personal assistant wasn’t easy. after six months on the job, however, you’d say that you had a pretty decent grasp on it. now, with fashion month right around the corner, it was your duty to make sure everything was in order, but of course a few things didn’t go as planned.

warnings: 18+, swearing, sizeable timeskips, allusions to a panic attack, model!beomgyu appears and he is an ass to put it lightly, explicit sex, dom!yeonjun, sub!reader, fingering, mirror sex, hair pulling, dirty talk, praise, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, i beg of you), pull-out method, jealous + possessive yeonjun

disclaimer: i am not 100% educated about how modelling and the fashion industry operates. if there are any discrepancies, please forgive me! i’m only trying to appreciate model yeonjun, man.

note: no i am still not over model yeonjun don’t touch me

♤ playlist ♤

masterlist

choi yeonjun.

a twenty-one year-old fashion superstar, one of the most sought-after models in the industry, the ceo of his own modelling agency, young, suave, intimidating; choi yeonjun was a lot of things, you had learned in your time working for him. in your eyes, his most admirable trait was that he was no-bullshit. you couldn’t sugarcoat anything with him, and you appreciated not being forced to tiptoe around the truth in order to save his feelings. he didn’t seem to even have feelings, really. you don’t think you’d seen him smile fully more than twice.

and as fashion month, one of the most important months in his — well, in any model’s — career, raced closer, you knew that wrenching a smile from the man was akin to mission impossible. at least your job was to book him for events and to make sure he remained on-schedule, not to find ways to make him grin. you were an assistant, not a damn clown (though some of your friends would say otherwise).

but back to your job, the current reason why he presently invaded your thoughts. 

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Can I just request soft sex in the backseat of Yeonjuns car after getting caught in a storm and having to pull off the road and wait for it to pass ??

There's currently a huge storm and I'm in the mood for some soft yeonjun

It's fine if you can't though! I totally understand

back roads | c. yeonjun

warnings | afab!reader, use of female nicknames, explicit sexual content (car sex, unprotected sex, fingering - f. receiving, dirty talk, soft dom!yeonjun, riding, spanking, light dumbification, dacryphilia, creampie), light aftercare

word count | 4k

notes | hey nonnie love i'm so sorry this is like weeks late!! hope you like it all the same <3 enjoy my work? consider tipping me on ko-fi!

once you think you've got the strength, you start to move, using his shoulders as leverage to lift yourself up. sse yeonjun was being so pushy and so whiny. i just wanna leave already and i'm too excited and can't we just go now? plagued your morning as you tried to finish packing your bags for the weekend getaway you'd planned together. it wasn't anything fancy, just a few days out of town together after a long, grueling few months.

eventually, you'd given into yeonjun's whining, easily won over by the way he widened his eyes and pouted at you. he's always known how to push your buttons the right way, how to get you to give in and listen to him. you'd finished packing in record time and loaded the car even faster, eager to get on the road with your boyfriend; every second together was precious.

but in your hurry, you hadn't stopped to check the weather. it completely slipped your mind as you and yeonjun raced to throw suitcases and bags into the trunk. even as you'd mellowed out and took a leisurely time to make sure your apartment was secure, you'd forgotten about it. your mind, so preoccupied with the idea of spending a weekend with yeonjun without the risk of being interrupted by something, had tossed away any rational thinking.

so you'd started your journey, blissfully unaware of the massive thunderstorm working its way through the area. and now, you're left wishing you hadn't.

it started as just a couple of raindrops, nothing too serious, as most storms do. but then sprinkling turned into a drizzle turned into a shower turned into a full-blown torrential downpour. with rain coming down in sheets, obscuring the road even just a foot ahead of you, and wind shaking the car, you've had to pull off on the side of the road, some isolated little thing. yeonjun's hands stay on the steering wheel, his elbows locked, and his eyes trained on some invisible spot on what you can only assume is the horizon.

you pull your phone from the console, where it's been charging for the last hour or so, and open the weather app, anxiously waiting for it to load. the weather radar takes even longer to render fully, which is enough to make you think the worst. and boy, is it the worst.

"they're saying this storm's gonna last for an hour," you say, locking the device and pressing the top edge of it against your forehead. you close your eyes and take a breath, trying to will the sadness out of your posture.

"is it gonna let up?" yeonjun questions. you can hear him shifting around in his seat, already getting antsy with inaction.

you shake your head, pulling yourself up to turn and look at him. "no. it's going to be this bad for a while. could even get worse, they think."

you're trying to look on the bright side of things; sure, your trip is delayed for an hour, but you still get to spend time with yeonjun, which is what you wanted in the first place. the storm certainly is a little much, but you'd never complain about being with yeonjun.

it's a blur, though, from how you go from chatting with your boyfriend to making out with him in the back seat of the car. you don't remember any of the small bits, just that one moment, you were talking about work and the next, he was helping you climb over the console to get into the back. you're sure there has to be a makeout session somewhere in the timeline because where your memory picks up again, you're settling into yeonjun's lap and his lips are already distinctly swollen.

"got me feeling like i'm in high school again," he says, his fingers dipping under your sweater.

"yeah?" you ask, pulling the hem of his shirt up over his abs, letting your chilly fingers press against the skin there. "how many times did you take a girl out just to fuck her in the back seat of your car on some back road in the middle of nowhere?"

yeonjun laughs a little, breathy and hot, leaning in to kiss you and then down across your jaw and neck. his hands start working at pulling your sweater and shirt over your head. "never, baby. you're the only one."

when his hands find their way back to your hips and grind you down against him, you can't hold back the moan that leaves you, lost in the rhythmic sound of rain beating at all sides of the vehicle.

"good to know."

yeonjun keeps working his hands and mouth across you in all the right ways, so heavenly and beautiful. you tangle your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, tensing and untensing with the rolls of the pleasure he's bringing you. everything about it feels so right, so even though the storm has effectively ruined any immediate plan, you find comfort in thinking that this was meant to happen in some capacity.

"gonna let me make a mess of you?" he asks, his breath hot against the skin where your shoulder and neck meet. he pulls back to look at you and you feel flushed at the way his pupils are blown out, his cheeks burning red with it all.

you can't help but nod down at him, wanting nothing more but to let him do as he pleases. you've got him to yourself for a long while, so you might as well make the most of this storm delaying your plans.

yeonjun's fingers find no resistance as they slide under the elastic band of your sweatpants, pressing hotly into the skin of your hips briefly while he goes back to marking you however he wants. eventually, they find the band of your panties and they dip into those too, wasting no time in finding your core, already slick with the unbridled need that yeonjun instills in you without even trying to.

"so wet," he says against the column of your throat. "this all for me?"

as he asks it, he presses his fingers up into you, putting a delicious pressure on your clit. you're glad to be straddling him because your knees go weak at the sudden pressure.

"always for you," you manage to get out, fingers curling so tightly into his hair that your nails scratch gently at his scalp.

you can feel him smile against your neck, the rumble of his chuckle as it reverberates through his chest. his fingers work without haste, moving all experimentally and slowly. you want him so bad, but he's got the pace under his control and you're scared to contradict him. yeonjun is notorious for leaving you all high and dry, and with the end of this storm nowhere close, you can't stand the idea of it.

eventually, his fingers finally move to your slit, dragging your slick around before he slides two of them into you. the ridges of his knuckles feel absolutely heavenly, the way they drag against the most intimate part of you as the pads of his fingertips search for that one little spot that'll have you keening for him. it takes him no time at all to find it and he grins up at you as he practically abuses it, using the length of his fingers to his advantage.

"feel good?" he questions, almost mockingly.

his eyes are big and wide with something akin to wonder, like he hasn't had you like this so many times before. it's nice, though, to have him absolutely entranced by the way you wear your pleasure on your face; he always looks so mesmerized by you, as if he isn't the reason you look like this. he smiles when you nod, biting at your lip and whimpering out an mhm.

you drop your hands from his head to his shoulders, your fingers curling into his sweater instead. he's working you up so well, higher and higher without stumbling over himself. in turn, your moans, whimpers, and every little sound in between are growing higher and tighter with every easy thrust of his fingers, every graze against your clit. he must be able to sense that you're getting ever closer to that precipice because he coaxes your mouth into his and lets his fingers work their magic.

"y'wanna come?" he asks you, muttering the words into your mouth, which is open in a silent, broken gasp.

you nod, almost too eagerly, and your fingers twist up his sweater into your fists. "please, please, junnie."

yeonjun smiles, bright and beautiful and breathtaking, as if you had much breath to lend him to begin with. in a rare moment of mercy, he gives it to you without asking for anything in return. during most encounters, he makes you beg, makes you grovel until he's decided you've done well enough to warrant getting to paint his fingers or cock or face with your cum. tonight, though, with you being so clearly distraught about the whole situation, he can't help but treat you like his precious little thing, not wanting to deny you your pleasure.

so he doesn't. instead, he lands a particular pleasurable grind of the heel of his hand against your clit and wraps his free arm tightly around your waist, letting you melt into his embrace. "come on, baby. whenever you want."

it doesn't take much after for you to moan openly, trembling and practically collapsing against yeonjun as your orgasm rushes through you. it's a rapturous feeling, having yeonjun's fingers working you up to and through your high, a primal kind of devastating that only he's ever been able to bring you.

even then, he coaxes you into him, whispers the sweetest things into your ear, convinces you to give him everything you have. and when you have nothing left, he still manages to find a little bit more of everything — more energy, fresh tears, a small expanse of skin that hasn't been marked up, a vocal cord that hasn't been moaned raw yet — and he convinces you to give those to him too.

"gonna be a good girl and ride my cock now?" yeonjun asks when his fingers have finally ceased their pursuit of sending you into a tearful bout of overstimulation. his other hand caresses the back of your neck, a soft curl of fingers around your throat from behind.

you look up at him from your position on his shoulder, your body entirely slumped into his and now searching for ways to truly melt into him. your chest is still heaving with the effort of trying to catch your breath and you're still shaking a little from your orgasm and the overstimulation yeonjun was working you towards just moments ago. still, some part of you finds the ability to nod.

yeonjun, with that grin on his face, helps you out of your now ruined sweatpants and panties. in turn, when he bridges his hips, you shuffle his own sweats and boxers down his legs, except you leave them on, stopping at his knees. you straddle his thighs, now bare, again and shiver at the anticipation of him filling you up. his cock is resting against his stomach, pretty and red and aching, and your mouth waters.

"my eyes are up here," yeonjun quips and your gaze shoots up to lock with his.

he's clearly just joking around with you because sex really isn't ever that serious with him, and when he starts laughing a little, you find yourself joining him. you scoot a little closer and card one of your hands through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead so you have a clear view of his eyes.

"sorry," you say, leaning into him again. "you're just so pretty, junnie. pretty boy with a pretty dick."

yeonjun goes red, but he's fighting hard to keep his cool, dominant exterior. he scoffs and wraps his arms around you, pulling you to sit as far forward on his lap as he can get you. his cock brushes against your clit and you bite back a whine at the feeling. it's been a little too long since you've had him like this, the two of you too busy to have each other, and you're desperate to have him.

"you think so?" he asks, not letting you back away from his playful expression. "you know what i think? i think this pretty cock was made for your pretty pussy. hm? you agree?"

you nod fervently, watching as he stares you down. you can tell it's all going straight to his ego because he grins all wide and wild. you both know he's got you right where he wants you, that he's got you all cock drunk before he's even really done anything, but you absolutely cannot find it in you to care at all because when he lets his big ego take over, you know you're in for a treat.

"yeah? and now you're gonna let me inside, right? take all of it inside you?"

you nod again, lifting yourself enough to give him space. the second he's got himself lined up, you start sinking down on him without a word. you hiss and whimper in tandem, the stretch absolutely divine for the both of you.

"fuck," he whispers, mostly to himself. "fuck, you feel so good."

his nails dig into the meat of your hips, no doubt leaving deep indents. there's not even a little piece of yourself that minds though because you invite every little reminder of him when you share moments like this. plus, you're too busy focusing on taking his cock anyways.

you work hard to bottom out on him, reveling in the tight fit and the warmth of him. everything comes together in one mindbreaking sensation and when you finally get there, it all just multiplies tenfold. you let out the most debauched moan of your entire life, your stomach tightening up already.

"take your time, baby," yeonjun says, his head pressed back against the headrest of the seat, his eyes closed. he worries his bottom lip between his teeth at some points as you squeeze and clench around him.

whatever you're feeling, he's feeling it just as much. and you want to make him feel better.

once you think you've got the strength, you start to move, using his shoulders as leverage to lift yourself up. as you start slowly bouncing on his cock, yeonjun gets vocal and his hands start moving with you. they palm at your sides, curl into your hair to pull you down to kiss him. at some points, he even brings one down on your ass to spank you before kneading the sting away.

but as much fun as you're having riding him as the storm outside beats away at the car, the only shield between you and someone seeing what you're doing with yeonjun, this position isn't doing much to help you out. your legs are starting to burn with the effort of it all and you're having a hard time keeping up.

"need help, jun," you whine, pressing your fingers into the taut muscles of his shoulders. "please?"

"okay, baby," he manages between staggered breaths. "i got you."

his arms wrap around you and pull you into him, doing their best to keep you upright. he helps you bounce on him and he tries to meet you halfway with every movement. they're shallow thrusts, not as fulfilling as either of you want them to be, but they're still getting the job done perfectly fine.

"doing so well for me," yeonjun mutters into your shoulder, his teeth grazing your skin as he speaks. "always do so well for me. my good fuckin' girl, yeah? gonna make me come so hard."

you're obsessed with each other, but the difference between you and yeonjun is that he never gets as fucked out as you do, especially not when he's got all of the control of the situation. so while you're fucking yourself stupid on his cock, he's muttering the most corrupt shit that he can think of into your ear.

his hand comes down on your ass again and you jolt into him, your clit pressing against his pelvic bone for a precious little moment. just that sets off a domino effect of everything else: you moan, clench around him, and he hisses through his teeth before nipping at your shoulder.

"gonna make me fuckin' come, squeezing me like that. that what you want? you want me to fill up your cute little pussy?"

you whine directly into his ear, albeit unintentionally, but it gets the reaction you wanted out of him anyways. he trails bites up your shoulder and neck, leaving little marks in his wake until he's pulling back to look at you in your eyes.

"yeah? should i make you beg for it like i always do? i was kind enough to let you come without it earlier, wasn't i?"

you nod your head, looking at him pleadingly. somewhere in there, you're able to respond with a yes, so nice, but you're not sure how you manage it, not with yeonjun's cock pressing incessantly against that spot inside you. regardless, you're proud of it.

"i think so too, but... you didn't thank me for it, baby."

you can hear the frown in his voice before you even register the expression on his face. he's playing at sympathy because he always does when you've done something wrong, and you're immediately on damage control.

"m'sorry, junnie," you whine, your eyes beginning to water. "you were making me feel so good. i forgot."

your orgasm is just within reach and you're really feeling the effects of straddling yeonjun for so long; you can't afford to beg him for minutes on end just because you forgot to thank him for letting you come earlier. you start pulling out every stop you can possibly think of to get him on your side.

"you saying i fingered you stupid?" he questions, his voice a little condescending. you nod. "you're so cute, baby, but how're you gonna make it up to me? should i make you beg this time?"

you immediately shake your head, dragging your fingernails across his shoulders, across the back of his neck. you let your bottom lip wobble with tears that are begging to be shed. "no, please. i'll be good, i promise. i'll do whatever you want me to when we get to the hotel, jun. please. just wanna come and make you feel good."

"whatever i want, hm?" yeonjun's voice is dangerously even, but you can tell he's working back his moans; you nod your head in response. "you're playing a dangerous game, sweetheart... but how can i say no?"

you breath out a sigh of relief, glad you've staved off his playful anger - for now, at least. you collapse into him for the nth time and let him do all the work. at this point, he's rutting up into you, letting out grunts next to your ear and moaning when you clench around him. when you murmur that you're close, you can feel him chuckle a little breathily.

"yeah? come on then, kid," he says, putting his last little bit of strength into fucking you down onto his cock.

and that's really all it takes to get you to fall apart, a debauched, broken moan escaping you as yeonjun bottoms out in you for the last time. you're sure to let a few words of gratitude go, both for making you come so hard and for letting you do so without begging (all that much), in an attempt to quell some of his fire from earlier.

it's a sweet kind of warmth, that specific feeling of being completely full, that overtakes you as you melt into yeonjun's chest, your cheek squishing against his shoulder as you catch your breath. where yeonjun would usually work you into overstimulation again is the weight of his arms around you, holding you against him as you both draw much-needed air into your bodies.

for a while, it's just you, him, and the sound of rain still pounding against the windows and doors of the car. it's probably the most tranquil you've ever been after having yeonjun fuck you so stupid that you almost forget how to breath. there's just something about being so vulnerable, but somehow still so shielded from the outside world like this that just makes you... wistful.

eventually, yeonjun comes back to life, his hand brushing hair and sweat away from your cheek and temple. he draws in a deep breath and wraps his arm a little tighter around you for just a moment. "sounds like the rain's letting up a little bit."

you tune back into it and realize that he's right. it's still coming down pretty hard, but it's nowhere near as bad as it had been when it started. you nod and pull back a little, your body still feeling a little weak, but yeonjun wastes no time in pulling you back into him, a childish whine leaving him.

"my pretty baby," he coos loudly, pillowing his cheek against the top of your head. "did so well for me."

you playfully groan in disgust and try to push away from him, cringing at his affection. "yeonjun, we have to get cleaned up. who knows when someone's gonna drive by and see us."

he lets you go and turns to pouting, but you can tell that he's just joking around too. "fine! be like that then! thought i was gonna be all sweet and offer to clean you up and get you some new clothes, but you can take care of it yourself!"

"you're such a crybaby," you whine, pulling yourself off of his lap and leaning over to get some napkins.

you offer him a few to clean himself up, which he graciously takes. as you're wiping yourself up the best you can, he leans over the seat to search through your duffle bag, eventually emerging with a new pair of underwear and some shorts. he hands them to you with a kiss to the top of your head.

"you really gonna let me do whatever i want with you when we get to the hotel?" he asks as he's trying to climb his way back into the driver's seat.

the rain has let up significantly now and it's about time for you to get back on the road. you shrug in response before bracing your shoulders against the seat so you can lift your hips and shimmy your underwear and shorts up your legs.

"maybe," you respond coyly, smiling innocently at him when he whips around to look at you. "i'll think about it."

"oh, so you were only saying all that to get me to let you come?"

you roll your eyes and slide back into the passenger's seat, leaning over to kiss him on his pretty pouted lips.

"of course i wasn't! i would never do that to you!"

it's yeonjun's turn to roll his eyes as he captures your lips again before you can lean back in your seat. when you separate and he turns to start driving again, he scoffs.

"you promised though, baby. and i thought good girls don't break promises."

you groan, throwing your head back against the headrest. "oh, you're the worst."

yeonjun laughs and looks over at you, his eyes shining brightly in a newly emerged sun, the pale golden light giving him a halo. you feel a serene warmth fill you and you can't help but smile back at him. he's an angel, after all, and who are you to not share a smile with him?

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move | c.y

synopsis: this was all choi yeonjun’s fault that you were staying after practice. if he weren’t so fucking distracting then you’d be home by now!

pairing: dom!yeonjun x sub!reader

warnings: afab reader, bf2l trope, pinning, teasing, smut, mention of masturbation, grinding, excessive making out, marking, spanking, groping, dirty talk, sex in a public, oral (receiving), face sitting, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, love confession, slight angst, unprotected vaginal sex (don’t do this), happy ending.

word count: 4k

authors note: this is a reupload from http-chan. i am not stealing, i am reposting my own work.

also pls listen to move by taemin while reading!!

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Just friends - c.yeonjun

Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x fem reader

Warnings: reader is an idol, smut, filth, reader is a dom! Yeonjun a softie, language, teasing, kissing, fluff at the end. 

Word counts: 5.5k

Summary: Yeonjun had confessed to liking you, a soloist. After a MAMA collab, the media assumes there’s something going on between the two of you. The chemistry between you two. What did the two of you really do behind closed doors?

You are a soloist artist that goes by the name, Nabi. Which means butterfly. When your mother had died, she told you “whenever you see butterfly near you or passing by you it means I’m watching over you. That I’m always here for you.”

Since you were too old to be in a group, you decide to be a soloist. Since you’re 22, you can’t be in a group, that’s not how it works. You chose the stage name, Nabi, to be reminded by your mother.

Being an idol is hard, there’s a lot of work, and takes a lot of your time. You’re always busy with a lot of interviews, radio shows, getting invited on shows. You picked that life and it didn’t bother you all.

Every day you have to work harder to make your fans happy and want to show them you had put a lot of effort to be here with them.

Your hard work paid off when you debuted. You became one of the popular soloists in the music industry. You had met great artists and groups.

Being a soloist is hard. You don’t have anyone to be around with. The only friend you made was your manager. Since you’re still new, your company had limited you to talk with anyone outside the company.

Even with your dance team, which you adore and are thankful for, they’re always there to help you cheer on and make practices a fun time.

You reached your point in your career to collab with one of the biggest boy groups, TXT Yeonjun. It was truly an honor for you. You weren’t expecting his company to let him do a collab with you until it took some time of convincing and meetings. They finally said yes.

Your performance with Yeonjun is for MAMA. You both have two months before the performance but the two of you haven’t met.

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Drunk text me

I want you to drunk text me Just empty it all out, please Tell me you fucked this up Tell me you're still in love with me

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pairing: choi yeonjun x reader

genre: model!yeonjun (which isn’t really an au bc he’s real,,,,, model yeonjun is real), assistant!reader, fluff, smut, angst

wc: 12.5k

summary: being world-famous model choi yeonjun’s personal assistant wasn’t easy. after six months on the job, however, you’d say that you had a pretty decent grasp on it. now, with fashion month right around the corner, it was your duty to make sure everything was in order, but of course a few things didn’t go as planned.

warnings: 18+, swearing, sizeable timeskips, allusions to a panic attack, model!beomgyu appears and he is an ass to put it lightly, explicit sex, dom!yeonjun, sub!reader, fingering, mirror sex, hair pulling, dirty talk, praise, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, i beg of you), pull-out method, jealous + possessive yeonjun

disclaimer: i am not 100% educated about how modelling and the fashion industry operates. if there are any discrepancies, please forgive me! i’m only trying to appreciate model yeonjun, man.

note: no i am still not over model yeonjun don’t touch me

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choi yeonjun.

a twenty-one year-old fashion superstar, one of the most sought-after models in the industry, the ceo of his own modelling agency, young, suave, intimidating; choi yeonjun was a lot of things, you had learned in your time working for him. in your eyes, his most admirable trait was that he was no-bullshit. you couldn’t sugarcoat anything with him, and you appreciated not being forced to tiptoe around the truth in order to save his feelings. he didn’t seem to even have feelings, really. you don’t think you’d seen him smile fully more than twice.

and as fashion month, one of the most important months in his — well, in any model’s — career, raced closer, you knew that wrenching a smile from the man was akin to mission impossible. at least your job was to book him for events and to make sure he remained on-schedule, not to find ways to make him grin. you were an assistant, not a damn clown (though some of your friends would say otherwise).

but back to your job, the current reason why he presently invaded your thoughts. 

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II. FIRST TIME'S A CHARM | K.KH

~ loosing your virginity ~

pairing: huening kai x virgin!reader (afab), genre: smut, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, established relationship, wc: 1.8k, warnings: 18+ content, read at your own discretion.

you used to think that losing your virginity wasn’t that big of a deal until you felt your boyfriend’s boner poking against your vagina through your clothes while you were making out with him. ever since then, you weren’t sure why, but the thought of having sex made you terribly anxious.

kai understood that you weren’t comfortable with it, so anytime he happened to get a little too “excited” with you, he always excused himself. yes, it did ruin the moment, and yes, you felt bad about leading him on. but you were grateful that he respected your boundaries. you really didn’t deserve him.

one day you two were laying on his bed, lips moving against each other’s calmly. while propped up on his side, kai was holding your face in his large hand, taking command of the kiss. you had a palm on his chest, feeling his heart thundering faintly. you couldn’t tell, but it was taking every ounce of willpower in him to not get carried away like he always did. he would never blame you for it. but he was annoyed with having to press pause every time you two got intimate. cold showers were a pain in the ass.

the longer you two kissed, the quicker things heated up. when you needed to catch your breath, kai let his lips wander to your neck. though he tried not to go all out, hearing your shaky breaths turned him on. he knew things were going to go south, but the way you were clutching his shirt in your fist and craning your neck to the side to give him more access to your skin was so enticing. he wanted to make you feel good, even better than he was now.

you rubbed your thighs together as that incessant warmth between your legs became stronger and stronger. you had always wanted kai, you just weren’t sure if you were ready or not. his hand came down to halt your squirming, and something about the way he had grabbed you made you moan.

kai was quick to detach his lips from your neck, staring down at you with surprised eyes. “fucking hell y/n, you’re going to be the death of me.”

he didn’t sound mad, but you knew what he meant. you grabbed his arm urgently, letting out a contemplative sigh before looking him dead in the eye. “i want you kai. let’s do it. let’s have sex.”

you sounded confident. there was no mistaking that. but kai couldn’t believe it. not immediately at least. “are you sure?” he asked, eyes studying your face for any sign otherwise. you nodded firmly. “yes, i’m sure. i can’t wait anymore kai.”

he nodded. “okay. umm, let’s do this then.” he was the one who sounded unsure. you wouldn’t blame him. you had just sprung it on him when he least expected it.

touching his cheek, you brought his attention back to you for a moment. “hey, just do what you would normally do. no need to get all fancy for me.” kai chuckled at your words. “but its your first time. it should be special. you can’t ask me not to overdo it.”

rolling your eyes, you scoffed and brought his lips back to yours. kai circled an arm around your waist, moving to hover over you while slipping his hips between your legs. his hands slipped under your shirt, fingers dancing lightly on your skin. you reached down to take it off, wasting no time in resuming the kiss. his hands travelled upwards, meekly groping your clothed breasts. placing a hand on top of his, you prompted him to pull the material down so he could touch you properly. “don’t be shy,” you whispered, grinning at him teasingly when he pulled away from you.

glaring at you playfully, he leaned down to your chest and let his tongue circle around your nipple while he squeezed your other breast in his palm. you sighed loudly, pushing your chest into his face. kai hummed and sucked on your nipple, feeling it harden up in his mouth. he did the same to the other, descending down your body with full, wet kisses.

every inch of you felt warm and tingly. “you’re so perfect,” kai whispered against your skin, pinching your hips to make you laugh. he reached your pants and he looked up at you, eyes asking for permission to take them off. you nodded curtly and watched him drag them off your legs along with your panties. he tossed your garments at the foot of the bed and placed two hands on your knees, slowly prying them apart.

kai stared at your naked body, licking his lips in awe. you looked so beautiful underneath him. he caressed your thighs, letting you get used to his touch. “the things i want to do to you,” he murmured, letting his fingers ghost over your glistening pussy. you whimpered in anticipation, watching him intently.

he laid down on his stomach, bringing his face close to your pussy. you could feel his warm breath blowing against it and your heart started racing. you were so excited to know what being pleasured by someone else felt like.

but he didn't give you what you wanted. not immediately. he kissed your thighs teasingly. nothing was going to stop him from implementing his inherent cheekiness. you could see right through him. glaring at him, you whined impatiently. “oh my god, stop that.”

he snickered, satisfied with the amusement he’d received from the delay, and leaned forward to kiss your clit. it was a short peck, one that was meant for testing the waters. checking for any signs of discomfort on your expectant face, he repeated the action, just harder.

you let out a deep sigh, watching him with interest. he knew what he was doing, you could see it in his demeanor. every move, from the flicks of his tongue to the tugging of his lips, was precise and calculated. he wasn’t going too fast, so the pleasure wasn’t maddening, but it was definitely distracting. you wanted to focus on him to see what he was doing to you but your eyes kept fluttering shut. the more pleasure he gave you, the more foggy your mind became. honestly, everything around you started feeling a little fuzzy. the pleasure was seeping into your veins, covering you like a weighted blanket.

kai was glad you were enjoying yourself. he didn’t halt the rolls of your hips. instead, he moved with you, using your eagerness as a tool to amplify your pleasure. your hands were wandering everywhere, groping your boobs, running through your hair, rubbing your face, clutching the sheets. your loud moans made kai wonder what was to come when he actually started fucking you.

the romance novels were right. lust put everything in slow-mo. ten minutes with kai felt like ten hours. the pleasure kept building, intensifying as the seconds passed. the movements of his tongue tripped up. he missed a beat, and suddenly he was tumbling off course.

you knew it was intentional. his grip on your thighs had changed from pulling you close, to pushing you away. perhaps this was his way of indicating that it was time to move on with the next event. it was time to actually lose your virginity.

the throbbing in your pussy harmonized with the thundering of your heart. kai quickly slithered out of all his clothes, purposely emphasizing his cock. he was literally brandishing it. whether that was to intimidate you into backing out, or showing you what you were dealing with, you did not know. but seeing as to how your eyes were glued to it, you were certain he’d succeeded in something.

“hey,” he called, bringing your attention back to him. the look on his face told you he meant all business. you held your breath, feeling guilty about being so giddy when he was trying to be serious. “yeah?” you asked quietly. this was it. this was really happening. some of it still felt like a dream.

“this is your last chance to back out. once i stick it in, i’m not pulling back out. and if you make me pull back out, we’re not having sex until we’re married, got it?” his threat was meant to amuse you, because he could see the anxiety behind your smile. if you were doing this just to please him, he wanted you to realize the importance of wanting something genuinely, instead of treating it like an obligation. he didn’t expect sex from you. he expected willingness, and that’s what you were going to give him.

“i’m not scared anymore kai. i trust you. i want this.” there was no questioning the sincerity behind the green light you’d just given him. he leaned down to kiss you, coaxingly, passionately, in an attempt to distract you from the way he was slowly pushing his tip into you.

it was not a great feeling. the pain flared through every inch of your walls, making you wince. when he stopped pushing, there was some comfort. but it wasn’t enough to subdue the pain. “just breathe. it’ll go away in no time.” he cooed, even though he had no idea what you were going through. he kissed the side of your face as an added mean of comfort, still as a statue inside you.

you clenched your walls around him experimentally, seeing if the pain was tolerable. on a scale from one to ten it was definitely a six. tapping his shoulder, you forced his eyes back to yours. “i think it’ll go away faster if you start moving.”

kai decided to trust your instincts. he held your waist, very carefully bucking his hips into you. to him, it felt absolutely amazing. to you, it was irritating. you knew you had to be patient, because the rewarding pleasure that was waiting for you on the other side was going to be the best thing you ever felt.

and it fucking was.

kai’s dick paved the way. the pleasure started out as background noise, and the more you focused on it, the more evident it became. everything from the feeling of his cock slipping in and out of you to the way your body jerked in response to his thrusts was so hot. kai had his face buried in the crook of your neck where you could hear his heavy grunts, warm against your skin.

after months of celibacy, kai was so relieved to be inside you. while being as gentle and delicate as possible, his thrusts were short and speedy. he really couldn't hold back. you just felt that good.

the way you were clinging onto his shoulders, practically screaming in his ears- in the best way possible-, let him know you were having the best time of your life.

he had found his way around your body with such ease, it was unbelievable that he hadn't touched you before. only kai could have made your first time feel so magical, and you were damn lucky to have him by your side.

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