#exo kai smut
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Okayyy hear me out!! Sooo recently I’ve been arguing with my friends about what could be exo’s favorite positions and we can’t seem to be able to point it out lol.
i've been talking to my friend abt this too!! so hear me out
minseok- against the wall or smth with him on top, i think he would like to be close to his partner
junmyeon- he gives soft dom vibes soo, probably missionary where he is on top or his partner riding him, he would still be on control though. and i think he praises his partner a lottt
baekhyun- i feel like he would let you ride him at any moment?? he is like super chill sometimes. but i also think he is down to try everything, probably wants to be in control
chanyeol- he would have you BEND!!! OVER!!! any surface you can bend over. i feel like he is an ass guy. or against the wall?? or probably having your legs in his shoulder or smth like that
kyungsoo-he looks so relaxed and like he would like having a connection with the person?? missionary or when you are riding him are the best i think
jongin- ok, you riding him. he just gives me that vibe and no one can change my mind. but i also think he would fuck you on a kitchen counter or a table or the shower
sehun- uhh so the first thing i think about is giving him head and keeping eye contact, then probably you being on top a little bit but he wold take over in no time. i can also see him spooning
#exo#exo fanfic#exo smut#exo reactions#chanyeol smut#baekhyun#baekhyun smut#sehun smut#xiumin smut#kai#jongin smut#exo kai smut#suho smut#junmyeon smut#exo x reader#kyungsoo smut
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[ ● FIC REC ] FILE NAME : KAI / KIM JONG-IN
CONTENTS : M - Mature, ✰ - Favorites, ⚘ - Fluff, ♧ - Angst
⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Going Live > </ ✰ M >
⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Kisses #1 > </ ⚘ >
⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Sweet Cherry ft. Taemin > </ M >
⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Home Alone > </ ⚘ >
⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Dumbification/Degradation > </ M >
⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Confession > </ M ⚘ >
⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Play Time > </ M ⚘ >
⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Barista Boy > </ ⚘ >
⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Yes, Sir ft. Sehun > </ ✰ M >
⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Martymachlia > </ M >
⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Incubus > </ M >
⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀We Found Love > </ ✰ ⚘ >
⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Heat Wave > </ ✰ M >
⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Sleepy S*x > </ ✰ M >
⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Daddy > </ M >
⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Dirty > </ M >
⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Flirty Drunk > </ ⚘ >
⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Watching Jongin Masturb*te > </ ✰ M >
⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Too Hot to Handle > </ ✰ M >
⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Sinner > </ ♧ >
⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Kim Jongin as a Boyfriend > </ M ⚘ >
⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Dad EXO Headcanon: A-Z > </ ⚘ >
⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀6:51 AM > </ ✰ ⚘ >
Updated [ 2023 - July - 16 ]
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Say You Love Me Pt. 2 (Sub!Jongin x Afab!Reader)
Word count: 4129
Genre: Stripper Non Idol AU
Pairing: Sub!Kim Jongin x Y/n! Afab reader, no pronouns are used
Read Part 1
Warnings: Stripper, Y/N is poly with Taemin, Ten, and Kai. But, only sex scenes are with Kai, unprotected sex, Y/N is called daddy, vaginal sex, creampie
MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS PLS DO NOT INTERACT.
SMUT BELOW THE CUT. IF YOU ENJOY PLS REBLOG AND COMMENT. THANK YOU AND HAPPY SUBBY!SEPTEMBER
You pull up to your mansion the following day after having your rendezvous with your ex-husband. There was just something about being with Jongin that somehow you still can't shake.
You turn your Corvette engine off and sit against the cool leather seat. You already know you will hear an earful from Taemin and Ten about not coming home last night.
Your eyes trail over to your beautiful mansion that once belonged to you and your ex-husband. You remember the day you two moved into your dream home.
Your fingers delicately caress the cool leather of your seat, and memories of last night's escapades are brought to your attention. You missed Jongin's taste and how he likes to call you daddy.
You mutually agreed that last night was just a one-time thing. You want to believe you can behave and hold yourself to that promise.
You step out of your car and grab your heels, jean dress, and your infamous Gucci bag from last night. You left Jongin's townhouse wearing his sweatpants, t-shirt, and Gucci slides. Not to mention, his intoxicating cologne is still on your skin.
Your steps on the marble flooring echo, and you quickly notice everything is exceptionably clean, how you like it. You kick off Jongin's slides near the fish tank.
The fish tank, a monument to Jongin's love for exotic fish, bubbles serenely, and the fish sway around like beautiful dancers.
"I'm home," you shout into your beautiful mansion, and walk into the living room.
The vast living room is bathed in a soft golden hue. Ten and Taemin sit comfortably on the plush, velvety couches, and magazines cover the deep mahogany coffee table in front of them.
Taemin and Ten are engrossed in their own worlds, and they lift their gazes to meet yours.
You quickly notice the intensity in Taemin's eyes, and Ten's display a bit of curiosity. Because why are you dressed in another man's clothes and strolling into the mansion as if nothing happened?
"Long night?" Ten jokes, and breaks the silence among the three of you.
"Uh, you could say that," you reply, trying your best not to sound guilty or obvious that you were with your ex-husband.
"So, where have you been?" Taemin questions you, and his sharp gaze is unwavering.
Taemin is still in his pajamas and has a bowl of cereal in his hand.
Ten is on the other side of and his cute Louie is on his lap.
"Out," you reply. You plop down on the couch across from them.
"You smell like Jongin. Is this what you're doing now?" Taemin adds.
"Yes, I was with him. I'm allowed to fuck my ex-husband if I want to," you reply in defense.
"So, he's taking my spot in more ways than one? I mean, he did walk out on you, so now you've forgiven him like nothing happened?" Taemin presses you.
Taemin isn't wrong in his claims. Things were rocky when Jongin decided he wasn't going to dance at No Manners anymore.
He was your top dancer for over seven years. So, the day he decided he was done dancing was also the day he was done being your husband.
The divorce wasn't messy, and he didn't ask for money. Nor, did he even ask for the house. He respected you and your business to a certain extent. He just wanted more for himself, but it just felt too personal.
"It was a business decision. It's my club, and I can do whatever I want," You insist, and stand firm on the decision that you made with a clear mind.
"So fucking him is a business decision?" Ten vocalizes, and his concern catches you by surprise.
The room seems to close in. You and Taemin are very strongly opinionated. So, you find yourself bumping heads with him pretty often. But, Ten being upset is surprising you.
Why is Taemin pressing you so hard? Sure, you made a selfish decision, but you aren't exactly dating Taemin or Ten. There isn't a label placed on whatever this arrangement is. All you know is that it has worked for the last couple of months.
"That's not what I mean. I mean him being the current headliner is a business decision," you explain.
"Yeah, but he doesn't like working sets with other dancers. Jongin is selfish," Ten further adds to the conversation.
Usually, he isn't the type to get involved in your disagreements with Taemin.
"He doesn't have to work sets with when he's the headliner," you defend Jongin.
"So, are you two getting back together? What does that mean for me and Ten?" Taemin asks.
You are not in the mood for the third-degree this morning. Your mind is still stuck on Jongin bouncing that ass on your strap. You still can't get over how he made you come with his tongue.
You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn't miss being with Jongin.
You decide this is a little too much for you to deal with right now. You stand up and grab your Gucci bag.
"No one said that. I'm going to shower."
You leave the two of them and head upstairs to your bedroom to retrieve for some solitude. Sure, you could try to explain you still have feelings for your ex-husband.
Not to mention, you did tell Jongin that you loved him last night. Whether it was because of the euphoric feeling you felt dominating him, or you meant it. You told him, and he told you, too.
You're conflicted because if you still love your ex-husband, why are your top two strippers living with you? Are you trying to feel the void you felt when Jongin moved out?
Your mind so desperately wants to find the answer.
You genuinely enjoy sleeping with Taemin and Ten. It's fun for you, and it helps you escape from the feelings of being divorced.
Your mind wanders as you shower, alone in your thoughts.
But, seeing Jongin has done something to you.
You take a much-needed shower and wash the scent of Jongin from your body, and you try to wash him away from your mind.
Last night was something you can't shake. You initiated everything by showing up at his place after the show. You're just not sure what will happen over the next thirty days.
After your shower, you sit on your bed and moisturize your body. Your phone rings, and you stare at it when you see Jongin's name and photo come across it.
You still have a picture of you picking him up and holding him in your arms. It never crossed your mind to change the photo.
You swipe it to life and answer, "Hello?"
"Y/n, how are you?"
"Good, just got out of the shower. What's up?"
"Can you come to the club? I want to practice a bit if that's okay with you. Hopefully, I'm not bothering you."
"No, you're good. I'll be there in 20 mins."
"Thanks, Daddy."
His request isn't strange; many dancers request to come in during the day. But, usually, they go through your assistant.
Maybe Jongin doesn't know that is still the same practice, but either way, you're going back to the club.
He's also pushing it with the "daddy" kink. Jongin knows your weak spot, and he taunting you.
***
You arrive at your club, and pull your car next to Jongin's. You step out of your vehicle, and Jongin is leaning against his.
His ashy gray hair is covered by a Gucci beany, and he isn't wearing any makeup from what you can see, even with shades on. He draped in a simple Gucci tracksuit—nothing unusual for him.
"What's up, Y/n?"
"Nothing. The Lee Twins are mad at you," you tease him.
"Let them hate," Jongin chuckles, and follows you with his duffle bag in tow.
The double doors of "No Manners" swing open with a whisper, revealing the expansive space of the club. With the absence of patrons, the vastness of the place is more pronounced, every detail of its luxe design accentuated in the quiet.
The dim chandeliers cast their opalescent glow across the club, their muted purples and deep blues adding to the quiet allure of the place. It's like stepping into a different world, one that's intimate, seductive, and hushed.
Your feet echo softly against the black marble floor. The main stage stands like an altar. It's where the magic happens. The poles, with their smooth, cool chrome, rise from the stage, reaching up to the ceiling. You can almost hear the faint, ghostly echo of past performances, the cheers, the gasps, the music.
Jongin removes his shoes and jacket to reveal he's not wearing a shirt. Your eyes stare at his chiseled six-pack. He steps out of his pants to show what's underneath. His tiny shorts interestingly catch the light, amplifying the sculpted form of his ass, making it seem like an artwork on display.
You break your attention from his body and ask, "What do you want to practice?"
"Umm, just pole tricks. I was a bit rusty last night."
"You looked amazing to me."
"Right, but there were some things I could improve to be even better."
"Well, get your ass up there and practice. Do you have your music?"
"Yes, can you connect it to the Bluetooth for me?" Jongin hands you his phone, and you see a picture of you and him in front of the mansion as his wallpaper.
You walk to the DJ booth to turn on the sound system.
You connect the phone and turn on his playlist. As the music hits, Jongin stretches his body and climbs up the pole.
He's doing all the usual tricks, and you aren't sure why he thinks he needs to practice. Watching him work the pole is an art form. He makes the shit looks easy and flawless, but you know that it's not simple.
No one is as talented as Kim Jongin when it comes to male strippers. You've searched high and low to find someone to replace him, but no one is as fluid as him. Taemin comes close, but there's just something unique that Jongin brings to the table.
Jongin drops down and hops off the stage. You grab his phone and pause the music.
"You good?" you ask.
Jongin opens his duffle bag. "Yeah, I'm just warming up."
Your eyebrows raise heavenward. "Uh, your warm-up is a main event for a lot of strippers."
"I know, but I'm not them. I'm Kai."
The cockiness has entered the building, and you can't deny that you love it.
"Okay, I see you."
Jongin pulls out a pair of six-inch glass heels. He's never been known as a performer who wears heels. Some of the other strippers do, but not him. You're curious what he plans to do.
"Since, I'm coming back. I want to do this. Not every night, but at least once. A few of my fans have asked me on Instagram to wear them."
"Oooo, your fan," you tease him. "That's cute."
"Yeah, that's why I really want to practice."
"I've never seen you wear heels before. Can you walk in them?"
Jongin laughs at you, puts on the heels, and gets on stage. He walks down the stage to show you that he can wear them. But, can he dance in them?
"C'mon. I wouldn't invite you here if I couldn't. The last thing I need is you roasting me."
"True. So, can you shake your ass though?"
Jongin swings his body around the pole and turns his body upside down, and twerks his ass just to show you that he can literally do anything. He drops down into a split and then crawls over to you.
"What do you think?"
"You look good. Ass looks even fatter than usual."
"Thank you. I've been toning it up."
"It's noticeable."
Jongin wants to continue to work on dancing in heels and turns the playlist back on. You sit back and enjoy the show. He's captivating, and you know why the customers love him so much.
You love to watch him challenging himself to do something that's out of the box for him. Just like anything else he tries, he's a natural in these glass high heels.
Watching Jongin move, the way his body twists, turns, and defies gravity, it's clear why he's irreplaceable. His every move is poetry, a symphony of strength, agility, and raw sensuality. Each drop, twirl, and seductive glance he throws seems to stitch a story, a narrative of passion, of yearning.
After a while, he sits on the edge of the stage, and the music stops.
You stand up and walk over to him standing between his legs.
"What you think, Y/n?"
"Amazing."
"Really?" His eyes, always expressive, widen a bit, sparkling with a bit of disbelief.
"Yes, you're a natural. I wish you would have done this a while ago." Your tone is commanding and contrasts with his gentle disposition, yet he doesn't shy away from you.
"Me, too. I just wasn't comfortable with heels yet. But, I've been practicing, hoping it could lead to a permanent dance opportunity."
"It will. I want you to work in the velvet room this weekend," you announce.
"Yes, daddy." Jongin's voice quivers slightly, using that name for you to convey reverence and a touch of shyness. It makes your heart skip a beat.
"Jongin," you respond. Your tone is gentle yet firm, re-establishing the dynamic between you two.
Your body is swimming with lust. The last thing you want is to fuck him at the club.
Not to mention, you don't even have your Gucci bag. You would be lying if you said you didn't get a little moist watching him dance like that.
"Stop calling me that."
You stare into his eyes, and he jumps down from the stage and stands before you.
The intensity between you two is palpable as you feel the magnetic pull of Jongin, drawing you closer.
"I... I love calling you that," he murmurs, his voice quivering. Gently grasping your hand, he brings it to his lips, placing a soft, lingering kiss on your knuckles. His eyes never leave yours as he speaks, "It's our special thing. You haven't let anyone else have that privilege... have you?"
"No," you confirm.
There's a shy hesitation in Jongin's voice, revealing an undertone of vulnerability as he says, "I haven't performed in the velvet room in quite some time. Can... can I practice with you?"
You remember his apprehension regarding the velvet room. He was always fussy about performing there, perhaps because of its intimate setting. But now, knowing his tenure here is temporary, you want every experience to be perfect. Every memory is to be etched deep.
You want to make sure he's good to go for the velvet room.
"Sure."
Once inside, you reach for the remote, activating the LED lights that bathe the room in a sultry purple hue. You recline on the plush couch, its cushions enveloping you, and a neat stack of crisp bills sits on the table beside, ready to bathe in skin in dollar bills.
But nothing could've prepared you for the moment Jongin steps into the room. Clad only in a thong, his sculpted physique on full display, it's a sight that's intoxicatingly overwhelming.
You didn't bring your Gucci purse because you didn't think anything would happen when Jongin harmlessly asking to practice. He doesn't have the key to the club anymore, so it would only make sense for you to be present.
Jongin struts over to you still in those heels and immediately straddles you, and the music starts playing in the background.
He turns around to reveal his nice firm ass. You toss a bill onto him. It's taking everything inside of you not to grab it.
"Thank you, daddy."
Jongin is pushing you, but you want nothing more than to fuck him nice and hard again. You try to block out that thought and focus on the dance.
The velvet room has strict rules about touching, and you try to make this seem as close to the real thing as possible.
When he shakes his ass in your face, you see he still has your name tattooed on his lower back.
You thought he would have it covered up. Somehow, you didn't notice it last night.
Maybe he had makeup covering it for the show, but it's on full display.
The more Jongin grinds on you, the more your pussy throbs for him. Why does he have to do this to you? Why does he have to look good like this?
Jongin gets in your lap and wraps his arms around you. "I want you."
"Of course, you do. But, this is a private dance in the Velvet room, and I'm just a paying customer."
"Fuck me.. it'll be just between us."
"Jongin.. please," you moan slightly out. You hate being tempted like this. You want to resist your ex-husband so badly, but you just can't. Everything inside of you is screaming that you want him, need him, desire him.
Sure, you have the Lee Twins to please you at your beck and call. But, they aren't Jongin. They don't make you feel the way he does.
"Have me again... I need you."
You stand up and place Jongin on the couch. You grab his thong and rip it off his body. You toss the flimsy material over your shoulder.
"What do you want, Jongin? Tell me."
"Fold me up like a pretzel and fuck me," Jongin whines.
You know exactly what he's talking about. You adjust his body against the couch, and he holds his legs back for you as you position yourself to fuck him in one of your favorite positions, Amazon.
His nude body is perfect in your eyes. Seeing your ex-husband offering himself to you like you're some god is iconic in a sense.
You inch down onto his dick until you feel the fullness of his length stretch you a bit. You like that even though you don't have your strap, you are still in control in this position.
You love having a beautiful man submit to you and give themselves to you entirely. There is nothing more satisfying than having him inside of you again.
It is such a sacred act to share with the man that you still share a last name with. You've been telling yourself that you haven't change your last name because of the process. But, you know that it's because you still love Jongin.
As you stare down at him, he looks like a beautiful angel waiting to be devoured by sin herself. You wait for a few moments before you make any adjustments as time stands still.
No words are exchanged between you and him. But, you can feel the energy radiating between the two of you. There's so much love, not to mention lust, that is present.
"I haven't stopped loving you," Jongin takes a breath as you begin to move on his length. You place your hands against his as he's holding back his legs for you.
"I feel the same way," you immediately reply.
Your body rocks slowly as you work yourself on his dick. Soft moans escape from the lips of your angel, Jongin. You feel a bit satisfied with how you are making him feel.
"Am I still yours... daddy?" Jongin asks you.
"Yes.." you moan. At this point, hearing him call you that is sending you over the edge. You don't want this feeling to be over already.
It's a question he asked you last night. Your ego gave him an answer, but the truth is he's always been yours. Even after things ended and you tried to move on to the Lee Twins. He's never left your mind.
You lean down and slip your tongue into his mouth as you fuck him nice and slow.
Your sweet Jongin spreading his legs for you and letting you dominate him this way has you feeling powerful as shit.
The moment's intensity fuels your desire, making you crave more of him. Every touch and moan between you both ignites a fire within, as if time stands still.
It's a connection that transcends physical pleasure, reminding you of your undeniable bond with Jongin.
The room fills with the sounds of your passionate reunion, as the boundaries between past and present blur once more.
Jongin holds his legs up, and your bounce on his dick while you hold the back of the couch.
"Come inside of me, baby. I know you can do it."
"Anything to please you."
Jongin's eyes lock with yours, filled with a mixture of desire and adoration. The moment's intensity heightens as you both surrender to the intoxicating rhythm of your bodies moving as one.
The two of you release together and collapse into each other's arms, breathless and sated. The room is filled with a lingering sense of connection and intimacy, as if time itself has stood still in this moment of pure bliss.
"Fuck, Jongin. I love you so much."
"I love you, more."
***
The next night, the club is open again, and everything runs smoothly. Word has gotten out that Kai is back, and there are more people here early to glimpse the main attraction, Kai.
The soft hum of bass from the club's speakers is barely audible in the distance, providing a muted soundtrack to the intimate setting of your office.
You are in your office counting the money you've received from some of the newer strippers and putting it away when Taemin walks into your office.
"Hi, baby," you greet him warmly.
Under the room's subdued lighting, Taemin's fishnet dress gleams, casting playful reflections. His black leather ankle boots, studded with metal, give his look an edgy finish. His smokey eyes and bold, dark lips enhance his striking features.
You stand up, and you walk over to him. You kiss him on the lips and close the door behind him. You push him against the door, and your hands fall around his waist.
"Hi.." Taemin's voice, usually so confident, came out as a soft whimper, causing you to look up from the glitter bottle.
"What can I do for you?" you ask.
"Umm, can you put glitter on my back and legs? Ten usually helps me, but he's already on the floor."
Taking the bottle from him, you reply, "Sure."
You put the body glitter all over his legs and back. It's something you wouldn't do for the other dancers. But, because you and Taemin have an intimate relationship, you don't mind.
"Goddess?" he whispers.
"Yes."
"Are you still mad at me for smoking the other night?"
"No, I was never mad. I was disappointed, yes. It was supposed to be your night as a solo headliner. You know that's an important spot to fill."
You sit on the edge of your desk.
"But, the thing is, I'm not Kai, and I never will be."
"But, Tae, you are an amazing dancer in your own right. I don't compare you two. Because that's the nature of the business, it's never about my personal feelings. It's about what's going to make the club the most money. He's only here temporarily."
"I understand."
"So, don't trip, okay?"
There's a knock at the door, and both you and Taemin look up.
"I'll see you later," Taemin kisses you on the lips and walks out without acknowledging Jongin.
"Hey, boss. I'm working the velvet room, tonight like you asked," Jongin interrupts you as he walks into your office.
"Perfect."
"I want to take you out for lunch tomorrow. Is that okay?"
You sigh. "Jongin.. what are we doing? We're not married anymore. All of this is very reminiscent of our marriage. Fucking in the velvet room, going on dates. You know I'm seeing the Lee Twins."
"You're in an official relationship with them?"
"Not officially, but they've been staying with me for the last couple of months."
"Oh, well. If they don't belong to you. What's wrong with us hanging out?"
"Jongin, this is a lot. I know I shouldn't have asked you to return after you were adamant about leaving this lifestyle. I want to see you live out your dreams."
"I don't want to live them if I can't do with you."
Your heart drops in your chest as he reveals that revelation. You knew there were still some possible feelings between the two of you.
"Jongin. I want to be part of your life, too. But, I don't know what this means for us."
"Be with me again."
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Tiny waist
Noona, do I look pretty in this?
Warnings: sub!kai, fem!reader, dirty talk, praise kink
Word count: 700
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Today was the last day of Rover promotions. You finally had time to go see Jongin perform live on TV and now you were waiting for him in his changing room. You were about to fall asleep on the sofa when you heard the door open and saw Jongin stepping in. He saw you and instantly smiled with his shiny eyes.
"Noona... I didn't expect you to come see me!"
He closed the door and approached you slowly, still a little out of breath from the performance. You could see a thin layer of sweat covering his face and neck.
"How could I not be here? You are my favourite artist of all time, my dear."
Your words made Jongin blush and smile even more. He sat down next to you and laid his head on your shoulder, searching for your cuddles. You started slowly stroking his hair as Jongin wrapped one arm around your waist. He brought his face closer to yours and spoke softly.
"Did you see me on TV, noona? Was I good?"
"You did great, darling. You know how much I love to see you dance... especially when you wear this kind of clothes." You teased him, touching the hem of his crop top.
"I'm so glad you came today, noona..." Jongin confessed.
Jongin moved to sit comfortably on your lap, putting his hands on your shoulders and bringing his body closer to yours. You could feel how warm his body was through his clothes. You decided to place your hands on his toned legs, not daring to touch his bare skin just yet.
"I really wanted to show you this outfit, noona..." He continued, looking at you straight in the eye. "Do you like it? Do I look pretty in this?"
"Yes, baby. You look so pretty..." you praised him, caressing one of his cheeks with the back of your hand, "You always look so pretty..."
Jongin grabbed both of your hands and placed them on his waist, moaning softly as he slowly brought them up his body, making you caress his tummy and chest under his top. He closed his eyes and moved his hips on top of you, searching for more friction.
"Baby..." you whispered on his ear. "What do you want me to do with your pretty body and this tiny waist of yours? Tell me..."
"I want you to touch me, noona... I'll be good for you... Please, touch me..."
Jongin would always get so docile and soft whenever he was with you. You moved your head closer, licking a drop of sweat that was falling down his neck as your hands travelled down his toned back and gripped on his ass. Jongin moaned and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pressing his chest against yours and making you feel his hard cock trapped in his jeans against your abdomen. He searched for your lips but you avoided his mouth and went to lick his earlobe instead, wanting to make him beg a little more.
"Since I put on this crop top this afternoon I started thinking about you, noona." He kept talking as you left kisses all over his neck. "I wanted to feel your hands on my waist, telling me how pretty I looked for you... I wanted you to rip my clothes off and leave me wearing only this tiny slutty top. You can touch me everywhere, noona... You can fuck me and make me cum all over my tummy if you want... I'll be good, I promise... Please..."
"You were such a well behaved boy this past weeks, baby. I'll give you whatever you need... But you'll have to wait until we're home... We can't do that here."
"Noona... no... Nobody will come in without knocking... Please..." Jongin begged.
"Shhh, baby. Get your stuff and let's get out of here."
"Yes, noona." He nodded with a pout. "I love you..."
You grabbed his cheeks and gave him a kiss, making him smile and hug you sweetly. He got up from your lap and quickly started packing his stuff, not wanting to waste another second.
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Kinktober Day 1
Dumbification/Degradation: Kai
!sub Kai
“Baby boy,” You murmur, “Is everything okay?”
Jongin stares up at you with wide eyes as you hover over him with your hand around his neck. He looks lost and confused, an intentional drop into sub space the cause of this.
“I don’t know,” He mumbles, “You tell me.”
You giggle at him, truly enamoured by his nature and so fucking turned on by it too. The way that he stares at you blankly, not a thought behind his eyes, it’s so beautiful.
“Oh, sweetheart,” You sigh as your fingers press a little harder into his arteries, “You really are so dumb, aren’t you? There’s nothing in that pretty little head of yours at all.”
Jongin’s already flushed cheeks burn even hotter at the condescending words that slip from your lips, his eyes growing hazy and dark with lust as yours do exactly the same.
You watch him intently as you allow contact, gently loosening your grip on his throat as you grind your naked, dripping core along the length of his hardened cock. He whimpers pathetically at the feeling and you bite your tongue to suppress the moan that you want to let out when his cock twitches against your clit. You remain strong, knowing that soon you will have him inside of you but you need to tease him just a little more first.
“You want this, don’t you?” You ask him, tantalisingly grinding your hips down once again.
Jongin nods slowly, his lips slightly parted as he processes your question, his nodding increasing in speed once the words sink in.
“I think so,” He replies, “I make you feel good, don’t I?”
You laugh at his question, finally releasing his throat altogether to then take your hand and ruffle his soft brown hair. He squeezes his eyes shut, pouting his lips as your actions remind him of just how much lower beneath you he is.
“Nini…” You sigh, with another playful roll down of your hips, this time angled to allow the tip of his cock to press against your hole, “I don’t know if you do, sweetheart, are you even capable of it?”
You tilt your head to the side, keeping your expression neutral as Jongin’s own eyes well up with tears. The sight is almost enough to break you, already so close to moving down onto him but you haven’t quite broken him yet.
“I am… I am capable,” He stutters, though his words are drenched in uncertainty and self consciousness, “You’ve told me before that you love my cock.”
You shift back to sit on his thighs, ignoring the whine he emits, ignoring the desperate throb of your cunt, begging you to take him. You trail your fingers down his immaculate chest, stomach, across his hips and down to the part of his body that he has just mentioned. You watch goosebumps raise on his skin as you move downwards and you stifle another laugh as his hips jerk when you wrap your hand around the base of his cock.
“Oh, this?” You ask as you gently begin to stroke him, “I do love it, it fills me up so well… I’m just not sure if you’re very good at using it.”
You are lying through your teeth at this point, Jongin is phenomenal in bed and you both know it, but putting him down and demeaning him is too fun and he falls apart so easily for you.
“I can!” He argues, his voice is pure whine now, “I’m good! I know what I’m doing!”
It is so hard to resist, moving forward to position yourself over him again, hand releasing just so you can feel him against you again. The more you grind down on him, the harder it is for you to say no…
“Maybe I need you to prove it,” You ponder aloud, your abdominal muscles burning as you hold yourself over him, “Do you think you can do that?”
You lower yourself down just enough to take him in just past the tip, though this only serves to tease you as much as it does him. You bite down on your lip to try and contain yourself, but now you are certain that you are mere seconds away from falling.
“I can, baby,” Jongin replies, no longer letting you overpower him, he lifts his hips just slightly to make you take him in further, “Let me show you… I’ll be good for you, I promise.”
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Kinktober Masterlist!
#kpop fanfic#kpop#kpop smut#exo#exo fanfic#exo smut#kinktober#kpop Kinktober#Kai#exo Kai#exo Kai smut#jongin#jongin smut#Kim jongin#Kim jongin smut
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blue tie | kai
avisos: kai hard!dom, dirty talk, bondage leve, degradação (vadia), sexo sem proteção (usem camisinha fml!), creampie, menção a anal e o uso de amor pra dar uma aliviada.
★ isso aqui vai para a minha erigon favorita, giulia, e a todo mundo que é cadelinha desse homem (incluindo eu).
o macacão que antes te vestia, encontra-se caído no chão. a gravata azul marinho de jongin está amarrada no seu pulso, atrás das costas, te deixando completamente rendida para o homem. na cama, estava com a cabeça no travesseiro e a bunda pra cima, esperando ansiosamente por ele.
“você ficou esperando a noite inteira pra eu arrombar essa buceta, não é?” já sem rastros do terno em seu corpo, jongin se aproxima e provoca seu clitóris inchado com a glande.
“sim, por favor…” diz manhosa.
travesso, ele coloca o pau devagarinho na sua entrada, com um sorriso no rosto, apenas para te deixar impaciente. continua, colocando e tirando, ouvindo suas lamúrias e gemidos baixos.
“quer mais rápido ou assim tá gostoso?” ele sussurra em seu ouvido, aproveitando para agarrar os seus seios e apertar o biquinho já sensível por conta das preliminares.
“porra, mais rápido.”
“tsk, que boquinha mais suja essa vadia tem, acho que você não tá merecendo levar meu pau.” desesperada, implora para o moreno, olhando-o com um biquinho nos lábios e os olhos brilhantes de desejo. sem resistir, ele te fode sem mais brincadeiras.
segurando no seu pulso, vai fundo e sem vacilar, deixando sua mente em branco focando apenas no membro do homem que te preenche por completo.
“que buceta mais apertada, amor.” desfere um tapa na bunda. “quero ver depois se seu cuzinho vai tá apertado desse jeito também.”
apenas por ouvir a voz dele junto ao som dos seus corpos se chocando, você chega ao seu ápice, com ele te acompanhando logo em seguida enchendo sua entrada.
“olha pra isso, sua bucetinha tá tão cheia que nem cabe toda a minha porra.” ele coloca novamente o esperma que saiu de você, te causando arrepios. “agora eu vou fuder seu outro buraquinho e quero que no final você ainda tenha porra aí dentro, entendeu?” confirmando apenas com um 'uhum', ele desamarra a gravata do seu braço e coloca na sua boca. "só que dessa vez você vai ficar bem quietinha.”
#kim jongin#kai#exo kai#kai smut#exo kai smut#exo smut#kai x reader#exo x reader#kai scenarios#exo scenarios#pt br#w4yvz
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kinda off topic but kai gives me the vibe of falling apart beautifully upon getting sucked
k but you're absolutely right anon and you should say it. can you just imagine the most gorgeously erotic expressions that cross his features. the way his jaw would drop, the way those plush lips would part to let out moans of pleasure, the way his brows would knit in the middle as they furrow. imagine if he tries to keep his eyes on you the whole time, that half lidded gaze just peering down at you, eyes darkening more and more by the moment the more he looks at you. his entire body would relax as you bob your head up and down, the tension in his muscles receding as he sinks back onto the bed or the chair. the only thing that would tighten is his grip on your hair, incessantly pushing your head down onto him, desperate for more. the more he pushes you down, the whiner his moans get, as he's just completely enraptured and only wants more of whatever you can give him. he'd look just as gorgeous as he cums down your throat, eyes squeezing shut as he grasps out curses and grunts of pleasure, hips bucking up to keep himself wrapped in the wet heat of your mouth.
k but...this is making me think about incubus!kai too and wow that image is intense.
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A Day in the Life of a Maknae (EXO Ver.)
➻ Pairings: Sehun x Kai
➻ Genre: Romance, Smut
➻ Additional: Humor, Fluff, Crackish
➻ Word Count: 8.5k
➻ Warnings: This story was written anywhere from 4 - 10 years ago. I’m highly aware that much of the content in this story is unrealistic and may be triggering to some. Please mind all tags! If you’re unsure, please just skip this story. This story is fiction and does not reflect real-life idols' behaviors, personalities, or beliefs.
~*~6:00 AM~*~
Sehun’s alarm went off, but the maknae didn’t want to get up. He was wrapped up tightly in his blankets, snug as a bug in a rug. But even though he was comfy and his body was telling him to stay in bed and go back to sleep, he knew he had a job to do. He was the maknae after all, and as such, it was his duty to be the annoying little shit in the group. Which meant waking up all his members at an ungodly hour in the morning, only to slink back to his bed and catch maybe another hour of sleep before he really had to get up and start getting ready for the day.
It was such a dirty task, but someone had to do it. And after a while it got repetitive, so he started thinking up ways that would make it better; more fun. And he never went in the same order twice. With eleven different members, he could wake up each member first at one point in the month before he started repeating again.
With a grunt, Sehun threw off his blankets and rolled over, shutting off the alarm on his phone. Sitting up, he took a moment to gather himself, looking around the silent room. Groaning, he reached up and ruffled his already messy hair as he forced his body to start moving. With a yawn, he walked past the second bed, ignoring the soft breathing coming from Kai. He would wake the other up later. Today was Kris’ turn to be woken first.
Opening his door, he stepped out and closed it behind him softly. Kris’ room was only three doors down, a quick walk, which was good because his legs weren’t wanting to cooperate this morning as he stumbled in his hazy state. Walking in, he looked at the two beds, finding one completely empty and the other completely full. Looks like he was getting two for the price of one this morning.
Moving to the bed, Sehun pulled back the covers to the bed slowly, exposing the two sleeping bodies curled together. He hadn’t been very partial to the Lufan couple, but after a while, they grew on him and he decided that they were very cute together. He slipped into the bed with the two, it was a tight squeeze, but he managed to do it. He wiggled his way down the long lanky body of the EXO M leader, eyes locked on one target; the hard, swollen cock standing proudly between Kris’ legs.
Sehun was always impressed by Kris’ size and he often wondered how Luhan was able to take such a long cock, and then he remembered Chanyeol fucked the smallest member of their group, Kyungsoo, on a daily basis and Chanyeol’s cock was thick. So somehow they manage and Sehun was sure one day he would get to feel those cocks inside him too.
Glancing up at the sleeping figure, Sehun leaned to lap at the swollen head when a hand pressed against the side of his face, halting his movements. He glanced over, eyes locking with sleepy brown ones. Damn! And he had been hoping to wake Luhan up after Kris, but it seemed the other was a light sleeper.
“Morning.” Luhan whispered and Sehun smiled.
“Morning hyung.” Sehun whispered. He shifted carefully on the bed and leaned up, pressing a gentle kiss to the elder’s lips. “Want to help me wake up Kris?” he asked gently. Luhan gave a short nod and shifted down with Sehun and smiled as he looked back at the other.
“Do you want his balls first?” Luhan asked softly as he eyed his lover’s lower regions.
“Don’t you like sucking on them though?” Sehun asked and smirked as Luhan nodded. “Have at it hyung.” Luhan grinned and leaned in, lips latching onto the hanging suck, tongue running over it lightly. Kris shifted on the bed, a small groan leaving him, but the other wasn’t waking yet.
Sehun leaned in and lapped at the swollen head, groaning in pleasure at the taste. Kris was musky tasting, then again Sehun wasn’t sure if it was solely Kris’ taste or if it was also mixed with Luhan’s taste as well. Teasing the slit, he wrapped his lips around the head and sucked on it nice and hard.
Kris groaned again and shifted under him. Sehun felt soft hair brushing against his neck. Shifting to the side more, he gave Luhan more room to suck and lick at Kris’ balls. He took more of the hard flesh into his mouth, tongue working over the underside of the hard cock. Fingers tangled in his hair and Sehun turned his eyes up, meeting sleepy yet aroused eyes. Smirking, he pulled off the cock with a small pop and licked his lips.
“Morning hyung.”
“M-Morning.” Kris grunted and bucked his hips down. Luhan’s head popped up then, tongue licking over his plump lips.
“Morning, jagi.” Kris grunted and stared down at the two, smirking.
“This is a nice way to wake up in the morning.” Kris said and shifted up in the bed.
“Mmm, I was hoping to do Luhan afterwards, but he woke up first.” Sehun pouted cutely at his hyungs and Luhan laughed. Leaning over, Luhan kissed his cheek before climbing to his knees and sitting back.
“Alright Sehun, he’s awake, thank you. But I’m going to take it from here.” Luhan said as he crawled into Kris’ lap.
“What? But...I want-”
“Good bye Sehun.” Luhan said and looked back at the maknae. Pouting, Sehun climbed out of the bed and stalked over to the door, leaving the happy couple in a huff. Damn it! So much for a good morning snack. Damn Luhan, always cock blocking him! Oh well, who to wake now? Kyungsoo? Suho? Ah! Tao! Tao would let Sehun give him a proper good morning wake up. Walking down the hall, he pushed open Tao’s door, only to find the other was already up and taking care of his problem perfectly fine...with Suho.
“God damn it, can’t I get a break?! I’m supposed to be waking you guys up.” Sehun huffed, crossing his arms.
The two stopped moving, heads turning to stare at the maknae in the doorway. “Sorry Hunnie, you took too long.” Suho said and chuckled. “Woke him up on my own.”
“Yeah, with your ass on his dick.” Sehun scoffed and Suho shrugged, his hips rocking again. Tao’s head fell back, a strangled moan leaving him.
“Yes Hyung, keep moving.”
“God.” Sehun groaned and turned. “Everyone is getting laid but me! So unfair!” Sehun whined as he left the room, slamming the door behind him. His normal routine of waking the members was ruined. Damn it. It was like everyone was against him sucking cock this morning. He really needed a good cock to suck and tasty cum to drink. At this point in time though he was was giving up. Fuck it all, the morning was ruined!
~*~8:00AM~*~
Sehun sighed as the hot water ran over his head, dowsing him and relaxing his already sore body. It wasn’t even 8:30 and he was already sore. Mainly because he went around, trying to get the members up, but someone was cockblocking him. From Kyungsoo’s angry growls as he protected Chanyeol from the maknae, to Lay’s god awful farts that sent not only Sehun running, but his roommate Xiumin as well.
Sehun should have seen it coming. The moment he didn’t want to wake up this morning should have been his omen that things were going to go horribly; today was not going to be a good day. He had to do something to make this day go better. But he didn’t know what. Maybe corner a member while they were dressing?
Sehun felt arms wrap around his waist, but he ignored them as he continued to think. He would have to get a member alone, otherwise one of the other members would cockblock him again. And he was certainly staying away from Chanyeol this morning. Kyungsoo held grudges for at least half a day. So for the moment, Chanyeol was so off limits that he wouldn’t be able to touch Chanyeol even if he was on Pluto. Just wasn’t happening.
Soft lips pressed to his neck and he sighed, finally lifting his head. “What?” he asked. He wasn’t in the mood for Kai at the moment. He knew it was the other, because only Kai ever came in to take a shower with him. Tao usually stuck with Suho anymore and after this morning, he knew for a fact those two had already showered together.
“What’s wrong SeSe?” Kai asked, tilting his head more to stare at the other. “Why are you so upset?”
“I’m not upset, I’m just….pouting.” Sehun said and sighed. Yup, that’s what he was doing, pouting and planning. Planning and pouting. Though he was pouting more than he was planning because it was hard to plan! The member’s personalities changed so quickly during the day that he wasn’t really sure what to expect. One minute they could be all nice and sweet, and then the next minute they were ready to kick his ass because he had gotten on their nerves.
“Why are you pouting?” Kai asked, chin resting on Sehun’s shoulder.
“Because, first Luhan cock blocked me from sucking off Kris. And then Tao was already fucking Suho.” Sehun complained. “I went to wake Chanyeol and freaking Kyungsoo hyung nearly bit my face off! And Lay hyung gassed me out of his room! The hyungs are being so mean to me today.” he whined.
“Aw, I’m sorry.” Kai said and kissed Sehun's neck again. “You didn’t come to wake me up.” he said.
“Yeah, well after being gassed, I just needed to sleep again.” Sehun muttered and closed his eyes.
“Mmm, well you know, now that I’m in here with you we could-”
“I’m not in the mood right now.” Sehun said and pushed Kai off. “I’ve got to think of a way to get back at those mean hyungs! Not letting me have my fun this morning.” he said and turned to look at Kai. The other stared at him and raised a brow.
“You could have your fun right now if you want,” he said and motioned to himself. Sehun made a face and looked the other over.
“Uh no. You need a shower. You didn’t take one last night after practice like the rest of us.” Sehun said and shook his head. “I don’t suck sweaty cocks.”
“Oh, but you’ll suck cocks that were up other people’s asses?” Kai asked, a bit hurt by Sehun’s comment.
“Well duh.” Sehun said and rolled his eyes. “Silly hyung, it's like a buffet that way. I get more flavors.” he said.
“That is so gross Sehun.” Kai made a face, shaking his head.
“Don’t knock it until you try it.” Sehun said and grabbed his shower gel and started washing himself. He was rinsed off before Kai could even attempt to bring up the subject of ‘fun’ to the other. “Well, have fun washing.” he said and passed the bottle to Kai before getting out and grabbing his towel. He left the shocked tan male, door closing behind him as he made his way back to their room so he could start dressing.
His plan was going to be finding a member cornering them. That’s all he could do right now. Sehun was above begging. He would never in a million years beg to have cock, that was for sure. Pulling on a pair of sweats, he grabbed his black tank and threw it over his shoulder as he stepped out of his room. Nothing like being a little sexy to add to his appeal. He moved into the kitchen and smiled as he spotted Baekhyun at the counter, making himself a bowl of cereal. And he was the only one there….perfect.
With a smirk, he walked over to the elder male and pressed up against him. “What are you doing hyung?” he asked, grinning when Baekhyun stilled for a moment before relaxing.
“Making breakfast, what does it look like?” the shorter male said as he poured the milk into the bowl, coating the sugary substance thoroughly. “Do you want me to make you a bowl?” he asked.
“Mmm, no I’m fine.” Sehun said, mouth lowering over Baekhyun’s neck, licking and sucking on the flesh teasingly. “Mmm, hyung tastes good this morning.” he purred, his hands moving to rest on Baekhyun’s hips.
Grunting, Baekhyun elbowed Sehun in the gut and turned from him, shaking his finger at him. “Not today Sehunnie.” he said and grabbed his bowl, leaving a stunned Sehun in silence. Seriously?! What the fuck? Why were the members doing this to him? Sehun lifted his arms and sniffed. Nope he didn’t smell bad. Hell, he just took a shower. And he hadn’t farted, so why were the members running from him? He just didn’t understand it.
He turned when he heard footsteps and smiled. “Xiumin hyung~!” he called out.
“Forget it Sehun.” Xiumin said as he poured himself a cup of coffee and left the kitchen in less than five minutes. Sehun sighed and kicked the chair near him, which was a big mistake. He growled as he hopped around, holding the toe he stubbed.
“What are you doing?” Kai asked as he walked into the kitchen, watching the maknae hop around.
“I stubbed my toe when I kicked the chair.” Sehun hissed out and leaned back against the counter, rubbing the pain from his toe.
“And why did you kick the chair? What did it do to you?” Kai asked.
“Nothing! I’m just pissed! Baekhyun hyung and Xiumin hyung turned me down!” Sehun pouted. Kai rolled his eyes as he moved to the pantry and pulled out a box of cereal and went to the dish strainer and grabbed a bowl.
“Are you still on that? I’m telling you Sehun, if you want some fun I’m right here.” Kai said. “What do I have to do, line up a runway with flashing lights?” he asked.
“Can’t you see it’s not about you?” Sehun asked and stared at his best friend. “These hyungs are suddenly ignoring me, pushing me away and I have to find out why!” he said and stormed out of the room, never noticing the hurt and sadness that crossed Kai’s face.
~*~Noon~*~
Sehun peeked into the practice room and smirked to himself. Good, there was his prey. Even though Lay had gassed him out of his bedroom earlier that morning, Lay was the best target to get to the bottom of things. The hyung was so laid back and chill that he would do almost anything you told him to and he usually didn’t ask questions. Glancing over his shoulder, he made sure no one was around before slipping into the room.
“Lay hyung.” he greeted, startling the other from his thoughts.
“Hunnie.” Lay greeted and stared at him a bit blankly. “Aren’t you practicing with Kai?” he asked.
“Oh I was.” Sehun said as he walked over and grabbed a chair. Pulling it up, he sat in front of the other and smiled at him sweetly. “But I thought I would come see what my favorite hyung was doing,” he said.
“F-Favorite?” Lay asked. “I’m your favorite?”
“Of course!” Sehun said, though it was a lie. If he honestly had to pick his favorite hyung it would be Xiumin. The other was really the coolest hyung. No matter what was thrown at him, Xiumin always came out on top and let’s face it, he was a good player too. He ‘stole’ Luhan from him while secretly being with Lay. But he wasn’t going to let Lay know that. He needed the other to believe he was the favorite.
“Awesome. So what can your favorite hyung do for you?” he asked.
“Oh, well you know. A little of this and a little of that.” Sehun said. The confused look that Lay gave him didn’t surprise him. He stood and moved closer, taking the guitar from the other’s hands and laying it carefully on the floor. He lowered himself into Lay’s lap, one leg on each side and stared into the other’s eyes. “This morning has just been horrible, hyung.” he said.
“Yeah?” Lay asked, arms wrapping around Sehun’s waist, holding him carefully. “What happened?” he asked.
“Luhan hyung! He cockblocked me from getting some of Kris.” Sehun pouted. “And then Tao was already fucking Suho hyung and Kyungsoo hyung tried to eat me.” he said and sighed softly. He rested his head on Lay’s shoulder gently, breathing gently through his mouth, letting the hot air run across the sensitive neck of the Chinese member.
“S-Sehun.” Lay whispered and cleared his throat, his grip on Sehun’s waist tightening. “That sounds horrible. But uh...what can I do to help?” he asked. Sehun smirked at the question, his hips slowly rocking down, meeting those very flexible ones.
“I think you know hyung.” Sehun whispered, his lips moving in and brushing against the flesh. Lay let out a strangled moan, his head moving to the side slowly. “Come on hyung. I’ve been denied pleasure all morning. I need something.” he said and grinded down harder. Lay bit his lip, his own hips bucking up to meet the maknae’s. Sehun smirked to himself. He had the other right where he wanted him. Now all he had to do was get them naked and his hard work was going to pay off.
“Make my day better, hyung.” Sehun whispered. “Fuck me.” he purred. He was ready for Lay, ready to feel the other’s lips against his, those nimble fingers working his clothes off and touching his body. What he was not ready for was being pushed so rudely off of the other’s lap and landing hard on his back.
“What the fuck Yixing?!” Sehun shouted and glared up at the pale man that stood, backing away.
“Ugh...I uh...have to go!” Lay said and rushed from the room so fast that Sehun could barely comprehend what had happened. Did Lay really just reject him? What the fuck was that about? Honestly, was he wearing some sort of hyung repellant? Why was everyone just pushing him away?
Groaning, Sehun flopped on his back and stared up at the bright lights of the ceiling. Something had to have happened. Why were they suddenly all telling him no. It’s not like they had a problem with it the other day. What was so different? What the hell was going? Closing his eyes, he let out a heavy sigh and let his muscles relax. He was content to just lay there and pout for a few hours. That would make his hyungs feel bad! Shame on them! Such bad hyungs!
Sehun grunted as he sat up suddenly and glared hard at the practice room door. Instead of waiting, he was going to go and confront them! He wanted answers and he was going to get them right then and there! Climbing to his feet, he left the practice room and stormed down the hall, searching the different practice rooms for the others. He was pretty sure they were having individual practice right now, yet the rooms were empty.
Sehun walked to the main practice room and grabbed the handle of the door and as he pulled the door open, he heard his name falling from his hyung’s lips. He held the door slightly ajar, moving his head around until he could see the group of eleven men gathered around the couch.
“It’s alright Lay.” Xiumin said and patted Lay’s shoulder gently.
“It was so hard to push him. You have no idea.” Lay whispered and ran a hand through his hair. “He just came at me. I didn’t think not giving the maknae what he wanted would create such a...a…”
“Horny monster.” Baekhyun said and snorted. “He cornered me in the kitchen this morning.” he said and shook his head.
“He walked in on me and Suho.” Tao added.
“He helped me wake Kris.” Luhan said and sighed, rubbing the side of his face. “And then he didn’t want to leave. He threw a hissy fit.”
“He kicked the kitchen chair because Baekhyun hyung and Xiumin hyung ‘denied’ him.” Kai said from his spot against the wall. The members fell silent and stared at the young male with a strange look, one Sehun hadn’t really seen them give before. He couldn’t explain it, but it gave him this overwhelming sense of guilt for some reason.
“It’ll be alright Kai.” Suho said. “He’s just stubborn is all.”
Stubborn? Well yeah, Sehun was stubborn, he would have agreed with them to that. But what were they talking about? What was going to be alright for Kai? Did he do something? Did he pull a muscle in his waist? Oh that would be bad. Kai’s waist was already injured, not that anyone could tell when he danced.
“Yeah I know.” Kai said and closed his eyes, head resting back on the wall.
“You know we’re doing this for you Kai.” Kris said. “It’s all for you. So no matter how difficult this becomes, we’re not going to give up.” he assured the dancer, but it didn’t seem like Kai really believed in them. He pushed off the wall and shook his head.
“Suho hyung, it’s alright if I go hang with Taemin for a few hours right?” Kai asked.
“Ah...yeah, just be back by four.” Suho said with a nod of his head. Kai nodded and started for the door. Sehun scrambled away quickly and ran into another room, his door closing just as Kai came out. He heard the footsteps moving down the hall, away from him and he sighed softly. What the hell was going on? This was just getting weirder and weirder. But there was one thing that Sehun knew, it was that the members were hiding something from him. They were doing this on purpose, keeping him away. And it had something to do with Kai, but for the life of Sehun he couldn’t figure out what.
Maybe...maybe the answer lied with Kai. Yeah! He should go talk to the other and ask him what the other hyungs are planning. Opening the door, he peeked out and saw the hall clear. He tiptoed out and headed down the hall and to the elevator. Kai was going to meet up with Taemin, maybe he could get the SHINee maknae to help him as well.
~*~2:00 PM~*~
It was like pulling teeth, trying to figure out where Kai and Taemin went. Sehun had just missed the other when he ran out of the SM building and of course there were fans there waiting. He didn’t feel comfortable going out on his own, so he went back in and decided to call his sunbaes and find out where Taemin was going with Kai.
It took almost an hour before Minho finally got back to Sehun, letting the other know that Kai and Taemin went to a park near their dorm, by the Han River. Armed with his information, Sehun snuck out through the back of the building and headed for the park that the members liked to frequent often. By the time he was there, it was nearly 2:30 and he was tired and hungry. But he was on a mission and he was going to find the answer to his questions.
The park was pretty empty, but it was a weekday. Kids were still in school, most of the adults were at work. Only a very small group of people would be out right now, such as idols and university students. So the time was perfect to be out on their own. And if the fans didn’t see them leave and follow then there was going to be a lot of peace and quiet around for the idols to enjoy the outdoors.
But because it was so bare out, it took Sehun a while to find Kai and Taemin. They were near the back of the park, near the river and were under a tree, just chatting. Sehun was making his way over with determination etched on his face. At least until he caught sight of what they were really doing. They were kissing, full on kissing! In public! Okay, so it was deserted back there, still!
Sehun felt a pang in his chest suddenly and the longer he watched, the more that pang twisted inside of him. His chest felt so tight, it hurt; almost like it might explode. But he didn’t understand why he had these feelings. It was confusing him. What was wrong with him? He wasn’t sure, but he knew he couldn’t stand there and watch those two any longer. He turned and ran off, hoping that he hadn’t been seen by anyone.
But he wasn’t that lucky. Because if Sehun had bothered to turn back and look one last time, he would have seen Taemin and Kai standing, their eyes on him, and he would have seen the shame and guilt written all over Kai’s face.
~*~4:00PM~*~
Kai arrived back to the practice studio right on time. The other members were there, but there was no Sehun, and that worried him. “Where’s the maknae?” he asked.
“Oh, he went home half an hour ago. He said he wasn’t feeling good.” Suho said. “How was your time with Taemin?” he asked.
“Did he say why he wasn’t feeling good?” Kai questioned.
“No. Just that he wasn’t feeling well.” Suho said and frowned. “Is something wrong Kai?” Kai sighed and ran a hand through his hair then.
“Sehun...followed us to the park and...he saw me kissing Taemin.”
“What? You were kissing Taemin?! What the hell? I thought you loved Sehun! We’re beating the boy off with a stick for you!” Luhan growled. “What the hell Kai?”
“It’s not like that!” Kai said quickly. “I do love Sehun. I was...I’ve never kissed anyone. Taemin hyung has and I wanted him to...teach me.” he said and looked away. “I think I just fucked things up.”
“Well, now wait a minute. How can you fuck things up when he doesn’t even know you like him like that?” Chanyeol asked and stared at Kai. “Come on, it’ll be fine.” he said and wrapped his arms around Kai’s shoulders, hugging him. “He probably went home to pout. You were getting some, the rest of us are getting some and he’s not. He’s an unhappy maknae is all.” he said softly.
Kai let out a deep sigh as he leaned against the other, arms wrapping around his waist, holding him tighter. “I hope so,” he whispered. An unhappy maknae he could deal with. But a hurt or heartbroken maknae he could not deal with. Even if Sehun deserved it for always pushing him to the side and going after the other hyungs, Kai never wanted to hurt the other. He loved him too much.
“Come on, let’s go home, clean up and order food. We’ll sit down and talk to Sehun and just tell him what we’ve been doing and why.” Suho said. “With all the misunderstandings out of the way, there’s no way he could stay mad at you Kai, trust me alright?” Suho asked. Kai lifted his head and nodded.
“Good, let’s go.” Suho said and ushered the group from the room. They headed downstairs and piled into their separate vans and headed back home. Kai sat between Chanyeol and Baekhyun, the two hyungs rubbing his back and arms, trying to make him feel better. But Kai wouldn’t feel better until he could talk to Sehun, tell him what he saw was just a misunderstanding and confess his feelings for the other.
~*~6:00PM~*~
Sehun was laid out on his bed, face first in his bed. He was so upset and he didn’t know why. It wasn’t like he was with Kai or anything. He shouldn’t feel this sort of sadness. But he did and it was confusing. Why should he care if Kai was kissing Taemin? Those two were best friends after all. So let them be together. But his heart...his heart didn’t want that. His heart wanted Kai. It was confusing.
Was he...was he in love with Kai? But when did that happen? Sehun never had time to fall in love. In between pleasing the members and going to schedules there just wasn’t time. At least he didn’t think so. Maybe there was. Maybe it just happened because he was close with Kai and they spent a lot of time together. That could be the reason.
Sehun grunted as he rolled over and stared up at the ceiling. He was in love with Kai. And that’s the reason why he was so upset. He wanted Kai for himself. He didn’t want Taemin to have him! Realization suddenly hit Sehun and he let out a long groan. Fuck! All day Kai was trying to get him to sleep with him. All day his hyung was offering his body and all day Sehun was pushing him away. What if he drove Kai away? What if he was the reason the two had been kissing.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Sehun closed his eyes and let out a small sob. This was it. His chance of happiness was gone. He pushed Kai away and the hyungs were pushing him away. He was alone and it was all his fault. Tears slowly slipped from his closed eyes and rolled down his cheeks as he silently cried himself to sleep.
~*~8:00PM~*~
Sehun groaned as he felt someone shift besides him, waking him from his sleep. He had been in a dreamless sleep, his body just floating in darkness. But now that he was somewhat conscious, the pain of his realization was slowly hitting him once more. And he wanted nothing more but to curl up and go back into the darkness, to forget about all his pain. Because at least there, he wasn’t going to be hurt.
“Sehun-ah.” The voice was so soft, so soothing. It was gentle and coaxing, reminding Sehun of his mother’s voice, only his mother’s voice wasn’t that deep and manly sounding. “Come on Sehun, let’s get up.” he said.
“No.” Sehun whined and pulled the blanket up and over his body. When had he pulled the blankets up? He didn’t remember waking up to pull them up. “Sleepy,” he whispered.
“Sehun, you missed dinner. Come on, get up and eat something and you can go back to sleep alright?” Sehun felt hands touching him and rolling him over. Sighing softly, Sehun opened his eyes and stared up at his leader. “Sehun, are you alright?” Suho asked softly.
“I’m fine. Just tired.” Sehun whispered. He stared at him for a few moments before slowly sitting up. “Alright, I’m up.” he said softly.
Suho smiled and stood and helped Sehun out of his bed. “Come on, we saved you some dinner.” he said and led the maknae out of his room, down the hall and into the living room where the other members were gathered spending ‘family’ time as Suho loved to call. Sehun sat down in an empty chair, and watched as Suho disappeared into the kitchen. From the small noises the other was creating, Sehun knew his food was being warmed up and he smiled at that. Suho was always so nice and kind, taking good care of them all. He was the best leader they had.
Taking a moment, Sehun looked around the living room. Most of the members were watching the TV, laughing at whatever stupid show that was on. A few of them were talking silently amongst themselves, or on their phones. When his eyes landed on Kai, all the pain of his previous thoughts came rushing back and he looked away quickly. He curled himself up in the chair, trying to make himself as small as possible. He ruined everything between him and Kai and now he was going to be reminded of that for the rest of his life, or at least for the rest of the time he was in EXO.
“Here.” Sehun jumped at the voice and looked up.
“Thanks.” Sehun took the offered plate and sighed. Picking up his chopsticks, he started eating, a smile spreading over his face. It wasn’t take out, it was home cooked and he loved their home cooked meals the most. Absorbed in eating and savoring every bite he took, he didn’t realize that the TV was turned off or that the members were watching him closely.
“Sehun.” Sehun looked up, eyes moving to Chanyeol.
“What?” Sehun asked, mouth full.
“We need to talk.” Chanyeol said.
“Okay.”
“All of us.” Chanyeol said and motioned to all the males in the room for clarification. Sehun looked around before lowering his plate and swallowing his food.
“Okay.” he said slowly. “Did I do something?” he asked.
“No, it’s just….” Chanyeol trailed off.
“We want to talk to you about what’s been going on today.” Suho said and looked down at Sehun. Sehun frowned and shook his head, sighing.
“What’s there to talk about?” he asked and started eating once more.
“Sehun, you need to understand we’re not-”
“Understand what?!” Sehun snapped and looked up at Suho, glaring. “That you don’t like me? That I’m not needed?! I got that message loud and clear today. So just save it.”
“Sehun, that's not true. We do like you and we do need you.” Luhan said.
“Bull shit.” Sehun growled and stood, plate falling to the floor.
“Sehun!” Suho wrapped his arms around Sehun before the other could escape back to his room. “Stop it please!” he pleaded. “We’re not lying to you. Please, you just need to listen for a moment.” he said. Sehun stilled in the other’s arms, eyes closing slowly.
“Sehun we love you, you’re our maknae and a precious member of our group. We never want to hurt you.”
“Yeah? I still don’t believe you.” Sehun whispered. He felt so tired now, so weak. He knew another breakdown was on its way, and he didn’t want to have it in front of his members. He wished Suho would just hurry up with his little speech so he could retreat back to his room and cry in peace.
“Sehun, we're doing this for you!” Suho said and pulled back and stared at him. “So you can be happy!”
“Happy?! How is this making me happy! Everyone was pushing me away!” Sehun shouted.
“We’re doing it because someone loves you! Do you think it’s fair that he has to watch as you crawl into our beds every day, while he sits there and waits for you to notice him and his feelings?!”
“Who?! Who sits and waits?! I please everyone! And if I’m not doing a good job why doesn’t he have the balls to tell me himself?!” Sehun growled. He was angry now; tears were slowly pricking at the corners of his eyes.
“Me.” Sehun turned and stared at Kai as the other stood.
“Kai?” Sehun asked before frowning. “What are you doing? Do you think this is funny? You love me?”
“Yes.” Kai said softly.
“I would expect this from someone like Chen,”
“Hey!”
“But not you Kai.” Sehun whispered. “Why would you want to hurt me like this? Tell me you love me when I know you don’t.”
“Sehun-”
“I saw you with Taemin!” Sehun interrupted. “What are you trying to do, cheat on him with me? I’m not going to be the ‘other woman’.” he growled.
“Well I mean you kind of are.” Baekhyun said softly.
“Shut up!” Sehun snapped at the other and even though the informal language angered Baekhyun, he kept quiet.
“Sehun you got it all wrong.” Kai said.
“How could I get it wrong when I saw you with my own eyes kissing Taemin?!” Sehun asked. He glared hard at his friend, watching the way his face contorted. He wasn’t sure what emotions ran through Kai, they went by so quickly that he didn’t have time to even count how many he went through before the other was stalking towards. Sehun was a little scared of what the other might do to him, but he stood his ground. His pain, his anger overshadowed his fear of the other.
“I kissed Taemin so I could do this.” Kai said as he grabbed Sehun’s face and pulled him into a searing kiss. Sehun’s eyes widened, staring at Kai’s face. The other was staring right back into his eyes and Sehun got so lost in them. There were so many feelings running through those dark orbs, most of them mirrors of his own feelings. Pulling back, they stared at each other, silent except for their heavy breathing.
“Kai.” Sehun whispered.
“I love you Hunnie.” Kai looked him over before sighing. “Honestly, I thought maybe you would have figured it out by now, especially with all the offers I gave you today. But you kept pushing me away.”
“I-I’m sorry.” Sehun apologized. He was stupid, so stupid. And he realized just how stupid he was. He looked down, afraid now. What was going to happen? Was Kai just going to leave him then? Pretend the kiss didn’t happen? Was it a parting kiss? Sehun didn’t want to think that.
Fingers slid under his chin and lifted his head up. He met Kai’s eyes once more and blushed as Kai leaned in and kissed him once more. It was a gentle kiss this time but it still had Sehun going weak in the knees. Reaching up, he gripped the front of Kai’s shirt, holding him tightly as he leaned into the kiss. Kai wrapped his arms around Sehun’s waist, pulling him closer against him as he deepened the kiss, tongue licking gently at Sehun’s lips. Sehun parted his lips and a moan left him as the tongue slipped into his mouth, filling it more than he ever thought. Kai’s tongue filled his mouth more than any cock he’s ever sucked and it amazed Sehun.
A throat was cleared and the two pulled apart, a small flush on their cheeks as they looked back at the other members who were watching. “So, if you’re going to continue, please do so in your room.” Kris said. “Unless you're willing to share him.” He grunted when he was smacked and looked at Luhan. “What? Oh we’re still on that? Come on, you know the maknae has great cock sucking skills.” Kris said and grunted as he was smacked again. “What?!” he whined.
Sehun laughed as Kris was smacked repeatedly by Luhan. It was finally clicking in his head, why the members had pushed him away, taking care of things on their own. It was so he and Kai could be together. And he was thankful for that. But that still wasn’t going to stop him from playing with the other members. Only now he had someone else to help him, or watch him...both were turn ons in Sehun’s book.
“How about you show me just how good of a cocksucker you are.” Kai whispered, turning his attention back to the other. Sehun thought for a moment and nodded, smirking.
“Let’s go then.” Taking Kai’s hand, he led the other down the hall and to their room, closing the door behind them.
“Right...so who has the earplugs?” Chanyeol asked.
“Why would we need those? I want to hear.” Chen said and grinned, licking his lips.
“Ugh, you would.” Kyungsoo said and rolled his eyes, but was already up and following after Chen, the two sneaking down to listen.
“You know...they don’t have such a bad idea.” Kris said and stood.
“Are we seriously going to do this?” Suho asked.
“Of course!” Tao said happily, following the other bodies.
~*~10:00PM~*~
Sehun pushed Kai down on the bed once they were safely in their bedroom. Their lips met in a hungry kiss as hands grabbed at different pieces of clothing as they tried to rip the articles of clothing off. Skin was pinched in the process and they pulled apart. “That’s not smart.” Sehun said and rubbed his side. Kai chuckled and shifted on the bed, leaning over and kissing the spot gently.
“Sorry.” he said and Sehun shook his head.
“It’s fine.” Sehun looked Kai over and smiled, hands moving to touch the exposed chest. He had seen the other naked many times before, this wasn’t the first time. But it was the first time that this was going to mean something more between them. And that alone made Sehun nervous. Kai gripped his wrist and Sehun stared, watching the way his hand shook as the other lifted it and kissed it.
“You’re shaking.” Kai whispered and stared up at him. “What’s wrong Hunnie?” Sehun blinked and shook his head, giving a small, forced laugh.
“I don’t know. I guess…” he trailed off and looked away. “It’s different now. It’s not just sex.”
“Why isn’t it?” Kai asked, confused by the maknae’s words. It was sex. Or at least, it was going to be sex if they could get to it.
“It’s not. It means more.” Sehun said and looked back at Kai. “You mean more to me now than before and I’m just….nervous,” he said. Kai let out a chuckle and released Sehun’s wrist. His arms wrapped around the male’s waist, pulling Sehun closer, the other’s ass resting firmly on his lap.
“There’s nothing to be worried about. How many times have we already fucked? I know what you’re like, you know what I’m like. It’s fine.” Kai tried to reassure the other, but one look at Sehun’s face, he knew he hadn’t actually succeeded.
“You love me though.” Sehun whispered.
“And you love me, don’t you?” Kai asked. Sehun bit his lip lightly and nodded his head gently. “So then there is nothing to worry about,” he said. He reached up and stroked Sehun’s cheek gently, letting his fingers guide over the smooth, nearly flawless skin. He pulled Sehun down into another kiss; gentle and soft. As their lips molded together, the passion between them intensified. A moan left Sehun as Kai forced his tongue between his soft lips, licking at his tongue playfully. Kai gave a small buck and Sehun groaned deeply. Sehun wrapped his arms around Kai’s neck, holding him close as he flicked his tongue against the dancer’s, teasing it as he rolled his hips over Kai’s. He could feel Kai’s hard cock pressing against his ass and it sent sparks of pleasure coursing through them. Lifting himself up, Sehun opened his pants and wiggled out of them quickly, kicking off his boxers as well.
“God you’re so hard baby.” Kai whispered. He reached out and wrapped his hands around Sehun’s cock and stroked him quickly, pulling heated moans from the maknae as he bucked into his hand.
“Kai...please.” Sehun panted and grunted. Kai gave a squeeze before releasing him.
“Come on babe. I thought you were going to show me your cocksucking skills.” he said and smirked. Sehun glared and shifted off of Kai’s lap.
“Yeah, yeah. Pushy.” he said and chuckled. He reached down and pulled down Kai’s sweatpants, smirking as his cock sprang free quickly. Kai never was one to wear underwear if he didn’t have to. Kai kicked off his pants and settled back on the bed, legs spread and inviting. Licking his lips, Sehun lowered himself and licked over the fat head slowly.
“Fuck.” Kai breathed out and Sehun smirked. He ran his tongue over the head again, dipping teasingly into the slit. The cock twitched under his touch and he chuckled. “Damn it Sehun, suck it.” he groaned.
“Make me.” Sehun said as he looked up at him. Kai growled and tangled his fingers into Sehun’s hair and forced the other’s head down. The head of his cock pushed past Sehun’s more than willing lips and he hissed out at how hot and wet his mouth was. The suction started almost immediately and Kai bucked up.
“Fuck baby. That’s it. Just like that.” he panted. Sehun’s mouth worked over his throbbing length, licking at the underside while sucking quickly. Sehun took more and more of the hard flesh into his mouth, cheeks hollowing out. The suction became so tight that it had Kai crying out, bucking up quickly into the other’s mouth. “Oh shit! Yes! Fuck you’re gonna make me cum!”
Sehun gave one last suck before pulling up and chuckled. “Not yet hyung.” he whispered. Shifting, he crawled up Kai’s body and kissed him deeply, hips rolling quickly, their cocks rubbing together in heated friction. Sehun could feel his cock twitch against Kai’s as the pleasure coursed through him. He was so hard and so horny. He had been denied all day any sort of pleasure from the others and now, he finally had the one person who always made him feel wonderful; the one person who always understood him. “Jongin….please.”
Kai smiled, hands guiding Sehun's hips up and closer. "What do you want, Sehun?" He asked softly. "Tell me so I can give it to you." Sehun's face flushed deeply and smiled, leaning in for a quick kiss.
"Take me." He whispered over his lips. Kai pressed against Sehun’s lips once more, moaning softly as Sehun moved over him, the head of his cock sliding between the maknae’s cheeks. “I need you.” Sehun whispered as he pulled back, staring down at the other.
“I need you too.” Kai answered, hands moving to grip Sehun’s ass, parting his cheeks as he rubbed the tip of his cock against his hole. He could feel it twitching against his head, a small moan leaving him. He wanted to be inside the other so much. Sehun groaned and lowered himself down on Kai’s cock, a deep moan leaving him as the pleasure spiked through him quickly.
“Shit. Kai.” Sehun whispered. He licked his lips and slowly moved over him, bucking harder and faster, clenching tightly around him. Kai hissed out and bucked up, burying himself deep into Sehun.
“So tight. Fuck.” Kai panted. He stared up at Sehun and smirked, pulling the other down into a deep kiss. Sehun let out a small whine and lifted himself up and slowly lowered himself back down. His hips worked quickly, rolling as he drove Kai deep inside him. He loved the way the other’s cock felt inside him, stroking his walls. It was setting his nerves on fire and he wanted more, so much more.
Tan fingers gripped tightly at Sehun’s hips as Kai slammed up harder and fast. Sehun cried out, his head falling back as Kai’s cock pressed in deep. “Yes! Oh fuck harder!” Sehun shouted in pleasure. Shifting over his lap, Sehun braced himself on Kai’s shoulders and lifted himself before dropping back down. A deep groan left the maknae as Kai’s cock pressed deep inside of him, nudging his prostate.
“That’s it. Bounce baby.” Kai panted. He ran his hands over Sehun’s back, just feeling the other as he rode his cock. The way his muscles flexed and moved, it only turned Kai on even more. Sehun leaned forward and captured Kai’s lips in a deep kiss, tongues colliding together as they explored each other’s mouths. Kai shifted his hips, pressing into Sehun’s prostate head on and the male pulled back, crying out loudly.
“Oh right there! Yes Kai! Fuck!” Sehun panted heavily as he bounced quickly on the other’s cock. Between his bouncing and Kai’s thrusting, Sehun felt like he was on cloud nine. The heat inside him was building so quickly and he knew he was reaching his peak fast. It was the first time in a long time he felt he could cum this quickly. But there was just something about having Kai to himself and knowing the other loved him just fueled his pleasure.
“Ah~!” Sehun cried out as Kai wrapped his hand around his throbbing member, stroking it quickly. Sehun groaned and pleaded as he bounced faster. The double stimulation was just too much, and the moment Kai swiped his thumb over the slit of his cock, he jerked and came hard. His walls tightened around Kai, the other crying out in pleasure.
“Shit! Sehun!” Kai gasped and gripped Sehun’s hips tightly, thrusting up hard into the other. Cries fell from Sehun’s lips as Kai thrusted into him more, helping the other ride out his orgasm. He gave one last hard thrust, pushing himself deep into Sehun and he came hard.
Sehun panted and groaned, slouching forward, arms wrapping around Kai’s neck. “Shit that was good,” he muttered. Kai let out a small chuckle as he wrapped his arms around Sehun’s waist. He fell back on the bed and sighed, shifting around trying to get comfortable.
“Damn it, stop.” Sehun pouted as he slipped off of Kai and laid next to him. He rested his head on Kai’s chest, kicking his feet under the blankets to keep them warm as they snuggled. “Better.”
Kai smiled and reached up, stroking his head gently. “I love you Hunnie.” he whispered. Sehun glanced up at the other and smiled.
“I love you too hyung. Next time, just tell me. Don’t involve the other hyungs.” Sehun muttered, sighing contently as Kai pulled the blankets up and over their spent bodies.
“There won’t be a next time. You’re mine now.” Kai said and pressed a gentle kiss to Sehun’s forehead.
“Damn right I am. Which means no more kissing Taemin.” Sehun huffed. Kai laughed and shook his head.
“Then no more having sex with the other members.” Kai countered. Sehun raised a brow at that and shook his head.
“That I can not do. It’s a maknae’s job to fuck all his members.” Sehun said.
“Your job?” Kai asked.
“Yeah, it’s written in the Maknae Rulebook.” Sehun said with a firm nod. Kai let out a deep laugh and shook his head.
“Well fuck me.” he said.
“Sure.” Sehun said with a grin and Kai rolled his eyes. “How about we work together, tag team them?”
“Well.” Kai said and thought for a moment. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have Kris’s cock inside me.” he said. Sehun grinned and hugged him tightly, kissing him deeply.
“Have I told you how much I love you?” Sehun asked.
“No, but now you have.” Kai said and chuckled. “I love you too Sehun.” he said. Sehun smiled and kissed Kai once more before settling back down on his chest.
“Let’s sleep.” Sehun muttered. Fingers ran through Sehun’s hair slowly, lulling him to sleep.
“Okay. Night Hunnie.” Kai whispered, his eyes already drooping.
“Night…..Jongin.” Sehun muttered out, already half asleep. Kai laid there for a few more minutes, listening to Sehun’s soft breathing, before he too drifted off to sleep, both completely unaware of the show they gave to their very much appreciative members.
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don't even think about other things (kim jongin x f!reader)
pairing: kim jongin x f!reader
word count: 821
genre: smut
warnings: mature content, p in v, riding, cursing, dirty talk?, jongin being the best boyfriend in the world
a/n: wrote this some while ago. hope you all like it <3
“i got you”, jongin whispered in your ear, licking his lips before kissing your neck and sucking on your skin. you moaned at his actions.
goddamn right he did. his promise to make you oblivion to all the shit that was going on in your life? he kept it. he told you he would make you feel good, cry and shake inside his arms while fucking you so good you would even forget your own name - and he did, all of it. his arms were holding you close, pushing you down to his lap as your legs straddled him. even though you were on top of him, he still had the upper hand; jongin was still the one dictading all of your moves.
his main goal was to make you forget everything you complained about earlier. your job was overwhelming you? your boss was being an asshole? your family asked way more than what you could do for them? don’t worry, he got you. he said he would, so he did.
jongin bit your shoulder while squeezing your ass in both hands, heavenly breathing when you moaned at his touch. he looked at you, lustful eyes burning your skin as his gaze went all around your face, collarbones, chest and breasts. damn, you were so beautiful.
“i love you”, he said without even thinking, lips making their way down the valley of your breasts, sucking everything they came in touch with.
you whined, both hands holding the back of jongin’s neck and scratching his skin, making him moan against your skin.
he couldn’t wait anymore. one of his hands let go of you, stroking his length as his grip on your waist got stronger, a silent cue for you to align your entrance. and so you did it, slowly pushing your hips down, sinking on him and taking in the sight of jongin moaning, head threw back, veins on his throat popped up.
you closed your eyes, letting go of everything and relaxing your entire body. every single muscle gave in, flat as the sensation of being filled up by jongin became too much to you. he felt you shaking, and instantly wrapped both of his arms around you again, pulling you closer to his chest.
jongin’s movements started so lightly, so careful. he bucked his hips up over and over, thrusting into you with such a teasing pace - and you didn’t need no teasing.
“baby, please…”, you whined. you pressed your body harder against his own, burying your face into his neck. “harder.”
he groaned at your words, hands now caressing your waist before grabbing it, fingers sinking on your skin. jongin started to thrust deeper, harder, faster. every time he got out and into you again you made a new sound, breathing hot against his skin, nails holding his shoulders for dear life.
your mind went blank. there was not a single problem in this world that could distract you from that moment, not a single person could make you not focus on jongin. you made a mental note to thank him later - for being so good at fucking you, so good at taking care of you; for cheerishing you, putting your well being on top of his own. for being the best partner you could ever ask for.
“look at me”, he whispered to you.
the moment you did, jongin sighed at the sight of you. he didn’t waste a single moment, locking his lips to yours and moaning against them. his movements somehow increased, fingers starting to stick to your sweaty skin. he let you take control over the kiss, deciding whether you wanted slow or fast, hard or soft.
you only broke to kiss to loudly moan jongin’s name, throwing your head back as you felt him hit your sweet spot. jongin looked at you, eyes piercing through your soul. he slid one of his hands to between your bodies, fingers quickly finding your clit and starting to make their magic upon you.
“baby…”, you managed to say.
“shhh, i got you”, he repeated. “cum for me.”
his words gave you the cue, as you came hard and loudly, whining his name over and over again, feeling the best sensation in the world washing over you. in any other moment, any other day, you would do your best to make him cum too, to feel him either inside you or all over your stomach; but tonight, you were feeling selfish enough to only care about your own pleasure.
jongin didn’t mind though. he smiled while watching you cum, movements becoming sloppier to match the way your body relaxed against him. when you sighed, laying on top of him and slightly chuckling, his smile got wider.
“you okay?”, jongin asked, after a few moments.
“i love you”, was all you could manage to reply. “i love you so much.”
you heard jongin giggling. he loved you too.
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Keep your eyes on me {Dom!Ceo!Bada lee x Sub!F!Reader}
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Warning:Smut,slight angst,degrading,kink,jealousy,fingering,mommy kink,slapping,cursing,cum play,pet names (love,slut,whore etc.) and just straight up filthy smut.
A/N:Enjoy my hard work! 💗
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You were seated on a chair in the waiting room of the building owned by your girlfriend,the ceo.Earlier you got a message from Bada that told you to get ready and come to her building because she was taking you to meet her friends.
Sure,you were nervous but you also kept on asking her to take you to her friends and she was finally taking you.You were scrolling on your phone when Bada’s assistant came up to you,
“Ma’am,Mrs.Lee wants you in her office.” She said politely. “Yeah of course,I’ll be right there.” You replied as you walked past the lady.
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You finally reached her office and as you opened the door you saw your hard working girlfriend,knees deep in her papers. “Baby?” You said almost above a whisper.
Her head shot up at you as her lips curled up in a smile that made your heart melt.You walked up to her and she said, “You look wonderful,my love.” Her words made you slightly blush and she noticed,which made her giggle.
“You ready to go? I’ve been wait for ages.” You said as you stroked her hair.She put her hands around your waist,stood up and said, “yeah sweetheart,sorry for making you wait so long.Let’s go.” She then pulled you into a kiss,a passionate one. “It’s no worries.” You reassured the taller.
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You guys arrived at the house,a large one.It was where all of Bada’s friends would usually hang out.You got out of the car as you fixed your skirt,Bada put her hand on the small of your back and followed you into the house.Bada knocked on the door and a very pretty women opened the door.
“Hey,how are you?”
You finally recognized the familiar voice,it was Lusher.Both her and Bada would always talk on the phone and you heard her voice a lot.
“I’m good,how are you?” Bada replied as she hugged her. “I’m great.” Lusher also replied as she welcomed you both in. “Oh! And this is my girlfriend that I’ve been telling you about.” Bada said as she put her arms around your shoulders. “Hey,I’m Y/N,it’s very nice to meet you.” You introduced yourself as you stuck out a hand for it to be shook. “Hi,it’s wonderful to finally meet you,you know Bada has been talking about you none stop.” Lusher gladly shook you hand as she joked,which got out a chuckle out of you.
‘She seems nice.’ You thought to yourself.
Bada introduced you to the rest of her friends: Chocol,Monika,Aiki,Halo and Redlic.They were all extremely nice and welcoming except for one person,
Redlic.
She seemed so bitchy and somewhat rude with you,but with the other she was super sweet and caring.
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It had been an hour since you guys arrived and all was well,but Redlic has been giving you weird looks from here to there.
‘What the fuck does she want from me?’
You thought to yourself but you were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt Bada grab your thigh with her veiny and large hand.She was so attractive,the way her veins popped out her neck as she was speaking.
You got bored so you grabbed your phone and started scrolling.You looked up to see Redlic walking towards Bada and sitting close to her on the armrest.
She was very touchy with Bada,she was basically all over her.You looked at Bada’s hand that was still resting on your thigh and you shoved it off.Bada suddenly looked at you but then continued her conversation with Redlic.
You decided to distract yourself by texting one of your friends,you saw that they had sent some funny messages to you and you giggled a bit.
“Okay,I think it’s time we leave.” Bada suddenly spoke up as everyone started whining and begging her to stay for a little longer. “Come on,just stay her for a little more,it’s been a while since we hung out.” Monika said. “I know,but I have work tomorrow and we have a long night ahead of us.” Bada replied as she looked at you with her last words.You both said your goodbyes and headed out of the house.
“Get in the fucking car.” Bada basically commanded you,you were too afraid of saying anything since it would add much more heat,so you just stayed quite.
The car ride was silent when you spoke up, “Why was Redlic all over you?” Your voice was full of anger.You waited for Bada’s answer but she remained silent. “Answer me!” You suddenly shouted,making the older sigh.
“She’s just a friend,you were the one giggling at your phone the entire time.” Bada said calmly. “It was just my friend,nothing more.” You said as you rolled your eyes. “So was she!” Bada snapped at you. “Then why was she basically fucking you with her fingers,huh? She was so touchy with you.” You snapped back at her. “We’re just close friends,Y/N.Get that inside your fucking head.” Her grip on the steering wheel tightened.
The rest was just silence as both of you had nothing to say to each other anymore.You remained silent because you were afraid,but Bada stayed silent because what she had for you in bed would speak so much more louder.
You both arrived and entered your shared house.The first thing she did was pull you towards her and pin you up against the wall.
“Do you really think I’m fucking anyone as good as I’m fucking you? So fucking pathetic.” She said before smashing her lips onto yours.Your lips loved in sync when she bit your lip,you lightly moaned at her action and she took it as an opportunity to shove her tongue in.
Her tongue played with yours when she stop,pulled away and moved her mouth to your neck.She bit on your skin once she found your sweet spot,you whimpered and whined uncontrollably.
Bada was the type that could break you and build you back up from nothing,and that’s exactly what you wanted from her tonight.
She suddenly stopped her action and you whined,making her smirk. “Let’s take this to the bedroom,yeah?” She said as she grabbed your hands and pulled you towards your shared bedroom.
Once you two arrived she stopped in front of your bed and sat down. “On your knees.” Bada demanded as held herself with her hands behind her.You shamelessly and immediately dropped onto your knees,now looking up at her with wide eyes.
She leaned down and caressed your cheek,her thumb brushing over your bottom lip.Your breath got stuck in your throat just because of her touch.
“So needy for me,already?” She chuckled lowly when she saw your cheeks flush at her words. “Please,mommy.” You said almost above a whisper. “Please what? Use your words.” She replied as she leaned back,already knowing what you desire,just wanting to tease you a little.
You remained silent as you didn’t know what to say or do. “Don’t make me say it again,love.Spit it out.” Bada said as she cocked an eyebrow up. “Please let me pleasure you,I want to taste you please.” You said all in one breath,almost like if you’d die if you didn’t get what you wanted.
A smirk grew on Bada’s face,that’s how you knew it would be a long night. “Fuck,you’re so pretty when you’re all desperate and pathetic like that.” Bada said,her words running a shiver down your your spine.
“Undo my pants.” She said so boldly and you almost immediately complied.You undid her pants and slipped them down with her underwear,making them pool around her ankles.
You start licking at her folds as she keeps on groaning,that’s how you know you’re doing good.You thrust your tongue inside of her cunt as she jolts her hips upwards.Bada gets a hold of your hair and pushes you face more towards her heat.
The whole time you kept eyes contact with her which just turned her on even more.She moaned out your name as you felt a wet patch appear on your lace panties.
You got shy even though you were eating the older out and you looked away when she suddenly said, “Keep your eyes on me.” Bada kept on moaning as she felt your tongue play inside of her cunt.It drove her insane at jaw innocent with others,but as soon as she got you into bed you would turn into a horny and submissive slut,her favorite.
“Oh fuck baby,mommy’s gonna cum all in your mouth and you’re gonna take it like a good slut would,isn’t that right?” She said as her grip tightened,you nodded your head and hummed which made her buck her hips upwards.And with what,her pussy shot white strings of liquid all inside your mouth,you swallowed and after that you kept on licking her heated hole to get all the excess cum.
“Come here.” She said as she let go of your head and patted her thigh and you climbed onto her lap,now straddling the older. “I think you did such a good job tonight,maybe you deserve a reward,what do you think?” Just her saying those words made you all shy and nervous,you hid your face in your hands. “Come on,tell me what you want me to do to your pretty body.Yeah,princess?” She continued as her hands ran all over your body.
You couldn’t say anything as you were very shy,but Bada wasn’t going to play that game. “Don’t get all shy on me,just a second ago your mouth was all up on me like a slut.Why the sudden switch up?” She said as she slightly gripped onto your ass.You whined at the force of her grip and she her smirk grew bigger,you finally got the courage to speak up.
“I want them inside of me.” You said as you looked down at her fingers.
“Oh yeah?” Bada said cockily before she grabbed you and threw you onto the bed,now hovering above you.
She left small sucks and kisses all over your neck before removing your underwear, “Lace? You horny slut.” She said before she threw them somewhere inside of the large bedroom, “Please go hard.” You breathlessly said and all she did was stare at you,chuckle and said, “open your mouth.” You obediently did as you were told and she stuck her fingers inside of your mouth.You licked and sucked all around them before she pulled her fingers out of your mouth.
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Her slender fingers thrusted in and out of your cunt at a fast speed,it was inhuman-like.You moaned and whimpered as she whispered dirty things into your ear which turned you on even more.Bada stuck a third digit inside of your throbbing hole and that was when you felt a knot inside of your stomach.
“I-I’m…cum…please.” You managed to say in between moans.
“Not until I say so.” She said as she glared at you.
”Please,m-mommy.I’ll b-be the best g-girl for you.” You were amazed at how you managed to even form a proper sentence.
“Since you’re so nice.” She said with a chuckle following her words. “Cum for me,princess.” She said as she increased the speed of her fingers.
You finally let yourself go,with her riding out your high as it came down.Your back arched and your head was thrown back as the warm liquid was sprayed all over Bada’s hand.
She pulled out her fingers,scooped up some excess cum with her fingers and put them into her mouth. “Mmm you taste so fucking good.” Bada said as she swirled her tongue all around her fingers,tasting every bit of you on her fingers.
She eventually leaned down next to you as she hugged you,now your head onto her chest. “Thank you,mommy.” You said as you felt her plump lips on your forehead,kissing you ever so gently. “You’re welcome,love.” Bada replied as you were drifting off to sleep before she said, “Wake up,I never said I was done.And like I said,
we have a long night ahead of us,princess.”
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A/N: Thank you so much for reading,I know i took a long time to post another imagine,but I was extremely busy.Love you all. 💕🫶🏻
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Sin | Jongin
Idol!Jongin x Reader
Word count: 2.344
Genre: fluff, slight angst, smut.
Author: maari
Warnings: MDNI!! THIS IS A +18 STORY Explict words and filthy studio sex, oral (fem receiving), sex without condom (don't do this at home), heartbroken Sehun 😞.
Note: WELL i'm proud of this one and I won't even going to deny it lol My stories with Kai are usually short so I don't fall in love with him BYE
Request: I have something we’re he’s at the studio with his s/o and they make out and end up having sex and one of the boys walks in on the (who are you pick had a crush on y/n) and gets mad because he told Kai he liked her and they argue but y/n tells x that she’s only interested in Kai
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Y/N was trying to control her smile as her body moved on its own to the beat that sounded through the studio's speakers.
"What do you think?" Jongin asked, after the preview he played for her ended.
She looked at him, smiling proudly.
“It’s different from what you’ve done before, but it’s your vibe.”
Jongin sighed, relieved. He closed the file on the computer and turned completely to face her.
“I wanted to try new things for this album.”
“You did it, I'm sure everyone will love it as much as I love it.” she winked at him, seeing him smirk.
"Thanks for being here." he got up from the chair and sat next to her on the couch, his shoulder lightly touching hers. "Means a lot."
Y/N tried to hide her huge smile while feeling the butterflies in her stomach, that's why, unable to think of what to say, she just put her hair behind her ear, looking away a little shyly.
“Well, it’s not like I can deny you anything.” she confessed, wetting her lips with her own tongue and looking back at him.
Jongin kept his eyes fixed on her, raising an eyebrow.
"Anything?" he asked, interested and she narrowed her eyes without understanding what was going on in his head. “So if I tell you that it wasn’t for nothing that I asked you to come here.”
Jongin then brought his body even closer, cornering Y/N between the couch and his strong chest. All she did was take a deep breath, unable to take her eyes off Jongin's dark iris.
“I would tell you that I already imagined it.” she replied quietly, without any strength.
He looked at her as if she were the only woman in the world and hadn't even truly touched her.
That was enough to make her tremble all over.
Not when the heat of his body covered hers so deliciously.
Y/N saw Jongin smile widely before projecting his torso forward and bringing his face to hers so that their lips met in a slow sensual dance, just like the rhythm of the preview he had played earlier.
One of his hands went to her cheek while Y/N's trembling hands went to his chest, even though it was covered by the sweater he was wearing, she felt his heart beating quickly in her palm.
The kiss that was enough to take all of Y/N's breath away was broken by Jongin as he pressed their foreheads together. When she felt his penetrating gaze on her, she opened her eyes to find complicity there. Something that made her legs feel wobbly, as always did when she was with him.
They hadn’t yet described what type of relationship they had, they were together in secret. Nobody knew they were making out in empty hallways or in each other's houses.
It was a mutual agreement, after all, what no one knew, no one ruined, but that didn't mean that the feeling wouldn't grow because Y/N was sure that with each touch Jongin made, she fell in love even faster and deeper.
She knew that trying to stop this from happening was impossible since Jongin was addictive. It was like that the first day they met and it was still like that every time they kissed.
He began another kiss, this time faster, as their tongues met again and their hands were no longer so shy, they roamed each other's bodies.
Her neck was already marked and wet from his devoted kisses on her skin when he started to lift her blouse, making her body and also her pussy combust.
Y/N imagined it would just be another make out session they would have, her fire seemed to complete Jongin's and they couldn't keep their hands off each other, but it wasn't like that tonight.
Involved by the preview played earlier, the atmosphere in the studio became much more sensual after the kisses, which no longer seemed to be enough.
Mainly because he was between her legs when she started to take off the piece of clothing, which she promptly helped him do, considering that she wouldn't be crazy enough to stop his caresses.
His big, warm hands found her breasts and she sighed loudly, feeling her belly squirm inwardly as her panties were soaked.
Jongin had that power over her, his kisses were enough to make her go out of orbit. And he knew it, so much so that his nimble fingers promptly took off the bra she was wearing and his mouth found her breasts, giving the same attention to the hot flesh that his lips and tongue gave to Y/N's mouth.
For her, controlling the moans was an impossible task that she knew she had no control over, that's why she let the studio be filled with her sounds of pure pleasure as her hips tried to rub against Jongin's.
But he was too far away and his intentions were different at that moment, Y/N felt her whole body shiver when he lightly bit the skin of her navel and his fingers found the button of her pants.
She helped him, a little clumsily, to take off her pants and he knelt on the floor, staring at the white panties she was wearing with pure thirst, his fixed eyes made her pussy tremble, yearning for what was to come.
Her panties suffered the same fate as her clothes and her eyes rolled and closed when his finger found your throbbing clit.
Her hips rolled against his hand of their own accord and he approved, starting to move at a pace so slow that it bordered on torture.
Y/N's mouth was already dry and open, her moans were more constant and when she opened her eyes again she saw Jongin bringing his face closer to her pussy.
She trembled from head to toe before feeling his lips against her hot, wet flesh, he placed a soft kiss before extending his tongue out and closing his eyes to eat her like a starved caveman.
Y/N's hand went to his hair, squeezing the strands between her fingers as she felt his wet tongue mix against her own juice that dripped from her pussy, she moaned his name over and over as it was the only thing that her brain could remember at that moment.
His tongue was precise, he knew exactly what to do and how to make her reach orgasm, he alternated between her clitoris and her hot entrance, and he murmured in approval as he felt her inner muscles contract every time he fucked her with the tongue.
But Y/N closed her legs against his face when Jongin kept his tongue on her clit while his fingers worked quickly at her entrance, going back and forth in such a delicious movement that it didn't take long for her to cum for the first time that night.
She tried to take deep breaths as she spasmed and he drank all the juice she had released.
When their hungry eyes met, Jongin's clothes were quickly removed so that Y/N's slender hands could find his hard cock, she stroked it slowly and managed to elicit a few low moans from him. She wanted to make him as ready and thirsty as she was, and she was prepared to do it with her mouth before he stopped her.
"I need you now." He pleaded and she smiled mischievously.
Jongin sat on the couch and Y/N positioned herself on his lap, he directed his dick to her entrance and the moment their eyes met again, he made her sit hard.
Y/N moaned loudly and closed her eyes, her hands resting on his shoulders as Jongin squeezed her waist with a force that would probably leave marks.
She felt his dick pulsating inside her and without being able to control her desire, she began to move.
Moans, the sound of their skin slapping together, everything was so erotic and so right that it made Y/N feel dizzy.
He moved at the same pace, feeling her hot inside and tight enough for him to bite his own lip.
He helped her keep the rhythm but it didn't seem enough, it had to be faster, so he helped her move up and down on his dick and the sounds began to echo around the studio in perfect synchronization as her nails dug into his skin.
“You take my cock so well.”
"Fuck."
Throwing her head back, she hugged him around the neck and he held her more tighter around the waist, getting up from the sofa so he could lean her against the wall. Y/N hugged his waist with her legs and their position made him enter deeper into her pussy, this time not only moans came out but also screams of pleasure.
Jongin thrust hard and deep, he went fast and Y/N felt her new orgasm form in her womb as her skin shivered and her toes trembled with excitement.
"Look at me. I want to face you while you cum on my cock.“ He placed a hand on her chin and made her look him in the eyes, without having the strength to look away.
He then took his hand off her face and brought it to her clitoris, where he made circular movements, making her scream even more and feel her whole body shake as the orgasm came strong.
“Babe…” she whispered, weak and breathless.
Seeing her so intoxicated as her cum dripped out, Jongin continued his thrusts until his body shook and his own orgasm came with force.
He moaned softly and buried his face in the back of her neck as they tried to catch their lost breath.
“If I had known this was the kind of thing you wanted to do with me in the studio, I would have come sooner.” she said, laughing and caressing the back of Jongin's head.
He laughed and placed a kiss on her skin before helping her get off his lap, Y/N felt her legs weak and leaned on his shoulder.
“I should have brought you sooner.” He responded and led her back to the couch.
Y/N lay down, tired and saw Jongin take her panties and helped her put them on, making her smile slightly at the gesture.
He put on his own underwear and Y/N was wearing her bra when suddenly the door was opened without delicacy.
“So that’s how it’s going to be.”
Y/N widened her eyes and covered her body with her arms when Sehun entered the studio furious and red.
Jongin remained standing, looking at his friend seriously.
“This is how you repay me after I shared a secret with you.” Sehun said, angry as he stood in front of Jongin.
"It wasn’t on purpose." he explained, the tone of his voice not so calm.
Sehun laughed, bitterly.
“Of course not, but it didn’t stop you from fucking Y/N right here.” he pointed towards the studio as she felt her face burn. “Right after I told you I liked her.”
Y/N felt her jaw drop and looked at the youngest without knowing what to think.
Did Sehun like her? Since when?
“And what did you want me to do, huh? Stop seeing her?” Jongin questioned, irritated. “You also know that I’m in love with her.”
She felt the corners of her mouth lift into a surprised smile.
She always imagined that but she never heard Jongin say it out loud, so hearing those words was a very nice surprise, knowing that he reciprocated her feelings.
“But I didn’t sleep with her right after.” Sehun accused, hurt and Y/N felt her heart sink.
“Sehun.” she called him, getting up from the couch.
One of the reasons why she wanted to admit what she felt for Jongin right away was precisely so that everyone would know what was going on between them, without any more secrets.
But she never imagined that Sehun also liked her and that he would be in the studio at the exact moment when she and Jongin couldn't control the need to be together in the most carnal and intimate way possible.
And he looked at her, completely hurt.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you felt that way.” She pressed her lips into a thin line. “If I had known, I would have explained to you earlier that I have been interested in Jongin for a long time.” He nodded silently. “It’s nobody’s fault.”
An unbearable silence fell in the studio, until Sehun sighed.
“You’re right, but that doesn’t change the fact that my friend betrayed me.”
Y/N opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out and Sehun walked away in long strides, leaving both of them with nothing to say behind.
She passed her hand over her face and looked at Jongin, he shook his head as he looked at the door.
“I think I better leave.” she announced quietly and turned to pick up her clothes.
However, he stopped her, holding her arm.
"Come to my home."
She took a deep breath before looking at him.
“Jongin, but Sehun-”
“I won’t walk away from you because of him.” he spoke firmly. "I can't anymore."
She smiled slightly.
"What do you mean?"
He smiled, moving closer to tuck her hair behind her ear and caress her cheek.
“That if being in love with you is a sin, then I will sin again.”
She bit her lower lip.
“No more sex in the studio?”
He laughed, hugging her around the waist and touching their foreheads.
“I can't promise that.” He kissed the tip of her nose, making her close her eyes. “Not after the sounds you made in here.” he kissed her cheek, purposely in the corner of her mouth. “The scenes are engraved in my head and will hardly ever fade out.”
“Then I guess we will sin together.”
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exo getting caught simping for you
a/n: it’s ok to be a simp! some are suggestive (jongdae, baekhyun, sehun) this is a bit long btw!
minseok: “i miss you,” he says into the phone, cradling it to his ear. he can practically hear your smile when you respond with i miss you too. “what are you doing right now?” he asks, pulling the blanket closer to his chin and snuggling deeper in the bed. minseok wishes it was you that he was lying with, and not these hotel pillows.
“talking to you,” you reply cheekily. minseok giggles at this the way only a person in love would. “baby, you should probably get some sleep. you have a show tomorrow.” you say and he sighs, his bottom lip jutting out slightly.
“but i want to talk to you!” he whines, somewhat like a child would. you only scoff and tell him that he can call you in the morning after he’s had some rest. “fine. i love you, honey!” he says, just as the hotel door opens and jongin and baekhyun walk in, jongin making a face at him and baekhyun laughing.
“i love you, honey!” jongin mocks, bursting into a fit of giggles. “is that jongin?” you ask, amusement in your voice.
minseoks cheeks turn red. “yes, goodnight, y/n,” he says, rushing to get off of the phone.
“don’t hang up on me!” you say, letting out a light laugh at his embarrassment.
“y/n,” he groans, burying his face into the pillow. jongin and baekhyun are quietly waiting for him to say something so cheesy and incriminating, so that they can use it against him later.
you giggle and sigh. “alright. goodnight minseokie, i love you. tell jongin i love him too,” you say, blowing him a kiss into the phone before hanging up. minseok would have blown one back, but he is already getting mocked by his younger members and can’t handle the teasing he’s going to get for the next few days.
“minseokie!” baekhyun yells, making smooching sounds at him. jongin giggles and joins in, the two men jumping onto his bed and shouting the nickname and pretending to be you on the phone.
minseok wishes he was dead.
junmyeon: “please don’t leave,” your boyfriend groans, burying his face into your neck, holding you close to him. you rub your hands up and down his back soothingly. “come with?” he asks, pulling back to look up at you with wide eyes.
“no,” you say, punctuating it with a kiss. suho let’s out a groan and a fake cry, and you laugh. “you’re such a baby.” you say, running your hands through his hair.
“yours,” he says quietly, and you smile, squeezing him tightly before patting his back and telling him that he needs to get ready to leave. junmyeon stands up straight and looks down at you, a dejected look i’m his face.
“oh my god, you’re so dramatic!” you say, and he cracks a small smile. you gently whack him on the chest and clutches your hand in his, settling it over his heart. “it’s only a few days.” you say, rubbing his forearm with your free hand.
junmyeon juts out his bottom lip slightly. “i dont know what i’ll do without you,” he says, and a brief snort makes you both perk up and look around for culprit, finding sehun wheeling his suitcase behind him.
“you’re so dramatic,” sehun says to junmyeon, laughing at his leader and older friend. junmyeons face sobers, turning bright red at his youngest member making fun of him and seeing him in such a vulnerable state.
“go away,” junmyeon all but whines and stomps his foot as he says it, making you giggle at him. he rolls his eyes at you and you wave goodbye to sehun who (for once) listens to what junmyeon tells him to do. “this isn’t funny.”
“it kind of is,” you say, grabbing his hands and pulling him closer to you. he continues to pout, even after you cradle his face in your hands and smush his cheeks together. “i love you, junmy.” you say. he only hums in response and you gasp, letting go of him. “say it back, asshole!”
he smiles and pulls you back towards him. “i love you, y/n,” he says, his voice sincere. junmyeon puts his hands on your hips and leans down to your level, brushing his nose with yours. he gets close to your lips and you pull back slightly.
“i’m gonna miss you,” you whisper, looking into his eyes. he gives you a soft smile, and this time you let him kiss you, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close. it’s probably too intimate of a kiss for public, but neither of you show any signs of caring.
“we’re leaving without you!” minseok and jongin shout, breaking up your kiss with your man. junmyeon sighs and goes back to pouting almost immediately, and you gently push him away from you and towards his group members who are starting to board the jet. “hurry up, lover boy!” minseok shouts before disappearing into the jet.
“go,” you say, pulling away from him at last. junmy sighs again, finally starting to head towards the jet, looking over his shoulder at you dramatically like they do in the movies. you giggle at that and wave once he gets up to the door of the plane. “i love you!” you shout, and rather than getting a response from him, the rest of the exos shout. “i love you too!”
baekhyun: you smile at your boyfriend on facetime as he hums absentmindedly. he’s looking away from the camera, and you get a nice view of his side profile. “baek,” you say, resting the side of your head in your palm.
“hmm?” he says and turns to the camera, a soft smile on his face. you smile back at him, hearts probably taking the shape of your eyes.
“i love you,” you say, suddenly feeling very embarrassed. he smiles wide, showing his teeth and making his eyes crinkle.
“i love you too,” he says. you hear a door open on his side, and he turns around to greet whoever it is. “hey, junmyeon. say hi to y/n.” he says, moving the camera to show his leader. junmyeon crosses him arms over his his bare chest, trying to shield himself from you.
“hi, y/n. sorry i’m not dressed, i just showered,” he says apologetically.
“it’s alright,” you reply.
“what do you mean it’s alright?” baekhyun shouts, turning the camera back to his face, sporting an incredulous expression.
you roll your eyes. “you know what i meant,” you say.
“you should only be alright with seeing me naked,” baekhyun says.
“i’m more than okay with that,” you say, and he smiles. he pretends to lift his shirt up, and junmyeon yells at him to stop, not while he’s still digging for his pajamas. you only giggle and add, “you can get naked whenever.”
“can you wait a second!?” junmyeon yells, frantically digging around his bag for his clothing so he can lock himself in the bathroom and get away from you and baekhyun.
jongdae: “you know i miss you,” you say into the phone, a hand on your chest, right over your heart where jongdae lives.
“yeah? how much?” he asks teasingly, a big smile on his face. he leans his shoulder into the wall and crosses one leg behind the other.
“a lot,” you reply, unable to contain your smile. so far, every conversation you’ve had with him since he’s been gone on tour. "she misses you too." you add coolly, biting the inside of your cheek.
jongdae's cheeks tinge pink and he looks down at the floor. "yeah?" he manages, putting a hand on the back of his neck, his face only getting redder at the thought of you. its been too long since hes had you.
"mhm. we miss you a lot."
he only smiles to himself and says "both of you can show me how much when i get back," just as the door to the practice room opens and kyungsoo enters, his eyes narrowed in jongdae's direction. when jongdae blushes bright red at getting caught, kyungsoo raises his eyebrows, a knowing smirk on his face. "baby, i gotta go." he says, clearing his throat and straightening his posture.
on the other line, you frown. "fine. but you are upsetting us." jongdae glances over at kyungsoo who has taken a seat on the floor, preoccupied with his phone.
"i'll make it up to you," he says, turning his back to kyungsoo's direction. "swear i will. just be good." he says lowly, already embarrassed from kyungsoo walking in on the both of you having borderline phone sex.
"don't know if i can do that, dae. we really miss you. she's getting lonely; nothing feels as good as you do," you sigh, resting your head on the couch pillow.
jongdae forces himself to think about anything other than your words in order to stop a tent from forming in his pants. "kyungsoo is here," he mutters, many minutes too late.
you gasp. "oh my god, jongdae! can he hear me?" you panic, irritated that he let it get that far with an audience.
"i dont think so?" your fiancee replies, his voice unsure.
"oh my god, bye, jongdae," you say, and hang up before he can get another word in. jongdae lets out a breath and squeezes his eyes shut, trying to rid his brain of images of you on top and underneath him.
turning around and sliding his phone back into his pocket, jongdae starts walking over to kyungsoo. kyungsoo lifts his eyes from his phone at the sound of jongdaes footsteps and says, "you should really turn your phone volume down," making jongdae stop in his tracks get insanely red in the face, embarrassment flooding his body.
chanyeol: "wait, listen to this real quick," chanyeol says, scrolling through his laptop to find the track he had showed you a few weeks ago. he's changed a few things and added more drums and a flute--he really values your opinion on his music and wants you to hear what hes made.
you wait patiently for him to click play. the opening notes make you smile as you remember the way you told him he should let them play before he stacks them and blends the sounds together. "replay that part," you say when you hear something new.
chanyeol rewinds a few seconds and presses play before asking, "this part?"
you listen and gasp when you hear it again. "yes! pause it!" you shout over the phone. "did you add a violin?" you ask, a smile on your face.
chanyeol smiles at the phone, impressed with the way you've enhanced your musical knowledge and have noticed little things, like the violin strings that are stacked behind drums. "i did," he says, proudly.
you sigh in awe of him. "yeolie you're so... you're so cool," you gush, like a little schoolgirl talking to her crush. everything about chanyeol amazes you and makes you smile, and yes, maybe it’s because you’re in love with him, but you also would like to think that it would be this way even if you weren’t, if you were just friends or some fan.
chanyeol can’t help but blush at your words, the tips of his ears turning red in the way that you love. “aw, he’s blushing!” jongin says, taking the phone away from chanyeol to tell you. you smile, your heart swelling at the image your brain conjures up.
“are his ears turning red?” you ask and chanyeol yells in protest, only making his blush deepen.
“of course,” jongin replies, ducking out of reach when chanyeol swings to hit him. you only giggle and sigh, feeling mildly upset that you are not there to witness one of you favorite things ever.
“give me back my phone!” chanyeol says, reaching around jongin for it, but the younger man is too quick and gets out of the desk chair and crosses the studio in record time.
“you know, he’s made, like, four songs for you. i don’t know why he didn’t show you one of those,” he says, a devilish grin on his face, though he’s telling the truth. at this admission, chanyeol launches himself from his seat. “i’m sorry! please! here, take it back!” he pleads, holding out his phone for chanyeol to take back and shielding his body from the blows that don’t come.
“shut the fuck up,” chanyeol groans at jongin, taking the phone off speaker and it putting it to his ear. “ignore him.” he says to you, running a hand through his hair.
“…so you didn’t write four songs for me?” you question. chanyeol bites the inside of his cheek, not ready to admit that yes, he did write four songs for you, most of which have lyrics that he hasn’t let anybody hear. “yeol.”
“hmm?” he says, settling back into his chair at the engineering table, his face burning. you smile, because you’ve got your answer.
kyungsoo: you run your hands over kyungsoo's newly shaved head, grimacing a bit when you run your hands the opposite direction of the cut and the follicles prick your fingers. "you don't like it?" he asks after seeing your face.
"i love it, actually. just feels weird," you say, dragging your hands down to the sides of his face and smiling down at him. kyungsoo gives you a small smile. he turns his head to the side and kisses the inside of your palm, your heart melting in your chest. "hi." you say shyly, kyungsoo leaning into your touch.
he smiles up at you, his eyes crinkling around the edges. "hi, pretty," he says, and you could just die. you remove your hands from the sides of his face and put them on his shoulders and adjust yourself in his lap so you are fully facing him and your legs are on either side of him, knees resting on the couch. kyungsoo laces his hands together behind your back, loosely holding you against him. “you look really pretty today.”
“just today?”
kyungsoos cheek turn a light shade of pink. “always,” he says, you smile at him and lean down to place a gentle kiss on his lips. the door to the lounge opens, and all 7 of the exos walk in loudly.
“y/n!” they shout when they see you on kyungsoos lap, making kyungsoo and you pull apart resignedly. irritation is etched on your boyfriends face at the interruption, and you gently pinch his cheek before moving to turn around.
“hi, you gu- kyungsoo, let me get up,” you say when he holds you tightly on his lap, making you turn around uncomfortably to greet the other members. at your request, kyungsoo let’s you get up with a sigh, holding onto the back of your skirt so you don’t accidentally flash the men behind you. “you guys did great tonight!” you compliment when you’re finally standing up and facing them.
a conversation breaks out, and you don’t notice when you lean against the couch and drape your arm over kyungsoos shoulder, gently stroking the side of his face. you both hold hands with your free one, and he rubs the inside of your palm with his thumb.
it’s only when you notice chanyeol cut his eyes at you and kyungsoo being so clingy that you smile. “kyungsoo, i’ve never seen you act like this!” he says, his eyes wide.
“like what?” kyungsoo asks absentmindedly, looking up at you with eyes that make your knees weak and your heart beat faster.
“so cheesy, and-“ kyungsoo snaps his head to look at chanyeol, daring him to finish his sentence. chanyeol closes his mouth, a nervous smile on his face just from a look from kyungsoo alone. the other members wait in silence, as do you, with amusement on their face, waiting for chanyeol to continue and claim his fate or to surrender. “never mind.” he says, waving kyungsoo off.
a collective giggle is let out in the room, and kyungsoo looks up at you with wide eyes, unaware of the effect he has on people.
jongin: “here,” jongin says softly, holding out his fork in front of your face. you try to take it out of his hands and he pulls it back, shaking his head. “let me do it.” he says, a shy smile on his face.
you comply and open your mouth, letting him feed you. “is it good?” he asks, watching you with so much love in his eyes it’s slightly overwhelming. you nod and give him a thumbs up, swallowing the food. jongin smiles and gives you a soft kiss on your lips.
this goes for the rest of the night; he’ll present food in front of your face and wait for you to open up to feed you, ask you if it’s good, and then kiss you. it’s sweet, really, and you don’t think anything of it, even after the rest of the exos join you for your meal.
sometimes you feed jongin, but most of the time he steals it off your plate or you put it on his. it becomes second nature for you both. “ooh, let me try that,” you say, pointing to the dessert that kyungsoo places down in front of jongin. your boyfriend cuts off a piece, giving you the first bite.
you accept the food and your eyes widen as you taste it. “kyungsoo, this is really good!” you say after you chew and swallow. he gives you a kind smile and thanks you.
jongin already has another bite of food waiting for you when you turn back to ask him, and you accept it with a smile on your face. he can only smile back, resisting the urge to grab your face and just kiss you until the sun rises, his group members be damned.
the man made sound of a whip cracking makes you and jongin snap your head in the direction, eyes falling on jongdae, minseok, baekhyun, and junmyeon all giggling, or holding back laughs. you smirk and look over at jongin, who wears an annoyed expression. “whatever,” he mumbles. you rub his back and he leans into you, making the situation worse because even kyungsoo joins in on the teasing, pantomiming cracking a whip and making the noise as well.
sehun: you cage your arms around him and put your chin on the center of his chest, looking up at him. sehun looks down at you with a small smile. “you’re cute,” he says, and if his arms weren’t pressed so tightly against his sides he’d boop your nose.
“so are you,” you say to him, loosening your hold around him and instead wrapping your arms around his waist.
“i know,” he says, and you roll your eyes. sehun moves hair out of your face and leans down to place a kiss on your lips. “cmon, let’s finish.” he says, sliding out of your grip. the two of you had choreographed a dance to a song you both liked, and had been using the exo practice room for a few hours now.
you nod and he jogs over to the speaker to play the song again, and then comes back to get into the starting position. you watch yourself in the mirror as you hit all of the moves, your feet feeling like they barely touch the floor. sehun watches you too, getting lost in the way that you move so freely, like you’re weightless and gravity isn’t any concern of yours.
he misses a few steps and you notice, smirking at him through the mirror. “keep up, lover boy,” you say, doing the last few moves as the song comes to a close. you wipe your sweaty forehead with the hem of your shirt, and sehun comes over to you, just as the door to the practice room opens. you turn and wave at jongdae, and he greets you and sehun with a wave, his phone pressed to his ear.
sehun takes this moment to pull you closer to him by your shirt. you let out a light laugh at him, and awkwardly keep your hands off of him because youre both sweaty. “i’m all gross,” you say.
“me too,” and he leans down and kisses you, his hands sticking to your skin through your shirt. you hold onto his arms, cringing at the feeling of sticky skin on sticky skin, and pull away.
“it’s too gross,” you say, making a face. sehun frowns at you, and you have to hold back a smile.
“you think i’m gross?”
“when we’re both sweaty? yes,” you say say, putting your hands on your hips.
“i like you when you’re sweaty,” sehun replies. “i like you when you’re all dirty.” he adds, making you exclaim in protest and draw the attention of jongdae, who just gives you both a disgusted look.
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Rover - Spy!Jongin X Reader X Yandere!Spy!Kai
Twin!AU, Spy!AU & Yandere!AU - Based off of Kai's Mini Album Rover
Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Tragedy, Smut
Pairing: Jongin X Reader X Kai
Words: 25,600
Warnings: Violence: physical and gun related, blood and injuries, unhealthy relationships, allusions to cheating (but not actually in that particular context), major deaths, assault and mentions of sexual trafficking. Smut: Dub-Con (there is explicit consent, but it's immediately negated due to the fact that OC is misled to believe she is consenting to her husband when it is not actually him; unknowing infidelity), oral (fem. rec), praise, body worship, dirty talk, very sensual and intimate. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.
A/n: *Ding ding ding* @ninibears-erigom come get your dinner!! Hehehe, anyways, this is heavily inspired by Kai's third mini album and the subsequent MVs/Films for it. I'm a little hesitant posting it cause of the dub-con aspect, but this is a much darker fic than I usual write and I really like how it turned out. Also, please don't come in my inbox saying OC is stupid for not realizing things, I don't wanna hear it lmaoo anyways, as always feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~
P.S. Please don't let this flop guys. If you enjoyed it, please reblog!!!
“What’s your position from the target?” A deep voice sounds in your ear, but you appear to pay him no mind.
“Twenty metres.” Comes your low reply, taking a sip from the crystalline glass held in your hand.
“Whenever you’re ready: approach.” Another male responds, and you can feel his eyes locked onto your figure from the side of the room.
Carefully, you place the champagne flute in your hand onto a side table, weaving your way through the crowd. People hardly notice you, too wrapped up in their own worlds to see nothing but a fleeting shadow dancing in the corner of their vision.
You smirk.
A moment later, and you feel someone bump into your front, spilling wine all over your satin gown.
“Pardon me,” a rough voice greets your ears as you wear an expression of shock.
“It’s all my fault, I wasn’t watching where I was going,” you smile sheepishly, curling in on yourself as hushed whispers and pointed glances are sent your way.
“Be more careful next time, lass,” he responds with a firm nod of his head before turning away.
A waiter offers you a napkin to begin cleaning yourself off with, of which you accept graciously as you begin to walk away.
Little does anyone notice the smirks that tug subtly on either one of your faces.
A shrill scream reaches your ears as a dull thud echoes around the room. The music from the string quartet stops abruptly, people gathering in a circle around a now convulsing body. Not just any body, but the body of the man you had just ‘accidentally’ bumped into.
Not even a second later, the body stills, laying dead upon the floor.
Turning down one of the side hallways of the banquet hall, you appear to slip into the bathroom to freshen up. Only, you mange to slip out of the side door instead.
The cool night air is crisp against your skin, hands immediately coming up to grasp your arms for warmth. That cloth is still held in your hand, but you’ve long since given up attempting to save your dress. There’s no use, anyways. You’ve done what you’ve came here to do, so now all that’s left is to rendezvous at the meeting point, and call it a night.
“Did you get the rest of the information we needed?” That same deep voice from earlier echoes through your little earpiece, but you know he’s not talking to you for the moment.
“Signed, sealed, and delivered.” The other answers just as you hear the same door you exited out of creak open behind you.
Sparing a glance over your shoulder, you see that same waiter step out of the building. A smirk pulls at his lips as he sees you, loosening the first few buttons on his shirt as he approaches.
“God, I don’t know how these servers wear these things all night,” he grumbles, fingering the tie looser to ease it from his neck.
You grin, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he steps in front of you. “Well, I think you look very handsome.”
“At your service, My Lady,” he grins right back, a teasing glint shining within his eyes as he wraps his arms around your waist.
A small silence settles over the both of you as you begin to lean in to one another. You stare deeply into his soft brown eyes, lips quirking as he squeezes your waist gently in his hold.
“If you two are done flirting with each other, we have a job to finish.” A sharp voice interrupts the moment you had been having with your husband.
“Yeah, yeah,” you roll your eyes, turning to face the second male who now stands at the end of the alleyway. A male who is identical in every way to the one who still stands behind you, save for a small mole on the back of his neck, directly beneath his hairline. “We’re coming."
“Just because you don’t have a wife, Kai, doesn’t mean that I’m not allowed to appreciate mine.” Again, his arms slide around your waist, resting his chin over your one shoulder.
Kai’s jaw tenses, lips pursing as his frown deepens.
“Jongin, don’t boast.” You poke said male’s arm lightly while letting out a soft giggle. “It’s unbecoming of you.”
“It’s never stopped him before,” Kai mumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. Then, without waiting for either one of you to respond, he continues, “Come on, let’s get going.”
Without another word, the three of you are heading down the alleyway and towards a sleek black car.
The all leather interior is cool against your skin as you slide into the backseat, a chill running down your spine.
Kai’s eyes flash in the rearview mirror, a silent puff of air escaping him as your husband doesn’t even seem to notice.
“There’s a blanket under the passenger seat if you’re cold.” He states, somewhat gruffly as the engine purrs to life.
The lights illuminate the path before you, and without waiting another second, Kai speeds out of the alleyway, racing off into the night.
“Stop taking better care of my wife than me.” Jongin grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest somewhat childishly. “Get your own."
“Maybe if you payed better attention to her, I wouldn’t fucking have to.” Kai remarks, weaving in and out through other cars as he heads for the agency you all work for across the city.
“Boys,” you tut, shaking your head in amusement. A moment later, and that blanket is wrapped around your figure. It’s surprisingly warm. “We’ve just got to find your older brother a partner of his own to worry about, and then he won’t have to worry about me.”
Briefly, his eyes glance at you again within the rearview mirror.
Impossible. He’ll always worry about you, since his brother never seems to want to.
“What type of person are you in to, Kai?” You lean forward, resting your arm on the back of Jongin’s seat as you look towards the elder of the two.
“You ask me this every time.” He grumbles, hands tightening on the steering wheel.
“And you never have an answer for me.” You reply with an amused hum, somewhat knowingly. “Do you fancy men, women, both, or any type of person there is?”
Jongin quirks a brow, shaking his head while muttering about your incessant need to find his brother a life partner.
“Why is it you really want to know?” Kai shoots a look towards you out of the corner of his eyes, lips quirking as he pulls off of the highway. “Worried you might make yourself jealous?”
A loud, boisterous laugh falling from your painted lips greets his ears. You even go so far as to pat his shoulder a few times in jest, wiping at your eyes with your free hand as if you had tears gathering at the corners.
“Now, why would knowing you fancy someone make me jealous?” You remove your hand. “You know I’m married, right?”
That damn ring of yours glinting beneath the artificial lights illuminating the street he drives down mocks him, the matching one sitting proudly on Jongin’s own hand. A ring which should have been on his finger instead.
Kai grits his teeth. “How could I ever forget?”
“No, I want to know your type so I can set you up with someone,” you say, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Perhaps Shinobu from logistics, or my friend Sunmin.”
He blinks, staring blankly ahead as he turns into the entrance to the underground parking lot for your agency. “I’m perfectly happy on my own.”
“Your comments about our marriage suggest otherwise,” Jongin grumbles just as Kai pulls into a spot.
Your brow quirks, but you say nothing as you exit the vehicle.
As soon as your foot touches the concrete flooring, the engine is cut, the two males stepping out to join you immediately after. Jongin instantly has his arm around your waist, helping to guide you inside of the building.
The whole time you walk inside and to the elevator, you can feel Kai’s eyes on you. However, little do you realize the way his shoulder still tingles from your touch mere minutes before.
The ride up to the main facility is silent, both males flanking you on either side. The only difference is, Jongin has his hand placed lowly on your back, even with that blanket still resting over your shoulders. It’s faint, but the material smells of jasmine and a certain type of musk you can’t quite put your finger on. All that you do know, is it smells incredible, and you find yourself leaning in to catch that scent more often that not.
A fact of which Kai picks up on.
A subtle smirk pulls at his lips as he sees you wrap that blanket tighter around yourself as the elevator doors slide open with a slight ding. The fact that you lean into it, wanting to smell more of him mixed with you sets his heart racing in his chest.
Now, if only he could have you smelling like that naturally.
“I’m going to go change, and then I’ll meet you boys in the boss’ office.” You say, voice managing to pull both of them out of their thoughts for the moment.
A nod is all you receive from Jongin as you turn to place a gentle kiss onto his cheek. Pulling away, you smile softly at Kai before heading down a separate hallway and towards your own private office at the one end of the facility.
As soon as you disappear from sight, Kai is shooting a pointed look at his younger brother.
“You didn’t even ask if she was okay.” His tone is pointed, disproval heavy in his gaze.
“Oh, don’t give me that crap.” Jongin rolls his eyes, already heading down the opposite hallway and towards their boss’ office. “You didn’t either.”
“At least I noticed she was cold.” Kai huffs, eyes narrowing at the back of his brother’s head as he follows after Jongin.
“If she was cold she would have said something.” Jongin replies nonchalantly as he tucks his hands into his pockets. Taking another step, he rounds on his brother. “Stop meddling in our affairs. What my wife and I do is none of your concern.”
“It is when you don’t fucking treat her properly.” Kai seethes, pushing Jongin harshly against the wall using his forearm. “Did you even notice that bastard didn’t even fucking apologize for spilling his drink all over her? Or were you just too busy eye-fucking his wife.”
“We got the job done, didn’t we?” Jongin spits, shoving his brother off of him.
“You’re fucking lucky we know what we’re dong.” Kai snaps, brushing past his twin with a harsh knock into his shoulder. “Why did you even bother to join this agency if all you ever do is complain about the jobs we get told to do, and the covers you get assigned?”
Of course, Kai knows exactly why Jongin does everything he does. It’s to prove that he always gets what he wants. At least, everything that Kai has ever desired. It’s not like Jongin actually likes the same things as his elder twin, he just wants to prove that he can take whatever it is that Kai wants for himself. Yet, whenever Kai points it out, no one believes him. Instead, they fall for Jongin’s little innocent act. Every. Single. Time.
To say Kai is frustrated would be an understatement. If he needed a new phone, Jongin’s always had to come first. If he wanted to follow a specific career path, Jongin did everything in his power to prove how much smarter, how much better he is at it than him.
The final straw had been you.
Kai had been smitten ever since he first laid his eyes on you in high school. Only, Jongin took notice of the fact of yet another person his twin had desired and made it his mission to get you first. Kai had lost many friends and lovers throughout the years because of this, but he thought you would be different. You had never played into Jongin’s tricks, so Kai couldn’t help but hope that finally, he could claim someone as his own. Someone who he had always desired above everyone else. Someone whom he loves.
That’s when the two of you announced you were getting married. With the same damn set of rings Kai had wanted to use to propose to you someday, too.
Kai had seen red that day, taking the most intensive and erotic bender of his entire life. It took him days to recover, and when he did, he was never the same man.
None of these other women were you. No one else mattered to him but you.
Yet, he couldn’t hurt you. No, never you. He couldn’t ruin your own happiness for his own selfish gains. Not like his brother. So, no matter how badly it pained him to watch you walk down that aisle in a dress he only ever dreamed you’d be wearing for him, he grinned and bared it. All because he loves you. More than anything.
The worst part? You don’t even realize how badly Jongin treats you. At least, in Kai’s opinion.
Jongin doesn’t bring you your favourite flowers on your birthday like he does. Jongin doesn’t remember your favourite take-out order when you’re feeling down. Hell, Jongin can’t even offer you the love that you have always deserved like Kai can.
If only you could see that, too.
Sitting within the boss’ office with his brother is tense, the elder woman leaning against her desk with her arms crossed over her chest. Her stern gaze looks over the both of them sharply, the usb they were required to use to hack the system of the banquet held firmly in her one hand.
“Do one of you want to tell me how this got destroyed?” Her tone is pointed, and they both know she won’t accept a bullshit answer.
A moment of silence before Jongin is letting out a loud sigh. “I told him to be more careful, but this idiot managed to crush it while subduing the waiter he was supposed to be impersonating.”
Kai’s nostril’s flare.
“You were the one that insisted that he take out the waiter instead so he could ‘keep an eye on his wife’. If I remember correctly.” He seethes, nothing but malice in his gaze as he glares at his brother.
“Jongin trusts his wife with his own life, why would he need to babysit one of our top two agents?” Their boss, Quincy, replies bluntly.
“Oh, is that what he told you?” Kai scoffs, sitting back in his seat as he rolls his eyes.
“I’m getting real sick and fucking tired of your attitude, Kai.” Her gaze sharpens, turning the full intensity of her heated glare onto him. “You may be the other half of our top two agents, but every day you push your luck.”
“If it weren’t for Jongin’s fuck up tonight, I wouldn’t have had to hack into the security mainframe manually, and we could have been out of there sooner.” Kai shifts in his seat once more, gripping the arms of his chair tightly beneath his fingers.
“Your purpose in these dual missions is to give each other an alibi should people start getting suspicious.” Quincy looks between the both of them, her lips pursed in a tight line. “We can’t keep your covers hidden if the both of you don’t cooperate. You’re brothers for crying out loud. Act like it.”
“I don’t know what you know about brotherly love, boss,” Jongin chuckles, “but we’ve never had it.”
“Then you better learn some before one of you ends up dead.” She huffs. “I know someone who would be devastated if they were to learn of at least one of your deaths.”
The pointed look she sends Jongin has a white hot fury flooding Kai’s veins at how unbothered his twin looks by this statement. Not only that, but a tightness begins welling inside his chest, heart aching at the truth behind those words.
He swallows thickly.
Just then, a knock sounds on the door. A second later, and you pop your head in, entering the room in a fresh pair of pants and a new shirt.
“Good. You’re here.” Quincy nods, pushing herself off of her desk and walking behind it so that she can take a seat. “Now, the three of you,” she looks between you all, “give me the rundown of your latest assignment.”
Stepping over beside Jongin, you perch yourself on the one arm of his chair as you meet Quincy’s gaze across from you.
“Target: William Darcey, eliminated.” You begin, pulling out a small pin no bigger than the size of a pill capsule. Leaning forward, you place the empty container on the edge of her desk. “The new toxin Jeremy developed works like a charm. Dropped dead within a minute of being administered, and looked like a seizure to boot.”
“Excellent.” She nods her approval. “As always, it’s what I expect from you, and you always deliver.”
“Thank you, Ma’am.” You nod back, keeping your head tilted forward in gratitude for a moment longer.
“I expect none of you were discovered.” Briefly, she looks over all three of you.
“If we were, we are unaware of it.” Jongin answers her, his hand moving to settle on your lower back.
The way you lean into his touch has Kai tensing in his seat beside you.
“My moles haven’t heard anything. Darcey was pronounced dead at the banquet, by natural causes.” Quincy shuffles some papers on her desk. “The information Kai managed to hack gives us our final target. The man pulling the strings behind this entire operation we’re attempting to shut down. Already, our Zero Division has moved to rescue those who have been trafficked by Don Vanderleen. The rescue is underway as we speak.”
“Are operations running as usual?” You inquire, and you notice her eyes flash. You shrink in your spot, noticing the disappearance of Jongin’s comforting touch. Though, you’re not the only one that does. “My apologies, Ma’am. I should have known better.”
“Next time, don’t interrupt until I’m finished.” She places the papers in her hands rather firmly on top of her desk.
You can only avert your gaze to the floor as Kai shifts once more in his seat.
His fingers twitch, longing to comfort you like he knows his brother should be doing right now. Even if it’s as little as his hand on your back, he would offer you his support in any way he can, not take it away.
“As I was saying,” another sharp look is sent your way by Quincy, “in two days’ time, Don Vanderleen will be attending the ballet Swan Lake at the Holly Theatre. We have already reserved the booth seats for you and Jongin to attend with him. You’ll be covering as two private investors interested in his more personal affairs.” She looks at you when she says this, shifting her gaze to the man sitting to your left in the next second. “Kai, you are expected to perform the assassination from the rooftop through the large domed ceiling. We will not tolerate failure. Not when we’ve been working towards this goal for the past two years. It’s time we bring this warlord to justice.”
Immediately, the three of you are nodding your understanding, accepting the files she hands you from across her desk. Your alibis, new cover profiles, as well as all the information on who you’re going to be sitting with, interacting with, and how you will be acting are all included inside.
“Learn this inside and out,” Quincy states, leaning back in her chair and observing the three of you carefully. Then, she turns her sharp gaze towards both you and Jongin. “Tomorrow, you’ll be fitted for your outfits. Don’t be late.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” You reply for the both of you.
“Until then,” she turns away from you to begin riffling through the one drawer of her desk. “Dismissed.”
The three of you do not need to be told twice.
Standing, you all exit the room. Jongin leads, not even bothering to wait for you as Kai holds the door open. You smile slightly in thanks, and from that simply action alone, Kai can feel his heart attempting to beat right out of his chest. At least he knows that if anything were to happen, he will take much better care of you than his brother can.
Catching up with Jongin, you fall into step beside him. Casually, he wraps his arm around your waist, not even bothering to look in your direction as he does so.
Stopping in the main hall, you turn to face Kai once more.
“Thanks for covering for his ass tonight.” You meet Kai’s gaze as you poke Jongin in the side of the ribs. “I swear he’s never outgrown his baby stage.”
“Oh, so, you’ve noticed, too?” Kai quirks a brow, a grin tugging at his features.
“Hey!” Jongin whines, lips tugging downwards in a pout before pulling upwards in a smirk. Leaning in, he whispers in your ear loud enough for his brother to hear, “that’s not what you were saying last night.”
Kai’s jaw twitches, and he has to restrain himself from clocking his brother right in front of you at this very moment. He knows what Jongin is trying to do, and he won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing him snap.
“Jongin,” you hit his side, averting your gaze so sweetly as you do so.
If only Kai could make you react like that. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to see you so bashful because of him. Him, and only him.
“Anyways,” you clear your throat, noticing how the elevator opens before you. Jongin must have called it while you weren’t looking. “We should get going, but did you need-“
“Come on, Darlin’,” Jongin tugs you into the elevator beside him. “I’ve had a long day, and I want to get home.”
You blink in mild shock, attempting to turn back towards Kai to finish offering him a ride home since you all drove in together this morning. Only, before another word can so much as leave you, Jongin is turning you towards himself and pressing his lips against your own as he cups your face.
The last thing Kai sees before the elevator doors close in his face is your surprised face before you’re completely melting into the kiss. The fact that he could just tell his brother had been watching his reaction out of the corner of his eyes sets his blood boiling.
Heading towards the stairs, Kai harshly slams the door open. His fists are clenched by his side as he begins to rush down them, the familiar burning of tears igniting behind his eyes. With how tight his jaw is clenched, he’s surprised his teeth don’t crack from the pressure.
Jongin is ruthless: dangling you in front of Kai like some toy. Viewing you as some grand prize to hold over his older brother every chance he gets. Only, that’s what Jongin doesn’t understand. You are not some toy. You are not an object to be owned and used as he pleases.
That is what angers Kai the most. Jongin doesn’t even view you as a person, but simply another conquest that he can hold over his twin. A trophy to display whenever and however he wants, just to hurt Kai as much as possible.
If only you weren’t so blinded by your own emotions.
Emotions which shine clearly in your eyes as you pull away to stare deeply into Jongin’s own. The silence in the elevator is comforting, and the soft smile you see painting his features as he looks at you sets your heart racing.
You chuckle. “I wish you would stop doing that.”
“Doing what?” He hums innocently, his arms once more wrapped around your waist, and holding you flush against him.
“Kissing me so suddenly,” you poke his chest lightly. “If you want to kiss me, just ask.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” He grins, leaning in to peck your lips one more time.
You roll your eyes playfully as you hear the familiar chime of the elevator doors opening.
Stepping out, Jongin follows close behind, grabbing your hand in his own. He swings your arms gently between the both of you as you walk to the car, pulling the keys out of your pocket and unlocking it quickly. You part only to slide into the seats, hands immediately finding one another over the console once you’re both settled inside.
Jongin turns to you, a tender look in his eyes. “Stay with me until sunrise?”
You smile, heart warming at the secret code you made for each other ever since your wedding night. A code which lets you know that you not only love one another, but will stay with each other until the end of time.
“Only if we get to watch the sunset.”
Pulling out of the parking garage, you take off down the road. The drive home is quick, quaint in the silence that settles around the both of you. Yet, with the comforting way he squeezes your hand, you wouldn’t want it any other way.
***
The next morning, you wake to an empty bed.
Pulling yourself up and tossing off the covers, you’re quick to get ready for the day. Jongin must already be up and waiting for you, opting to have let you sleep in for a little while longer.
Once you reach the kitchen, you’re surprised to see no sight of Jongin waiting for you. Not even a note has been written for you in attempts to explain his whereabouts.
Your brow furrows in slight worry. He couldn’t have left without you already, right? It wouldn’t be extremely odd for him to; not completely out of the ordinary. The last time he did something like this though, was at the very beginning of your relationship. Back when you were still learning everything there was to know about each other.
After having a quick breakfast, you begin to make your way towards the agency. You hope beyond everything that Jongin is already there waiting for you, and not having decided to just up and disappear. You know that he hates fitting days, but you never thought he’d run out on you like this.
Stepping through the door to the clothing department reveals Nancy waiting patiently for you behind her desk. Her sewing machine whirs softly, a piece of fabric being pushed beneath the threaded needle.
“I’ll be with you in a second!” She calls, her glasses close to sliding right off her nose as she concentrates on the hemline she seems to be sewing.
“Take your time, Nance,” you call, already moving over to your usual fitting spot.
A soft sigh escapes you as you sit on the edge of the little pedestal in front of the three way mirror. Blankly, you stare at your reflection, leaning forward to rest your elbow on your knee.
Jongin still hasn’t answered any of your calls or texts, and you’re getting a bit concerned. The last time he skipped out on fitting day for an upcoming mission, you thought Quincy was going to hang him by his toes off of the side of the building. You just hope he has a decent excuse this time.
The sound of the door opening behind you draws your attention just as you finally get a response from him.
“Sorry I’m late,” a deep voice sounds, and you lock eyes with who appears to be your husband in the mirror.
You glance down to read the message.
Had an emergency arise. Cover for me?
“Jongin!” Nancy exclaims, eyes lighting up with mirth as she finally finishes sewing that piece of fabric together. “You’re right on time! Come in, come in!”
He gives her a tight smile, before turning to face you.
“I was worried.” Your brow furrows slightly, a disappointed downturn of your lips as you stand to your feet.
“I know,” he grimaces slightly, playing the part of the remorseful husband well. “I’m sorry, Darling.”
You let out another sigh. “You’re here now.”
Nancy glances between the two of you curiously, a minor quirk to her brow. “Trouble in paradise? I’ve never seen you two act so cold.”
“We’re fine, Nance,” you reply quickly. “Let’s just get this over with, yeah?”
“Alright,” she shoots you a skeptical look. “I’ve already got the outfits ready for you both, so you just sit tight and wait here.”
Scurrying off to the back, Nancy disappears from sight.
You can hear her fumbling around with some clothes, cursing as she drops something. A loud clatter is heard from behind the stacks of fabric, and you see some beads scatter across the floor.
“You okay, Nan?” You call out.
“Yeah!” She assures you, cursing a few more times under her breath as she shifts things around. “I’m just going to be another minute.”
You can hear her muttering to herself about finding where she put the matching vest as more shuffling occurs.
Taking this opportunity, you turn towards the male standing beside you, only to see him already staring at you.
“Thank you,” keeping your voice low, you lean into him subtly. Your arms are crossed over your chest, and you notice that he blinks a few times, as if you’ve just pulled him out of his own thoughts. “For covering for him.”
“Yeah, well,” Kai lets out an exasperated breath, “you know my brother.”
“He doesn’t deserve you.” You tell him honestly. “I don’t know how you put up with his shit all the time.”
“He’s done this before?” His brow quirks, an irritated twitch to his lips.
“Fittings aren’t the only things he likes skipping out on from time to time.” You say, glancing down at the ground with a frown. “‘Emergency’ my ass.”
You swear you see Kai’s nostril’s flare, but before he gets a chance to reply, Nancy is returning with two separate outfits in her hands.
“Sorry I took so long, couldn’t find the one vest for the life of me.” She chuckles, handing each of you your respective outfits. “Change into these. and then I can finish any alterations you may need.”
Grabbing the garments from her hands, both you and Kai enter your respective changing rooms. Not even five minutes later, you both step out, moving to stand on each of the two pedestals in front of the mirrors.
A low whistle escapes you.
“I always knew you’d look good in red.” You comment, eying the finely tailored suit that hugs Kai’s figure delicately.
The bright crimson stretches from the jacket, all the way down to his slacks. Even the vest he wears beneath is the same colour, exposing the slightest bit of his chest as there doesn’t seem to be a shirt buttoned underneath. The fact that his hair sits that golden blond atop his head only adds to the look, his honeyed skin practically glowing despite the harshness of the artificial lights.
Kai absolutely revels in your gaze. His breath hitches slightly as he sees you give him a few glances from head to toe, a shiver caressing his spine as he notices the corner of your lips twitching upwards. He knows you’re probably only picturing what Jongin will look like in such an outfit, but like hell is he letting anyone take this moment from him.
Finally, you are gazing at him just as he always knows he looks at you, and right now is no exception.
There you stand, in a gorgeous golden gown which accentuates every sinful curve of your body. A slit rests on the left side of the dress, following your leg upwards until about mid-thigh, allowing for ample movement in case things go south. Either way, you look absolutely radiant, and Kai curses his brother for being stupid enough to miss this.
He should be here, worshipping the very ground you walk on. Not fucking off on some random trip just cause he’s throwing a tantrum over fitting day.
“You look…” the words get caught in his throat as you meet his gaze, his breath hitching once more. He blinks, clearing his throat, “stunning.”
A soft smile graces your features as you avert your gaze, and if Kai didn’t know any better, he’d say he just made you shy.
His heart warms. Finally, he can say that he was the cause of your bashful reaction. Him, and him alone.
“Are you sure these outfits aren’t too…” you turn towards Nancy, “loud?”
“Yours? No.” She shakes her head. “His? Maybe.”
A chuckle escapes the woman’s mouth as you nod.
“I just remember you saying how you would love to see your husband in a bright red someday, that preferably isn’t blood.” She winks. “Though, I’m just surprised he didn’t fight you on it like he usually does. Equally surprised he didn’t complain this time around.”
You and Kai share a look.
“I simply decided that maybe I should listen to my beautiful wife for once.” Kai answers smoothy. “She’s usually right, after all.”
“Oh?” Nancy quirks her brow at this. “She finally smack some sense into your whiny ass?”
“I did no such thing!” You gasp, as if you’re truly scandalized by her words. Only, the playful wink you offer her immediately after has grins pulling at all of your faces.
“I just finally realized that I should appreciate the woman I love more often.”
There is nothing but sincerely within his gaze as he looks at you when he says this. An intensity you almost long for from another male who looks exactly like him.
A puff of air escapes you, shaking your head lightly. “You always were the hopeless romantic.”
“For you?” He hums, turning back to face the mirror as he straightens out his blazer. “Always.”
Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Nancy feign gagging.
“Bleck! Will you two stop being so lovey-dovey?” Her nose scrunches as she moves over to you to fix the hem of your skirt slightly. “It’s seriously gross.”
“You think this is us being lovey-dovey?” You snort out a laugh, the corner of your lips twitching upwards knowingly. You lift your head to meet Kai’s gaze, a playful roll to your eyes. “Oh, Honey, you’re just so sweet. I cannot bear to call you anything but.”
Kai shares a laugh with you, despite the way his heart races inside of his chest from your words. Sure, you may not mean it, but he’ll cherish this moment for as long as he can. After all, your words mean more to him that you’ll ever know.
“But, My Darling,” the grin that stretches across his features is nothing short of sultry, “you know that nothing can compare to your beauty. It’s enough to rival even the deepest of oceans, and highest of mountains, for it is eternal in the ways you captivate me.”
You both share another laugh, though this time, it doesn’t quite reach your eyes.
“Okay, now you’re just rubbing it in.” Nancy sighs, shooting an almost longing glance towards who she thinks is your husband.
A glance which you immediately pick up on.
You tense.
“I wish someone would speak to me like that. Maybe I should flirt with you brother more often. See if he has as silvered a tongue as you, Jongin.” Nancy darts her gaze over at the male briefly before focussing back in on the task at hand.
Thank fuck Nancy is too busy hemming your skirt to look up to see the way Kai cannot hide the grimace that pulls onto his face at her words.
“You shouldn’t use him like that, Nancy. Kai is a gentleman, and you shouldn’t joke about getting him to do what you want. He doesn’t deserve that, and I don’t think he’s in the market anyways.” You state, rather casually as you smooth out the front of your dress. “Besides, aren’t you married.”
The judgement is clear on your features as you meet her gaze in the mirror. Lightly, you shake your head in disproval.
“A girl can dream.” Nancy sighs, her gaze once more flicking over at the male to your right.
“If you’re that unhappy in your marriage, Nance, you should probably get a divorce.” You say, a hint of concern now shining in your eyes. “To even imply you would cheat-“
“It was just a joke, sweetie,” she huffs, rolling her eyes a bit exasperatedly. “Lighten up.”
You purse your lips, letting out a long sigh through your nose.
“Jokes are meant to be funny.”
Nancy shoots an incredulous look towards the male standing to your right.
“Geez,” she huffs, “didn’t realize you’d be so sensitive about your brother.”
The two of you share a look.
“Anyways, you’re probably right about the red being too loud for the ballet.” Nancy sighs, standing back to her feet. A second later, and she’s disappeared around the stacks of fabric only to reemerge holding a standard black suit and tie. “Change into this instead.”
Seamlessly, she hands the male the new outfit before he disappears back inside the change room.
Once the curtain has slid closed, she leans into you, “Don’t worry. I’ll pack that little red ensemble for you separately.”
You quirk a small smile, somewhat sadly, “Thanks, Nance.”
A minute later, and Kai is stepping out in the muted suit, looking just as fine as he did in the red one.
“Your husband can certainly pull off anything he wants.” Nancy chuckles, a certain spark shining within her eyes that you don’t particularly like.
You simply quirk a tight smile in response as you step in to ‘adjust’ his tie.
“I think you’re negating the true beauty in the room.” He replies effortlessly, gaze locked with your own.
Your breath hitches, freezing right in your spot as you search his features. The sincerity alone that you can see shining within his eyes has your heart fluttering.
You turn away, clearing your throat. “So, should these be ready by tonight, or tomorrow morning?”
“I’ll have them ready for tonight. That way if you need to make any last minute alterations before the mission tomorrow we can do so then.” Nancy tells you, seeing you nod your understanding. “Kai will be in the same outfit as Jongin in case he gets spotted, only with a black button up to blend in better with the night.”
This time, you both nod your understanding. Of course, Nancy fails to see the way the two of you lock gazes.
You let out another sigh.
“Well,” you step back into the change room, “better prepare for tomorrow.”
Sliding the curtain back over the rail, you slip out of the dress and back into your regular clothes. The moment you step back out, you’re handing the golden gown back to Nancy, thanking her lowly again. You notice Kai has also taken the liberty to change, handing the aforementioned female his brother’s outfit once more.
“I’ll be by later to pick them up,” you say, seeing her nod her head as she retreats back to her sewing machine for the moment.
Without another word, the two of you leave the room.
The walk to the elevators is silent, a sort of tension filling the air between the both of you. A tension which finally boils to a head when the elevator doors open to reveal Jongin laughing along with Shinobu inside. Her one hand playfully smacks his shoulder as her other covers her lower face, attempting to stifle her giggles as he grins widely. A faint blush creeps up her cheeks, her eyes shining with clear affection towards your husband.
Kai swears he sees red as he stands there, just as stiff as you as you both witness the scene before your very eyes.
Noticing the sudden tension around them, both Shinobu and Jongin turn their heads to see you and Kai standing there. Your expression remains unreadable, steeling your nerves as you step into the elevator with a curt nod to the other female. Kai, on the other hand, can barely control the shaking of his hands in anger.
The moment Shinobu scurries from the elevator, Kai is closing the distance between himself and his twin. His arm is pressed harshly across Jongin’s chest as he pins his younger brother to the back wall.
The elevator doors slide closed.
“The fuck was that all about?” Kai hisses lowly. “Bailing on your wife to fucking flirt with your coworker? On fitting day, no less? Was that your fucking emergency?”
“Kai-“
Your somewhat exasperated reply gets cut off by Jongin shoving his twin off of him.
“You think I would be the one to cheat?” Jongin’s eyes widen slightly, his tone incredulous. “We just so happened to step into the elevator at the same time. Why are you always so adamant on finding something that isn’t there?”
“Maybe if you stopped acting like a fucking asshole, and treated you wife properly, I wouldn’t have to.” Kai spits, nothing but pure fury reflected in his gaze.
You can tell Jongin is about to reply, but your hands firmly pushing them apart stop him from going any further. You step between them, further separating the fire that continues to rage on between the two brothers.
“Enough.” You look from one male to the other. “We have a mission tomorrow, and the last thing we need is for you two to be at each other’s throats more so than usual.”
A brief silence where the tension crackles in the air like lightning before Kai is heaving a tremendous sigh.
“She’s right.” He takes a reluctant step back. “You should listen to your wife more often, it might just save your life.”
“Are you threatening me?” Jongin’s eyes are wild as he tilts his head at his brother.
“If you feel threatened, then by all means,” Kai gestures loosely towards Jongin.
Jongin’s lip part in retort before your sharp gaze is causing the words to catch in his throat. You turn to Kai.
“Thanks for covering for him today.” You say. “Him and I need to have a talk on the way home. See you tomorrow for the mission.”
Without another word, you’re hitting the button to open the elevator doors, a silent command for Kai to leave you and Jongin alone.
Reluctantly, the male exits the elevator, watching the doors close behind him with a look of pure irritation on his features. Irritation aimed directly at his twin, who only looks annoyed at this specific turn of events.
Clicking his tongue, Kai turns around. There’s not much for him to do for the moment, so he might as well release his anger doing something productive.
Heading to the shooting range, Kai rolls his shoulders. At least this way he can kill two birds with one stone: practice for the assassination tomorrow evening, and pretend he’s making his brother suffer as much as Jongin has made him throughout the years.
Oh, how Kai longs for the day where he can see that complete look of devastation wipe that smug grin from Jongin’s features. He’s fantasized how it would happen more times than he can count. The biggest being a scenario where you end up in his arms while Jongin is forced to reap the consequences of his actions. With how things are going, perhaps such a dream may come true sooner, rather than late.
Kai sighs, pulling out his favourite sniper rifle from the cage. At least once he’s done here he can prepare everything for tomorrow. After all, he never misses.
Meanwhile, back in the elevator, a tense silence settles over both you and Jongin as you ride down to the parking garage. Your arms are crossed over your chest as you refuse to so much as turn in your husband’s direction. The moment that familiar ding chimes and the doors open, you’re walking over to your car, an unreadable expression on your face.
“Come on, Darlin’,” Jongin flicks his bangs out his eyes, a look of annoyance on his features. “You seriously can’t be mad at me right now.”
“And why is that, Jongin?” You round on him, nothing but bitterness shining in your eyes as you stare at him from overtop of the car. “You left before sunrise, on a day where you knew we had somewhere to be. I understand you dislike fitting days, but do you realize what would have happened if you had been caught skipping again? Our line of work is already dangerous without having our own agency breathing down our necks and watching our every move. Do you want to be put on lockdown again?”
“We won’t be put on lockdown, again.” He sighs, exasperatedly while sliding into the passenger seat of the car. “Besides, Kai handled it just fine.”
Your nostrils flare as you move to sit in the drivers seat, slamming the door closed and pointedly starting the engine. “I’m lucky your brother even showed up.”
“Next time, you should just text him. He always seems to be at your beck and call, anyways.” He grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Oh, no.” You shoot him a glare out of the corner of your eyes as you pull out of the parking garage. “You don’t get to pull the jealous card here.”
“Me? Jealous of my brother?” Jongin nearly scoffs. “As if he would ever have a chance with you.”
“I don’t know, he looked remarkable in red.” You comment lowly, noticing how he stiffens almost immediately from your words. “Quite slick with his tongue, too.”
“How dare you-“
“You honest to god think I would ever cheat on you, Jongin?” Your grip tightens on the steering wheel as you merge onto the highway. “After everything I’ve told you that happened with my parents? On how I feel about the matter? You think I would be capable of inflicting that type of pain on a person I love?”
“Well, when you say things like that…”
“How do you think it makes me feel to see you arrive late to work with Shinobu of all people after you run out on me claiming there’s some ‘emergency’ you have to take care of?” You counter, noticing how he averts his gaze in shame in the next second. “Do you have any idea how that looks, not just to me, but to anyone aware of the situation? I know for a fact you claimed ‘emergency’ just because you don’t want to deal with Nancy’s subtle flirtations with you. I don’t blame you for being uncomfortable around her, but the least you could do is tell me where you are. I’m your goddamn wife for fuck’s sake! You think I don’t notice when my own husband is both being hit on, and is uncomfortable by it?”
“Then, why don’t you say anything to her?” He grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I do!” You exclaim, voice rising in pitch slightly. “I have, and when I did, you were the one who got mad at me for bringing it up!”
Of course, he didn’t get mad at you in front of her. Only once you were behind closed doors did he say to lay off of Nancy. Turns out your husband rather enjoys the attention, more so than the discomfort it causes him. Which is why you found Kai’s reassurance today, even if it was something as simple as backing you up while pretending to be your husband, so refreshing.
Before he can respond, you’re letting out a sigh through your nose. “Either way, it looks like you don’t have to worry about her flirting with you anymore. It seems as if she’s moving on to target your brother.”
“You say that as if it bothers you.” He mumbles lowly, refusing to meet your gaze as you pull off of the highway.
“Does it not bother you?” You cannot hide how appalled you sound. “He’s your brother, for god’s sake, Jongin! Kai deserves better than that, and you know it!”
“Then, why didn’t you marry him?” He snaps, slapping his hands onto his thighs in exasperation.
You go quiet, the silence deafening inside of the car.
You swallow thickly, keeping your voice low, “Because he’s not the one I fell in love with.”
You can feel him staring at you through the stillness that settles around the both of you.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that.” His voice is low, averting his gaze back down to his lap.
“Well, I do.” You reply quite sharply. “I know you’ve always been insecure about your brother, Jongin. It’s just not fair that you take it out on me.”
He remains quiet for the rest of the drive, still staring down at his hands.
You’re right. He knows you’re right. He’s just too proud to admit it.
Kai has always been the better twin. Smarter, funnier, more popular. Jongin cannot help but get jealous, even if he hates to admit that he does. Everything Jongin does, he does for approval, but all it seems to do is irritate Kai. He thought that following in his brother’s footsteps would make the elder like him more, but no matter what he does, he can never seem to win.
And now he’s pulled you into that mess.
The moment the car stills in the driveway, Jongin is stepping out wordlessly. He can hear the low sigh you let out behind him as he moves to unlock the front door. Only, it seems as if he’s misplaced his keys again.
You heave another sigh, louder this time as you pull out your own keys to unlock the front door. Once inside, the two of you each head your separate ways.
The rest of the afternoon and evening is spent like this, a tense sort of silence between the both of you. Sure, you’ve had fights before, but never anything like this. You know Kai has always been a touchy subject for Jongin, but he’s never gone so far as to avoid you when you bring him up. Perhaps you should talk to him after you get back from picking up your outfits for tomorrow.
Only, when you step back through the door, Jongin has up and disappeared on you again. At least this time he left a note.
Needed to sort out my head. Be back in time for mission.
Letting out a sigh, you retreat to your bedroom. You might as well get as much sleep as you can before tomorrow. You have a feeling you’re going to need it.
***
Jongin doesn’t return home until an hour before you’re supposed to leave for the ballet. He walks in to see you pacing near the front, already dressed and ready for the evening assassination.
You can see the words forming on his lips, but you raise a hand into the air to stop him. “Save it. You need to get ready.”
A solemn nod is all you receive in response as Jongin retreats to the bedroom. Not even forty minutes later, he reappears, fully dressed and ready to go.
The button up he wears beneath his open blazer is slightly larger than it should be, the white material spilling out further than it should where it’s tucked into his pants. He struggles to fix it, and you can only click your tongue in response. Nancy adjusted his outfit based on Kai’s measurements yesterday, and Jongin’s brother just so happens to be the slightest bit buffer than he is.
The clothes still fit, just not as well as they should.
Looking upwards, you finally meet his gaze.
“I won’t ask you where you’ve been.” Your first real words to him since he’s gotten back. “Whatever you needed to sort out was your business. Just-“ you let out a somewhat sad sigh, “if this isn’t working out for you anymore, Jongin, all I ask is that you don’t string me along.”
Immediately, he’s shaking his head, closing the distance between the both of you in order to take your hands gently into his.
“I-“
The front door opens, and in steps Kai.
You drop Jongin’s hands. “We’ll talk about this later.”
Kai’s brow quirks, gaze darting between the both of you, “Am I interrupting something?”
Jongin is quick to recover, the corner of his lips quirking upwards as he huffs out a laugh, “Nothing of importance.”
He fails to see the way your entire demeanour falls, but Kai doesn’t. However, before the elder male can so much as ask if you’re okay, you’re walking past him.
“Let’s get this over with.” You mumble, grabbing your clutch from the front table and heading out the door.
Kai spares a brief glance over to his brother, of whom simply shrugs in response.
Letting out a deep sigh, Kai is quick to follow right behind you, shaking his head the whole while. Looks like his brother royally screwed up again, and of course, Kai will have to do damage control to clean up his mess.
As Jongin locks up, Kai takes this time to subtly lean into you.
“You look gorgeous, by the way.” He keeps his tone low, the corners of his lips twitching upwards as his eyes roam your figure.
You smile lightly. “Thank you.”
“Come on,” Jongin’s pointed huff draws both of your attention. “Let’s go.”
Silently, Kai watches as you both slide into the backseat of his car. He’s supposed to act as your chauffeur this evening, and drop you off at the venue before finding a place to safely park the car and assume his position. He just hopes you can all last the night.
About halfway through the drive, you get a call from Quincy.
“Have you heard the news?” Her gruff voice sounds through the speakers of your phone, allowing the two males to hear the conversation at her instruction.
“What news?” Kai’s brow furrows.
“Both Shinobu and Nancy were found dead in their homes this morning.” She says, and you cannot prevent the way your breath hitches in your throat. “We suspect it was Don Vanderleen’s men sending a warning to us before the events of tonight. You three be extra careful, and make sure you don’t fuck this up. The last thing we need is more of our good agents being taken down.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Your reply is somewhat breathless as she soon ends the call.
A heavy silence permeates the air between the three of you as you get closer to the theatre. The news is both sudden and shocking, causing your blood to run cold. You might not actually be prepared for what you’ve just gotten yourself into.
“Are you okay?” Jongin stares intently at you, reaching over to place a gentle hand over your own in your lap.
“Yeah.” You blink, seemingly focussing back in on the reality around you. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
You fail to see the worried glance Kai sends you through the rearview mirror. Though, there’s something else hidden there, too. Something far more sinister than either of you two realize as his gaze shifts to the male offering you comforts from beside you.
“We’re almost there,” Kai states, somewhat roughly.
He clears his throat.
“The sooner we get this done, the better.” You sigh, eyes falling shut as you run a hand lightly over the side of your face. “Remember, if anything goes wrong, we rendezvous at the hotel across the street.”
“Right.” Both males respond at the same time, firmly nodding their heads once each.
Pulling up just outside of the theatre, you exhale a breath through your nose. Steeling your features into a look of determination, you motion for Jongin to exit the car.
“Let’s do this.”
The moment the car door opens, you can tell that Jongin has slipped into his persona for the evening. As he reaches back to help you exit the vehicle, you immediately do the same.
No longer are you both mister and missus Kim, but the Rover’s. Two souls madly in love with one another to the point of it becoming obnoxious to the people around you. People cannot help but to notice how you cling onto one another, giving you each the perfect alibi for when the time comes. You are to be inseparable. At least, to those around you.
Jongin is quick to wrap his arm around your waist as soon as you move to stand beside him. His touch is nothing but gentle, thumb smoothing over the material of your dress as he guides you inside. Each step is meticulous, your eyes subtly scanning the crowd for potential targets, security, and escapes routes. You all may have planned for this evening, but that doesn’t mean something couldn’t go very wrong.
Stepping up to the entrance, Jongin is quick to pull the two tickets reserved for the both of you out of the inside of his suit jacket. Wordlessly, he hands them to the concierge, whispering lowly how excited he is to spend the night with his beautiful wife.
You giggle at this, leaning in to him and placing a hand on his chest. Your own reply is low as you tell him it’s because you’re finally able to spend some time with your handsome husband that you’re able to look this good for him.
The way the concierge smiles tightly at you both while handing you both your tickets says it all. At least the act is believable.
“Enjoy the show.” He comments lowly, eyes pleading for the two of you to hurry inside.
“Oh, believe me,” your painted lips curl upwards in a sultry grin. “We will.”
You swear that were the poor man not working, he would have gagged at the way you giggle after your own words. You can tell he’s relieved to be rid of you as he holds the door open for the both of you to slip inside, nearly chuckling to yourself at his tight expression as soon as you’re passed him.
Jongin’s grip tightens slightly around your waist.
“There he is.” He leans in once more to whisper lowly in your ear, motioning to the side with his chin.
Shifting your gaze, you follow in the direction he’s pointed you in. A blink, and you see your target standing by the complimentary bar. A glass of wine rests in his grubby hands, high profile women and men surrounding him on either side. A boisterous laugh escapes him, his dark hair slicked back with grease as a wolfish grin tugs at his lips. Even from here, you can see the sheen of sweat that paints his flushed skin, and you nearly gag.
“I just hope I don’t get a single drop of that man’s vile blood on me tonight, but I know that’s just wishful thinking.” You mutter, disgust pulling at your features.
“You and me both, Darlin’.” Jongin replies, holding you tighter against him. “Are you ready?”
“If we didn’t have to interact with him all night, I would count myself blessed.” You exhale sharply through your nose. “Let’s just get this over with.”
Jongin squeezes your waist reassuringly as he begins to lead you both over to that group of investors surrounding Don Vanderleen. A group which your agency painstakingly infiltrated to make both you and Jongin a part of as the Rover’s.
“Good evening, Mister Vanderleen,” you cut in smoothly into the conversation, drawing everybody’s attention as you extend your hand out for him to shake. “It’s an honour to make your acquaintance.”
Recognition flashes in his eyes, and immediately he’s reaching out to grasp your hand in his own. Only, instead of shaking it, he brings the back up to his lips, placing what you’re sure is supposed to be a delicate kiss onto your skin.
You nearly grimace at the moist feeling left lingering on your hand, resisting the urge to wipe off the residue of the kiss this vile excuse of a man has given you. Hell, even Jongin tenses beside you.
“Ah, yes,” he hums, nodding firmly in Jongin’s direction. “You must be the Rover’s. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“The pleasure is all ours,” Jongin replies, forcing a polite smile onto his lips.
“Once my dear hubby told me about the opportunities our investments could lead to with you, I couldn’t wait to meet you.” Your voice portrays the perfect mix of both enthusiasm and excitement. “He said you’d have further information for us on what this grants us in shares tonight?”
Vanderleen laughs at this, his whole chest shaking as the people around you all chuckle.
“Someone’s a little eager lily,” he grins, but it only serves to make you feel unnerved. You don’t particularly enjoy the way he continues to eye you up and down, licking his lips as if he is ready to consume you at any moment. “I promise to let both you and your husband know everything you need to know when the time is right, little missy. Preferably when we’re somewhere a little more private.”
You smile your understanding, even if it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. Still, it’s enough to fool the people standing around you.
You both fall into idle smalltalk after that, conversing with the rest of his supposed investors for the evening. That is, until the doors open, and everyone is filing into their respective seats.
Jongin and you follow Don Vanderleen all the way up to the special booth that has been reserved for you this evening. Only you, your husband, your target, and three others of Vanderleen’s party have been reserved for this balcony, making it much easier for you, Jongin, and Kai to do what you’ve come here to do.
The six seats rest three to a row, you and Jongin in front, while Vanderleen’s men file in the back. Unfortunately for you, the man of the hour decides to sit on your left, and he doesn’t seem to be that big of a fan of personal space.
The only thing separating you from the male beside you is the armrest, and you choose to angle yourself as far away from him as possible without drawing suspicion to yourself. Of course, with your covers, it’s easy for you to lean as close to Jongin as possible. It simply appears as you being unequivocally in love with him, but it becomes increasingly difficult not to twitch each time the man on your left ‘accidentally’ brushes against you in some way.
Clearing your throat, you steel yourself for talking to this man once more.
“We’re somewhere more private now, Sir Vanderleen,” you comment. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Please,” he leans in closer to you, and you can smell the alcohol clinging to his rancid breath. You nearly gag. “Call me Don.”
“Alright then,” you smile politely, eyes crinkling, “Don.”
You swear you see the man shiver before you.
“Well, as you know, my company handles many different aspects of many different industries.” The moment he sees you nod eagerly, he continues, “my business covers every domain you could possibly imagine: finances, political influences,” he purposely meets your gaze, “pleasure.”
You cannot prevent the way your eyes widen naturally at this.
“Ah, I see that has caught your interest.” He chuckles, his hand resting dangerously close to you on the armrest as his fingers curl around the wood. “I suppose I could let you in on the more private aspects of our company later on. After all, you seem like a very respectable woman who knows what she wants.”
“She certainly doesn’t take things for granted,” Jongin chimes in, his arm casually settling around your shoulders as he pulls you the slightest bit closer to him. “Unlike some people.”
Something within the other male’s eyes flash, but he backs off. For now.
“I see,” he hums, settling back into his seat. “I suppose that conversation will have to wait for a different time, then.”
The lights begin to dim, the orchestra picking up their instruments in preparation for the beginning of the show.
“I suppose so.” You hum, turning your attention to the front as you settle further into Jongin’s side.
It’s almost time.
The curtain rises, and the true event finally begins.
Near the end of act one, Jongin excuses himself to the men’s room just as planned. Only, you don’t expect Don Vanderleen to take this opportunity to lean further into you.
Casually, the male replaces where Jongin’s arm had been with his own, his wandering fingers dancing along the skin of your shoulder.
You nearly shiver in disgust.
“I’d say this is more private, wouldn’t you?” He grins, keeping his voice low as he closes the remaining distance between your bodies. “Perfect timing to talk about more personal matters, if you’d like.”
No, what you’d like is to continue watching the ballet. You wish for Jongin to hurry the fuck up with clearing out Vanderleen’s bodyguards from the booth, and to get as far away from this man before the bullets start flying. However, you know that that’s not what you came here to do. You nearly sigh, putting on an expression of pure curiosity instead as you turn to face the male beside you.
“Of course,” you reply, just as lowly. “I would like nothing more.”
“This one aspect is very dear to me, I hardly tell anyone about it unless I consider them truly worthy to hear it.” He meets your gaze, a sort of lull in the way he speaks to you, as if he were speaking to a child. “What I tell you stays between us, alright little missy? This is for your ears only.”
You nod your understanding, fingers tightening over one another as you hold them stiffly in your lap.
“You see, I only offer these positions to the utmost important people who have proved they are qualified to suit my needs.” He licks his lips, gaze shamelessly roaming down your front. “It’s a personal position which guarantees you’ll never have to worry about another thing in your life.”
You have to prevent yourself from clenching your teeth in anger. You know exactly where this is leading, for this is the exact same spiel he tells all the women he tricks into signing themselves over to him to be trafficked.
“You would be living a life of complete luxury, moving from one place to another, and visiting countries of your wildest dreams.” He continues, creeping closer with each word. “You would meet so many important dignitaries. Everyone would want to be you, and everyone would desire what you have.”
“Why, this offer sounds almost too good to refuse,” you chuckle, somewhat nervously.
Jongin sure is taking his sweet time. He should be back by now, right?
“You would be foolish not to accept.” He chuckles along with you. “After all, you’d never have to worry about anything ever again. I’d take care of all of it for you, and I’m a man who never goes back on my word.” His free hand comes to settle on your knee, and this time, you cannot prevent the shiver of disgust that trails down your spine. Only, he perceives it as something else. You can just tell from the way that he smirks. “Especially not when you’d be personally working for me.”
You absolutely despise the way he drawls those words out, his rancid breath tickling the shell of your ear.
Luckily, it’s at this point that Jongin finally returns, taking note of how stiff you sit while Don Vanderleen practically drapes himself over you.
Harshly, he clears his throat. “Am I interrupting something?”
Vanderleen smirks, pulling away from you rather slowly, “Not at all.”
“Don was just telling me all about a special opportunity he had for me,” you say innocently as Jongin sits back in his seat to your right.
You notice both males stiffen on either side of you.
“Missy, I thought we agreed that that was to stay between us.” There’s a sudden sharpness to his gaze that you do not fail to pick up on.
“Yes, but I don’t do anything without my loving husband.” You chuckle, leaning yourself further into Jongin’s side. Your gaze darts to him, and your eyes nearly widen at the small stain of red that smudges the collar of his white shirt. Thinking quickly, you angle yourself into him, lips pressing delicately against the material and leaving a bright red lipstick stain over the mark. You blink up at him innocently. “Isn’t that right, My Love.”
“Always, My Love.” Jongin purposefully meets Vanderleen’s gaze from over the top of your head as his arms pull you in closer. “I’m sure you’d do the same to protect what’s yours.”
Vanderleen’s eyebrow twitches in annoyance. “Undoubtably.”
The moment the male turns back to observe the stage, all hell breaks loose.
The sound of shattering glass is synonymous with the screams of terror that suddenly fill the venue as gunshots ring throughout. People panicking and running from their seats to the exits block every chance of escape, swarming the aisle as shouting reaches your ears.
A bullet just misses your shoulder.
A loud cry of pain from your left reaches your ears, and in the blink of an eye, you feel yourself be pulled down onto the ground on top of a body. Sparing a glance downwards reveals your husband clinging to your for dear life, a fear unlike ever before shining within his gaze. Blood seeps into the material of his blazer, staining his white shirt red beneath his black suit as he holds you above him.
To the side, Don Vanderleen bleeds out. A cough escapes him, nothing but red falling from his lips and choking him out as he reaches towards you one final time before falling dead right before your very eyes.
Another gunshot is heard from above.
Scrambling to your feet, you duck for cover behind the wall of the balcony. Jongin follows right behind, using his body as a shield to cover you this time.
“Are you hurt?” He turns to you once you’re both out of range, checking you over for injuries.
You shake your head. “Are you?”
Your eyes catch on the red now staining his clothes and your breath hitches, hands scrambling to find the injury before he bleeds out.
“Don’t worry, Darlin’,” he assures you, gently stroking his hands down the sides of your arms despite the chaos erupting around you. “It’s not mine.”
His words only help to ease your worry a fraction.
“There was another sniper.” You comment lowly.
“Kai can handle it.” He states.
At the look you send him, he sighs.
“Fine.” Jongin removes his blazer, wrapping it securely around your shoulders. “You’ve done what you came here to do. I’ll go check on him, and then I’ll meet you at the hotel across the street. Okay?”
“But-“
“Darlin’,” there’s that same look of fear in his eyes from only a few minutes ago, “I almost lost you tonight. Don’t make me go through that again.”
A silent understanding passes between the both of you, and you recognize that he’s not just referring to tonight, but yesterday as well. That fight feels like so long ago now, given the circumstances of the evening. Yet, you still find yourself nodding your head.
“I promise to be as quick as I can.” He kisses your forehead briefly.
“Be safe,” you squeeze his hands gently. “I want to be able to watch the sunset with you.”
He smiles. “As long as you stay with me for the sunrise.”
A nod is all he receives from you before he’s disappearing around the corner. He can feel his heart pounding as he races to the roof, hoping beyond everything that you manage to get out safely, and that his brother is okay.
***
Looking back on it now, this is probably the second worst night of Kai’s entire life. Sure, the male has been in some tricky situations before, but none as harrowing as this one.
First, he had to watch you be even more loving towards his brother all evening. Then, he had to sit through that filth of a man coming onto you throughout the entirety of the second act of Swan Lake. He was so distracted by his anger, that he failed to see the second presence creeping onto the roof a little ways away from him. It wasn’t until he saw the reflection of the lights upon the sniper’s watch that Kai noticed the other male taking aim directly at you.
Kai saw red, his body moving on instinct at that. It nearly cost him the mission, but more importantly, your life.
What made the situation worse was when he watched his brother pull you on top of himself for protection. The bastard couldn’t even protect you properly, opting to sacrifice you to save himself.
Now, as he wrestles off the other sniper’s back-up, he finds himself gritting his teeth in frustration. He has no idea if you got out safely, or if you’re injured. The only thing he does know, is that that bastard Don Vanderleen is finally dead.
Like hell Kai would ever let that pathetic excuse of a human live after watching what he did to you tonight.
A gunshot sounds in the night air, and Kai swears he’s about to feel the worst pain of his life. Only, at the way the man on top of him falls limply to his side, he realizes that someone is here to aid him.
“Couldn’t handle a few measly little troopers?” Jongin’s familiar mocking tone calls out through the silence. “You’re losing your touch.”
“I was doing just fine until you showed up.” Kai responds gruffly, pushing himself back to his feet and noticing all of the other henchmen have been disposed of.
“Uh-huh,” Jongin hums knowingly, a quirk to his brow as he tosses the gun in his hand to the side. “Sure.”
Kai spares a glance at his brother, noticing the blood that stains his once pure white shirt. He freezes, eyes locking on that mark of bright red lipstick that practically glares at him from the collar of Jongin’s shirt.
“Is that-“ the words get stuck in his throat. He swallows.
At the way his elder twin keeps glancing at the blood on his shirt, Jongin is quick to understand what he’s asking.
“I know, right?” Jongin scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Disgusting. The bastard bled all over me.”
Kai nearly lunges at his brother, but he realizes Jongin isn’t actually talking about you. He clears his throat. “And our partner?”
“My wife is fine, thanks for asking.” Jongin replies, a dry huff escaping him. “You nearly missed by the way.”
“Yeah, well, I had my hands full.” Kai begins to quickly disassemble his rifle, storing it back in its case.
“Didn’t think a few weaklings like this could slow you down.” Jongin rolls his eyes.
“I was a little busy attempting not to blow the fucker’s brains out early for assaulting your wife.” Kai snaps, his patience growing thinner by the second. “While you were off eyeing the ballerinas, I was actually doing my job.”
“You think I would risk the mission to go peep on the performers?” Jongin’s voice is incredulous. “You really think I would cheat on my wife?”
“Now that your other two hustles are dead, I assumed you were in the market for a new one.” Kai retorts, zipping up his rifle’s case quite pointedly before slinging it onto his back.
“Never thought you’d be one to disrespect the dead, but here we are.” Jongin shakes his head. “You are so adamant on making me into the bad guy, Kai, and I just don’t understand why.”
“How can I make you into something you already are?” Kai tilts his head, almost mockingly at his brother.
“What do you think I could have possibly done this time?” Jongin replies, throwing his hands into the air exasperatedly.
“I definitely didn’t think up you pulling your own goddamn wife on top of you when bullets started flying just so you could save your own skin!” Kai’s tone is harsh, nothing but pure anger pulling at his brow. “How about that conversation I walked in on tonight. Did you or did you not practically admit to her that she was unimportant? To your own wife, nonetheless. Not to mention the countless times you’ve ignored her needs in favour of your own. Do you even know how she feels when you flirt so openly with other people around her? I can’t imagine it feels good.”
“You know nothing, Kai,” Jongin seethes, his hands clenching into fists beside him. “Stop pretending that you do.”
“Don’t I?” Kai drops his bags, the material making a dull thunk as it hits the roof. “I’ve lived with you our whole lives, Jongin. I know when you’re lying, and I know for a fact that you don’t love her. If you did, you wouldn’t do half the shit that you do.”
“How dare you say that I don’t love her!” Jongin spits back, voice low and deadly. His eyes flash with the same intensity as his brother’s across from him, the air becoming thick with tension. “I love her more than anything in this godforsaken world!”
“Like hell you do!” Kai’s fury spikes, sanity close to snapping.
“What would you know of the matter? You don’t know half the shit I’ve done for her.” Jongin hisses through gritted teeth. “I made sure to kill every fucking doubt she’s had about our relationship recently. Doubts you don’t know anything about. There’s nothing, no one in this world that loves her more than I do. I would do anything for her, and that’s more than you can say.”
Kai goes so still, he swears that he’s stopped breathing. His mind races with all that tonight has offered him. Not even a second later, his entire body begins to tremble.
“You’re wrong.” His voice is low, deadly like the approach of an oncoming storm. Already, he can see his vision blurring, fading in and out as he attempts to ground himself. “There will always be one person who will love her, who can always love her, more.”
“Oh, yeah?” Jongin scoffs, crossing his arms in front of her chest. “And just who might that be?”
A beat of silence as the two males lock eyes from across the roof.
“Me.”
Without wasting another thought, the two males lunge.
***
His breathing is uneven as he stumbles down the hallway of the hotel. The stairs were a bit of a challenge, but he figured it’d be easier and less conspicuous than taking the elevator to the top floor. Even still, his lungs burn as he braces himself against the wall, chest heaving with every breath.
Blood drips down his face and onto the white of his shirt, nearly smudging against that perfect imprint of your lips on the collar. Blood that is no longer his own. Every time he closes his eyes, he can still hear the sound of his fist on flesh, bones cracking beneath his fingers as fabric tore upon his skin.
Out of the corner of his eye, a ring glints on his finger. The light from the fluorescents makes the golden band glow, and from that simple glance alone, he can feel his heart racing inside of his chest.
The only thought on his mind right now is you.
He needs to find you. To make sure that you’re okay. To make sure that you’re safe.
His head spins, and he can barely see through his blurring vision. He doesn’t even know how he managed to get down from the roof of the theatre and make his way to the hotel across the street, but he did. All just to see you.
Stumbling to the door, he checks the room number once more. Seeing it’s the correct one this time, he begins to jostle the knob.
Locked.
A sigh heaves from his throat, resting his forehead against the dark wood separating you from him.
If only he still had his key.
Movement heard on the other side of the door catches his attention. A moment later, and the lock is sliding out of place, the wood opening to reveal your face gazing upon him in worry.
“Jongin,” you seemingly breathe out a sigh of relief. “Leave it to you to lose your keys again.” You shake your head lightly, pulling him inside quickly. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”
Not even a minute later, you’ve sat the male on the bathroom counter, a towel held in your hands as you stand between his legs.
“I was worried about you, you know.” You dip the towel in some water before beginning to gently clean the blood from his face. “I didn’t think you would take so long.”
He clears his throat. “I’m sorry for making you wait.”
His voice sounds a bit strained, tone a deeper than usual. You chalk that up to stress. He usually sounds this way when he’s tired.
“Are you okay?” You pause your movements to stare deeply into his eyes. “You’re not hurt, are you?”
He shakes his head, gaze flitting everywhere over your features as if to commit your concerned expression to memory.
“Good.” You smile lightly, continuing to clean the blood from his face. “This doesn’t mean I’m not still upset at you, by the way.”
“I’m sorry.” His response is immediate, hands coming up to cup your face gently as he meets your gaze. “For everything. I know I’m an asshole, and I can be selfish. The thought of losing you is just too difficult for me to bear, and after tonight I promise you I’ll be a better man. I’ll be the perfect husband from now on. I won’t make you doubt. I’ll treat you right, like you’ve always deserved.”
You quirk a brow, the corner of your lips twitching upwards slightly in amusement.
“Someone still in character?” You joke lightly, shifting the cloth to begin wiping the blood from his neck. There seems to be a small scrape near his left eyebrow, but it no longer appears to be bleeding.
Softly, he releases his hold on your face, grabbing your wrist in his one hand to halt your movements.
“Tonight has just made me realize that I need to stop taking things for granted, especially you.” He replies earnestly. “Every day, I count myself lucky that a sinner like me has been blessed to love an angel like you.”
Your eyebrows raise in amusement. “I thought you didn’t like all that religious talk?”
He hums, pulling you the slightest bit closer to wrap his arms around your waist. If only you could hear just how fast his heart is racing. “I think I can make an exception just this once.”
“I should mark the calendar.” You tease, poking his chest. “You finally admitted your faults for once.”
His lips part dramatically. “But Darling, you know that I’m already perfect.”
“There he is,” you chuckle, shoving him playfully.
“Who?” He quirks a brow.
“My loving husband, of course.” You grin, rolling your eyes lightly.
His lips part, and he pulls you flush against his chest. Tightly, he holds you to him, his face buried into the side of your neck as his whole body shakes.
“Jongin, what’s gotten into you tonight?” You pat his back warily. “You’re awfully affectionate.”
“I told you,” he whispers lowly, “I need to appreciate what I have before it’s gone.”
“You’re not going to lose me.” You gently begin to card your fingers through his hair, hearing him hum lightly in response. “Not that easily.”
His grip tightens around your waist, absolutely revelling in this moment here with you. “I don’t deserve you.”
Immediately, you pull away to look into his eyes, a somewhat stern look on your face. “Don’t start that again.”
“What?” His brow furrows the slightest bit in confusion.
“Saying that you’re unworthy of my love.” This time, it’s you who cups his face in your hands. “You are more than worthy, Baby. Don’t ever forget that.”
You notice tears begin to well in his eyes, spilling over in the next moment. Tears which you are quick to brush away.
“You know, sometimes I cannot help but wonder,” you hum, noticing you have his complete and utter attention, “would you still have proposed if you didn’t think your brother approved of me?”
The way he tenses slightly, breath seemingly hitching in his throat has you smiling reassuringly at him.
“I know how desperately you long for his approval, Jongin, and I know that’s why you act out sometimes,” you keep your voice low. “Know that you don’t need his approval for anything. He probably doesn’t need yours, so don’t worry about his.”
All the male before you can do is blink.
“I’m proud of who you are.” You tell him, finally finishing wiping the blood from his skin. “I hope that counts for something.”
“It counts for everything,” he breathes, thumbs stroking languidly against the skin of your hips.
Again, you smile, placing the used towel in the hamper provided for you beside the sink.
“He’s okay, though, right?” You search his features, noting the irritated twitch of his brow. “You managed to find him on the roof?”
“I didn’t see him,” he replies, somewhat gruffly.
Your head tilts slightly, brow furrowing in worry. “I thought the whole reason I sent you up to the roof in the first place was so you could make sure he was okay.”
“I’m sure he’s fine, Darling.” A sigh escapes him through his nose. “It’s not like he hasn’t up and disappeared on you before.”
“On us, Jongin.” Your frown deepens, turning to exit the bathroom. “Maybe I should call him just in case.”
A hand on your wrist stops you.
“Why do you care so much about him, anyways?” There’s something shining behind his eyes that you don’t quite understand, but you turn around to face him regardless.
“I thought we talked about this, Jongin.” You sigh lowly. “Kai is still your brother. I care about him in the same ways I know you care about him. Even if you don’t want to admit it, I know you worry about him.”
“He didn’t care about me.”
“That’s bullshit, and you know it.” You meet his gaze with a stern one of your own. “Your brother-“
“Can we please stop talking about my brother?” The exasperation is clear in his voice as he practically pleads with you using his eyes.
Your expression softens, “Of course, Baby.”
The male seemingly breathes a sigh a relief, releasing his hold on your wrist not even a moment later.
“Why don’t you grab a shower, and then we can head to bed?” You turn to the cabinet to pull out a fresh set of towels. “We’ve both had a long day.”
“Will you join me?” Before he can stop himself, the words are out of his mouth.
Turning to look at him from over your shoulder, you smile, repeating your words from a mere minute earlier, “Of course, Baby.”
Grabbing another set of fresh towels, you place them both on top of the counter. Even though you already showered off before he returned, you don’t mind joining your husband one bit. Besides, he looks like he could use your company.
By the time you’ve turned back around, he’s already undone all the buttons on his shirt, his torso on full display. You couldn’t really tell before, but it’s as if his shirt suddenly had fit him better, unlike at the beginning of the evening. Either way, you shamelessly trail your gaze over his front, watching with a darkening gaze as he begins to unbuckle his belt.
The way his breath hitches as he looks up to see you already staring at him with hooded eyes does not go unnoticed by you.
“What?” The corner of your lips quirk upwards. “Am I not allowed to admire my husband from time to time?”
He swallows thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the movement. “You can admire me anytime you’d like, Darling.”
A tender smile is all he receives from you in response as you move to turn on the shower. Testing the water, you make sure it’s a desirable temperature before ridding yourself of your own clothes.
The whole time you strip, you can feel his eyes on you, watching your every move. You can feel your whole body warm beneath his stare, even more so when you turn to face him.
There he stands, looking completely mesmerized by you. He’s gazing at you as if you hung each and every single star in the night sky personally just for him, his eyes shining with the deepest form of admiration you’ve ever seen him give you. It makes you feel shy, darting your gaze to the side briefly to avoid the intensity of his own.
“Stop looking at me like that.” You mumble, stepping into the shower shortly afterwards.
He follows right behind, humming lightly. “Like what?”
“You’re acting like you’ve never seen me naked before,” you chuckle, turning to face him and poking him lightly on his chest.
He stands beneath the spray of water, feeling it cascade down the planes of his back as he meets your gaze. He quirks a brow, never shifting his eyes from your own for one second, “Am I not allowed to admire my beautiful goddess that has chosen to fully reveal herself to a sinner like me?”
You can feel your cheeks heating, and you know it’s not from the steam of the shower. “Again with the religious talk?”
“Maybe I’m a changed man.” He grins, hands finding purchase gently on your hips, but never wandering.
A fact which you find quite peculiar at the moment, for you know Jongin would take every and any opportunity to squeeze your ass while you’re both naked in the shower.
“You’re certainly acting like it,” your hands settle on the skin of his shoulders, sliding upwards to caress his neck, followed immediately by you cupping his face gingerly as you stare into his eyes.
“I thought I told you that I was going to start appreciating you more.” He hums knowingly. “After all, you deserve no less.”
Again, your brow quirks teasingly. “Okay, Mister Rover.”
He simply smiles in response, the familiar crinkling of his eyes offering you comfort during this time.
Nothing more is said between the both of you as you wash each other beneath the warmth of the water. Every touch is careful, tender in the way his fingers caress your skin. What’s even more surprising is that he watches your reactions carefully, never lingering too long on your ass or your breasts more than is necessary. A stark contrast to what you’re used to with him, but it’s quite nice for a change. Refreshing, in a way. Something you have always longed for with him.
Softly, your fingers massage his scalp as you wash his hair. His eyes flutter shut, absolutely revealing in such a tender moment with you here in time.
All too soon, you’re both stepping out of the shower. You hand him one of the towels as you begin to dry yourself off, noticing how his gaze still never leaves your form. Only, his gentle touch halts you before you can get very far.
“Here,” he takes the towel from your hands, his already secured around his waist as water droplets cascade down his chest. “Let me.”
His touch is soft as the plushness of the towel caresses your form. He starts at your shoulders, sliding the cloth down each arm individually before bringing your hands up to place a kiss upon the back of them both times. Then, he’s moving down your torso, thumbs smoothing over the fabric as he dries your chest. The way he cups your breasts is so tender, your nipples hardening from his ministrations as you nearly let out a low moan.
He steps closer.
Everywhere that towel graces your skin, his loving gaze is quick to follow. There is not a single part of you that goes untouched, that he has not touched before, but this is the most intimate moment you think you’ve ever shared with him. Never has he caressed you like this before. Hell, never has he gazed upon you like this before.
Selfishly, you never want it to stop.
The sound of the towel being dropped onto the floor draws your attention. His hands rest on your waist, fingers trembling against your skin as he looks up at you with pleading eyes.
“You are perfect in every way, Darling. Did you know that? Perfect, and so, so, so, so, so beautiful.”His voice is barely above a whisper, but you still hear him loud and clear. He sighs your name so tenderly, as if it is a gospel upon his lips and only you can offer him rapture. “I love you. So goddamn much.”
Your expression softens, hand coming up to cup the side of his face as you stare down at him with nothing but love in your eyes.
“Please, Darling,” his grip tightens ever so faintly around your waist, “may I touch you? May I kiss you, and make love to you like you’ve always deserved? I want to treat you right, and make you feel good. Tonight, it’s all about you.”
Your heart positively flutters at his words, breath catching in your throat.
“Please?” He’s close to begging at this point, but he doesn’t care. This night has already been everything that he could have ever asked for, and so much more.
You swallow the sudden dryness in your throat, your heart swelling in your chest. He actually asked this time.
The answer escapes you before you even have the chance to think about it, tears of content welling in your eyes.
“Yes.” You nod vigorously. “Yes, you may.”
The smile that stretches across his features is nothing short of brilliant, staring up at you with nothing but awe reflected in his gaze. Slowly, his hands slide down your waist, settling onto the sides of your thighs as he leans into you.
Softly, he places his lips upon your skin. Starting at about your mid-thigh, he takes his time trailing gentle kisses up your body, hands holding you steady. You cannot tell who’s shaking more, you or him, but at the feeling of his tongue darting out to soothe over your skin, you find that you don’t particularly care.
Each press of his lips against you is meticulous, nothing more than a gentle caress as he ascends your figure, muttering praises all the while.
“Your curves are hypnotizing, Darling.” He breathes against your skin, hands trailing along your sides as if to emphasize his words.
“I adore your thighs. They’re so soft and warm, and attached to the most beautiful legs I’ve ever seen.” He brings his one hand down to give your flesh an appreciative squeeze, fingers sinking delicately into your skin.
Gently, his hands find purchase on your waist once more as he trails kisses all along your stomach, breathing deepening with each one. The press of his lips becomes more desperate with every meeting against your flesh, beginning to sensually lave his mouth over you the further upwards he gets.
Darting his gaze upwards, he sees you already staring down at him with hooded eyes. Your breathing has deepened, and your lips are slightly parted. What makes this moment even better is the way your hand comes up to lightly begin threading your fingers through his still damp hair.
He hums, licking a strip up your body starting from your mid-torso to between your breasts. Gently, he nuzzles against your chest, nose brushing against your skin as he moves to settle his face into the side of your neck.
“There isn’t a part of you that has not captivated me from the very first glance,” he whispers lowly against your skin, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. “I’m sorry that it has taken me this long to be able to fully appreciate you, Darling.”
You’re sure he can feel the way your heart stutters from his words alone, feeling him smile against the skin of your neck.
You swallow the sudden dryness in your throat. “Shall we move this to the bed?”
This time, there is no mistaking the way he smiles as he pulls back to stare lovingly into your eyes. “I would love nothing more.”
Grasping your hand in his, he leads you out of the bathroom. His towel has long since fallen from his hips, and you take the time to admire his broad backside as he walks back out into the main area of the room.
To the side, your dress hangs. Not a single spec of blood can be seen, juxtaposed to the black suit jacket which had dripped a lethargic pool of red onto the floor.
“You know,” you hum, drawing his attention to you once more as your eyes shine playfully, “my husband’s got a nice ass.”
The corners of his lips quirk upwards slowly, mirth dancing in his orbs as he helps you settle onto the bed. “It matches my wife’s perfect one.”
You slap his arm lightly as he craws over you, grins dancing on both of your features.
“Jongin!”
You swear the male above you flinches, but before you can say anything, his forehead pressing against your own draws your attention.
“I would prefer if you didn’t call me that tonight, Darling.” His voice is but a quiet whisper upon your ears.
You blink, tilting your head slightly in curiosity. This isn’t the first time he’s wanted you to call him something else in the bedroom, and you’re sure it won’t be the last. “Then, what would you like me to call you tonight, Baby?”
He takes a moment before he answers, and you cannot tell if it’s in hesitation, or if he actually has to think about it.
“My Love.” He finally seems to settle on a response. “I want you to call me yours. Your one and only. Your love.”
You smile softly, fingers back to threading through his hair. “I can do that.”
The way his eyes light up in excitement makes you chuckle fondly.
“As long as you do the same for me.”
You can feel the way his semi-erect cock twitches against the skin of your thigh from your words.
“I would love nothing more.” His voice is breathless, the deepest of affections shining within his gaze.
“Oh?” You quirk a brow at this, a teasing lilt to your tone. “And here I was thinking I’d have to beg you for it like the last time.”
He tilts his head slightly, amusement dancing on his features. Though, you swear you see his eyebrow twitch.
“I thought you didn’t like using those types of endearments in the bedroom?” Your expression is nothing but playful as your fingers still in his hair.
“Changed man, remember?” He grins, leaning down to press a kiss onto your forehead. “I said I would take care of you, and that’s exactly what I intend to do. In every and any way imaginable.”
“I suppose so,” you hum, pulling him closer into you.
“Now, My Love,” he stares deeply into your eyes as he licks his lips, gaze darting down to your own briefly, “may I kiss you?”
Once more, your heart swells inside of your chest, a pleasant warmth flooding your veins. You nod your head, “You may.”
His lips are on your own without another thought, pouring everything he is into the kiss. His one hand comes up to cradle your cheek, thumb stroking tenderly against your skin as he slowly grinds himself into you. The way you moan into his mouth makes his head spin.
Reluctantly, he parts from your lips, trailing his own back down your neck. Lightly, he nips at your skin, sucking gently until he finds that one spot that has you moaning for him again. Once he finds it, he cannot help but smile, laving his tongue over your flesh before suckling at the spot eagerly.
Sensually, he places open mouthed kisses all along your collarbones and down your chest. His hands hold onto your waist firmly, grounding him to you and the beautiful reality before him. His thumbs barely ghost along the undersides of your breasts, yet still, he waits for your permission.
The moment you nod, practically begging him with your eyes to touch you, his hands are on your breasts. Eagerly, he palms the tender flesh, giving them each an appreciative squeeze as he trails more open mouthed kisses between them. His thumbs move to trace over your pert nipples, circling them gently as he moans against your skin.
“So beautiful,” he trails kisses over the swell of your one breast, tongue darting out to trace over the same path shortly after. He gives them another appreciative squeeze. “So soft.”
Carefully, his mouth envelopes your one nipple, sucking eagerly at the pert bud. His tongue flicks over your skin, moaning around you as he feels you arch into his touch.
He can never get enough.
Reluctantly, he parts from you only to languidly trail open mouthed kisses to your other breast. Of course, he makes sure to give your other nipple the same amount of attention, rolling the one he’s just parted from slowly between his thumb and index finger.
“My Love,” the blissful sigh you breathe out has him twitching against you once more, his heart stuttering inside of his chest.
He moans, grinding his hips into your own and letting you feel every inch of his hard cock pressed against you.
Your breath hitches, tossing your head back as your eyes flutter shut.
“Do you feel that, My Love?” His voice is low, airy as he continues to nip at the tender skin of your breast all the while. “Do you feel how hard you make me? How hard you always make me, even just from the thought of you? You have no idea what you do to me.”
“Baby,” your grip tightens in his hair, pulling him closer into you. “Kiss me.”
Who is he to deny the one he loves?
In an instant, his lips are back on your own. Tenderly, his tongue caresses yours, holding you close as he continues to grind himself into you. The movement of his hips are almost synonymous with the movement of his tongue, sensually meeting yours every time.
Each sound you make, every reaction you give him, he absolutely revels in. The fact that he is the one to elicit such sinful sounds, such beautiful reactions from you, has a warmth unlike any other flooding his chest. Still, his head spins and his heart races, hands continuing to explore your body eagerly, yet sensually at the same time.
The moment he feels you wrap a leg around his waist, pulling him in closer, he nearly comes on the spot. Only, the feeling of you pushing on his chest halts his every move.
“What are you doing?” His brow furrows as he pulls away the slightest bit to look at you.
“This is usually around the time where you tell me to suck you off, is it not?” You blink up at him, brow furrowing in mild confusion. “Do you not want me to?”
He practically stares down at you, dumbfounded. A moment later, he’s blinking quite rapidly, as if coming back to the reality before him.
“I thought I told you that tonight is all about you,” he can tell that his answer catches you off guard, for now, you are the one staring at him in mild shock. “Besides, I’d rather see you falling apart on my tongue.”
You blink at him a few times, as if in a daze. “You want to eat me out?”
“More than anything,” he practically pants out his answer, chest heaving as he slowly begins to descend your body. His eyes are dark, locked on your face as he places wet, open mouthed kisses against your skin the whole while. Once he’s settled between your legs, he licks his lips, hands eagerly spreading you open for him as his fingers dig into the skin of your thighs. “You don’t know how long I’ve been dying for a taste.”
Your breath hitches, and your thighs twitch, feeling yourself clench around nothing from his words alone. A movement which you know he picks up on, for you can see the way his lips tug upwards smugly as his dark eyes dart to your core.
“I thought-“ you blink your surprise away, “I thought you didn’t like giving head?”
He licks his lips, pulling you in closer as he meets your gaze.
“I lied.”
The second those words escape him, his lips are on you, and the way your whole body shudders does not go unnoticed by him. He smirks, hearing you sigh in pleasure.
A loud moan falls from him as his tongue drags through your wet folds, eyes fluttering shut in bliss. Gently, he laves his entire mouth over your pussy, sucking eagerly at your essence all the while. Each movement of his tongue is precise, parting your folds only to flick at your swollen clit in the next moment. He is shameless, and messy, slurping at your wetness as he pulls you closer into him.
The whole time, he never breaks eye contact with you. The heat from his gaze travels straight to your core, and you cannot help the way you clench around his tongue as he circles your lower lips. You can feel the tips of his fingers digging into your skin, holding you down as his nails prick your hips. A sensation unlike anything you’ve felt with him before.
His plump lips kiss over your clit, the ghost of his touch sending little jolts of electricity racing up your spine. Not even a moment later, he wraps them around that pert little bud, suckling as he flicks his tongue over you once more.
You cannot help it. Your one hand moves to tangle in his hair, hips shifting against his mouth with his every movement. Your eyes flutter shut, breathless moans escaping you as the wet sounds of his mouth fully devouring you reach your ears. He seems to be enjoying this even more than you are, and you can feel yourself clenching just from that thought alone.
“So fucking sweet, Baby,” he moans directly over your core, the vibrations sending pleasant tingles up your spine. “Best I’ll ever have.” Something within his eyes flash. “Only one I’ll ever need.”
A moan of his name nearly escapes you, but you catch yourself just in time. The last time you disobeyed his wishes in the bedroom, he left you high and dry for weeks. The last thing you want is for him to stop now. Not when he’s finally eating you out like you’ve always dreamed about. Just like you’ve always wanted him to. Especially not when he’s getting this lost in your pussy.
“Fuck, My Love, just like that,” you sigh, nothing but bliss pulling at your features as you tug him in closer by his hair.
He moans, tongue lapping eagerly at your juices which continuously flow from you like the sweetest nectar he’s ever had the pleasure of tasting. He never wants this to end, becoming addicted to the desperate way your hips grind against his mouth, seeking more of him.
His grip tightens, moans bordering on low growls as his dark eyes consume every reaction you give him. Slowly, he begins grinding himself down on the mattress, seeking any sort of friction to relieve the aching of his hard cock. Seeing you like this, and knowing you’re seconds away from falling apart because of him and him alone has his head spinning.
He wouldn’t want it any other way.
His eyes nearly roll to the back of his head, feeling the way your essence begins to drip down his chin as he becomes drunk on you. His arms are wrapped around your legs, thighs tossed over his shoulders as he pulls you in closer. His grip is desperate, as if you might disappear from him at any moment, only emphasized by the eager way he sucks your clit back between his lips. Not even a second later, he’s shaking his head lightly from side to side, mouth eagerly consuming every drop you have to offer him.
“Fuck yes- just like that,” your voice is airy, lips parting as your moans begin to increase in pitch. Your eyes squeeze shut in bliss. “Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!”
The deepest of browns gaze at you with nothing but tender love and affection, pleading you with his eyes to fall apart. He’s just as desperate as you are, moaning against you unabashedly with each movement of his lips. Every flick of his tongue is precise, focussing all his attention to your clit now, and begging you to come for him, even without saying it.
His one hand reaches up to intertwine your fingers of your free hand with his own. Gently, he squeezes them, reassuring you that he’s right here, and that you can let yourself go. He needs to see you fall apart for him. Because of him. Him, and only him.
Not even ten seconds later, you do.
Your thighs tremble as your back arches off of the bed, eyes squeezing shut as your orgasm crashes into you. A loud moan escapes you, hands subconsciously tightening their holds on him for support as your entire body thrums with pleasure. The euphoric sensation is unlike anything that you’ve felt before, and you can feel yourself rhythmically clenching around nothing as you come down from your high.
Languidly, he hums between your legs, loving how he can feel them continuing to shake around his head as he laps gently at your cunt. No drop is to go to waste, needing to clean up the mess he’s made of you, and making sure he does so well. Only when he begins to feel you lightly pushing his head away from your quivering entrance does he pull away from you.
He meets your gaze, a primal sort of lust shining within his own as he licks his lips.
“Goddamn addictive, you know that?” He places tender kisses onto the skin of your inner thigh, nipping lightly at the sensitive flesh all the while. “I have half the mind to tell you to sit on my face right this very second so I can continue getting lost in this beautiful pussy of yours, Darling.”
The way you clench from his words alone does not go unnoticed by him.
“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you, My Love?” The grin that pulls at his lips, still shining with your essence, is nothing short of feral. “Smothering me with your dripping cunt so I have no choice but to give you the loving you deserve.”
Your chest heaves with each breath, your eyes searching his own as your lips remain parted. “You’ve been holding out on me this whole goddamn time? Who knew you were this desperate for my pussy.”
“I’m always desperate for you, My Love. In any and every way possible.” He hums, kissing his way back up your body until he can nuzzle his face back into the side of your neck, nipping at the shell of your ear. “I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to show you.”
“You’re showing me now, and that’s all that matters.” You bring a hand up to cup his cheek tenderly, noticing how he immediately leans into your touch.
“I’m here now, and you never have to worry about anything ever again.” His eyes flutter shut, a content sigh escaping him. A moment later, he’s turned his head, placing a gentle kiss upon the palm of your hand. His eyes open, and your breath hitches as the darkness you can see swirling within. “Now, let me love you like you’ve always deserved.”
His lips are on yours in an instant, sensually moving against you as he shifts his hips to fully settle between your legs. Naturally, your thighs part to offer him unrestricted access, soft hums falling from you as you pull him in closer. You part only to begin trailing your own lips down his neck, biting and suckling on his skin as his breathing deepens.
“Baby,” the soft drawl from your lips catches his attention, “you’ve already done so much for me tonight. Won’t you let me love you, too?”
A guttural groan escapes him, head falling forward so that his forehead rests against yours.
“Lay on your back, Baby,” your hands slide tenderly down his spine as you move to flip your positions. “Just relax, and let me take care of you.”
The way his honeyed locks look splayed out on the pillow accentuate his golden features beautifully. His warm, brown eyes reflect nothing but awe and love as he stares up at you, his lips parting with every breath that falls from them.
“I thought-“
“Shh,” you bring a finger to his lips, your own tugging upwards in a sultry grin, “This is still about me. Only now, I wish to please my husband just as he has pleased me.”
A shudder wracks his entire body, a moan tumbling from his lips at your words.
You smile.
Gently, your fingers begin to dance along the skin of his chest, nails teasingly raking down his torso as you sit above him. Just as he did with you, you begin placing kisses all over his tanned skin, biting your marks for all to see.
“You’re so handsome, Baby,” your tongue comes out to soothe over a particularly harsh bite you’ve just given him. Not that he seems to mind from the way he’s keening beneath you. “Always looking as if you were sculpted by the gods, and all just for me.”
You feel his cock twitch beneath you as he moans shamelessly, “Just for you.”
Slowly, your hands trail up his sides, feeling the way he shivers beneath your touch. At the same time, you begin to grind yourself down onto his aching cock, hearing how he moans for you as you do so.
Without wasting another moment, you take his hard cock into your hand, pumping him a few times as you line him up with your entrance. You tease him, dragging the head through your wet folds a few times before you purposely grind the tip against your clit. The way his fingers dig into your skin says it all.
“Please, Darling,” his chest heaves with every breath, barely able to hold himself together, “Don’t tease me like that.”
The corner of your lips twitch upwards, beginning to sink yourself down on his cock. Still, you cannot help but to tease him, sliding yourself a few inches down, only to lift yourself back off of him shortly after. Each time you do this, you sink lower and lower, noticing how his gaze rests transfixed on the space where your two bodies meet. His breathing comes in jagged pants, clinging onto you for dear life.
Finally, you decide he’s had enough teasing for now, and you slide all the way down. The way he feels fully sheathed inside of you has moans falling from both of your lips, your warm walls pulsing around him almost in time with his heartbeat.
Did he suddenly get bigger? The stretch you’re so used too feels the slightest bit different, as if his cock is even thicker than you remember. Perhaps he’s just that hard.
The feeling of his thumbs stroking lightly over the skin of your thighs grounds you back to the reality before you. His touch is nothing short of tender, and you cannot help the way your heart races from that fact alone.
“Are you okay, Darling?” There’s nothing but deep affection shining within his gaze as he look up at you in awe.
You nod your head. “Are you okay, My Love?”
“Never better.” He smiles, his eyes crinkling at the sides as you feel him throbbing within you. “You can move whenever you’re ready, Darling.”
The only response he gets from you is the twitching of your lips upwards before your hips are shifting against his own.
His eyes nearly roll to the back of his head for the second time tonight, his fingers pressing desperately into your skin. The feeling of your warm cunt sucking him in, your essence dripping down his shaft and onto his skin makes his head spin.
He did this to you. Only he can make you feel this way, and for that, he could not be prouder than he is in this very moment. Only he knows how to please you in such intimate, intricate ways. Ways he’s only every dreamed about.
Finally, all of his wishes are coming true.
He meets your gaze.
“I love you.” His voice is breathless, his own touch gentle on your hips as he helps to guide your movements over him. “I love you so fucking much.”
Again, you smile, humming to yourself as you look down at him in adoration. “I know.”
“Do you-“ he swallows thickly, “Do you love me, too?”
Your expression softens, slowing your pace for the moment. “You know that I do.”
“Say it.” His words are a near whimper on his lips. “Please, My Love, I need to hear you say it.”
“Baby-“
“Say you love me.” His grip tightens, almost desperately on your hips. “Even if it’s just for tonight. Please, say you love me.”
You cup his face in your hands, leaning over him as you stare deeply into his eyes.
“I am so in love with you, Baby.” You breathe out, stilling above him. “And I don’t think I could ever stop.”
“I never want you to stop.” His hands begin to creep up your back, pulling you flush against him.
“Then, I won’t.” You hum, placing a kiss right above his racing heart.
“Please, My Love,” he whimpers, his eyes squeezing shut as he fights off his tears for the time being. “Say it again.”
Immediately, you comply. “I love you, Baby.”
He flips your positions, sensually grinding his hips into yours as he moans lowly.
“One more-” He pleads, voice catching in his throat. He rest his forehead against your own as his one hand comes up to intertwine with yours. “One more time.”
“I love you.”
Slowly, his hips roll into your own, letting you feel every inch of his cock pressing against your walls with every movement he makes. He’s in no rush, wanting to savour this moment, this feeling here with you for as long as he can. This is everything that he’s ever wanted, and so much more. Finally, he gets to experience it with you.
After all, everything that he is, everything that he does, is for you.
Blissful sighs escape you with each movement of his hips, only emphasized by the way he grinds himself into you each time he’s fully sheathed inside of you once more. His one hand holds onto your own desperately, fingers interlaced with yours as he presses his body against you in every way that he knows how.
A single touch isn’t enough, he needs to feel all of you. A simple glance is too fleeting, he needs to have your attention focussed only on him at all times.
“Look at me, Baby,” his deep voice draws your gaze to his own. “Keep your eyes on me.”
A choked whimper escapes you, your free hand desperately clawing at his back to draw him in closer to you.
The feeling of your nails raking over his shoulders is a sensation unlike any other, and it has him twitching inside of you yet again. He can never get enough of you. Nothing will ever be enough. Not when it comes to you.
“You’re so pretty,” he nips lightly at your jawline, thrusts becoming the slightest bit sharper as he continues to grind himself into you. “So pretty spread out beneath me, letting me take care of you like this.”
A gasp escapes your lips as the head of his cock brushes against such a tender spot within you.
“Oh? Is that it?” He shifts his hips, angling his cock to grind against that spot once more. The way you keen into him, walls clenching involuntarily around him has a smile tugging at his features. “Am I making you feel good, Baby?”
“So good,” you breathe out, eyes fluttering shut as he continues to sensually roll his hips into yours. Your breath hitches, “Yes, just like that.”
Softly, he begins to press kisses against your skin, tongue soothing over everywhere he can as he claims you in every way he knows how.
“So beautiful for me,” he hums. “Letting me take care of you like this.”
He can tell there’s a word beginning to form on your lips, but you bite them to keep it from spilling out. He bites down the slightest bit harder on your neck, thrusts increasing in pace as he desperately needs to hear you say it.
“Go on, My Love,” he encourages lowly. “Let it out. Let it all out.”
A desperate moan escapes you, pulling him closer. “Mine.”
His hips stutter against your own, a deep, guttural groan escaping him as his brow furrows. His heart feels as if it’s about to beat right out of his chest, grip growing all the more tighter on your body.
“Yours, Baby.” His head falls against your own as he snaps his hips into your own a little more sharply now. “All yours, and I always will be.”
Your breath hitches at that, and he notices you staring at him with wide, glossy eyes.
“Am I-“ your voice is small, innocent, as if suddenly uncertain of yourself. “Am I yours?”
His heart swells inside of his chest, a loving smile pulling at his features.
“Forever, Baby.” He kisses you, pouring everything he is into the movement of his lips against your own. Pulling away, he rests his forehead against your own. “You will always be mine.”
This time, it’s you who pulls him down for a kiss. The way your tongues move against one another is desperate, moaning into each other’s mouths as he begins to pick up his pace.
His hips snap into your own, adjusting his position slightly so that he can bring his free hand down between your bodies to begin flicking at your clit.
Your eyes fall shut, head being tossed back as a low whine escapes your throat. Your thighs begin to twitch around his waist, holding him desperately to you he kisses you like his life depends on it. Which, to him, it does.
Gently, his thumb circles over that sensitive little nub, feeling your walls beginning to spasm around him in time with his thrusts. You can tell that you’re getting close, that familiar tightening building within your abdomen with every move that he makes.
“Oh, fuck- just like that, Baby,” you whimper against him, clinging to him for dear life. “Don’t stop- you’re gonna make me-“
A desperate keen escapes your lips as your whole body stills. Not even a moment later, your entire form trembles in his embrace, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm washes over you. Whimpers and whines continuously escape you as he helps you ride you through your high. He holds you as close as he possibly can, feeling your walls clenching around him, squeezing him so sinfully as his hips begin to stutter.
Not even a moment later, he stills inside of you, releasing deep into your warmth as he moans your name. He can feel his cock twitching inside of you, lazily thrusting a few more times before grinding his hips into your own.
Every movement, every touch, you both are sensitive to, breaths mingling as you attempt to heave air into your lungs. A second later, and he’s collapsing on top of you, his skin sticking to yours as he holds you close.
Gently, you begin to card your fingers of your free hand through his hair.
“So good to me,” you hum lightly. “So, so good to me.”
“Only for you, Darling.” He places a tender kiss onto the skin of your chest. “Only for you.”
“I love you, Baby.” You manage to catch his gaze, watching as it shines with nothing but adoration for you.
“I love you.” He breathes, finding enough strength to lift himself up in order to kiss you deeply once more.
Slowly, he pulls himself out of you, the both of you whining at the loss of contact. Almost immediately, he goes to wrap you in his arms, but you standing from the bed draws his attention.
“Where are you going?” He pouts, following your figure as you retreat back to the bathroom.
“To pee, what does it look like I’m doing, silly.” You giggle. “I don’t want to get another UTI like the last time.”
The way his brow furrows slightly has you giggling once more as you disappear into the bathroom. Not even two minutes later, you’re reappearing, a damp cloth held in your hand.
He looks at you curiously, “Shouldn’t I be doing that for you?”
You nearly snort out a laugh. “When have you ever done that for me?”
His gaze is nothing but soft as he watches you clean him up, your touch soothing against his heated skin. The care you extend towards him makes his heart swell, and he cannot help but fall deeper for you in that very moment.
Just as you return to the bathroom to disposed of the cloth, he moves to open the mini-fridge. Pulling two bottles of water out, he immediately hands one to you once you return to him.
“Drink.” A firm nod is sent your way at the skeptical look you shoot him.
Wordlessly, you obey, sitting back on the edge of the bed after pulling the covers back. Once you’ve had your fill of water, you’re placing the bottle onto the bedside table, right beside your phone.
A warmth at your back has you sparing a glance at the male behind you from over your shoulder. His hands lightly trail over your shoulders, rubbing tenderly against your skin as he places gentle kisses against the side of your neck.
“Are you okay, My Love?” His voice is low, so as not to disturb the quaint moment between the both of you. “Sore anywhere? Stiff? Tender?” He hums, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “I could give you a massage if you want?”
You blink, caught off guard by his inquiry. Normally, it’s you who has to give him a massage after sex, not the opposite way around. The fact that he even offered has your heart racing pleasantly inside of your chest.
“I’m alright,” you place a loving hand over his arm, of which settles over the skin of your waist, pulling you flush against him. “Are you okay?”
You take the time to face him now, staring deeply into his eyes.
“Never better.” He smiles, cupping your face gently in his one hand. “Lay with me for a while, yeah?”
You mirror his expression, lips pulling upwards tenderly as you nod.
A moment later, the two of you are laying yourselves beneath the sheets, your head resting over his chest as he holds you close. His one hand holds your own, fingers intertwined as his other strokes calmly over your spine.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” You ask him after a few minutes of silence. “You’ve been acting different all night.”
“Have I?” He hums, almost knowingly. “Maybe I’ve just realized that I never appreciated the love of my life like she’s always deserved. You are everything to me, Darling, and I hope you never forget that.”
“You’ve been smooth talking all night. Since when have you been known to enjoy all of this ‘lovey-dovey, romantic crap’ as you’ve so put it before?” You quirk a brow at him, shifting your gaze to look up at his face.
“But you like it, do you not?” He hums, hand continuing to stroke tenderly over your spine.
“I do.” You hum in confirmation. “But when have you ever been known to do things like this for me?”
He remains silent, and you believe he’s actually contemplating your words. A surprising fact, considering he would normally scoff and retort with something like, ‘I always do things for you.’
Your heart warms for the moment, choosing to revel in his embrace and the way he doesn’t seem to fight you on this. It’s quite refreshing, and you wish it could be like this all of the time, but you know that by tomorrow, he’ll probably be back to his regular self.
You sigh, somewhat wistfully.
“What is it?” He hums, sparing a glance down at you resting in his arms.
“No retort, and you’re actually listening to me and my desires for once?” You reply, somewhat blissfully. “I wish you were always like this.”
“Like what, My Love?” There he goes with that term of endearment you’ve always been fond of. A term which he never really used to enjoy before tonight, it seems.
“My perfect lover.”
You swear that this night is too good to be true. A sentiment that is unknowingly shared by the male that holds you even tighter while laying in bed with you. Yet, for you both, neither of you particularly want this night to end.
With that thought, you allow yourself to fall asleep, succumbing to the darkness pulling you deeper into an unconscious abyss. Besides, you’ll probably wake up in the morning to this having all been a dream. A beautiful, blissful dream which has fulfilled all of your deepest desires.
Morning comes, and instead of waking from the dream like you thought, you are awoken to the sound of your phone buzzing on the side table. Groggily, you blink the sleep from your eyes, bringing your hands up to rub them in the next moment.
You can feel a weight pressing against your back, and when you turn your head, you see the sleeping face of your lover staring back at you. His arms are wrapped securely around your waist, as if he’s afraid you might disappear at a moment’s notice.
You must have shifted your positions overnight, you turning onto your side with him following right behind, even unknowingly. Still, it takes you a good minute to wiggle out of his embrace, hearing him groan in annoyance as he turns onto his back. Luckily, he appears to stay inside of the realm of dreams, even as your phone begins to vibrate with a call once more.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, you grab the device. One look at the screen and your eyes are going wide, standing from the mattress as you answer the call.
“Hello?” Your voice is still rough from sleep, that much you can tell, even as you speak into the receiver.
“Finally! We’ve been attempting to contact you all morning!” Quincy can be heard through the speaker as you quickly toss on some pants and a shirt. “We have an emergency.”
“What’s going on?” Your brow furrows, mind focusing more on the scenery around you finally.
“We found a body this morning.” She states.
“Yes, Don Vanderleen has been dealt with as of last night.” You confirm, wondering where this is all going.
Nothing could have prepared you for the next words out of her mouth.
“No, it’s not just his body.” Quincy sighs pointedly. “We found Jongin’s body. Well, what’s left of it.”
You let out a laugh of disbelief. “That’s impossible.”
“As your superior, I would never lie to you over these types of matters.” She states, rather firmly.
“That’s impossible, because I’m staring at him right now.” You reply, tone a bit harsh at being woken up with something like this. “You must have found Kai’s body instead.”
“Genetics confirms that it was Jongin’s body.” She sighs. “I’m sorry to have to be the one to tell you.”
Your heart leaps into your throat unpleasantly, seeing the male on the bed beginning to rouse the longer that you’re on the phone.
“No,” you shake your head, tears forming in your eyes. “You’re wrong.”
A tremendous sigh is heard on the other end of the phone. “There was no mole on the back of his neck. I would send you the photos forensics took, but I fear it may be too soon for you to see.”
“This can’t be happening.” You mumble, running a hand over your head desperately.
“I’m sorry.” Quincy sighs once more. “I’ll call you again when I have more details. As his wife, I thought you should be the first to know.”
Without waiting for a response, she hangs up, and you are force to watch who you assume to be your husband finally awaken to the world around him.
The male sits up, rubbing lightly at his eyes. Slowly, he lets his arms fall back to the bed, blinking the remaining sleep from his vision. You notice his gaze darts slightly around the room, brow furrowing in minor confusion before he turns his attention to you standing in the corner. As soon as he sees you, his eyes are widening ever so slightly before a smile of almost pleasant disbelief is painting his features.
He runs his fingers through his hair.
It seems as if he thought all of last night had been a dream, too.
“Good morning, Darling-“
“How dare you call me that.” Your voice is low as the first of your tears begin to trail down the side of your cheeks.
Immediately, worry crosses his features, the male shifting to move closer to you and comfort you in any way he can.
“Don’t come any closer!” You raise a hand, halting him right in his tracks.
“Baby, what’s gotten into you?” His eyebrows furrow, nothing but concern shining in his eyes. Eyes which plead desperately for you to tell him what’s going on.
You swallow thickly. There’s only one way you know to prove that Quincy spoke true.
“Turn around.” You keep your voice low, hoping beyond anything that it remains steady for the moment. “I want to see the mole on the back of your neck.”
His whole body tenses slightly, but you do not fail to catch it this time.
“What are you talking about? You know I don’t have a mole on the back of my neck.” He chuckles, somewhat nervously.
“Then, you should have no problem showing me.” Comes your blunt reply.
“Baby, what has you so paranoid?” He searches your face. “Do you not trust me?”
He shifts off of the bed, pulling on the closest pair of pants he can find as he stands.
“I got a call.” You state, and he glances down at your phone held in your hand. “They found a body.”
His gaze darts back up to your own.
“A dead body.” Your whole body begins to tremble.
He blinks.
“It’s your brother.”
He remains silent, and you swear you can hear a pin drop with how still you both have gone.
He swallows, “I told you that I couldn’t find him when I went up to the roof.”
Your shoulders seemingly relax the slightest bit when he says this.
Cautiously, he takes a step closer.
“A lot has happened in the past twenty-four hours,” he speaks to you calmly, as if attempting to calm you even further from the edge. “Why don’t we just take it easy, yeah? Take a deep breath, and then we can handle this together.”
Softly, you begin to nod your head, seemingly dropping your guard for the moment as your shoulders slouch.
“I suppose you’re right,” you sigh, clutching onto your phone as a lifeline as you step closer to him, resting just at the foot of the bed. “Let’s just stay together, and watch the sunrise.”
You see his brow furrow slightly in confusion, and your heart drops.
“But the sun’s already up, My Love.” He offers you a somewhat perplexed smile.
“Oh,” you chuckle, but you know that it’s quite stiff. “I suppose you’re right.”
In the next moment, you reach for him, appearing to seek his touch just as he does the same to you. Only, you’ve been planning this since the second he stepped out of bed.
A blink, and you have him pinned on his stomach, his one arm trapped beneath his body while you pull the other one behind his back. Your touch is nowhere near as gentle as it was last night as you shove his head into the mattress, pushing the ends of his golden locks upwards to reveal what you’ve been dreading since you got the call.
There, resting just below his hairline, resides a small mole, practically glaring back up at you in the light of the morning sun.
As if the code he botched wasn’t enough, this just proves it.
Your breathing deepens, chest heaving with every stuttering inhale you take as the harshness of reality sinks in around you. Suddenly, the room is thick with tension. So much so, that it weighs on your shoulders, suffocating you with every beat of your frantic heart.
You push yourself off of him, shaking your head as more tears fall from your eyes.
“No,” you back yourself against the wall as you watch him push himself up from the bed with a disappointed sigh. “No, this can’t be happening.”
Your heart feels as if someone has reached inside and torn it from your chest, the betrayal you feel coming through as clear as day on your face.
“Darling-“
“Don’t fucking call me that!” You shriek, eyes blazing with an unbridled fury. “You- you-“ you push yourself as far against the wall as you can, your voice breaking as you attempt to find words, “you made me believe you were him.”
A deadly silence washes over the both of you.
“I should have known,” you scoff, a sort of sadness taking over your features. “I should have known it was too good to be true. He’s never listened to me like that. He’s never loved me like that.”
Kai’s jaw twitches in irritation, watching you break down in front of him like this.
“The entire night,” you laugh bitterly, “the entire night he was missing, probably already dead. Yet here I was, fucking his brother.” Your expression drops, horror painting your features. “I fucking cheated on my dead husband with his brother. I- I-“ You meet his gaze, breath hitching in your throat as you realize something. “Why did you let me believe that you were him?”
He remains silent, lips pursed into a thin line.
“Why?” You shout, tears streaming down your face.
“He could never love you the way that I could.” Kai’s voice is low as he replies, watching your every move carefully. “He’s never loved you in the way you deserved.”
“That’s bullshit!” You spit. “Who are you to decide who can and can’t love me? Who are you to decide what kind of love I deserve?”
“He’s never deserved you, period.” He keeps his tone steady, but you can hear the restrained anger he holds back for the moment.
“And you do?” You counter, incredulously.
“I loved you first!” His one hand slams over his heart, nails biting into the skin of his bare chest. “I wanted you first. He only wanted you to prove I could never have you; to take you away from me. He never loved you, he only loved knowing he had something else over me. The only thing I’ve ever wanted. The only person I’ve ever loved.”
Your eyes catch on that gold band wrapped around his one finger.
Pure dread washes over you as realization sinks in. Your blood runs cold.
“How did you get that ring?”
Kai notices your gaze locked on his hand, and he pulls it away only to gaze down lovingly at the metal adoring his finger.
“It belonged to me before he stole it.” He replies, somewhat bitterly. At your skeptical look, he’s quick to continue, “Yes, your loving husband took this set of rings from me to propose to you with. After I had told him of my intentions of doing the exact same thing. Only, he got to them first.”
“So, you had two sets.” You voice, attempting to wrap your head around this new information.
“Oh, no, Darling,” he shakes his head, the corner of his lips tugging upwards maniacally. “Just the one.”
Your brow furrows, until morbid realization paints your features. “You killed him.”
“He didn’t deserve to live.” Comes his blunt reply. “Not after everything he’s done. Not after everything he’s put you through.”
“That wasn’t for you to decide.”
“Wasn’t it, though?” Kai hums, tilting his head mockingly. “He couldn’t protect you properly. I saw what that bastard did to you last night. Do you really think Jongin would have done anything about it? No. Instead, he pulled you on top of himself when the bullets started flying to protect himself. He never cared about you, because no matter how much attention you could give him, it would never be enough. You were never enough for him.”
“He pulled me on top of him because I said I didn’t want any of that man’s vile blood to touch me.” Your voice is low, like the approach of an oncoming storm. “You are so jealous of your brother, you continuously make up false claims just to tarnish his name. You never saw how he treated me behind closed doors. You don’t know what our relationship was like.”
“Really? Because I certainly learned enough last night.” Comes his pointed retort. “He was a fucking selfish lover, wasn’t he? Always putting his pleasure first over your own. He used you in every way he could to get himself off, both physically and emotionally, yet you’re still too blind to see it!”
“Don’t pretend to know what he was like.” You snap, arms crossing over your chest. “At least he never made me believe he was someone he was not.”
“You’re the one who assumed I was him.”
“You’re the one that went along with it!” You counter, your chest heaving as you swear your heart might collapse at any moment from the suffocating feeling of pain that surrounds it. “Now, I’ll have to live my entire life knowing I slept with my husband’s murderer on the night he was killed. I cheated on my dead husband!”
With each word, your voice rises. You’re almost hysterical at this point, beginning to pace while laughing insanely the whole while.
“You want to get mad at me for killing someone as vile as him?” Kai’s nostrils flare. “I killed him before he could kill me. It was self defence! Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem like Shinobu or Nancy were that lucky.”
“Are you seriously implying that my husband was the one who killed Nancy and Shinobu?” You reply incredulously, eyes going wide in disbelief.
“He told me himself that he killed any further doubts you might have about him last night.” Kai states, somewhat matter of factly.
“And I’m supposed to believe you?” You scoff, shaking your head.
“I would never lie to you.” There is nothing but honesty dripping from both his tone and his gaze, and you hate how you actually do believe him.
“Yet, you made me believe you were your brother.” Your voice isn’t as firm as before, your tears slowing, too.
“You said it yourself last night,” he meets your gaze, eyes flashing, “I am your perfect lover.”
“You’re despicable,” you spit, noticing how he slowly begins to creep towards you now.
Your heart leaps into your throat, and you begin to angle yourself away from him. Only, he’s faster, pinning you to the wall as he rests his forehead against your own.
“Every night could be like the last when you’re with me. No, it will be.” He breathes, pressing himself right up against you despite your best efforts to shove him off of you. “You know I can treat you right, Darling. I think I’ve more than proved myself to you. I have always wanted you. I have always loved you. With me, you’d never have to question that again.”
You hands come up to rest on his chest, keeping him distanced from you as much as you can.
“You’ve betrayed me, Kai.” Your voice is but a mere whisper on your lips, the devastation clear on your features. “I can never forgive that.”
“That’s bullshit!” He pushes himself off of the wall, anger pulling at his features. “You can’t forgive me, but you can continue to love a man who continuously cheated on you, and could never love you in the ways that you’ve always deserved?”
“Jongin never cheated on me, Kai.” You state lowly. “Your brother was a lot of things, but cheater he was not. Not after he knew what happened with my parents.”
The male before you remains silent.
“You knew what happened with my parents, how they didn’t know the meaning of loyalty. You know how I feel about cheaters, and you purposely led me to believe you were my husband just so you could fuck me.” You slowly begin backing away from him again, leading yourself towards the hallway that will lead out of the room. Your phone begins buzzing in your hand. “How do you think that looks to me, Kai? You say you love me, but would someone in love do something as unforgivable as that to the one they claim to love?”
“I do love you.” His tone is firm, taking a step forward as tears gather in the corners of his eyes.
“No,” you shake your head, finally having reached the bedside table. “You don’t love me. You want to own me.”
His breath hitches, the first of his tears beginning to trail openly down his cheeks.
“I have always loved you.” He repeats his words from earlier, a bit more desperately this time. “Last night-“
“Last night was you manipulating me into getting what you’ve always wanted from me.” You say. “You want to make Jongin out to be the bad guy when you’re the worst one!”
“I only want to love you!” His fist slams against the wall beside him in frustration before he begins tugging desperately at his hair. “Can you not see that?”
“I cannot love a man like you, Kai.” You shake your head, feeling your phone begin vibrating once more in your hand. “I never can, and I never will."
Something within his eyes flash, and he goes so still, you swear that he’s stopped breathing.
“You don’t mean that,” he starts to hyperventilate, his eyes crazed as he begins clawing at his face. “You- you- you need me like I need you! You said you loved me! You said I was yours!”
“I said I loved my husband, Kai.” Your voice is firm as you meet his devastated, tearstained face. “Not you.”
“No!” He lunges, managing to knock your phone out of your hands as he wraps his arms around you. You both go tumbling to the floor. Desperately, he clings to you, sobbing into your neck. “You can’t leave me! I love you! I did this for you. For us!”
“Kai, let me go.” You attempt to push him off of you, but he doesn’t relent his hold on you even in the slightest.
“No.” He begins to shake his head. “I- I’ll make you love me. You’ll see!”
“Kai, this isn’t an opportunity for you to change my mind.” You, again, attempt to shove him off of you to no avail.
“I don’t need to change your mind,” he starts to nod, as if he’s convincing himself more so than you, now. “I’ve already proved it to you. You felt it, didn’t you? You felt my love last night. You wouldn’t call me your perfect lover otherwise.”
You can tell he’s no longer talking to you, but reasoning with himself. The more he speaks, the more he seems to believe, calming himself down with each word that he says.
A knock at the door breaks his train of thought. He stiffens.
“Don’t answer that.”
Another knock, more frantic than the first sounds.
You attempt to break free from his grasp once more, only for him to pull you firmly back into his arms each time.
“You’re not going anywhere, Darling.” His voice is low, suddenly much more ominous than only moments before. “I won’t let you leave me.”
You still, heart stuttering as a fear unlike ever before floods your veins. If he can kill his own brother, there’s no telling what he might do to you.
A call of your name from a familiar voice outside the door draws your attention.
“Are you in there?”
It’s Quincy.
Just as you open your mouth to respond, Kai slaps a hand over your lips.
“Shh,” he keeps his voice low right by your ear, sending an unpleasant shiver down your spine. “Wouldn’t want the big boss lady to disturb the happy couple, now, would we?”
You shake your head, deciding to play along with his games for the moment. You’d rather stay alive than upset him further and truly set him off. He already seems incredibly unhinged, and there’s no telling what he might do.
Another knock sounds.
Slowly, Kai beings to lower his hand, trusting that you won’t act out.
Only, you know better.
A loud yelp escapes him as you bite down on his hand quite harshly. This causes him to loosen his hold on you, and you managing to scramble free after elbowing him in the chest. Rolling away from him, you’re quick to fling open the closet door right beside you, seeing as you wouldn’t have enough time to stand and open the door to the room. Luckily, you know where you’ve stashed all the guns, and the closest one now rests in your hands as you stand back to your feet.
“I’m inside, Quincy.” You call over your shoulder, watching as Kai slowly stands to his feet with his arms raised beside him. You cock the gun. “Kai’s gone mad.”
You hear a low curse come from behind the slab of wood behind you, some shuffling occurring as she whispers order too low to make out.
“Please, Darling,” he expression falls. “Don’t do this. You know I can make you so happy.”
“Take off that ring.” Your eyes briefly dart to his hand, that metal band glinting almost mockingly at you now. “Besides, I thought I told you not to call me that.”
“And I thought I told you that these rings are mine.” His eyes flash. “Ours.”
Your nostrils flare. “Fine then.”
Shifting your hand, you begin to slide your own wedding band off of your finger. Except, Kai takes advantage of your movements, lunging towards you while you’re distracted. He manages to wrestle the gun from your hands as you go tumbling to the ground. You scramble onto your back, hands supporting you as you look at the man you thought you could trust.
The gun is now pointed at your head, tears streaming down his face as he gazes down at you with nothing but sorrow on his features.
“Don’t make me do this.” He nearly chokes on a sob.
You can hear some scratching at the door. The slow, telltale movements of someone picking the lock.
“I’m not making you do anything, Kai.” You shake your head. “You did it all yourself.”
“Please,” he begs, hand trembling as that barrel stares you down. “I don’t want to lose you.”
“You can’t lose what you’ve never had, Kai.” You reply lowly.
His expression falls, and you notice his hand has stopped shaking.
“Fine then.” He swallows thickly, as if steeling himself for what he’s about to do.
You hear the click of the lock falling out of place.
“If I can’t have you,” his eyes are crazed, wild as he meets your own, “No one can.”
The sound of the door swinging open is synonymous with the gunshot that echoes throughout the room. The second shot is quick to follow, a body falling limply to the floor.
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Obsession (1)
Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader
Warning: Smut, Stalker
Genre: College! Au
Word Count: 3.4k
Fuck. You really should have declined this fucking date.
You were in your second year of University, now you were currently hours away from your friends and family now, but you needed it. For your first year of University you had gone to one closer to home, and while the school was good, you were miserable. You lived at home with your overprotective parents, who didn't allow you to go to any parties, join any clubs, or do anything you wanted. They were smothering you and you felt like you couldn't breathe while being around them. You needed to leave, so when you heard you had been accepted for your second year, 6 hours away, you were so fucking delighted.
Here you were, at your new school for 4 months and you had only managed to make one friend. Everytime she invited you out with more people, something came up and you hadn't really been able to meet more people who you vibed with. Lisa had quickly become your best friend. And while you loved this school, you almost regretted transfering, due to your current predicament. When a guy from one of your classes, Mark, had asked you out, you hesitantly accepted. He was nice enough in class but now he was weird and making you uncomfortable.
“What kind of things do you like to do?” You ask, trying to bring on some kind of conversation.
“I'll like whatever you do.” He smiles, reaching over the table to grab your hand. You quickly pull it back, pretending to itch your leg.
“You don't have any hobbies?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. You wanted to get the fuck out if here.
“You. You'll be my hobby. I could look at you all day.” He smiles. That made you groan.
“I think you need to have your own hobbies. Staring at me is not a hobby.” You say, checking your phone. You quickly typed a message to Lisa, begging her to call you with an emergency. It's only been 30 minutes of this date but you couldn't do it anymore.
Seconds later your phone rang, Lisa's name popping up on the screen. You gave Mark a slight smile before answering. She was laughing on the other end, but you put on a pretty convincing performance.
“What? Oh, Lisa!” You exclaim. “Yes of course, I will be right there.” You finish.
“Meet me at the Rook.” She says before hanging Up.
“I'm so sorry Mark, I have to go.” You tell him, grabbing your purse. “There's an emergency.”
“What happened?” He asks.
Fuck, you hadn't thought that far.
“Her…dad was hit by a..dog.” You stutter. “Yeah, just zoomed right under him, took him right out. He's in the hospital.” You say. “Thank you for a..evening.” You finish before darting out of the diner. You decided to walk, since you weren't far from the bar she wanted to meet at.
Pulling open the doors, you're met immediately with Lisa at a table with a few others you hadn't met yet. Others that would soon become just as close to you as Lisa.
“Y/N!” She screams, giving you a giant hug. “This is Jennie and Rose, Jongin, Kyungsoo, Baekhyun and Sehun.” She smiles introducing you to everyone. “So, how was your date?” She asks. You settle in at the table and begin telling them all about the 30 minutes you had just spent with Mark.
“He kept trying to touch me, saying that he'd do whatever I wanted him to do.” You sigh. “It was all very weird and he made me extremely uncomfortable.” You finish, finishing off your drink.
“Who made you uncomfortable?” You hear a deep voice from beside you. You glance over and see quite possibly the most attractive man you'd ever seen. He was tall, black hair parted just right. He wore a nicely fitting shirt, dark ripped jeans. He pulled up a chair beside you, sitting down and smiled at you.
“Ah, Y/N, this is Chanyeol.” Lisa smiles. “Y/N was just telling us about her date tonight.”
“If you could even call it that.” You laugh. “I only lasted 30 minutes before Lisa called me with an emergency.”
“Speaking of, what did you tell him the emergency was?” She asked.
You covered your face in embarrassment.
“I never said I was good at lying.” You start to defend yourself. “Your dad was hit by a dog.” You start to laugh. “It zoomed under him and took him out.”
Everyone stared at you before the table erupted in laughter.
“Oh my poor dad.” She laughs.
**
A few hours and a few drinks later, you were all paying your tabs, but first exchanging numbers with everyone at the table. You'd all made a plan in a few weekends to get together, there just happened to be a party at the EXO frat, and you, Lisa, Jennie and Rose were going to attend. You were happy to finally be making some new friends.
“Are you sure you're okay to get home?” Lisa asks you, as you sway outside the bar.
“I um, think so.” You giggle.
“Yeah okay.” She laughs. “Jongin?” she says, motioning towards you.
“I'll happily get her home.” He smiles, fuck he was hot. You glanced over at Chanyeol, but he had already turned to walk away.
Jongin wraps his arm around your waist, heading in the direction of your address, that Lisa had told him.
You shouldn't have drank so much
Before you knew it, you were standing in front of your apartment door, trying to unlock it, but it really didn't help that you were seeing two of the locks.
“Here.” Jongin laughs, taking your keys from you. He unlocks your door, allowing you to stumble in. He hands your keys back to you. You mumble a thank you as you walk in and crash on the house. You can faintly hear Jongin chuckle as he closes your front door. You wanted to get up to go to your bed, but unfortunately your body was already down for the count. You snuggled into the couch and very quickly drifted off to sleep.
**
You swear to god you felt like you died. You rolled off the couch, your neck was stiff, your body hurt. This is why you never slept on the couch, you felt like an old, frail woman after whose body was failing her.
“Fuck.” You cry out, trying to move your neck around as you make your way to the bathroom. You turn on your shower, as hot as you're able to stand before checking your phone. You'd been added to a group chat with all that you met last night. They were talking about their upcoming week, until Jongin asked about you.
[From: Jongin 10:08am] How are you feeling this morning, Y/N? 🤣
[From: Lisa 10:08am] she probably feels like shit lol
[To: Group 10:10am] hangover wise, I feel great. Body wise? I slept on my couch and I have a hunchback now.
[From: Baekhyun 10:11am] don't die on us now
[To: Group 10:12am] no promises. I'm pretty fucked up ha.
[From: Jongin 10:15am] I can straighten you out if you need
You stared at your phone with your mouth hanging open. Did he? Was he really hitting on you? Your phone dinged again.
[From: Lisa 10:16am] I'M SORRY WHAT
[From: Kyungsoo 10:16am] I'm going to throw up my breakfast.
[From: Jongin 10:17am] STRETCHING. You fucking pervs. But I mean.. 😉
You set your phone down, and got into the shower. Would you take Jongin up on the stretching? Probably not, the hot water was already helping. However, would you take him up on sex if he offered? Possibly, but there was one face you just couldn't get out of your head.
**
The weeks went by, and you spent more and more time with Lisa, Jennie, Kyungsoo, Baekhyun and Sehun and Chanyeol. You didn't see Chanyeol as much, but you would see him around school every once in a while and when you would see him, you were met with a smile and a wave. You really wanted to hangout with him more.
The night of the party finally arrived, you were getting ready with Lisa, Jennie and Rose. The way you all acted together, no one would have known that you had only met the other two a few weeks ago, it was like you'd known them for years. Music blasted through Jennies apartment as you all danced around while doing your makeup, hair and getting dressed. Pre-drinks flowed and already you were having so much fun, you couldn't wait to see what the rest of the night had in store for you. An hour or so later, the four of you walked into the house of EXO, immediately met by the smell of weed and sweat. People were drinking, smoking, dancing and it looked like everyone was having fun. You and Lisa made your way to the kitchen to grab a drink while Jennie and Rose went to talk to some people. After a few more shots, Lisa dragged you to the dance floor, where you both let loose. You felt a pair of hands slide behind you, grabbing your waist tightly. You looked up at Lisa who had a weird look on her face. Turning your head, you looked to see who was behind you. Immediately you were uncomfortable. It was Mark.
“Hi, baby.” He whispers into your ear. You look at Lisa with wide eyes, mouthing “help” to her.
“Bathroom break, c'mon Y/N.” She says, grabbing your hand to pull you away from him. She pulls you upstairs and into the bathroom, slamming the door behind you.
“Oh my god, thank you.” You breathe.
“Ew, what is he doing?” She says. “What did he say to you?”
“Hi baby.” You gag, remembering the feeling of his breath in your ear.
“Oh that's fucked up.” She laughs. You both wait a few minutes before you head out of the bathroom, looking down the hall to make sure he's not waiting for you. Luckily he isn't upstairs, and when you went downstairs, you didn’t see him. You breathed a sigh of relief. You and Lisa got another drink, heading back to the dance floor where you met the rest of the group. Hours had passed and you had forgotten about your little interaction with Mark. You had left the dance floor, sitting on the couch with someone you didn’t recognize immediately. He wore a sweater, ripped jeans and a hat that almost covered his face.
“You want a hit?” he asks, passing you a blunt. You’d smoked a few times before but not very often because of your parents. You happily took it, taking a few puffs before handing it back. He looks over at you, giving you a smile and that's when you saw.
“Chanyeol.” you smiled.
“Having fun?” he asks. You nod your head as you feel the weed mixed with alcohol hitting you.
“That may have been a bad idea.” you giggle. Chanyeol smiles at you. Before you can say anything, you’re being pulled off the couch by Jongin, who insists that you dance with him, so you do. His hands on your hips as you grind your ass into him, but your eyes never leave Chanyeol. He adjusts his hat, showing his eyes that are set on you. Chanyeol licks his lips as he watches you dance with Jongin, his hands moving up and down your body. Chanyeol leans forward, his eyes still trained on you, his arms now resting on his thighs.
When the song is over, Jongin asks if you want a drink, you decline, wanting to go back to Chanyeol but you were cut off.
“Hey you.” Mark smiles, stepping in front of you. “Why did you run off?” He asks, tilting his head to the side.
“I've been with friends.” You say, trying to push your way past him, going anywhere else. He grabs your wrist, tightening his grip.
“Why are you trying to leave? I'm talking to you.” He snaps.
“Look Mark, you seem nice.” You say, glancing down at his hold on you. “But it's just not going to work out between us.” you finish, trying to get him to release your arm.
“Why not?” He asks, holding you tighter.
“I'm just not interested.” You say, fighting his grip a little harder now. You were beginning to panic. Everyone was in their own little worlds, no one realizing what was going on.
“You haven't even given me a chance.” he spits. You can't be nice anymore. He just wasn't getting it.
“I don't fucking like you.” You yell, pushing him with your free hand. His grip loosens a little, allowing you to rip your arm from his hand. You turn to walk away, catching the eyes of Chanyeol, who was looking at you with a concerned look. You start walking towards him when you're pulled away, Mark's hand back on your arm, pulling you in the opposite direction, towards the front door. You looked back for Chanyeol but he wasn't there. Mark continues to pull you through the crowd. Panic was really starting to set in, until you came to an abrupt stop.
“Move.” Mark yells. You look ahead, seeing Chanyeol blocking the way.
“She doesn’t seem interested, dude.” Chanyeol deadpans, glancing down at Mark’s hand on your wrist. He grabs Mark’s arm, swiftly moving Mark’s hand from you. “Don't touch her, or we're gonna have a fucking problem.”
Mark stares at Chanyeol for a moment before looking back at you. He gives you a wink before he walks away.
You let out a breath that you hadn't realized you were holding. “Thank you.” You say to Chanyeol.
“Can I take you home?” He asks. You quickly look around for the other girls to say goodbye, but you can't see them.
“Please.” You half smile at him, heading towards the door.
The walk home was pretty quiet, until you were close to your building and Chanyeol spoke up.
“So that guy..” he starts.
“Was the guy I went on a date with a few weeks ago.” You confirm.
“That's crazy.” He laughs. “I mean, I can see the appeal though.” He smiles.
“It's just right up here.” You tell him, pointing to the building coming up. “Would you.. want to come up for a drink or something?” You ask. Chanyeol nods his head, as you both make your way into the building.
You really had planned on having a drink, but as you closed your door behind you, Chanyeol turned around, looking your body up and down. He stepped towards you, you stepped back, backing into the door.
“Just say no if you want me to stop.” He whispers.
You say nothing.
He crashes his lips onto yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth, both of your tongues tangling together as he deepens the kiss, pushing his body against yours. You quickly discard your coat onto the floor, never breaking the kiss. Chanyeol bends down, his lips leaving yours and moving to your neck as he puts his arms under your thighs, effortlessly picking you up, letting you wrap your legs around his waist. He pins you against the wall once again, freeing his hands as you're still wrapped around his body.
“Hope you didn't like this shirt too much.” He groans, Using both his hands to rip open your shirt, buttons flying everywhere.
That was so fucking hot.
He pulls the shirt off of you, throwing it wherever, he kisses your neck, moving down your chest. You flick his hat from his head, upset that you were the only one half naked.
“Bedroom?” he asks.
“Kitchen table.” You breathe.
He smirks, walking you to the table. He lays you down, pulling his shirt off in front of you.
Holy fuck.
He was a lot more muscular than you had originally assumed, he looked so fucking good. He reaches up, grabbing the waist of your jeans, he tugs them down, discarding them on the floor, leaving you in your bra and panties. You place your feet on the table as Chanyeol kneels down in front of you, peppering kisses between your thighs. You're so fucking wet, desperate and needy right now and this was not helping.
“Please.” You pant.
“Tell me what you want, baby girl.” He says, moving closer to your pussy but not close enough.
“Eat me.” You groan, spreading your legs even more. Chanyeol licks his lips as he moves your panties to the side, spreading your lips before he licks a strip up your wet pussy.
Fuck
“Mhmm.” Chanyeol groans, latching his lips to your clit. You back arches as he continues to lick and suck on your clit. Your eyes are closed as you feel him reach up, grabbing your tits, squeezing as he devours you. Your toes curl as he moves his mouth quicker, your hands make their way to his hair, gripping tightly as you push his face deeper into you, grinding your cunt on his face.
“Oh my fucking God.” You cry out, your orgasm building quickly. “Shit, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum.” You whimper just as your orgasm hits you, your eyes roll back into your head as your body works through the pure fucking euphoria you were feeling. Chanyeol takes one last slurp as he stands up, his rock hard cock pressing against his jeans.
He gives you a cocky smile as you sit up, your head spinning uncontrollably. “Wow.” You whisper, sliding off the table and down to your knees. You fumble with the button of his pants for a second before you get it undone, yanking his jeans and boxers down, letting his cock spring free.
You grab the base of him with your hand, licking the precum from his tip, before letting him shove his cock down your throat, as far as he could. You gag on him as he grips your hair. He thrusts his cock in and out of your mouth, tears falling down your cheeks, making your mascara run.
“Your fucking mouth feels so fucking good.” He groans, giving you one more hard thrust, before pulling his cock out. “I don't want to cum yet.” He breathes. You stand up, staring at him, he takes his thumb, smearing your mascara even more.
“Fuck that's hot.” he groans, bending you over the table. He stands behind you, his hard hands on your hips as he lines himself up with your entrance, his large cock stretching you out.
You cry out loudly as he shoves himself into you as far as he can go. He slowly pulls himself out before slamming back into you. Chanyeol grabs your hair, taking a clump in his hand to pull your head back before picking up his pace. His cock slams into you, hitting the perfect spot to build up another orgasm
“Right there, fuck, don't stop.” You scream. He lets go of your hair, pushing your head down, pressing your face into the table as he rams into you.
“Shit, you feel so fucking good.” He groans, not slowing down. Your apartment fills with the sounds of your skin slapping together, moans coming from both of you. The smell of sex and sweat filled the air as you came all over his cock, tightening your pussy around him. He pounds into you for a few more seconds before he finishes, releasing his cum inside of you.
He stands with his cock still inside you for a few seconds, both of you catching your breath. He pulls out of you, asking where the bathroom was. You continue to lay on the table, pointing in a direction, you weren't quite sure which one but he'd find it. You couldn't move, your legs didn't want to work right now. When he came out, he chuckled at you still laying against the table.
“Need some help?” He asks.
“please.” you half laugh. “I'm weak.”
Chanyeol laughs, scooping you up, taking you to your room, that he saw on the way to the bathroom. He laid you in your bed, covering you up with your blanket. He grabs your phone doing something quickly with it before pulling out his phone. He looks at it briefly, furrowing his brows.
“I gotta go, but I'll text you.” He smiles. You nod your head, your eyes already closed. chanyeol leans down, placing a small kiss on your lips before heading out.
Fuck you wished he'd stay.
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and now you're mine (yandere!kai)
pairing: yandere!kai x reader
word count: 3.6k
genre: smut, angst, yandere
warnings: yandere behavior, extremely dubious consent, noona kink, piv, yn has issues, references to stalking, kind of switch leaning dom kai?, some pussy eating, drugging, obsession, mental manipulation, dirty talk, a bit of mommy kink, kidnapping, some degradation and name calling
synopsis: kai has finally got you right where he wants you
a/n: this is a yandere story, meaning it contains many dark elements. please heed the warnings and don't read this fic if this type of content makes you uncomfortable. i do not condone the behavior exhibited in this fic and i don't believe the member featured would either.
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It wasn’t that you weren’t attracted to Kai, you definitely were. His extraordinarily handsome face with those full lips and strong jawline combined with his perfect body would’ve made you swoon at any other time but right now you just weren’t in the headspace for it. You’d just been dumped by your long term boyfriend (after you’d caught him cheating) a few weeks ago and your friends had pressured you to go on this date to get you out of the funk you’d been in since then. You had always had terrible luck with men and you were honestly on the verge of giving up on the male sex altogether. “The best way to get over a man is to get under another one,” your best friend had said, her best effort to convince you to meet Kai.
“Noona, what’s going on? Do you not feel well?” Kai looked at you concerned from across the table, his forehead kneaded and his lips in a slight pout. You must’ve zoned out while he was talking and you felt horrible as soon as you realised. You didn’t know Kai very well seeing as he was a co-worker of your friend’s but he seemed super sweet and he didn’t deserve to be treated like this.
“I’m sorry, Kai,” you said, giving him a small smile. “I’m just not feeling up for this. It’s nothing to do with you, I promise. You’ve been wonderful. I’m just not ready to date again and I shouldn’t have let myself be pressured into this. I’ve wasted both of our time. I should leave.”
You waited for his reaction and to your surprise he didn’t look angry or annoyed like most men would. Instead he gave you a smile and replied, “It’s okay. I understand. How about we have one more drink and then I take you home?”
You were relieved at his words but truthfully, you didn’t want to stay for one more drink. You wanted to go home, get into bed, and maybe watch Netflix before passing out, but you felt like it was the least you could do for him for being so understanding.
As the waitress brought the two of you another rum and coke each, you eyed Kai up and down. You definitely would’ve been all for this if you weren’t so hung up on your ex. You sipped your drink and continued chatting pleasantly with Kai. It wasn’t until about half way through your last drink that you began to feel a little woozy. You rested your head in your hands and closed your eyes, trying to keep your breathing even.
“Noona? What’s wrong?”
“I’m okay. I just probably shouldn’t have had that last drink. I really need to go now.” You tried to stand up, but a wave of dizziness made you sit right back down again.
“It’s okay,” Kai said, his voice soft and reassuring. “I’ll get you home.”
Kai got up and walked over to you. He gently helped you into a standing position. He had his arm around you and you were leaning almost your entire body weight on to him. He led you out of the bar and down the street.
“Kai,” you said, a bit sluggishly, “I live the other way.”
“I’m taking you to my place. It’s way nearer. Just until you sober up.”
You weren’t really in any type of position to argue so you allowed Kai to guide you to his apartment which was surprisingly close, just a few short minutes away. It was a walk up, above a shabby Thai restaurant and Kai had to carry you up the stairs. As soon as you got into his apartment, he sat you down on the couch. You were feeling worse than ever, not even able to take in the sparse surroundings, dizzy as well as sleepy.
Before you could say a word, Kai handed you a glass of water. You didn’t even know when he’d gotten it. “Drink up. This should help.”
You chugged half the glass of water down at once, feeling surprisingly thirsty as soon as he handed it to you. And he was right, drinking it did make you feel slightly better. “Thanks Kai. I really owe you. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I’m not usually such a lightweight.” You looked up at him from under your eyelashes and he was wearing an unreadable expression on his face. You raised the glass of water to your lips again but Kai pulled it away from you, spilling some in the process.
“That’s enough,” Kai said, and you looked up at him in confusion. “Actually, noona, I’m kind of mad at you,” he said, to your surprise.
“What? Mad?”
“Yeah,” he set the half empty glass on the coffee table loudly. “I was really looking forward to tonight and you couldn’t even stop obsessing over that loser ex of yours long enough to give me a real shot.”
“I’m sorry?” You were completely baffled at what was coming out of his mouth. You wondered if you were maybe misunderstanding what he was saying. Why would he be acting like this?
“It was rude, noona. You were rude to me. I think you owe me a proper apology.”
Your head still felt heavy but you felt weirdly alert now. You knew that you were in an unsafe situation and all you wanted to do was get out of here. “I’m sorry, Kai. I should’ve been more respectful of your time. It was rude of me, like you said. I should leave now and not waste even more of your time. I’ll just call a cab and get out of here… Wait, where’s my phone?”
You looked around yourself and couldn’t find it. You couldn’t see your purse either. Had he taken them? Kai knelt down in front of you and grabbed your jaw gently, forcing you to look him in the eyes.
“Words mean nothing. You need to show me how sorry you are.” Kai said.
You tried to pull away, but his grip tightened. “How would I do that?”
“You’re a smart woman. I know you know what I want.” As he said this, his eyes wandered over your body and you felt utterly disgusted at the realisation that hit you.
“I’m not going to fuck you, if that’s what you’re thinking. Are you insane?”
“Noona,” Kai said with a sigh, “I’m not going to let you leave here until you give me what I want.”
Your anger got the better of you and you slapped him across the face but he barely flinched. You realised now that he must’ve put something in that last drink of yours so that you would end up here with him, unable to fight back. The lethargy from whatever he’d drugged you with had made it so you couldn’t even defend yourself.
The slap seemed to have amused him and annoyed him simultaneously. He grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you down on the couch, getting on top of you. “You know what your problem is, noona? You’re a snob.”
“No…” you tried to protest but Kai covered your mouth with his hand, shutting you up.
“You are. You think you’re too good for me,” he said, almost sadly, his pout prominent. “Why? Is it because you make more money than me? Because I don’t live in a nice apartment like you? Because you’re older than me?”
He lifted his hand off your mouth and looked at you like he really wanted a response. “I don’t think I’m better than you, Kai, I swear. I’m just tired and want to go home.”
“Liar. And you’re not going home yet. I’m going to make you feel so good, I promise. Not that you deserve it.”
“Stop it, Kai,” you protested, but he didn’t seem to care. He had already pushed his hand up your dress and underneath your panties. As he touched your cunt, you both gasped.
“Hairless,” he said, smirking. “See? You wouldn’t have done that if you didn’t want me. But it’s okay noona, I don’t mind if you don’t wax either.”
He was talking like a crazy person. You had no idea that Kai was like this and you were getting more frightened by each passing second.
You slapped him again and this time he pinned your hand down, looking at you with those doe eyes. “I don’t like that. Please don’t make me hurt you. I really, really don’t want to hurt you. I only want to make you feel good. Okay?” He bent down and kissed you on the cheek, moving his way to your lips. You turned your head away and he grabbed you by the jaw again and forced a kiss on your mouth. Tears sprang to your eyes and you blinked them away. You didn’t want to show that kind of weakness in front of Kai.
“Don’t fight me,” he said gently. He had softened considerably from earlier as though he really was trying to keep you calm now. “Please.” He began pulling at your dress, trying to take it off.
“Noo… Please,” you begged, but your protests fell on deaf ears. Kai was so singularly determined to have you it seemed that there was nothing that you could do or say that was going to stop him. It was exhausting. You didn’t feel like fighting anymore. He was just too big and too strong and you were so tired. It was just so much easier to surrender to his will. You let him pull off your dress, leaving you in only your bra and panties sprawled out on his couch.
Kai looked you up and down and whistled, his lopsided smile coming over his features. “You’re even more beautiful than I thought you’d be. I don’t know how that’s possible.” He leaned down and kissed you again on the lips, more passionately this time, and you didn’t resist him. Despite your reservations, Kai was an excellent kisser and it felt good to be kissed again, to be desired again. You kissed him back automatically.
“Just be gentle with me, okay?” You said, as he broke the kiss.
He looked at you with eyes that were full of lust and you felt yourself clench involuntarily. Kai was undeniably sexy and as much as you hated yourself for it, you felt yourself growing wetter by the second. The panties you were wearing were white cotton, certainly not your sexiest, but they were already soaked through to the point that Kai could see your pussy.
He felt his cock twitch in his pants and it was all he could do not to devour you then and there. He’d been fantasising about this moment for so long, stroking his cock as he did so. Now that you were really here, almost naked underneath him, he thought he was going to burst. He knew he needed to calm down before he entered you. The idea of cumming his pants now that he was finally going to have you would be too humiliating to bear. Besides, he’d promised he’d make you feel good.
Kai took a few breaths, trying to think neutral thoughts while unhooking your bra and taking it off. He thought of what he’d eaten for breakfast that morning, about washing the dishes and putting them away, anything other than how fucking delicious you looked right now. Slowly, he pulled down your panties, savouring the moment your cunt was truly revealed to him.
As soon as he saw it, he knew he had to taste you. He couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to. He threw your panties to the ground and held your legs open. He leaned down and latched his mouth onto your cunt, giving your clit a lick. You squirmed as he did this but his grip on your legs kept them wide open.
“You taste so fucking good,” he said, licking his bottom lip. “Here, taste.” He kissed you on the mouth so you could taste your own arousal on his tongue. It was so erotic, tasting yourself mixed with his saliva. Kai made his way down your neck and to your breasts, biting and sucking on the way, being sure to leave marks. When he got to your nipple, he drew a circle on it with his tongue before beginning to suck on it as well. As his teeth grazed your areola, you yelped in pain but he didn’t stop. He bit it, just hard enough for you to yelp again.
“Kai… That hurts…” you moaned out.
“But you like it,” he smirked.
You did. Kai knew you more than you thought he could and you weren’t sure if you were alarmed or aroused by the thought of it.
“I need to fuck you now, noona,” Kai said suddenly, like he couldn’t hold back anymore. He took off his shirt to reveal his perfectly chiselled body and you couldn’t help but bite your lip a little. Fuck, he was sexy. He stood up to pull off his pants and underwear, and you admired his gorgeous body. Why did you have to find him so damn attractive?
He took his cock in his hand and gave it a few strokes. He was already rock hard but was getting himself ready for you. He knelt down between your legs and used his cock to tease your pussy lips, savouring the feel of the wetness on his tip.
“You want me to put it in?” He asked, making eye contact with you. He wanted you to want it, to beg for it, even.
“Yes please, Kai,” you replied, spreading your legs open further to his delight. “I want your cock so bad. Please put it in.”
He grinned as pushed himself into you slowly, eliciting a moan from you both. God, he just felt so good filling you up. Hearing you moan with pleasure from something he was doing almost enough to make him cum right there on the spot but he was able to hold firm, closing his eyes and going through the inane motions of his day again. He began moving within you, slowly, hoping to build up a steady pace that wasn’t too much for him.
“Feels good,” you moaned. Kai just felt so in tune with your body in a way that no one had ever been before, certainly not your ex.
“Yeah, you like it?” He asked, continuing to fuck you while he kissed your jawline. “You’re such a greedy fucking girl, noona…”
You giggled and put your hand in Kai’s hair, grabbing and tugging it a little so that he looked up at you. “You better make me cum tonight or you’re never going to get to fuck me again, baby.”
He raised his eyebrows at your challenge. “I don’t think it’ll be too hard. You’re literally gushing for me. You want me as much as I want you.” He used one hand to reach down and slowly begin playing with your clit, causing you to gasp. “I own this pussy already.”
You moaned in pleasure as he continued to rub your clit, the feeling of his cock pounding away inside you while his fingers were on your sweet spot was enough to almost push you over the edge. Kai, seemingly sensing this, stopped his ministrations, holding himself still.
“Kai!” You exclaimed, half frustrated and half amused. “I was close.”
“No way, noona. You can’t make it that easy for me.” He pulled out of you and sat down beside you on the couch, his back against the sofa cushions. “Get on top of me. I’m gonna make you work to cum.”
Annoyed, you did as he said. Straddling him, you took his length in your hand and lined it up with your entrance. This time it was your turn to tease him, lowering yourself onto him halfway and clenching. Kai grabbed your hips and forced you down onto him, while thrusting his own hips up into you. He looked almost irritated. “Don’t fucking tease me,” he said. It was jarring how he seemed to go back and forth between playful and serious. “You’re going to cum all over my cock like the good little slut you are… My slut,” he added.
You reached down and grabbed his shoulders for purchase. You bounced on his cock while he grabbed your ass. “Yes Kai, I’m your slut,” you whined out breathlessly. As crazy as it sounded after everything that had happened that night, you wanted to be his, to be owned by him. Being with him felt right and safe. He grabbed you and kissed you again and you moaned into his mouth.
“That’s right. Mine. Tell me how much you love it.”
“I love being your slut, Kai…” you moaned.
“And I’m the best you’ve ever had, right? You’ve never been fucked so good before, have you?”
“Never.”
You could feel your orgasm getting closer and it was making you desperate, you babbled incoherently about how much you loved his cock, how much you loved getting fucked by him, how you wanted him to own your body. “I’m gonna cum, Kai, please, please let me cum this time.”
“Of course, noona, you’ve been such a good girl,” Kai replied. “Cum for me,” he said, nipping at your jawline while fingering your clit.
It only took a few seconds to push you over the edge. The orgasm wracked your entire body as you let out an,”Oh my god, Kai!”
Watching you cum for him, and on him, felt like it was going to make him crazy. He used his strength to keep fucking up into you even as you came down from your orgasm. He was going to cum and he wanted to, no, he had to, do it inside you. He would ask your permission, but it didn’t matter what you said, he knew he was going to do it anyway.
“Noona… I’m gonna cum too… Won’t you let me cum inside your pretty pussy? Please?”
You panicked a little. You weren’t on any type of birth control and you knew that you were due your period in about two weeks, so it was likely a dangerous time for this.
“No, Kai… It’s not safe… Not tonight. Next time,” you replied gently, trying to climb up off his cock but he held you on to it firmly.
“Please, noona,” he said, his voice coming out with a whine. “Please… I’ve been such a good boy, haven’t I? I made you feel good, right? Haven’t I been such a good boy for you, mommy?”
Mommy. No one had ever called you that before. You hadn’t expected it, but the use of that word did something to you. You felt yourself clench.
“Yes, baby. You’ve been such a good boy,” you relented, grabbing his face and kissing him on the cheek. You whispered into his ear, “Cum inside mommy.”
With that Kai flipped you on your back while you were still on his cock. He was on top of you now and he sped his pace up, releasing himself inside you with a groan. He collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily.
After a few seconds, the two of you readjusted yourselves on the couch so that Kai was laying flat on his back on the couch while you were laying on your side beside him, half on top of him. You laid your head on his chest, feeling his heart pounding inside of it.
“You know what this means, right?” Kai said, running a hand in your hair.
“Mmm? What does it mean, baby?” You were on the verge of falling asleep at that moment but you forced yourself to stay awake.
“You belong to me now. No one else can touch you ever again.”
“Is that right?” You asked with a sleepy giggle. “And what if I don’t agree to this?” You looked up at him, batting your lashes.
He shrugged. “It’s not really up to you.”
“So what? You make my decisions for me now?”
Kai smirked but said nothing, kissing you on the forehead.
You opened your mouth to argue but then shut it again. To be honest, you were exhausted and what he was proposing didn’t sound so bad at the moment. It would be nice to be able to not think and put all your responsibilities on Kai.
You closed your eyes and fell asleep quickly. Kai slipped out from underneath you, careful not to wake you. He picked you up and carried you bridal style to his small bedroom where he put you down on his bed. He smiled to himself at how deep a sleeper you were, you hadn’t moved a muscle when he moved you. He covered you in a blanket and planted a kiss on your cheek before putting on some pajama bottoms and making his way on to the balcony to smoke a cigarette.
Everything had gone perfectly tonight and he couldn’t help but feel a little giddy. You were his, you hadn’t even argued. All those months of watching you and waiting, convincing your friend to set the two of you up had finally paid off. Tomorrow he’d take you to a secluded house in the forest where he could truly keep you all to himself. He didn’t want you to look at anyone else and he didn’t want anyone else to look at you either. Everything was set up there, the locks on the doors and windows so you couldn’t escape even if you decided you had regrets.
Kai put his cigarette out and tossed it over the balcony. He watched it flicker for a few seconds on the cement below before dying completely, excitedly thinking about what the next day would bring.
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Summary: Being trans is hard, but every day is bearable, with Jongin by your side.
Word Count: 3.2k
Pairing: Kai x Nonbinary Reader
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Gender Dysphoria, Body Worship.
It was the scariest day of your life, when you finally came out to your partner. You had been putting it off for months, terrified of his reaction. You went to both your doctor and your psychiatrist appointments alone, never telling Jongin what was happening. It was only days before starting testosterone treatment, when you finally broke down and told him.
“Nini, I’m transgender,” You had stuttered, “I’m nonbinary, I’d like you to use they/them pronouns for me now, and I’m changing my name.”
Nothing could have prepared you for how well this would be received. The smile on his face was enough to light up the world, and to ease every ounce of anxiety you had felt for the last few months, or even longer really, since you had been internally fighting the reality of your gender for so long.
“I love you,” He had replied with tears in his eyes, matching your own, “I’m so proud of you, and I’ll always love you.”
From that day on, Jongin accompanied you to your doctor’s appointments, and he held your hand when you had your first testosterone shot, the needle terrifying him more than it did you, though this was the best distraction from the pain, as you teased him about it while the doctor injected you.
It was cute, the questions that Jongin asked, ones you didn’t always know the answers to. Technical, scientific questions, like when will your voice drop? or when will your body change? and so many more, all of which you answered to the best of your ability, even if you had to google search for some of them.
He was your biggest supporter, every day telling you how handsome you were, helping you buy new clothes to feel better about yourself, even going as far as to offer to pay for your top surgery scheduled a few months down the track. You were so grateful to him, as the most important person in your life, his caring and kind nature kept you going every day.
———
It had been about a month of being out, when in a fit of dysphoria, Jongin finds you crying over your reflection in the bathroom mirror.
“Jagi,” He hushes you, “What’s wrong?”
You look up at yourself, your eyes are red and puffy, tear stains all down your cheeks, and then you glance at your partner’s reflection, his eyes are wide with concern for you.
“I hate how I look,” You sigh, tugging at your hair tied back in a bun, it is too feminine, “I can’t do this.”
Jongin pouts at you as he moves to untie your hair, running his fingers through it before twisting it up again, in some attempt to style it, and as upset as you are, it makes you laugh.
“Should we go to the hairdressers?” He asks, “I did some research the other day, there’s a trans-friendly salon not too far from here.”
Your heart skips a beat at the idea, it is so simple, but you are sure that it will make the biggest difference to how you see yourself, and how others do too, at least in the meantime until testosterone really changes how you look.
“Please, Nini,” You nod, “That would be amazing.”
You haven’t even finished agreeing before Jongin has his phone in his hand, dialling the number of the salon to book you in. You stare at yourself in the meantime, trying to imagine a style that will suit you best, but it’s hard, you are not feeling good at all today, especially not after all the crying.
“Can you be ready for an appointment in an hour?” He asks, “Or would tomorrow be better?”
As you stare into the mirror, you know that this can’t wait, that you would probably take clippers and shave your head if you are forced to look at yourself any longer.
“I can be ready,” You reply, “I just need to wash up.”
Jongin turns you around, forcing you to look away from the mirror and to him instead. He kisses you gently, one hand on your waist while the other holds your cheek, keeping you close to him for a moment, his way of making sure you are okay.
“I love you,” He murmurs as he slowly pulls away, “We need to leave in 30 minutes.”
You rinse your face at the sink, washing away your tears, and you dry your face with your towel, applying a little moisturiser before you exit the bathroom. Jongin is waiting for you, he has your bag in his hand, while his own is slung over his right shoulder.
“Come on, baby,” He urges you, “Let’s go.”
You take his hand, following him out to his car. You are nervous, to say the least. You know that this will be a good thing for you, it is going to make a huge difference to your self esteem and to the way that you see yourself, but you are still terrified.
Jongin can tell too, holding your hand in his while he drives, he tries to distract you with endless stories about the latest things he has been working on, group projects, another solo release, and the new collaboration he is a part of with yet another designer label. He is always so busy, and you are grateful for it, to be able to stand beside him while he gains his success, and you are able to expand on your own too, it is perfect.
“I love you,” You tell him as he parks his car on the side of the road, “Thank you for always taking care of me.”
Jongin leans over the centre console to kiss you before you both get out of the car, holding hands to cross the street to the salon. You are greeted at the door by the receptionist, and she names and genders you correctly which makes you smile wider than you have today. Jongin relinquishes his grip on your hand, moving to take a seat in the waiting area while you follow the hairdresser to her station.
“Your partner told me you’re ready for a real change,” The hairdresser says, “Were you thinking full masculine? I think you would suit an undercut, with a messy fringe, what do you think?”
You realise that you had not even got that far, but you find yourself nodding, throwing all nerves out the window as you trust the hairdresser’s opinion. You are sure that with her years of training, she would have a keen eye for the right styles to suit your face. She smiles at you reassuringly, as if she can sense your apprehension, and you try to ground yourself as she drapes the hairdressers cape around your neck.
Before she starts, you glance over at Jongin to see him staring at you, and he smiles as he catches your eye before you turn back to the mirror again. This is it, the change is happening now, you take one final deep breath before relaxing, and you watch the hairdresser as she gets to work.
You try not to focus too hard as the hairdresser does her thing, though you notice how much lighter you feel already, even without seeing the style. It takes about an hour or so, until you are sitting back in the chair after having your hair washed, and the hairdresser is doing the final touch ups after drying your hair off.
“It’s done,” She tells you, turning around to grab a mirror from her trolley so that you can see the back, “What do you think?”
It is like a different person is staring back at you, when you look up at the mirror. In a good way though, as if this is who you were meant to be all along. Sure, you still feel feminine, your features are softer than you want them to be, but the hair… It is so good.
“I love it,” You reply, unable to contain your smile, “Thank you, thank you so much.”
Jongin sees you stand, and he gets up immediately to join you. If you thought that he had looked at you lovingly before, you have no words to describe the way that he stares now.
“You look so handsome,” He says breathlessly, “Baby… wow.”
It is not often that you stun Jongin like this, and his reaction has you blushing. You take his hand, and he walks you up to the front desk where he pays for the haircut, accepting only a kiss from you when you try to convince him to let you cover the cost.
“Thank you,” You say as you lean your head on his shoulder, “Are we going home now?”
Jongin takes you a hand to your waist, leading you out of the salon and back to his car as he shakes his head.
“I was thinking we could go for lunch first,” He replies, “Unless you’d rather not?”
You take a second to think it over, and you know that though the person you were this morning would say no, you left them behind with the hair on the salon floor. You are better now, stronger, more confident, and you want to prove to both yourself and the world that you can do this.
“I’d love to,” You reply easily, “Anywhere with you is perfect.”
———
Your meal is incredible, and the way that Jongin stares at you the whole time is even more so. You are flustered under his gaze, self-conscious although you know that he means well. It is hard to accept yourself, though Jongin accepts and loves you more than ever.
“Are you right?” You ask him as you lift your hands to shield your red cheeks once you finish your meal, “You haven’t stopped looking at me the whole time.”
“I’m fine,” Jongin replies without hesitation, “I just… can we go home now?”
You are surprised but relieved at his request, more than ready to no longer be out in public, grateful that your partner is just as much of a homebody as you are. You nod your agreement as you stand up, and the two of you walk to the counter for Jongin to pay once again, before you leave the cafe together.
“You really do look incredible,” Jongin says as he turns the keys in the ignition of his car, “I hope you feel better now too, you do, right?”
“I do,” You nod at him, taking his hand again once he is on the road, “Thank you always, for everything.”
Jongin laughs, squeezing your hand in his, “Stop thanking me, loving you is the bare minimum, you deserve the world.”
It’s corny, but you don’t mind, it makes you so happy that he loves you so much, and you feel exactly the same way about him. You spend the short drive home leaning on the headrest and staring at Jongin’s side profile, forever amazed that someone as incredible as him loves you.
You are home soon, following Jongin inside, both sighing contentedly as you take your shoes off at the door. You are exhausted, lifting a hand to your head to comb your fingers through your hair and reminding yourself that it is short now, all gone, so masculine.
“One minute,” You mumble as you head off down the hallway to the bathroom, though you hear Jongin’s footsteps behind you anyway.
As you stand in front of the mirror that you were crying at only a few hours ago, Jongin resumes his stance behind you, with his arm over your shoulder to gently caress your cheek. You feel tears threatening to fall again, and you take a deep shaky breath to try and stop them.
“You are perfect,” Jongin says, “I feel like a broken record, but fuck, you are perfect.”
This time you shake your head, your insecurities surfacing once more. You are not perfect, Jongin is lying to placate you, there is nothing even close to perfect about you.
“I’m a fake,” You sigh, “I’m never going to look the way that I want to… I should just accept it.”
Jongin doesn’t hide his shock, concerned as you begin to cry once more. All of the emotions that you have been trying to hold in for so long are now coming up, and all you want to do is disappear.
“Baby, don’t say that,” Jongin replies, “Why do you think that?”
You reflect for a moment, uncertain of your answer. It is hard being this way, in a world full of people who don’t understand or accept you, how are you supposed to love yourself?
“I’m tired, Nini,” You say, “The world will never see me for who I am, I’m always going to be an outlier… I can’t do this, I hate who I am.”
Jongin doesn’t hesitate this time, turning you around to face him, so that you can no longer look at yourself. The way that he looks at you is enough to leave you breathless, the love in his eyes is enough to fill your whole world, but it is hard to get out of your head, it is so fucking hard to find a way out of the negative spiral you are in.
“I love you,” Jongin proclaims, “All of you, my handsome, beautiful partner. You deserve to see yourself the way that I see you, and not care about the rest of the world.”
It is sudden, when he kisses you, and you cling to him as if he is your life force. Fists balled in his shirt as you kiss him back, your tears fall in a steady stream down your cheeks, but you are trying not to be sad anymore.
“The people who matter will accept you,” He continues between kisses, “And if they don’t accept you, they don’t matter.”
He’s right, you know that he is, but you still care, it is ingrained in you to base your worth off the perception of others. It’s getting harder though, to think, as Jongin continues to kiss you, as you feel the back of your thighs hit the bathroom counter. Jongin’s hands are in your hair, his fingers lazily examining the now shaved back and sides, and it tickles, euphoric.
“Baby, you’re incredible,” He murmurs, nipping gently at your bottom lip, “You look so fucking hot like this.”
You gasp into the kiss, giggling as he lifts you up off the ground and guides you to sit on the counter. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist to bring him closer to you, moving your hands to his broad shoulders as the kisses grow deeper.
“Tell me again,” You stutter, “Make me believe you, please.”
Jongin had been waiting for you to ask, this is evident, as with each kiss he grinds into you, and you can feel how hard he has grown. His hands are less gentle now, working to pull your t-shirt off, and eagerly tugging at the button and fly of your jeans.
“You’re perfect,” He repeats, as you lift your hips up, giving him access to tear your jeans down your legs, “You deserve the world, you are everything to me.”
His compliments flow so easily, and you allow yourself to take them, as if they are natural to you, as if you believe them, in this moment not caring whether you really do or not. All you care for is him, how badly you want him, and how badly you want to see yourself how he does.
“I love you,” He continues, his hands on your thighs to spread them apart once you are both completely naked, your back against the mirror, “I’ll always love you, all of you.”
You move your hands to his waist as he comes closer to you, each second growing needier than the last, each word he says echoes the way that you feel about him. You think he is perfect, and you will always love him too.
“I need you,” You whine, “Please, Nini… don’t want to wait.”
As his hands travel further up your legs, you whimper into his mouth in anticipation, and your hands instinctively reach for his cock, certain that you are ready, not caring if it is going to hurt at all.
“Jagi,” He replies, his fingers tracing tantalisingly slow over your core, “Fuck, you are so wet already.”
You grab his forearm, forcing his hand as you try to pull him closer to you, with your other hand in his hair to keep him kissing you, and you lock your ankles behind his knees to close the remaining distance between you.
“Just fuck me already,” You demand, “Come on, you know you want it too.”
Jongin chuckles, though you watch his pupils dilate, he loves it when you get bossy with him, and he happily obliges your order. His hand moves to on top of yours wrapped around his cock, and he guides you to line him up with where his fingers were teasing only a few moments ago.
“Oh,” You gasp, attempting to meter your breathing as he enters you, “Oh shit.”
He is slow at first, as expected, gentle as he thrusts forward until you take him in all the way, letting you adjust to his size while he too adjusts to the tightness, though you know it will get easier soon as you remind yourself to relax.
“I’ve got you,” Jongin soothes, as he pulls back to then thrust in again, “Fuck, baby, oh god you feel so good every time.”
You are rendered almost speechless as Jongin speeds his movements up, the pattern and rhythm is perfect, as always. Jongin moves his hand to the back of your head, protecting you from knocking it into the mirror as he fucks you harder, each thrust has you crying out for him louder than the last.
“Fuck,” You gasp breathlessly, “Shit, Nini, you hit so fucking deep like this.”
All you can focus on is him, as he continues to praise you, telling you every detail about you that he loves, leaving nothing unsaid. He fills your heart with his words as perfectly as he fills your cunt with his cock and you feel yourself so close to the edge, though you are sure that Jongin will not slow down.
“Please, my love,” Jongin moans, pressing his forehead to yours, and you can feel the sweat beaded on his brow as it touches yours, “I need you to cum for me, don’t hold back, okay?”
It isn’t hard to obey him, you needed this just as much, and his words are the key to your release as much as the way that he fucks you is. You feel yourself begin to convulse before your high comes to peak, moaning Jongin’s name against his lips as he fucks you perfectly through it, his own release following mere moments later.
“I love you,” You manage to speak, “I love you so much.”
Jongin’s chest heaves as he attempts to catch his breath upon slowing down, though he does not make an attempt to pull out of you just yet.
“I love you too,” He replies, “My beautiful, handsome life partner. I love you, every single part of you.”
You are blessed, and you know it. Despite the hardships that you face due to being transgender, Jongin is there for you through it all. You know that this life is not always easy, but you are even more sure of the fact that your beautiful partner will be there for you at the end of every day. To pick you up, to make you smile, and to remind you that you are loved and supported, no matter what.
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