iluvkai

Kai was kind, to the extent of missing the subtle hints girls threw at him casually, as if it was not blatantly obvious how taken he was. You could be all but draped across his lap, fingers brushing back his hair, tucking it behind his ear, whispering sweet nothings, and they would still ogle him from across the room, counting down the seconds until you swept away to the bathroom so they could ask for his number.

It happened almost every time you watched him order your drinks, leaning over the bar, casual in his waiting, looking over his shoulder to make sure that you hadn’t moved, that you hadn’t been picked up by some other man waiting for him to leave. You had the keen ability of avoidance, blaming the loud music, or your outright distaste as an excuse not to turn to lame attempts at retrieving your number. But Kai was a puppy, so ready to help, so willing to hear out the next girl's whine at her glass being empty, or help clean the accidental spill they just so happened to make when reaching out to touch his shoulder.

He never could hear over the music; you knew this from the number of times you would have to repeat yourself in one of the back booths. Every time he missed something, he would give the same look, lips slightly pouted, and pink, eyes wide as if it would help him pull in whatever you were saying, and he would lean in, tilting his ear just a centimeter closer to his shoulder, and listen, wait. You loved it, talking low on purpose just so he would pull you closer, turn all his attention towards you as if you hadn’t already had it before.

It was a part of his charm, his attention to the smallest sign of distress, no matter how played up it was. And you would watch them, how casual it all seemed, as this girl at the bar held up a menu, pointing a manicured finger at the five listed drinks: old-fashioned, dry martini, negroni, gin and tonic, the infamous rum and coke, the basic menu from here to the local bar carts in homes all across the world. You didn't even need to be next to him to know how he would hum in question, tilting his head, leaning in, listening, wanting to help, no matter how small.

The girl would mutter something, laugh as if she couldn’t believe how tiny the menu was, questioning, "What do you recommend?" And Kai would answer with a shrug, commenting something along the lines of " my girlfriend gets…" or "my girlfriend always recommends…" because you found that your jealousy did not bloom from anything he did, not when he found any excuse to mention you in conversation without even trying, but it came from some bitter twisted possessive part of you that seethed at the sight of girls still attempting to flirt with him when you had left a clear iridescent kiss stain on the edge of his jaw from your lips gloss in plain view.

Sometimes it was true, you were a bit ridiculous, jealous over nothing, letting it stew until Kai kissed you, or let his hand slip into the back pocket of your jeans. Sometimes they really were just asking for recommendations, but more likely than not, you knew the next question coming, the smile, the eyes, the "and your name is?…" that followed. It was his sweet nature that made him smile, the manners you would never want to change in him that led him to answer, time and time again.

It was only when they offered to write their number down, asked for his phone to enter it, or vice versa, that he finally understood. He would flush all over, pink and stuttering, looking over at you, pointing in your direction, declaring, "Oh no no no, I have a girlfriend," picking up your drinks and offering them luck with their menu choices before leaving back to you, where he belonged.

You never blamed him, not when he had been so clueless to your advances, not even after stealing kisses and hours of time together; he hadn’t believed you wanted him as badly as he wanted you.

Maybe it should have gotten easier after seeing it happen so often, enough so you knew the routine, knew how they would watch him walk away, eyes tracing the line of his body, his broad shoulders, his back. You had mastered the glowering response you shot back over your shoulder time and time again; the saying never had come true, but if looks could kill, you didn't think you'd mind the devastation if it meant he’d still be yours.

"What's the matter?" Kai asked, setting your drinks down, siding into the same side of the booth as you, fingers cold from the condensation on the glasses, as he rested his hand on your thigh, tracing the same mindless pattern he knew you were so fond of.

"Nothing," you lied, slinking your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, not caring about the spectacle of PDA, not when he responded so well. Maybe you felt a little guilty about it, but it was only after the first few kisses, the ones where your eyes were open, looking across the bar, for only as long as it took for the recipient of your death glare to finally back down.

You knew he liked it, the jealousy that coiled out of you and curled around him as warm as your fingers curling into fists. Kai would never admit it, not after the first time with how flushed he had been, confused, concerned, and inevitably turned on. Sure, he didn't know exactly when he was being hit on entirely, he found the fine line of flirting and friendly miles away when they were in fact blurry, but what he knew was that you turned into another person in this bar. You had never kept yourself hidden from the fact that you wanted him, but here, under the hazy, warm, golden glow of the low lights, you needed him.

What was your jealousy if not a reflection of the need to have him, claim him? Maybe it should have turned him away, but it put a spot light over the fact that you too felt as clingy as he secretly wished he could display to you day to day without the fear of you turning him away. Here, under the watchful eyes of women who wanted him, and men who wanted you, both of you felt raw and vulnerable. So you took charge, soaking into the possession, and he loved it. loved the way you leaned into him, fingers curling into his hair, tugging enough to make the strands messy, tugging enough to make him groan in the back of his throat.

In the corner of the room, like this, no one could see over the lip of the booth you sat against, no one unless they walked this far back. So you leaned into kissing him, closing your eyes, your slow gentle kisses melting him until all he can think is how warm you are, how soft your thigh under his fingertips feels along the hem of your short-short skirt.

It always went like this, right until the moment you slipped your tongue into his mouth, the moment when you widened your thighs by only a millimeter, but he could tell, he always could. He would pull away, pressing his forehead to yours as if it pained him to tell you no. because it did, and just as you knew the script would go, he muttered, "We can't," as if he never had before.

"Why?" It was not a real question, not one he needed to answer, not that he could as you kissed the edge of his lips, making him stutter.

"b-because," you dragged a hand down the front of his chest, feeling the rise and fall under your palm as you tilted your head, kissing his jaw, right over the spot your lip gloss had stained. His lashes flutter, mind short-circuiting at the ghosting of your teasing mouth. He had no good argument, not one better than they might see, but you had disproven that only a month or two ago, the first time he had broken, so hard in his jeans that he didn't care who saw, so long as you wrapped your fingers around him and not the cold glass you would have reached for if he denied you.

You had giggled then, so cruel as he whimpered low enough for only you to hear, your lips kissing over the mole on his neck, peppering him with praise until he was almost crying, his lashes so heavy with unfallen tears, eyes rimmed red, nose and lips to match as he twisted his mouth shut, fighting with everything in him not to moan as loudly as you deserved to hear, as loudly as you wanted him to, just prove a point.

No one had seen the way he had finished, his face pressed into the hollow of your neck, his groans vibrating against your collarbone, the sound drowned out by the music, and you had gotten everything you had wanted, cleaning away the cum on the back of your hand with a cocktail napkin.

You hadn’t let him live it down. Gone was the shy boy who had blushed at you holding hands in front of his friends, and here was the man who let you jerk him off slowly under the table of a bar.

"You loved it last time," you whispered right along the shell of his ear, the hair was rising on the back of his neck, like all eyes would be on him, and he just realized how much he liked the idea, that if anyone would see they would know that you had wanted him enough to not even wait until you made it home to the sanctity of your bedroom. "or do you need a reminder?" your hand slipped along the front of his stomach, nails scratching a trail like a reminder that you were real, and so willing.

He dropped his free hand not on your thigh, to grab your wrist, to stop you from moving lower, from discovering how easy he was, how hard you had gotten him. he tried to say something, anything, but he was like a fish, opening and closing his mouth, attempting to grasp onto some reality, something that wasn't a denial.

You loved this, loved it because it was not something he gave to everyone, it was not a friendly attempt at help, giving into casual conversation to please, but an attempt at keeping himself in check from needing you. Maybe it should have been for your eyes only, something you never wanted anyone to see, even by accident, but with your blood still radiating with jealousy, you didn't care. instead you let a single finger fall to his zipper, applying little pressure, dragging down and down until he shivered, eyebrows pulling in like a plea for you to have mercy on him. Only you couldn't tell if it was to stop or continue.

"Want me to stop?" you asked so innocently, like you were concerned for him. But he knew you, the same as you knew him. You knew his answer, could tell how desperate he was already feeling by the way he started to move his hips, unnoticeable if he hadn’t used the hold he had on your hand to press your palm flat against the aching bulge in his pants.

"N-no," it was the only word he could get out, his nails digging into the soft flesh of your inner thigh. He dropped his head, hair falling into his eyes as he caught sight of the way your skin looked between his fingers, his knuckles red, disappearing under the hem of your skirt.

He was shy in his touching but not unskilled, fingers dipping closer and closer until connecting right against the shameless wet spot on your panties. Kai groaned, low and heady. To him, this was a heaven he never should have entered; he didn't deserve you, didn't deserve this. It was all he could think of as you unzipped his pants, hand so warm as you found his already leaking cock, and pressed your thumb right against his slit to watch him crumble.

You leaned in to kiss him again, to swallow down the sound of his tearful whine. He hated the teasing, the slow movements, the swirl of your thumb, but like this, it needed to go slow; any faster, and he wouldn't recover, and you wouldn't have much fun.

Kai tried to match the slow drags of your hand on him, to replicate the sensation against your clit, and he knew he had you the moment your hips began to move in time with his. He pushed past your panties, sliding his fingers along the seam of you, teasing until you knew it was payback, until you knew he wanted you to fall right next to him. The lights, the music, started to fade, his attention focused on the way you had to break the kiss to gasp, his mouth chasing the sound until you were flustered, muttering, "Not so shy about people seeing now, are you?"

He didn't even attempt to dignify himself with a clever response, not when he finally pushed his fingers into your cunt, curling just right to hear you moan into his mouth, your thighs closing around his wrist, and he couldn't help but mutter, "You're so fucking perfect." 

It went straight to your head, his soft voice like a thank you to an answered prayer, like he hadn’t expected himself to confess so easily. Your grip on his cock tightened just enough for him to whimper, just enough for him to realize you weren't going to play nice, no matter how innocent he acted. "Really?" you hum, kissing him once, twice, as a distraction before you accused, "because sometimes you don't make it seem that way," 

kais response is quick, like you had slapped him, he whines, trying to pull away from your kiss even when he didn't want to, shaking his head like he had done some great disservice to you, your relationship. "What-"

"Giving all these other girls your attention," you flick your wrist, hand cupped right over his tip, ready to pull away as you mutter, "Do you really think I wouldn't notice?" 

Kai gapes, blinking back at you like he can't believe what you're saying, the heel of his palm pressed to your clit, his fingers still moving slowly like they are following his train of thought. "But- I- I wasn't-" he’s flushed pink, the blush creeping up his neck from embarrassment, "she only asked a question." 

"and you leaned in…" you mimicked the movement, pushing in closer than he had, until your chest was pressed up against him, his eyes flickering down to your low-cut top, to the uneven rise and fall of his chest in comparison to your steady breathing. "giving her all you're attention while I sit here, alone," you press your nose to the soft spot just below his ear, the scent of his cologne washing over you so dizzying like this as he whimpers like you've wounded him. 

"I-I'm sorry, baby, please, I was just-" you roll your hips on his hand, his fingers having stilled at his attempt at apologizing, and you only chuckle, half choked as he understands what you want, what you need, meeting your movements and helping you ride his fingers even as he’s struggling to find words. 

"Helping her?" you add for him, matching his pace, jerking your fist on him slowly until he’s attempting to fuck up into your hand, "like I'm helping you?" you press your thumb right against his slit again, until he jolts, biting his lip hard enough to hurt, and you're glad the music is loud enough to cover the strangled cry he hopelessly tried to cover. "do you think she could handle you like this? too needy for your own good, desperate enough to get jerked off in a bar than wait until we at least get to the car. greedy enough to have your hand shoved up my skirt. I mean, look at you," 

Kai shakes his head, his eyes pinching shut, adams apple bobbing up and down as he swallows down his pitiful whimpering. "can't even control yourself. How quick until you cum on my hand? Last time it didn't take long, you remember that, huh? You didn't even have the decency to finger me then, maybe you didn't think you could get me off as quickly as you can when we are alone," you nip at his skin, kissing over the spots growing cold as you whisper, "performance anxiety? Or are you just that lazy?" 

The memory is all but hazy as it surfaces, just how embarrassed he had been then, how he had let you have him so easily, how he had still been hard as you tucked him back into his jeans, how you had to walk in front of him as you left, how when you let him fuck you he couldn’t help but finish just as fast. The lewd nature of what you had done in the bar still played through in his mind until he couldn’t help but imagine everyone knowing you had been his and his alone if he had only been crazy enough to touch you back right there in the same booth you sat now. 

"I'm sorry-" he gasped, tears welling, fingers picking up their pace, finding the perfect spot and pressing, and pressing. "I'll be better-" 

"Will you?" You can hardly ask, throat tight with a moan you shamelessly want to let out, you didn't even care who heard anymore, not when this was your favorite part. Kai broke so neatly, snapped down the middle like perforated chocolate, until all you wanted to do was sink your teeth in, and he would never deny being devoured by you. 

He nodded dumbly, lips kiss-swollen, searching for yours, and just as you were about to lean in, you pulled your hand away entirely. "Prove it." 

His hips bucked, trying to chase your hand, to find the warmth, to do anything but have his cock fall to his stomach, his dribbling pre-cum staining his shirt. Sweat was already pearling at his temples, your name a plea he cried just loud enough you're sure that anyone who was listening would hear. You shushed him, pressing your hand to his thigh, squeezing almost as hard as he was squeezing yours, "You don't want us to get in trouble, do you?" 

He leaned back, pressing as much of his back to the booth seat as he could without exposing too much of the profanity taking place between you two. His head fell back, his neck rolling with his swallow as he tried to regain his composure. But you followed his movements, keeping yourself firmly seated on his fingers, rocking back and forth to a new rhythm, watching the first tear slip from the corner of his eye, tracing a line down his cheekbone. "Are you crying?" 

He took the question as a demand to continue, your statement rocking him back to reality. Prove it, and he would do just that, even as you reached back down for him, your fingertip so light along the length of his cock, dragging up and down until his lips were curling in and he couldn’t breathe. 

Maybe you should have gone easier on him, saved the teasing for your bedroom, where you could really hear his crying, but watching him try to hold it back was so much better. Maybe if you had gone easier on him, he would have gone easier on you, because he found himself pressing in, crowding you with his body, catching your mouth moments before you squealed. His free hand that had been keeping your thigh warm was now taking over the spot on your clit where the heel of his palm had been pressed, long fingers rolling over the bud while the other hand hit the spot that flicked your brain off. 

Your free hand twisted a fist into his hair, trying to find anything to ground you as your stomach tightened, and without a second thought, you came, cunt fluttering around his fingers, legs pulling closed around his wrist, holding him in place as you whimpered into his mouth. With your orgasm still rippling through you, he kept his touch pressed to your clit, wanting to swallow down the approval each moan sounds like. 

its only a few breaths later when you reach down and tug his hand free from your pussy, both of you breaking the kiss to watch his fingers come away slick with your arousal, to watch the way you guide his hand down to his own cock, curling his fingers around the base and using your wetness to make every drag feel like he was closer to spilling out before you. 

You had caught him only once with his fist so tight around himself, your name coming from his open mouth, his breathing so ragged it had knocked the wind out of you. he had been desperate, trying to get off before you had even come home, before you could catch him. Every pull had been desperate and uneven, and now, aided by the slick on his fingers, you guided him back to that place. 

His hand was so much larger than yours, not as soft, and when you left him to fuck into his fist alone, he wanted to cry all over again, to beg you louder, apologize all over again until you too grabbed his cock again, both of you now flicking your wrists, your hand swirling, "are you going to just cry or are you going to cum for me like a good boy?" 

He chased his high, hips punching up into both of your fists, and when he came, cum spilling over the back of your hand, onto your thighs and his, he cursed, pressing his face into your neck to muffle the sound, his whole body shaking even as he stopped his movements and let you slowly push him into the perfect mix of overstimulation and ecstasy that he had been waiting for. 

"Aw, look at that," you teased, kissing his heated cheek, "now everyone will know you're mine since you just couldn’t help yourself." It didn't even matter who had started it, or why, or even that it was wrong; you had gotten your point across and dissolved your jealousy like sugar in warm water, and he loved it. 

Everyone’s on the couch when you reach the common room. Heeseung and Soobin had controllers in their hands, playing some kind of fighting game on the TV while the others all watch— Beomgyu and Yeonjun bicker over a bowl of chips, while Taehyun ignores them the best he can while being seated in between them. Huening Kai sat cross-legged on the floor, his eyes swinging back and forth from his Nintendo Switch and his friends’ argument. Jay and Jake were chatting animatedly between themselves, Jake’s excited hands nearly knocking the controller out of Heeseung’s. Jungwon and Sunghoon sat adjacent to them on the loveseat, watching everything unfold in silence as if they were observing zoo animals.

At the sound of your voice, all conversation ceases, and everyone’s head snaps to your attention.

“…What?” one of them asks after a moment of silence.

“I think I’m homeless now. I don’t know, it’s kind of still up in the air.”

“What do you mean, you’re homeless?” Beomgyu echoes incredulously, “Did your dorm burn down or something?”

“I got kicked out.” You reveal, deadpan. “Can you fucking believe that? Remember what I told you guys about last week, with my roommate and her boyfriend? Somehow,I find her on our couch fucking some other guy, and it’s my fault that the cops got called. I wasn’t even the one who told her boyfriend!”

Huening Kai stares up at you in horror. “The cops?!”

“Someone in our building called in a noise complaint because they were screaming at each other, and she goes and tells both our RA and the police that it was me that was freaking out. And they believed her! I don’t know what other awful lies she was telling the RA about, but he served me eviction papers today. When there’s no space in any of the other dorms! Where am I supposed to sleep?! Outside on the street?!”

The boys all blink at you in disbelief.

“You could go back to stay with your parents, maybe?” Heeseung offers tentatively. His and Soobin’s video game characters stood motionless on the screen.

“They live too far away.” You grumble in despair. “It’d take me over an hour to get to and from campus.”

“That’s not too bad.” Beomgyu supplies with an awkward laugh. With Yeonjun distracted, he’s managed to hoard the chip bowl all to himself. “My older brother drives an hour just to get to work.”

“Then your brother’s a fucking masochist.” You hiss. “I’m not doing that to myself.”

“Are you sure there’s nowhere else for you to stay, at least for a little while? You should really talk to the dean, getting kicked out for something like that has got to be, like, illegal or something.” Jake adjusts his glasses. He only wears them when he’s comfortable with his frat brothers; something about how he doesn’t want the girls to think that he’s a nerd. (He is.)

“I did talk to the dean. Gosh, Jake, do you think I’m stupid or something?” You’re getting a little uncomfortable, standing awkwardly with your arms crossed while everyone else is sitting and staring at you. You quickly find a spot on the floor next to Huening, who wraps his arm around your shoulders comfortingly.

The two of you have been attached at the hip since you could walk, practically growing up together as your mothers were best friends. With no siblings of your own, Kai filled in the role of your protective older brother, his sisters your sisters. You’re the only reason Kai applied to university in the first place, and he’s the only reason why you spend so much time with his fraternity brothers. They even call you their “honorary brother”, especially Beomgyu because he knows how much you hate it.

Being in Kai’s embrace calms you down almost immediately, his warmth enveloping you like a thick fluffy blanket. Even sitting down he towers over you, but instead of making you uneasy it just makes you feel safe. Your gentle giant.

“Holy shit, you really are homeless.” Jungwon finally pipes up from the loveseat, snickering like it was funny. You think he might be high.

“What are you going to do?” Soobin asks you softly, expression laced with concern.

“Sleep in my car, I guess.” You lament, resting your head on Kai’s shoulder. “The dean said he’d ‘look into it’, whatever that means. Who knows how long that’ll take.”

“You can stay here.” Kai suddenly blurts out.

 The room is shocked into silence once again.

“No, she can’t.” Heeseung immediately responds, like it was obvious. It stings a little.

“What? Why not?” Kai gawks up at him in betrayal. “She’s here almost every day anyway, what’s the difference if she sleeps here too?”

“It’s against the rules.”

“Since when did you care about the rules?” Yeonjun guffaws. “You broke our new table dancing with a girl like, last week.”

“Yeah, and I’m still in deep shit with our sponsor over it! Listen, as president, whenever somebody gets caught doing something it’s me who gets their ass kicked. We’re getting extra inspections this semester ‘cos of that damn table, do you know how much shit I would be in if they caught a girl living in here?!”

Kai mumbles something that sounds an awfully lot like “Well, who’s fault is that?”, but either you misunderstood or Heeseung didn’t hear.

“I don’t see a problem with it.” Soobin defends, “Y/N has classes literally all day, so she’d hardly even be here. If worst comes to worst, we can always hide her under a mattress.”

“She can stay with me!” Kai adds brightly, eyes shining, “I have an extra closet she can use.”

“But you share a bedroom with Taehyun. There won’t be any room for me.” you mutter.

“He’s never home! He’s always out at the gym or with his girlfriend. You can take his side!”

“Hey?” Taehyun cuts in.

“I’m not sleeping in Taehyun’s bed, that’s gross! He’s fucked his girlfriend on that bed.”

“Then I’ll sleep on it, and you can take my bed!” Kai responds brightly, “…After washing the sheets.”

“Do I have a say in this?” Taehyun cuts in again.

You sigh as Yeonjun and Beomgyu erupt into loud laughter. “I’m so sorry Tyun, I don’t want to intrude on your space or anything—”

“No, I mean, I’m fine with it.” He replies passively. “I’ll just spend the nights at my girl’s place.”

“I— you are?!”

Heeseung looks like he’s about to have an aneurysm. “Can we vote? I say we vote.”

“I don’t care either way.” Sunghoon speaks for the first time. He seems just as high as Jungwon is.

“Kai’s right, she is here all the time. I don’t think it’ll make much difference.” Jake says.

Heeseung’s face droops. “This isn’t voting.”

“If everyone’s fine with it, then who cares?” Beomgyu nudges him. “If anything happens, tell ‘em it’s all Kai’s fault.”

Heeseung bites the inside of his cheek, silent for a long moment before surrendering. “…Fine. Fine. Sure, okay, whatever. Just— this is temporary, okay? Just until you get everything sorted out with your crazy ass roommate.”

Things don’t get sorted out with your roommate. At least, not as fast as you had hoped— one week turns to two, and then three, and far too quickly you realize that it’s been an entire month since your eviction and you haven’t heard a single thing from either the dean or your RA. You’ve reached out more than a few times, but the response is always the same; “We’re looking into it.”

The office stops answering your calls entirely around the two-month mark. Early on, when they asked you if you had found ‘emergency temporary housing,’ you sheepishly said yes, which clearly was enough for them to put your case on the backburner indefinitely. You let yourself believe that it’s just because of the midterms, and that things will get sorted out eventually. It’s for the sake of your mental health.

Meanwhile, life at the frat house falls into a strange routine. You wake up, get ready in the bathroom while the boys pound on the door and complain about you taking too long. Kai drives you to class and he picks you up afterwards, even though his football practice ends at 6:00 and you have classes until 8:30. Sometimes you spend time with everyone in the common room, but most nights you run straight upstairs to hog all the hot water before somebody starts whining. Kai gives you his bed just as he promised, migrating to take over Taehyun’s side of the bedroom himself. Sharing a space with him is natural and easy, reminding you of when you used to sleep over at his parents’ house all summer long as a kid. It’s kind of weird, giggling with him late into the night, playing video games together and watching your favorite childhood shows, being told that it was time to go home and that ‘home’ meant with him. Your relationship was never quite the same after you both hit puberty, your close and physically affectionate friendship suddenly swinging from cute and innocent to inappropriate. Your mother stopped letting you stay the night. Kai was no longer allowed to close his bedroom door when you hung out. His little sister asked you once if you were his girlfriend and looked confused when you tried to laugh it off.

By high school, you started to wonder if maybe your relationship with Kai really was inappropriate. Your first boyfriend threatened to punch him in the face on multiple occasions and then accused you of lying when you told him you were just friends.

You were just friends. Nothing more. Kai was like a brother to you; you’ve never felt anything for him other than familial affection… not since you were little, at least.

Maybe all the reminiscing was why the feelings were coming back after nearly twenty years.

You try to ignore it. You ignored how your heart skips when he makes you coffee in the morning. You ignored how he grinned when you latched onto him during a scary movie, and how the butterflies fluttering in your belly weren’t from fear. And you ignore how your entire body heats up when he walks into his— your? — bedroom with nothing but a towel slung low around his hips, steam still rising off his skin from the shower, his hair wet and hanging in his eyes. His face turns bright pink all the way up to the tips of his ears when he catches you staring, and you ignore how appetizing the bobbing of his Adam’s apple looked.

“You’re here early.” You point out stupidly, gripping onto your physics textbook like a life buoy. The house was supposed to be mostly empty for the rest of the night, finally quiet for once so you can study. Your laptop was open on your lap, notebooks open and miscellaneous papers strewn across your bedspread.

Kai squirms in place, looking everywhere except at you. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were in here!”

Your eyes trail down from his red face and thick neck to his broad chest, soaking in the way the excess shower water runs in rivulets down the curves of his muscles. Big, buff biceps and trim abs, flexing under your gaze— you swallow thickly and force yourself to look back down at your textbook.

You haven’t seen Kai shirtless since he was a scrawny teenager. Since when did he get so… big?

“What are you doing back?” You finally manage to make yourself say, though your voice gets stuck in your dry throat. “I thought you guys had a gig tonight.”

“The show’s been cancelled. Beomgyu got into a fight with the owner of the bar, again.  He wouldn’t let him turn the amps all the way up, and hyung said if he can’t play loud, he doesn’t want to play at all. I swear, he can be such a child sometimes!” Huening gets so lost in his frustration that he seems to forget that he’s practically naked—until his towel begins to loosen around his hips, sliding down to reveal his delicious v line. He scrambles to grab hold of it, the pink blush on his cheeks deepening to crimson red. “Can… can you turn around for a second? Or close your eyes…?”

Your stomach flips violently, unable to look away from Kai’s abdomen, and it takes you a moment to register what he said. Shooting straight up in your seat, you gawk, “You’re changing in here?!”

“All the bathrooms are taken.” He explains quietly, scratching his neck. “Sorry.”

“Just… wait?” you squeak. It’s not that you don’t want to move, it’s that you’re pretty sure you can’t. Like you might do something stupid if you do.

“Jake’s in there!” Kai responds in exasperation, his face even redder than before. You watch a droplet of water cascade down the broad planes of his pecs. “He’s gonna take fucking forever on his stupid hair! I don’t have time to wait around for him!”

You can’t stop staring at his twitching abs. They stare right back at you. “What about the other one? The one on the bottom floor?”

“That’s Soobin and Beomgyu’s.” Kai shudders in disgust. “You couldn’t pay me to go in there.”

“Well, what about— wait, what the hell is Jake doing fixing his hair? Are you guys going out?”

Kai looks oddly crestfallen as he answers, “Yeonjun’s throwing a party tonight. All the cheerleaders and their sororities are coming.”

“Tonight!? Was nobody going to bother to tell me?!”

“I thought you knew.” he muttered guiltily. “That’s why I assumed you weren’t home.”

Under normal circumstances, you absolutely would’ve run off at the notion of a frat party. You hate the crowds and the noise, and Kai doesn’t blame you— you’ve run off together from Yeonjun’s parties plenty of times before. But this particular party, the first one he’s thrown since you moved in… you feel oddly brotherly about it. Maybe it was because you were living in the frat house now, but for some strange reason you felt compelled to get up and get ready yourself. If all the boys were going to be there, you might as well be there too. Plus, it’s easier to pretend you don’t live here if you’re downstairs with everyone else instead of hiding in Kai and Taehyun’s bedroom.

Or maybe it was because the thought of Kai being surrounded by cheerleaders makes your stomach hurt. Either way, you do end up standing and getting dressed in your closet.

“Thanks for coming,” Kai calls out to you from the other side of the closet door. “I was scared I was gonna be down there all alone.”

“You wouldn’t be alone, Kai.” You respond, raking your fingers through your hair in a blind attempt to fix it.

“I don’t mean it literally, I mean— I mean I wouldn’t have any fun without you there. I hate not having you with me. It feels… wrong.”

“Sure you could. You’d have all those pretty, skinny little cheerleaders to hang out with.” You spit the word out like it’s venomous.

Kai sighs from behind the door, and you can perfectly imagine his face just from the countless number of times you’ve heard that exact sound. “I don’t care about skinny cheerleaders. I care about you.”

You want to say something, but you can’t find the words.

Frat bros and cheerleaders alike dance and mingle in the dark, red solo cups in their hands, the entire bottom floor packed full and thrumming with the beat of the music. While all the actual partying happens around you, you, Kai and a few of your new roommates huddle around the pool table in the corner of the common room. Beomgyu and Soobin were locked in an extremely serious one-on-one, Beomgyu losing horrifically while he whines and complains about all his failed attempts at wooing his coworker. When Kai had said party, he didn’t bother to specify that it would be a pity party. Though, while you would much rather be in your room listening to the beautiful sound of silence, you can’t help but find some sick enjoyment in Beomgyu’s misery. It sure made you feel a whole lot better about your own love life.

“I just don’t get it.” He sighs deeply, swishing his beer around like he was debating some deep philosophical theory. He takes a long swig from the bottle before handing it over to Soobin and leaning over to position his cue stick. “I’m hilarious, I’m a genius, and I’m smoking hot. Why is it so hard for me to get a girlfriend?!”

“A genius that has a D in his CompSci class.” Heeseung snorts somewhere behind your right shoulder.

“Maybe it’s because you’re a loser.” Soobin teases playfully, taking his own sip from Beomgyu’s beer as he watches him fail to score yet another point.  “And you have no game.”

“That’s rich coming from you.” Beomgyu retorts dryly, shoving the cue stick into his hand and snatching back his beer.

Taehyun snickers quietly, perched on a nearby barstool half watching the game and half texting on his phone. “I don’t know, hyung, have you tried just asking her out instead of following her around like a creep? She probably thinks you’re stalking her.”

“I bet he hasn’t even spoken to her.” Huening Kai giggles next to you, his arm slung casually around your waist. The fabric of his hoodie is soft against your cheek, a good place to rest your spinning head. Agreeing to throw back shots with Jake was a terrible idea, Kai pressing a cool glass of ice water against your forehead to keep you from vomiting all over him. You’re grateful you went with your favorite oversized hoodie, the soft worn fabric working like a shield to cover your insecurities. It’s harder to remember to suck in your stomach when you’re drunk.

It was a little past midnight, or maybe later, you stopped checking the time quite a while ago. Yeonjun’s stupid party has been in full swing for hours, with no sign of slowing down— Yeonjun himself was nowhere to be found, probably off somewhere with his sorority girl fanclub. That left the rest of you to fend for yourselves, wasting time until everyone finally decides to get up and leave. It was far too loud to even attempt going upstairs to sleep.

You hear the distinct clack of the cue stick, and the distinctive thumps of the balls falling into the pool table’s pockets. Beomgyu groans loudly and dramatically, drowning out Soobin’s celebratory laughter. “I have talked to her!” he insists, sounding very much like a petulant child. “I talk to her all the time! I walk her to her car every night when we close together, invite her to all our band’s shows, asked for her number— I even made her a Spotify playlist!”

 Taehyun doesn’t look up from his phone. “Did she give you her number?”

“No!” Beomgyu shrilly cries, making everyone wince. “She said I have to earn it!”

“Maybe she’s playing hard to get.” You mumble, talking instead of listening for the first time in a while. Beomgyu was among your favorites of Kai’s fraternity brothers, and while it was entertaining to listen to him whine about his unrequited love, you did actually want him to succeed;  for the first time in the years you’ve known him he seems interested in a girl beyond just guessing what her cupsize was, which was a pretty big deal for him.

“It sounds more like she wants him to leave her alone.” Huening snickers to you.

“No, no, if she really didn’t like him, she would’ve called the cops on him by now.”

Everyone around the pool table roars with laughter. Beomgyu scowls. “You’re laughing. I’m trying to win over the love of my life and you’re laughing.”

“Don’t give up!” you encourage him drunkenly, peeling yourself off Kai to stumble over and pat his back. “Girls like it when guys yearn. She’s probably waiting for you to do something extra special, to show her you don’t just want to fuck her.”

“But I do want to fuck her.”

You sigh. “Okay, but that’s not all you want, right?”

“God, no! I want to make her mine so bad… I’d ask her to marry me tomorrow if I didn’t think she’d punch me in the face.”

“I don’t blame her for thinking he just wants in his pants.” Beomgyu’s good friend Jeongin says, taking the cue stick from Soobin’s hands. “It’s what he wants when it comes to everybody else.”

“At least he’s not filling us in on every sordid detail of his latest hookup.” Soobin shrugs, stepping back to sit next to Taehyun. “Beomgyu might be a simp, but I honestly see this as an improvement.”

“I’m not a fucking simp!”  Beomgyu all but shrieks, drawing the attention of nearby co-eds. “I get so much more pussy than you losers! When was the last time you fucked anything other than a fleshlight? Watching those weird ass videos you like.”

Soobin squirms and blushes. “It’s called hentai and it’s art.”

“And Kai!” Beomgyu spins around to point an accusatory finger at him. “I’ve never managed to see him bag a girl without her running away screaming!”

Kai’s closest brothers all laugh, but everyone else looks confused— including you. Kai? Scaring away girls? That was something you’ve never heard before. Did Beomgyu mean that he was frightening… sexually? You weren’t even convinced that Kai’s had sex at all. He still sleeps with stuffed animals. Jesus, you’re living with him now, and never once have you seen him in any sort of compromising position with any girl, or even by himself. You’ve never heard him talk about anything sexual, or even about girls at all. For his entire life, you’ve seen Kai as some sort of transcendent, sexless being that only cares about music and Pokémon.

It doesn’t sit right with you that Beomgyu might know something about your lifelong best friend that you don’t.

“Kai?” Heeseung echoes skeptically. “What’s he scaring them away with, his Gundam collection?”

“Yeah,” you laugh, “I think Kai would be the one running away screaming, honestly.”

You expect everyone to laugh along with you, and a few do, but you were quickly met with Beomgyu, Soobin and Taehyun’s awkward silence. Beomgyu looks especially betrayed.

“…What?” you press, cocking your head. “This is Huening we’re talking about, come on.”

“Yeah, Huening.” Beomgyu says, peering over at you like you had grown an extra head. “It’s always over when he starts going all Fifty Shades on them.”

Even with the music blaring, you swear you could hear a pin drop.

“He starts going what?!” you whip around to stare at Kai incredulously, who stood very still behind you. He was refusing to look at you, staring very intently at the pool table, even though everyone had stopped playing minutes ago. The tips of his ears are a bright cherry red. “You start going what?!”

“Oh my God, she doesn’t know!” Soobin cackles madly, turning to look over at Taehyun with wild eyes, who met his gaze with a worryingly entertained grin. “She doesn’t know!”

“I don’t know what?” You feel a little betrayed by Taehyun, if you had to be honest— if anyone would’ve kept their head on, it should have been him. “Kai, what are they talking about?”

Kai was still refusing to make eye contact with you, instead glaring sharp daggers at his friends; he looks genuinely angry, which was an emotion you don’t think you’ve seen on him in at least a decade. “Don’t worry about it, they’re being dicks—”

“Hueningie likes to beat girls!” Beomgyu sang, his cute corner dimples popping out in his delighted, deeply evil grin. “He likes to treat girls like sluts!”

Kai was very silent and worryingly still, nearly burning holes into the hardwood floor. You swore he was shaking under everyone’s shocked stares, unable to see his expression with his bangs covering his eyes. You furrow your brow and blanch; Kai has always been the gentle, unconfrontational kind, but this was far from the reaction you were expecting from him at all.

“There’s no way you don’t know, Y/N, I mean— you’re joking, right? You’ve known him for fucking ever.” Taehyun looks genuinely confused.

"You've been in his room! Like, a thousand times!" Beomgyu guffawed. "He's so fucking bad about putting all of his gross shit away-- once I saw handcuffs still attached to the headboard!"

You blink.

This had to be some sort of joke. They were fucking with you, they had to be. "Are you trying to tell me that Hueningkai, OUR Hueningkai, is— no he's not?! Have you met him? He collects stuffed animals!"

"You haven't looked under his bed yet, then." Taehyun snickers, once again back on his phone— you splutter, both at his words and his nonchalance.

“His special little hiding place,” Beomgyu adds with a snort.

 Kai was still eerily silent.

"You've got to be joking.” You insist flatly. “This is a joke. I don't think Kai's seen a pair of boobs in his life—”

“Yes I have. God, I’m not a virgin, Y/N.” Hueningkai mutters stiffly, cutting you off. He looks up at you for the first time in a while, his residual anger lingering on his blushing, grimacing face. His dark eyes stare you down with an intensity you didn’t think he could muster; your stomach flips hard, nearly having you recoil under his stare.

It took you an embarrassing second to register what he even said. "Oh. Um—”

"I'm not some fucking loser." he repeats, his voice calm but deep and frighteningly dark, and it hit you quite suddenly that he was actually upset with you, not his friends. You don’t think you’ve ever heard Kai swear before. "Is it really that hard for you to believe?”

“Um, I—“ you splutter, opening and closing your mouth like a fish.

“It’s like you think I'm some spineless, bitchless nerd or something, you’ve thought that about me since we were small— it pisses me off, honestly, and I'm getting really fucking sick of it. I’m not a little kid anymore!"

You were unable to choke out any words at all as Hueningkai turns away sharply from the group and stomps away up the stairs. It was awkwardly silent for a few deeply conflicting moments, everyone peering at each other nervously, but Beomgyu was quick to pick back up the laughter.

“Someone’s mad! Better watch out, Y/Nie, Huening might punish you for that!”

You resist running after him, even though it makes you sick to your stomach. The party goes on as usual, though everyone seems a little more on edge than before— Heeseung keeps whispering in Beomgyu’s ear. Later, when the guests finally go home and you make it back to your shared bedroom, Kai was already in bed, laid stiff with his back facing you. You don’t have the strength to speak to him, so instead you crawl into your own bed and fall into an uneasy sleep.

Hueningkai hasn’t talked to you in three days. It’s the longest you’ve gone without speaking in your entire lives, you’re pretty sure, and the misery is really starting to get to you. Enough so that you’ve begun to ruminate over everything that’s happened over the last few months, from when you first started living at Alpha Kappa.

Honestly, you were ruminating over one thing in particular.

When your underwear first started going missing, about a week after you moved in, you assumed that it had something to do with the dryer. The way the boys all did their laundry was honestly appalling, lumping everything together without a care in the world, and it was easy to see how your own things could get mixed up in all the mess. It wasn’t just your panties, either; tee shirts and socks, even one of your sports bras. With every load of laundry you did, something of yours managed to disappear.

The difference with your other things, though, was that you eventually got them back. Jake returned your sports bra like it had personally offended him, jumbled up with his soccer uniform because they were the same shade of green. You caught Jungwon wearing your socks on multiple occasions. Soobin is still insisting that your shirt is his, even though it fits him like a crop top.

You’ve never gotten any of your underwear back. It was getting to the point that you were starting to run out, and frankly so was your patience. After what happened that night of the party, the mysterious case of your disappearing intimates was one of the many, many things stuck on your mind. Along with all the bits about Kai and handcuffs and Fifty Shades of Grey, of course.

Specifically, you kept thinking back to what Beomgyu said offhandedly about Kai’s bed, how underneath it was his “special hiding place”. You could only assume that he meant it in the perverted sense, though you couldn’t help but get caught up in the specifics—as in, you’ve spent the last few days wondering obsessively about just what sort of things Kai could be hiding under there, and if, quite possibly, it could include your missing panties.

You felt terrible even entertaining the thought. What a terrible thing to even think about accusing your best friend since childhood of! It wasn’t even like you had any concrete evidence further than a hunch. But you can’t get Taehyun’s words out of your head. You’ve looked everywhere for your underwear, but you haven’t looked under his bed yet.

It’s all you can think about.

And after a week of you and Kai awkwardly dancing around each other, too shy and too proud to talk anything out, you find yourself standing alone in your shared bedroom. Kai and his band are out playing a late night gig, and you’re supposed to be studying for midterms, but instead of focusing on your textbooks your mind keeps wandering back to the bed you were sitting on, and what could possibly be underneath it. You told yourself that first night after the party that you wouldn’t go snooping through Kai’s things, because you didn’t want to shatter the years of trust you’ve built between the two of you— you were stronger than that, or so you kept insisting, but the urge to just look and get it over with and never talk or think about it ever again was growing too strong to continue to ignore. It was like you were a little kid again, going through your mother’s closet while she was at work, an insidious and consuming curiosity you thought you had grown out of a long time ago.

You were an adult, and so was Kai. It wasn’t any of your business what he had or what he hid away, and it certainly wasn’t any of your business who or what he had sex with. Even if it was still hard to imagine Kai having sex at all.

But what if he really was stealing your panties? The devil on your shoulder whispers with glee. Don’t you deserve to know?

Kai would never do that. You’re absolutely sure of it.

Or are you? Because you’re on your knees on the carpet before you realize it and before you can stop yourself. Your body moves even as you kick and scream internally, almost feeling out of your own body, watching in horror as you lower yourself down and peek underneath Kai’s mattress.

It’s dark. You can’t see a thing. What else did you expect?

Instead of giving up, you grab your phone and turn on its flashlight. At first you don’t see much of anything, just lone, crumpled socks and forgotten papers, comic books you recognize from his childhood and an old Nintendo 3DS you’re sure is broken. You curse yourself for being so nosy and move to get up, but that's when you see it; tucked all the way in the very back, up against the wall. A small black shoebox, unmarked and nondescript. It could very well just be a pair of shoes, but once again your curiosity overpowers your sense of self control. You have to duck and wiggle a little to fit that far underneath Kai's mattress, but you manage to grab ahold of the box and drag it out without much but some carpet burn. It doesn't look any more incriminating when you can see it up close. You suddenly feel extremely silly; what exactly were you expecting? For "Y/N's Stolen Underwear" to be printed out on the top? Ockham’s razor tells you its just a shoebox and that you were overstepping quite a few of your best friend's boundaries. You usually pride yourself on being stronger than this.

You've gone too far now, that little voice in your head tells you, smug, leaning with it’s arms crossed on your prefrontal cortex. You've already bothered enough to take it out, might as well open it. Just to know. Just to put the thoughts to rest.

You gingerly take off the lid like you were defusing a bomb.

It might as well have been a fucking bomb. Being exploded to little microscopic pieces would probably feel a lot better than whatever settled itself heavy and ice cold in your stomach.

A polaroid sat on the very top, wrinkled and faded with age. It laid upon a pile of jumbled scraps of cotton that concealed the rest of the box’s contents. At first you couldn’t make heads or tails of it, not until you began to recognize the bright colors and patterns, and you spot bits of lace poking out between the tangled gussets— they were your missing underwear. Still dirty like he had snatched them right from your laundry basket.

You want to laugh, but you can’t, and instead you release an odd sort of wheezing noise. Your chest leaps with a rush of adrenaline, your head light and disoriented as if you were up somewhere real high and were pushed off to freefall. The emotions you expected yourself to feel, anger, disgust, betrayal— you didn’t feel any of them. Surprise, yes, but not the horrified sort. More like the surprise you get from opening a gift.

If you were disgusted by anything, it was yourself, because some deep, idiosyncratic part of you was celebrating, because this was exactly the gift that it wanted.

You take a breath and regain your composure, just enough to focus your attention onto the polaroid. It was an image you recognize immediately, one he took the summer after you both graduated.

You thought you just lost it moving.

You smile up at yourself with wet hair and a seashell necklace, your face lit up by the bonfire. It's a special memory, and you can still feel the heat on your skin if you think hard enough, the sand gritty on your legs and between your toes. You’re showing so much skin, your pudgy thighs and the dips in your hips, your tummy pouching a little from the way you were bent over in laughter. If your tiny little bikini hadn’t been dark red, you would’ve been convinced you were naked. Kai picked out the swimsuit you wore for that trip, one you took with a group of mutual friends to celebrate the end of high school. You loved the bright colors and the strappy style, but you've never had the courage to wear anything that revealing in public before then. Kai saw how badly you wanted to, though. He was the one who convinced you try it on.

He even paid for it himself, his sweet downturned smile explaining that it was a monument towards your self-confidence. You took a lot of polaroids that night, but he took only one.

You lift up the frayed picture with a shaking hand, setting it aside with about a dozen pairs of your panties, and you peer down at what lay beneath it.

You can’t believe your eyes.

A fleshlight, the biggest one you’ve ever seen, its silicone lips mortifyingly realistic. A smaller, jelly-like tube was placed beside it, a discreet and more portable fleshlight, you infer. Next to them was a garishly pink vibrator, a rubber ballgag, and a pair of handcuffs— not even the silly novelty ones, with the pink fuzzy cuffs, but real, hard, cold metal handcuffs that no doubt dug into your skin like a blade. Alongside them were strips of soft black satin and a small bundle of paracord rope, a rather large bottle of lube, and a cockring. All very neat and tidy and put away with a level of care you’d only expect to come from Huening Kai.

Your eyes dart back and forth between the sex toys and your photo. The bright pink of a pair of your underwear catches your attention. There’s only one reason why they would be in the box, one that fills your face and groin with heat… Kai is jerking off… and he’s jerking off to you.

Just as the realization dawns on you, your ears catch the faint sound of footsteps on the stairs, growing louder and distinctly familiar as they near the bedroom door.

No, no no! Why was he home already?! He said he’d be out all night!

You shove everything back into the box in a panic, shoving the cardboard lid back on with far too much force and nearly throwing it back under Kai’s bed. You’re able to jump up and hide under the covers just in time, knocking your notebook, papers, and still-open laptop askew. You’ll deal with the torn and crumpled assignments later.

Lying on your side, facing the wall, you squeeze your eyes shut and pretend to be asleep just as the door opens and those familiar footsteps make their way into the bedroom.

Kai suddenly stops by the doorway. Fuck, you realize, your left your stupid lamp on.

“Y/N?” he calls out softly. You stay as quiet and still as you possibly can, fighting to keep your breathing even. Your acting must be convincing enough, because after a moment of uneasy silence he sighs in relief and makes the rest of the way to his bed.

Things are quiet for a while. You listen to Kai shuffle around getting ready for bed, the familiarity and domesticity of it settling wrong in your stomach. Which one of you were more in the wrong, more fucked up? Was it you, for going through your best friend’s things behind his back based on nothing but a drunken joke and a hunch— or was it Kai, for hiding something so perverted? It had to be him, your ego reasoned. Not only did he think about you in that way, when you’ve spent the better part of a decade convinced he thought of you as a sibling, and he hid it from you for God knows how long, but just like you he was rifling through your belongings behind your back. With much darker intentions.

You still can’t help but feel like the villain. Kai finds comfort in his privacy, has since he was little; he didn’t even let his sisters go through his things, a deep rooted anxiety that he’s only able to quell by keeping his cards close to his chest. You found it a little odd, but never concerning.  You never thought that he was hiding something, especially not from you. You, who he told everything even when he wouldn’t tell anyone else. You, who knew every one of his fears and nervous tics, what made him nervous and how to calm him down. You, who knew him better than anyone.

Now you’re not sure if you know him at all. Maybe your fears were coming true, and you really were losing him to his fraternity brothers. Do they know he’s stealing your panties? Does he snicker to them about it when you aren’t looking? Do they encourage it, find it funny?

You hear some faint shuffling beneath you, but you write it off. You’re sleeping in Kai’s space anyway, there’s plenty of reasons why he could be by your bedside. You don’t dare turn around to look.

Maybe you really should be disgusted with him, but you just can’t find it within yourself. Part of you was delighted, honestly, in a way that made you hate yourself. That carefully hidden part of you that’s been deeply and irrevocably in love with him since middle school, when you started to realize that he was looking at girls that weren’t you. You convinced yourself that you didn’t mind being like a sister to him if it meant that you could keep him close.

It's a little surreal to think that when you touched yourself and thought of him, he was doing the same for you.

You get so lost in thought that you forget Kai’s even there, tucked into Taehyun’s bed and making those little snoring noises he makes.

Except the closer you listen, the less they sound like his snoring and the more that they sound like—

“M-mmh…”

Your heart stops cold, shock freezing your body like you had been dunked in a pool of ice water. He’s not, there’s no way he’s—

“o-oh, f-fuck…” slick sounds greet your heating ears, filthy and obscene and leaving nothing to the imagination; you think back to the giant bottle of lube in that shoebox, and with a hot face and twisting belly you wonder if he pulled it out while you weren’t listening.

Kai sounds so pretty like this, his moans breathy and high pitched, backed by the rhythmic schlk, shlk noises of his fist working on his cock. You can picture him perfectly in your mind, head thrown back with his fluffy blond hair a mess against his pillow, his eyes shut tight and those downturned pouty lips open in wordless pleasure. Maybe he had your picture clutched tight in his hand, or even a pair of your stolen underwear— a truly perverted image shoots through you like lightning, of Kai with his nose buried in the gusset of your panties, with the fabric wrapped around his fist as he fucks himself delirious. It’s agony to know that it’s happening in real time right behind you, and that you could easily turn around and see it for yourself, but you’re frozen in place. Not out of fear, but something else entirely; heat twists in your gut like molten lava, warming and wetting your groin, your flimsy cotton panties quickly soaking through and sticking to your folds like a second skin. You feel as if you had melted into a puddle, your limbs like jelly and refusing to move.

“A-ah! Ah! Y/N~!”

You listen to him cum in rapture, his soft voice sounding the sweetest broken, and you listen to him curse himself under his breath as he gets up and rushes out into the hallway for the bathroom.

He falls asleep soon after he returns to bed. You, however, lie awake until the sun starts to come back up, and finally get to rest only when you’re completely overcome with exhaustion.

"Are you a slut, Y/N?" a horribly familiar voice hisses in your ear, his big warm hand palming the bare skin of your ass-- you whimper around the ballgag shoved behind your teeth, tugging at the restraints that bind your arms together behind your back. "Is that what you are? A nasty, nosy, sneaky little slut? All you can think about is getting cock, huh?"

Your tears were starting to soak the silk of the blindfold, sticking wet and cold to your eyelids-- you've never felt this raw and exposed in your life. "No!" you try to yell, but it comes out as a muffled whine.

Kai leans in close, his hot breath caressing your ear, the fabric of his shirt a ghost of a touch against your spine. His grip on your asscheek tightens, fingers digging hard into your flesh. "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't hear you. What was that?"

The condescendingly sweet tone of his voice makes you mewl. "'M not a slut!" you cry out, shaking your head wildly, your words slurring and incomprehensible-- drool ran nasty down your chin and neck, dripping onto the bedsheets beneath you. Opening your mouth to speak only made more spill out. You felt disgusting, pathetic, humiliated beyond belief... it was exhihilarating. Your wet cunt ached.

"No?" Kai coos, his palm trailing from the curve of your hip to the apex of your thighs. His fingertips brush softly against your fluttering pussy lips, the first real touch to your neglected mound. You sob and hiccup around the gag. The tiniest of touches, but it felt so good... and nowhere near enough. "Then why are you so wet right now? I've barely even touched you and you're soaking. You really want your best friend to fuck you that bad? That's pathetic."

You don't know what to do except moan and buck your hips up against his hand. He snickers darkly. "Tell me. Tell me how bad you need me, how you've wanted me for years. I want to hear it all--"

"Y/N!"

you startle awake, blushing hot and eyes wild— Kai stands over your bed, dressed for class with his bag slung over his shoulder. He peers down at you with a worried crease in his brow. "You're gonna be late for class! What were you dreamin' about? You were mumbling like crazy."

This is the first time Kai’s spoken to you directly in days now. Or even made eye contact.

Your alarm is still blaring on your nightstand, a terrible ear-piercing ringing that you've never slept through before today. The concern that shows on Kai's face makes your stomach drop, guilt eating you alive as flashes of your dream come flooding back to you. This is far from the first wet dream you’ve had about him, not even the first this week— you’ve been plagued by them for a while now, but this particular one felt so… real.

You don't talk to him at all, as you get dressed and eat a quick breakfast. The two of you sit in silence as he drives you both to class, and the worry on his face only grows. You feel terrible, but you can't bring yourself to pretend like everything was fine and normal when it really, really wasn't. Especially with how Kai seems to have suddenly decided he wasn’t upset with you anymore— you couldn’t wrap your head around it. At least not until you sort out all of the thoughts and emotions that swirl around like a hurricane in your head. In the quiet of Kai's car, his familiar and comforting scent surrounding you but a dark hole carved deep in your chest, it feels as if you've been caught in the eye of the storm.

"This is about Huening, isn't it." Taehyun states plainly when he answers your late night call. You probably could have just waited until he showed back up at the frat house, but your patience was wearing thin. As glad as you are to hear his annoyed voice, part of you wished that he was less reliable about picking up the phone.

"I haven't even said anything!" you whine, a little petulant even to your own ears. He's always been able to read you like a book, just as he can everyone else-- it never fails to piss you off and embarrass you.

"You never call me unless it's about Kai." he responds simply. You hear a high pitched giggle in the background, no doubt his girlfriend curled up to his side and listening in; you don't have the energy to object to her overhearing your deepest secrets. It's not like it matters if she knows anyways.

"It's not about him, not really. It's just-- that's Haeul, right? He's not with you, is he?"

You can hear Taehyun's eyeroll reverberate through his sigh. "He's at his band practice. If you're calling to apologize to him, I can leave a message."

"Apologize?!" you squawk, "Apologize for what?! I didn't do anything!"

"I think you hurt his feelings. He's been acting weird and cagey all week." Taehyun sounds more bemused than concerned. "I know he's playing it cool around you, but he's being a dick to everyone else. You could at the very least tell him you're sorry for emasculating him."

"Emasculating him?!" And this is why you didn't go to Taehyun for your problems that didn't involve his own friends. "He's the one being a big baby about the whole thing! How was I supposed to know you guys were being serious!? Why didn't any of you tell me!?"

"Tell you what, that Kai's a freak? We thought you knew. Plus, it's not like it's even that big of a deal. You're both just being weird about it."

You kick your legs against your bedsheets in frustration. "I'm not being weird about it! I'm just a little hurt that everyone seemed to know about this other than me. How long have you known?"

Taehyun was quiet for a long, uncomfortable moment. You could still hear Haeul's giggling. "Y/N, I love you like a brother. But if you're about to quiz me on my roommate's sex life, I will hang up on you."

"I'm not, I'm not!" You're glad you're curled up safe in bed and not in public; you'd hate for anyone to see you this flustered just over the phone. "I'm just confused, is all. On how it was apparently "so obvious" and I completely missed it. For years."

Taehyun snorts. "That's 'cause he's been hiding it from you, genius. He's been doing a shit job, though. I figured you'd found out anyway."

"He's... what?" you blink, "Why?"

Taehyun makes a noise like he's sucking at his teeth, staticky over the phone. You figure that he's curled up in his girlfriend's bed himself, watching a soccer game on TV or whatever else he does when he isn't being a smart ass. You briefly worry if he's actually planning on hanging up on you. "I promised Kai I wouldn't tell you about this."

"Tell me about what?!" You press with a desperate hiss, grasping onto your phone harder-- you were getting sick and tired of everyone beating around the bush with you, like you hadn't already learned more about Kai in the last few days than you had in the last few years. "Hyun, if it involves me, I think I deserve to know."

He hesitates for a moment before letting out a defeated sigh, deep and weighted like a veteran soldier. You want to laugh, really, but you're too on edge and hanging onto every word he says.

"Kai's gonna kill me for this."

"I don't care. Spill."

"He... he likes you, alright? Like isn't even a strong enough word. He's disgustingly in love with you and it's nearly impossible to stomach sometimes. He's told me before he's liked you since you were in grade school, I think. It's been years. He's playing up this stupid good boy act 'cos he doesn't want to 'scare you away.'"

You let out a breath like it had been knocked out of you with a fist, your head spinning wildly. His sister, that's what you thought he saw you as. When he gave you those smiles he seems to save only for you, when he held you close when you wanted it and gave you your space when you needed it. His pretty brown eyes wide and sparkling every time he looks at you, making your tummy erupt with butterflies.

He would always turn away like he didn't want you to catch him staring. You caught him staring quite a lot. You always assumed you had something on your face.

Sweet, sensitive Hyuka who told you that you looked pretty even when you knew you didn’t, stepping into the frat house in your pajamas because you’ve lost sleep studying. Hyuka who would give up his seat for you, buy you things without asking, who was the only one who knew what was the matter whenever you were upset. Hyuka who was always the first to stand up for you if one of his brothers made a snide joke in your expense. Hyuka who hugged you first before he greeted anyone else. Hyuka who would sometimes only come downstairs from his bedroom if he was told that you were there. You always thought that Hyuka was such a great friend.

All at once, you feel enlightened and extremely guilty. The other night suddenly makes much, much more sense.

It’s not as if you didn’t already know, at least partly. With the shoebox and all its contents. But hearing it come from someone else’s mouth made it feel less like a delusion.

“Oh.” You whisper into the phone, because it hit you that you hadn’t said anything in quite some time.

“Yeah, ‘oh’. Now he thinks you think he’s a nasty pervert.” Taehyun snickers, enjoying your suffering far too much.

You blanche at the word ‘pervert’. Taehyun couldn’t possibly know about… that, could he? You want to ask, but you know bringing it up would only get him to hang up on you, especially with his girlfriend next to him.

“I don’t think that.” You say softly and honestly, a little sad. For who, you’re not sure.

“Go and tell him that, not me.”

“How am I supposed to tell him anything when he’s been avoiding me like the plague?! He spoke to me for the first time in three days this morning, and it was only because I overslept.”

Taehyun’s quiet again, thinking for a moment. “Listen. The last of our midterms are on Friday, and Yeonjun was planning on taking us all out for drinks if we pass. I think he’s trying to cheer Kai up, honestly, but don’t tell him I said that. He’s going about it the wrong way anyway, Kai hates bars.”

“You’re saying I should come.” You infer. “Would Kai even want me there? It’s for the frat, right?”

Taehyun laughs, soft and genuine for the first time that night. “You’re just as much of a brother as the rest of us. Honestly, Kai probably wouldn’t want you there, but that doesn’t really matter. He’s not the one who’s paying, so he can go cry about it. Plus, I think hyung wanted you to come with us anyway— he thinks this whole situation is hilarious.”

You hesitate. Not only does this have bad idea written all over it, but you also don’t have anything to wear. You tell him as much.

“You can borrow one of my dresses! I think they’ll fit.” Haeul says helpfully, speaking up with glee. She’s such a sweetheart, but you want to throttle her.

“You promise you’ll get me out of there if things get nasty?” You ask Taehyun nervously.

“How would things get nasty?” He laughs, “The most Kai will do is whine and complain that he wants to go home.”

You should have stayed at the house.

Huening hadn't so much as looked at you the entire night. You spotted him the moment you stepped inside the bar, his dirty blonde hair looking pink in the colored lights, his big frame shrunk in on itself in an oversized grey hoodie, tucked into a corner booth like he was trying to come off as small as he possibly could. Taehyun and Soobin sit across from him with worried expressions, no doubt trying to lift his spirits. You feel bad for him, really, watching him stare surly into the same drink he's been nursing the entire night. Yeonjun mentioned to you how it took Taehyun bribing him with a video game to get him to even come along.

On top of the awkward atmosphere, you feel naked in Haeul's dress. It was cute, but backless and low cut, and about two sizes too small. You were afraid to take large breaths, lest your tits fall out entirely.

You think you caught Kai staring from the booth as you sat at the bar with Yeonjun, but that could have just been wishful thinking.

"Just go up and talk to him," he suggests between swigs of his beer. He keeps looking over his shoulder at the dancefloor like he's hunting for something-- most likely a girl to take home with him.

"And what, grovel for his forgiveness? He looks like he wants to kill everyone in here and then himself." you grumble around your own glass, half-hoping the liquor would at least spark some confidence. You felt the opposite of confident, in your stupid too tight dress, scared of approaching a boy that wouldn't hurt a fly.

"He probably just wants to fuck you. You look hot." Yeonjun snickers, glancing over towards Kai's booth-- from the annoying grin on his face, you can only assume Kai's looking back. "Go over there and tell him you'll suck his dick if he'll stop being an asshole."

"You're disgusting."

"You love me." He shoots you one of his infamous crooked grins before sneaking another look over at the dancefloor, biting his plush bottom lip; it seems he's locked in on a target. "Gotta bounce. Yell if you need me to come and save you."

"I don't want your saving." you retort dryly as he got up from the barstool and dissapeared into the crowd.

You don't have much time to wallow in your solitude, barely able to take another sad sip of your cocktail-- a trim body in a soccer jersey takes up the barstool where Yeonjun had just sat, his big mouth grinning like he wasn't blind as a bat right now.

You suppose the eyes that you had felt on you hadn't been Kai's after all. Yeonjun's grins could be deceiving.

Jake orders a beer from the bartender, his accent and the alcohol slurring his words. You hadn't seen him all night, running off with Heeseung quickly after arriving, and with how caught up as you were with your Huening Kai conundrum you had forgotten that he was even here. Not that you weren't happy to see him-- a familiar face near you helped calm your nerves among the swarm of strangers.

"And another of whatever she's drinking." Jake quickly adds with a wink thrown your way.

“Oh, no, I’m alright—” you try to shut him down, but he waves you off with a sweet laugh.

“It’s on me, baby. You look like you need it.”

Jake’s never called you baby before. He must be drunker than you thought.

You laugh nervously, unsure how to feel about the sudden pet name. “That feels like an insult.”

“No, no! You just look stressed out. Something got you down?”

You’re not sure how to respond to that. “Kind of.”

Jake leans in close, whispering under his breath like he’s telling you a secret. “You’re not upset about… all that, with Kai, are you?”

Your breath hitches. Jake had been away somewhere else at the party. “How’d you hear about that?”

“Oh, Hee and Beomgyu told me all about it!” Those fuckers. Who else had their big mouths blabbed off to?

“Oh. Well, no, I’m not upset about it.” You lie. “Im just… thinking about my classes, is all.”

The bartender puts both of your drinks down at once— you’re not even halfway done with your first, but Jake slides you your new one all the same. “Really?! ‘Cos Hee told me that you aced your midterms, and I was like, of course she did! ‘Cos you’re a genius, you know. Smartest girl I’ve ever met. You’re gonna go places, Y/N, so stop worrying! We’re all here to get our minds off school, aren’t we?”

He’s rambling. You study his face for any pinkness in his cheeks— he’s got to be shitfaced to be blabbering to you like this, but he’s not blushing. “I guess you’re right.”

“Besides, you’re looking way too pretty to be sitting her all alone.” Jake adds quickly, almost shyly, hiding behind his beer.

Oh God. Was Jake flirting with you? You down the rest of your first drink and move on to your second— you fear he’s right that you need them.

Jake’s gaze is heavy as he continues to yap about something or other— soccer, you think, though you aren’t paying much attention— his dark eyes raking down your dress to the exposed skin of your thighs and biting his lip. He has a very large mouth with very white teeth.

“I hope Taehyun will crawl out my ass once the championships are over, maybe then he’ll realize that I can pass just fine and it’s his issue that he can’t receive properly. Do you want another one of those? Then maybe we can move somewhere else? You’ve been sitting here all night.”

“Hm?” You didn’t register a single word he said. Looking down at your glass, you’re surprised to see it’s empty; you’ve been mindlessly sipping on it as Jake talked your ear off, trying your hardest not to look over your shoulder back at Huening Kai’s booth. “Oh! Um! No, I’m okay, thank you!”

Jake seems disappointed with your answer. You wonder if he’s just trying to get you as drunk as you suspected he was. “You sure? You’re still lookin’ a little sad there, pretty girl.”

“Uh, I’m—“

“She said she’s fine.”

A large warm hand suddenly grabs your upper arm, making you yelp in surprise— you whip your head back fast, freezing at the sight of Huening Kai towering over you with a dark and unreadable expression. His grip was bordering on painful.

Jake blanches, his face screwed up in a mix of nervousness and confusion. “Hey, Kai, what’s up?”

“Kai—” you start, but quickly clam up; Kai shoots you a look you’ve never seen from him before, dangerous and borderline feral. It twists hot in your belly just as much as it scares you.

“She’s done. We’re leaving.” Kai hisses in your ear, loud enough for Jake to hear. You’re too shocked to respond.

“What the hell’s your problem, man?!” Jake gripes, but it’s not doing too much good; Kai tugs you up out of your seat and drags you out of the bar entirely, his fingers tightening on your bicep until his knuckles were nearly white. You want to fight him, yell and kick and scream, but all you can manage is to stare incredulously at the back of his head. He didn’t even give you the leeway to grab your purse. Or pay your tab.

You hope you can trust Jake with your wallet. “Kai, what the hell—”

He pushes you hard against the brick wall of the club and presses himself flush against your back. You can feel the stiff bulge of his hard cock against your ass, his hot breath fan across your neck in jagged, heavy breaths. God, he’s huge.

“You think this is fucking funny, Y/N?” he snarls, deep and nasty. His hands press yours against the brick, keeping you still and trapped. “Are you trying to piss me off? Showing up dressed like a slut, flirting with my friend right in front of me?”

You can only get yourself to let out a strangled squeak, all too distracted by the swell of Kai’s cock, the latent strength in his hands, the heat of his body against yours. Holy shit. Was this really happening? Or were you just dreaming again?

“C’mon, say something.” Kai goads, rolling his hips. It takes everything in you not to moan. “Why are you being such a whore, Y/N?”

Something fiery takes ahold of you, just long enough for you to bite back; “I’m the whore?! I should be asking you why you’re stealing my panties! Jerking off to my things like a gross pervert!”

Kai falters, but his erection grows stiffer against your thighs. “I knew it. I knew you knew. You like it though, don’t you? Is that why you’ve not said anything? You like how crazy you make me.”

“Kai,” you whimper, cheek pressed up against the cold brick wall, “You’re hard.”

“I’m hard?” Kai sneers. “Yes, I’m hard! I’m hard ‘cos you look so fucking sexy in this dress; Fuck, I love your body. Did you wear this for me?”

You’d been telling yourself you didn’t, but you did. You absolutely did.

“Dressed up all pretty for me yet you’re letting other men call you baby? Sounds like you just want me to punish you. Is that what you want? For me to punish you?” he grabs the pudge of your hips with greedy hands, guiding you back to grind harder against him. “You know, I thought you couldn’t take it. Thought you wouldn’t be able to handle me. But now I think you deserve to be put in your place, don’t you?” 

“Fuck, Hyuka…” You keen, his childhood nickname sounding filthy when spoken like this. Kai bucks his hard on right against your clothed slit, burrowing his head in the hollow of your neck to mouth and pant hotly at your skin. 

“Fuck you’re wet, I can feel it. Say it. Say you want me to ruin you.” 

He’s right; your pussy’s dripping. You’ve never felt this needy before in your life, and Kai hasn’t even touched you. You’re a little afraid of how you’ll feel when he does. 

Your mind flashes back to your dreams, vivid scenes of being underneath Huening as he tore you apart completely, made you feel raw and alive in ways you didn’t think you ever could. You crave to feel even just a fraction of what you did in your dreams, finally make them a reality. 

Your body craved his touch, heightened by being starved of it for so long.

“Ruin me, Kai, please.” you beg, and you mean it. “Break me.”

“Good girl, fuck.” Huening curses hot under his breath and pulls himself away from you— you whine at the loss, and he gives your ass a harsh slap to silence you. You bite your lip to keep from shrieking. “Fuck, okay, we’re doing this. 8 o’clock tomorrow night, okay? Meet me in our bedroom. We’ll have time to talk it out before. Don’t be late.” 

And with that, Kai walks away, heading back inside the club with his hands in his pockets and head held high like he wasn’t just grinding against you moments before. You’re plastered against the wall, dress ridden up to expose your ass, sweaty and hot and so, so wet it’s starting to drip down your thighs.

You’re not sure if you’re going to be able to make it to tomorrow.

Tomorrow comes far too fast. You crash at a friend’s dorm to avoid going back to the frat house, and hole yourself up inside the library under the guise of classwork— you really do have a project to work on, but for hours you do nothing but stare blankly at your laptop screen and internally panic. Despite having the entire day to get your shit together, you still felt as if you had been given no time at all to prepare for whatever it was that coming. Over and over again you think of the night before, Kai’s words, his husky voice, his hands hot and burning. You could still feel the ghosts of his touches on your hips and arm, like his fingertips had been branded into your skin. He was haunting you, consuming your every thought, filling your mind with the question; what is he going to do to you?

How far would he push you? Would he take you all the way to the edge, or would he throw you over? If you told him it was too much, would he stop?

Did you truly trust him as much as you think you do?

You had another dream that night, even more visceral than the last. It scared you, almost, from the intensity of it, but you’ve never felt more alive. Adrenaline runs through your veins, your entire body buzzing with anticipation, taught and thrumming like a drum skin stretched too tight. You need to feel Kai’s touch on you again, more than you needed air.

The autumn wind nips at your bare legs as you nervously walk your way back to the frat house. You took a very long shower at your friend’s place, but you had no change of clothes; you’re back in the too tight dress you wore the night before, hidden beneath a knee-length coat. Never a fan of rewearing underwear, you’ve foregone them entirely.

God, you’re dressed up and wandering like a hooker. This is humiliating.

You wrap your arms tighter around yourself and bury your face deeper into the furry lapels of your coat. You’ve never dressed for a hookup before— hell, you’ve never had a hookup to begin with. Last night’s clothes are probably not the best attire. Kai said he’d liked the dress, but as unlikely as it was you couldn’t stop thinking about him laughing at you in your sweaty, sparkly laundry.

The frat house’s front door stares at you like it knows what you’re doing. For some odd reason, you want to reason with it; this is just a simple, no feelings attached, hookup between two close friends. It’ll be done and over with and everything can go back to the way it was before you moved in.

…Right?

Could you even call this a hookup to begin with? Kai wasn’t some random guy you met at the bar, he was… Kai. You’re not sure if that makes it better or worse. The entire situation was so incredibly alien and unlike you in every single way. It left a bad taste in your mouth, and you try to swallow it down as you slowly and gingerly let yourself inside.

The living room lights were on, but empty of any frat brothers. A little surprising, but you were grateful nonetheless; you’d been dreading the idea of having anyone other than Kai see you like this, especially a select few of Kai’s brothers. You could practically hear Beomgyu and Soobin’s howling laughter.

Kai probably planned for this, you muse. They all must be out somewhere, doing God knows what. It makes you less concerned about being quiet, your heels clicking on the hardwood floor as you hurry towards the stairs, passing by the kitchen with only a quick side glance—

Taehyun stands at the open fridge, dressed in sweaty gym clothes and staring at you with a strange but expectant look. You shriek.

“Well, hi to you too.” He says flatly, eyeing you up and down. “Is that a new coat?”

“What are you doing here?!” you hiss, clutching your lapels like a string of pearls.

Taehyun quirks his eyebrow and closes the fridge, revealing a plastic water bottle in his other hand. “I live here.”

“You— no you don’t! Not really! Not anymore!”

“I’m Vice President.” he blinks at your bare legs, still shaking from the cold. “I can come and go as I please.”

“Is everyone else here?” you ask quickly, nervously looking around. All the lights are still off and you don’t hear any noises, outside of Taehyun taking a swig of his water bottle and walking to the kitchen island to grab his gym bag.

“There’s a gig tonight. Everyone’s out pregaming— I was leaving too, actually, just grabbing a drink and some of my clothes. Kai said he was sick, though, so it’s just him. Jake’s having to fill in on the drums.”

“Sick?” So that was his plan. Part of you wants to strangle him over skipping one of his beloved concerts just to have sex with you.

Taehyun gives you a face that was just short of being a grimace. It would have offended you in any other circumstance. “Don’t worry. I’m starting to think he’s perfectly fine.”

Your face burning, you huff and turn away, stomping up the stairs. “Just leave!”

“I plan on it! I don’t want to be here for that. Use a condom at least, will you?” he calls after you from the bottom of the staircase.

The upstairs hallway is dark and quiet, save for a thin crack of light shining from underneath yours and Kai’s bedroom door. You’ve felt less dread walking through haunted houses; your heart thunders in your chest as if something was going to jump out at you as you made your way through.

You can hear the distant sound of a video game from behind the door, growing louder as you reach it and fumble tentatively with the doorknob. It was unlocked, of course, and you slowly crack it open just enough to slip inside.

Kai’s console in the corner was the only light in the room, illuminating your best friend’s silhouette as he smashed away at his keyboard. He was slouched deeply in his chair with his back to you, the volume up so high in his headphones that you could hear the gunshots and the screams of his teammates with near perfect clarity. Completely engrossed in the game, he doesn’t seem to notice you at all.

You came a little early, sure, but it wasn’t that early.

“Kai?” you call out far too quietly, too anxious to raise your voice. He continues to click away without a word or a glance.

Surely he hadn’t forgotten, you worry, suddenly feeling very silly standing there in your big coat and staring at the back of his head.

“Kai.” You call again, this time a little louder. Kai still does not acknowledge your presence at all.

You frown and step closer util you were right by his side, and you tap gingerly on his shoulder— Kai reacts instantly, jumping out of his chair with a rather feminine yelp, his headphones flying off his head and down around his neck as he whips his head around to face you, eyes wide in terror. It takes him a second to recognize you, his face flooding with color once he does.

“Holy— Y/N, Oh my God!” he pants, clutching his chest. The tips of his ears are red again, like they were when he walked in with just a towel on. “You scared me!”

“I’m sorry,” you soothe him with a giggle. He avoids your gaze and stares at the floor, his cheeks puffed out and crimson red. You’ve never seen him this embarrassed before, even when he was half naked. “You knew I was coming.”

“Well…” he cringes, taking his headphones from around his neck to fiddle with them nervously. “I… kind of thought you weren’t gonna show up.”

“Why wouldn’t I come? I told you I’d be here.” You cock your head at him. He seems a little disoriented, as he turns off his console and places his headphones down on his desk, like he hadn’t prepared for anything while you’ve possibly prepared for too much. This didn’t seem at all like the man who had you pinned up against a brick wall and begging just the night before, and instead much more like the shy and gentle Huening Kai you knew a lot better.

“I thought I scared you.” He admits with a fake, humorless laugh, his wobbly smile quickly folding into a grimace as he sinks further into his chair. “That’s usually the part where they run away screaming, you know.”

Your own frown deepens, unsure of what to do or what to say as you watch him pick at his sweatpants and continue to refuse to look you in the eye. He rocks himself side to side in his swivel chair like he was self soothing.

“I mean, I’m not angry about it, obviously.” He continues, fluffy blond bangs hanging over his lowered face. “That would be stupid. A lot of people don’t like this stuff, and that’s fine. I don’t want to force anyone to do anything they don’t want to do. You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. It’s okay if I scared you, it really is. I’m sorry I came on so strong last night, it was a bad idea and I shouldn’t have done it and I was drunk–”

Kai looks up at you for the first time in a while, big brown eyes watery behind his bangs and breaking your heart— he looked so truly guilty, like he had been beating himself up all night. Like he had been tearing himself to shreds over this just as you had. You wish he came to you earlier, so you could have told him that he didn’t do anything that you didn’t really, really like, and that while yes, he did startle you, it awoken something inside of you that you didn’t even know was there. He could have done whatever he wanted to and you would have let him, because while this new, mysterious side to him made you nervous it didn’t scare you. Huening Kai could never scare you.

You realize just then that there really wasn’t another secret, darker alter to Hueningkai, some frightening Jekyll and Hyde dynamic that your friends had placed into your head. Kai was always Kai, your sweet, perfect, nervous, nerdy, awkward Kai, even when he was saying the nastiest things you had ever heard in your life. It wracked you with guilt that for a brief moment you doubted your trust in him.

“You don’t scare me, Kai.” You say simply, because you couldn’t get yourself to say anything else. The genuinely shocked look on Kai’s face at your words makes your chest ache.

“Really?” He asks just above a whisper. “I didn’t scare you?”

“No, I… I liked it.” You admit, face heating up. “I liked it, and… I want more. I want you to punish me, like you said you would last night.”

Kai’s big puppy eyes change in an instant; suddenly all of that niceness was gone, and he was gazing up at you like a predator. His eyes were dangerous and dark, dripping with a hunger you were frighteningly unfamiliar with. The sudden shift takes you by surprise and ignites the kindling of a fire in your belly.

“Okay then.” Kai says slowly, taking his time easing out of his chair. You don’t miss the big, dizzying bulge in his sweats when he stands up. “Then let’s talk.”

He sits you down on his (your) bed and sits across from you on Taehyun’s, just enough distance that you could finally breathe. His eyes tear you apart, inspecting you inch by inch as he nibbles on his lip and twiddles his fingers. Knee bouncing anxiously like your pattering heartbeat. “Before we do anything,” he starts, “I just want to hear your boundaries. Is that okay? I don’t want to do anything that you won’t like— the last thing I want is to make you uncomfortable or hurt you.”

You smile at that, touched by Kai’s concern. “What do you mean by boundaries?”

“Like your hard limits, your soft limits.” Kai explains gently, moving to rest his hands on his shuffling knees. You stare at his long, thick fingers a few beats longer than you meant to. “Things you don’t want me to do to you. Let me know about what to stay away from so this can be enjoyable for both of us.”

You should have expected to be asked something like this, but you’re woefully unprepared to answer. Squirming in your big coat with your face and belly hot— you were starting to feel like the virgin you thought Kai was. “I… I don’t really know. I’ve never really done anything like this before… but I want to try it. With you.”

Kai lets out a deep sigh, one of his hands rising to push his bangs back from his eyes; pretty brown pupils dark and dripping with honeyed venom, such a startling juxtaposition from the sweet smile on his soft lips. You stare at him mesmerized.

“Thank you. For trusting me.” He says, low and sincere, pink tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip. “If there’s ever a point where you feel unsafe or uncomfortable, don’t be afraid to tell me, okay? I promise I’ll stop immediately.”

“Okay…” you nod. Your anxiety was diminishing by the minute, being replaced with a tranquil sense of trust. Only Kai could ever make you feel this safe.

“For boundaries, just follow my lead.” Kai continues. “I’ll list something, and you tell me if you’re okay with it or not, okay?”

“Okay.” you say again, more confidently. Kai crookedly grins.

“Good girl. Just say yes or no, okay?”

Good girl, said so flippantly like he did at the bar. You shiver, electrified; you can still feel Kai’s hot breath panting in your ear when he called you that last night, that hard thick bulge in his pants you’ve been trying desperately not to look at pushing hard against your ass, teasing you, haunting you.

“Y/N?” Kai asks softly, sending you reeling back to the present. “Is that okay?”

“Yes! I mean— yes, yes that’s okay.”

Kai giggles, eyes scrunching up in that way you adore so much. “Alright then. Can I hit you?”

The casual way in which he says it is what sends you reeling. You blink hard, hesitating for a moment. “Hit… me? Where?”

“Wherever you’d like.” Kai answers with the sweetest and most innocent of smiles. Only his bright red cheeks are giving him away. “I can spank you, if you want. I can slap you. Your face, your tits. Your... your pussy even, if you’d let me.”

Once again you’re pulled away from reality, flooded with memories all at once from your salacious dreams; being spanked for misbehaving, Kai’s big strong hands ruthless on your soft skin. How it hurt but how you loved it, craved and begged for more.

“You can spank me.” You finally get out after a while. “You can spank my p-pussy too… just please be gentle. And I don’t want to be hit in the face.”

“That’s perfectly fine, angel. I’ll be gentle, I promise.” Kai soothes in a deep croon, mixing deliciously and dizzyingly with the new pet name and making you rub your thighs together. You can tell that he notices from the wolfish way that his grin widens. “Do you want me to just use my hand or can I use a toy to spank you?”

The simple idea of being spanked with something other than a hand is enough to make you squirm and hide your face; it was something you had never even thought about before, but now…

“You can do both...” you mumble quietly, too embarrassed to meet Kai’s gaze. He gives you an approving hum.

“Can I choke you?”

“Yes.” You answer with less hesitation, taking another quick glance at Kai’s fingers, now tugging at the hem of his hoodie. He lets out a breathy “oh,” like he had been hit hard in the chest and lost his breath. You can feel the carnal hunger in his gaze as it washes over you; it’s already so overwhelming and he hasn’t even touched you yet.

“Can I tie you up?” Kai continues heavily, deep voice a few octaves lower. You bite your lip to keep from whimpering.

“Yes.”

“Can I pull your hair?” he reaches out suddenly to grab at your exposed upper thigh— he pushes the coat aside with his thumb to caress your bare skin, and the teasing touch is enough to make your voice shake.

“Y-yes.”

“Can I call you names? Is it okay if I’m mean to you?” His fingers dig into the fat of your inner thigh.

“Please be mean to me.” You stutter out breathlessly.

The bulge in his sweats is obscene, straining hard against the fabric as he strokes your thigh, looking imposing and impossibly large. Slowly, he rises to close the gap between you, using his free hand to tilt your chin up to meet his eyes; the way he looks at you borders on predatory, like he was going to eat you, so dirty and different than any look he’s ever given you before. Your pussy throbs as his thumb brushes softly across your bottom lip.

“Oh, princess,” he coos, sugary sweet, “What am I going to do with you?”

“What are you going to do with me?” you echo timidly, still meek even as you reach out to place your hand on his chest.

Kai’s grin turns practically devilish, his hand brushing higher and higher up your thigh. “I think you deserve a punishment for your behavior yesterday, don’t you? Acting so bratty, dressed like a slut… You’re dressed like one now, aren’t you? Under that coat.”

The pad of his finger slips under your skirt to ghost over the front of your panties, expecting to feel soaked fabric— but all he’s met with is wet skin, fingertip sliding between your bare, dripping pussy lips. Kai growls like an animal. “You’re trying to kill me.”

Your thighs clench hard, trapping his hand between them, and the hand you had placed on his chest grabs a fistful of his hoodie as if it has a mind of its own. “Punish me,” you beg, meek and pathetic, needy pussy wetting his hand, “Show me who I belong to. Make me yours.”

Kai stares at you in what almost seems like disbelief.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks after taking a moment to study your face.

“Yes, please.” you answer, already leaning in to bridge the gap.

Kai kisses you so passionately that it takes your breath away, his hands grabbing your waist as he pries your lips apart with his tongue. He demands his way inside your mouth and you let him in happily, moaning in delight as the taste of him floods your senses, as he takes over your lips and your mind completely. Your hands paw uselessly at his shoulders and neck, Kai swallowing up your sweet little whimpers and pulling you up onto his lap. Your synapses misfire in your brain like fireworks, like those sparklers you had that day on the beach, bright and loud and burning. You have a scar on your finger from letting the sparks get too close, and surely this will leave a sort of scar in your brain, aching with the memory of your best friend’s lips on yours. Kissing Kai felt like coming home.

The two of you only part when you’re both dizzy and desperate for air, and you giggle against his mouth because if you didn’t you were afraid you’d begin to cry. With roaming, greedy hands he tears your coat off your body, lets it fall onto the mattress and leave you exposed to him in an unwashed dress that doesn’t even belong to you.

You’ll pay Haeul for the dry cleaning.

“God, I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long…” Kai whispers against your lips, his palms running over your skin in rapture, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. The confession hung heavy in the air, weighing down on your sloping shoulders. Words get stuck in your throat as you try to think of something to say, and Kai steals them from you with another, filthier kiss, spit connecting your lips in strings when he pulls away to marvel at you. His hands are everywhere, pawing at your hips and cupping your breasts, running down your bare back to squeeze your ass, his touch growing rougher as his self control begins to slip.

“Oh baby…” he huffs, honeyed voice labored and panting. “Fuck, look at you.”

You lean into his embrace, let him trace the contours of the plunging neckline, the way the backless cut is so low it exposes the dimples just above your ass.

“You said you liked it.” you giggle coyly.

He growls in response, flipping you over onto your back and taking you by surprise— he kneels over you with his hands on either side of your head, pretty lips pulled into the most salacious of smirks as his eyes continue to rake down your body.

“Hyuka…” you whimper, the few inches between your faces feeling like miles.

“Fuck, keep calling me that,” he groans, “It’s gonna sound so hot when I’m tearing you apart.”

He swoops down to give you another quick kiss of appreciation before pulling himself back up and off the bed. You whimper at the loss but Kai is quick to shush you, big hand coming up to rub soothing circles into your thigh as he rummages around underneath his bed— to grab that shoebox, you realize with a jolt.

“Turn over ‘n arch your back, can you do that for me? Ass up, I gotta teach you a lesson.”

You shudder and follow his directions, burying your face in the sheets as he places the box on the mattress beside you and gathers what he needs… having to dig through all your dirty underwear to get to it. You can feel the bed dip with his weight as he settles himself back over you. He runs his hands up your thighs and over your ass and waist, across your shoulders and down your arms— in one swift motion he grabs your wrists and tugs your arms taught behind your back, binding them in place with the dull click of cold metal. The handcuffs. You’re completely at his mercy now.

“Are they too tight?” Kai asks when you test your restraints, tug at them uselessly; they don’t budge an inch, only cut tighter and tighter into the skin of your wrists with every movement. It’s an alien feeling, being bound like this, but you find yourself enjoying it much more than you thought you would, stoking the fire in your belly. You shake your head no.

“Good.” He says, palming the globe of your ass. He pulls your cheeks apart with his thumbs, exposing your pussy to his greedy eyes. The cold air hits your warm wet core, making you gasp; Kai’s quick to soothe you with his fingers sliding up and down your wet slit, pausing every so often to rub rough circles against your swollen, sensitive clit. He plays with you like he’s inspecting you, pulling your pussy lips apart to watch your hole clench and dribble slick, teasing it with the lightest pressure against your rim before pulling away.

“God, you’ve got the prettiest pussy.” He whispers in awe, pinching the fat of your folds. “I can’t wait to ruin it.”

Without warning, he rears his hand back and slaps you, hard, against your bare cunt. The sting is sharp and mind-numbing, making you cry out sharply, but your voice quickly wavers into a low moan; it hurts like hell but you revel in it, the tingling in your fevered skin only serving to make you wetter.

Kais hand then moves to cup and squeeze at your asscheek; you can feel your arousal coating his palm, your pussy so wet you’ve drenched it with just a single spank. “Count for me, okay honey?” Kai croons, gentle. “And say ‘thank you for every one.”

“Yes, Hyuka,” you whimper, fighting the urge to look over your shoulder back at him as he shuffles around behind you, picking up whatever he had placed aside earlier. You hear a soft ‘good girl’ as he settles himself back into place.

Kai rewards your good behavior with your first proper spank, hard and fast and with a wooden paddle instead of his hand— you cry out, even louder and shriller than before, your hands twisting against the handcuffs as you shy away from Kai’s grasp. You never thought pain could feel this good.

“Fuck! One!” you huff out, winded, completely unprepared. Kai tuts, condescending.

“One, what? Be a big girl and use your words now.”

“One, thank you!” you correct yourself quickly, thighs already quivering.

He spanks you again on the other cheek, this time harder; you shriek at the sharp pain of the paddle, but it quickly morphs into a broken moan. The paddle elicits pain in a way you had never felt before, could hardly describe, the shocking sting reverberating throughout your entire body and coalescing in your mind, leaving you breathless and unable to focus on anything other than Kai’s big hand running soothingly down the small of your back, the leather of the paddle ghosting over your flushed skin teasingly. “Two, thank you!”

To your disappointment, Kai only hums. This time he gives you not a second to prepare yourself before the paddle comes down again, catching the meat of your upper thigh. It hurts so bad it makes your eyes water, your mouth stuck open in a drooly, silent scream. Your cunt throbs and aches. “Tell me you’re a whore.” Kai demands, voice rough and low, sending shivers down your spine.

“I-I’m a wh-whore.” you stutter out, wobbly voice barely above a whisper.

Two ear-ringing spanks land hard on your bruising ass, one after another on the exact same spot. You’re unable to control the shrill shriek that erupts from your parted, panting lips, your eyes watery with unshed tears. “Louder.” Kai spits, grabbing a tight fistful of your hair and tugging your face out from the bedsheets. “Let everyone hear what you are.”

“T-three, four!” you cry out, your head spinning, your thoughts fragmented. You’ve been broken entirely, you fear, somewhere in the back of your mind. Broken and ruined and never the same again. The thought doesn’t scare you as much as you thought it would. “I’m a whore, I’m a whore! Thank you, thank you, thank you—!”

“Good girl,” Kai coos, a little condescending. He seemed to enjoy watching you break just as much as you enjoyed being broken. “Just one more, okay?”

He caresses your swollen asscheek with a surprising tenderness, thumb rubbing soothing circles across the burning flesh. Your cunt is so wet that rivulets of slick begin to drip down your thighs, and by the harsh intake of breath you hear behind you you’re sure that Kai has noticed.

You brace for the spank, face buried in Kai’s sheets, but still your body shook with pain and pleasure as he lands it, vicious and aggressive, right over your throbbing cunt. The spank stung like nothing you had ever felt before, harder than the others before it, the pain reverberating through your core and making you hiccup pathetically— you’re floating, your fragmented and silenced thoughts somewhere far away, but the gentle hand on your hip grounds you back into Kai’s sheets, back into the moment as your body aches and yearns for more. “Five!” you finally manage to spit out, your cheeks wet with tears you weren’t aware you had shed. “Thank you!”

Your punishment ends and it’s like a switch flips in Kai; his hands smooth over your hips and thighs, so, so gentle in caressing the blistering globes of your ass. ”Such a good girl, took your punishment so well…” He croons, pressing feather light kisses to your shoulder blades. “Knew you could do it, my perfect girl. So proud of you. Are you ready for more?”

“Please,” you pant, chest heaving. You hardly recognize your own voice.

Kai’s breath hitches at your answer, his hips stuttering as he presses them up against your ass. The fabric of his pants scratches deliciously against your pussy, the thick shaft of his cock rock hard and straining, slotted perfectly between your quivering lips. Your skin tingles from the kiss he presses against the back of your neck, gentle and chaste. “Such a good girl deserves a reward, doesn’t she?” he purrs into your ear, his warm chest molded to your sweaty back. “What do you want, princess?”

“You.” you beg, sob. “You, Hyuka, please.”

Your answer makes Kai growl roughly into your hair, buck his hips quick and dirty against your ass. His white-knuckle grip on your hips makes your head spin, only growing tighter. “Fuck. You want me? Want my cock? Whatever you want, baby, I’ll give it to you.”

The bed creaks when Kai gets off, his deep little chuckle reverberating through your body. Missing his touch, you roll over onto your back to watch him as he digs through his nightstand drawer, the raw skin of your ass stinging when they brush up against the sheets. Kai giggles triumphantly when he finds a condom, quick to tear the foil with his teeth, and the sweet, innocent noise of his laughter is almost enough of a distraction from his long fingers pulling down his waistband. His cock slaps up against his belly obscenely when fully freed, flushed pink and twitching, flared mushroom tip leaking tantalizing pearls of precum— you bite your lip to hold in your gasp, cunt clenching around nothing at the sight.

“Why are you looking at me like that..?” Kai laughs, his blonde bangs shading his blushing cheeks as he sheepishly lowers his gaze to the ground. It would be like him, you think, to be embarrassed in a moment like this. He looks so sexy you could cry.

“I… I don’t think it’ll fit..” you admit in a whisper, thighs shaking.

“Oh baby,” Kai coos, sugary sweet, that hesitant nervousness melting into something darker, more alluring. You watch him roll the condom over his thick, leaking cock with bated breath and a throbbing core. “I’ll make it fit, don’t worry.”

Kai moves too quickly for you to react, grabbing at your ankle and pulling you down the bed with shocking ease. You wrap your legs tight around trim waist as he brings your hips together in a delicious clash of skin. He pries your legs apart over his shoulders, pushes your knees to your chest to spread you out fully for his view— the movement makes his cockhead slide rough and fast up your slit to knocks hard against your clit, making you both moan. He stares at your throbbing pussy in rapture, wide eyes with blown pupils making you squirm and fight the urge to hide.

“God, you’re so wet,” Kai breaths, sliding two fingers between your folds, spreading around the mess of slick— soon he has them pistoning hard in and out of your hole, scissoring them apart and stretching your quivering gummy walls so perfect, rubbing up against all your neglected sweet spots as you moan his name. Your pussy gushes with the lewdest wet sounds, nasty enough to make your ears burn. “Wettest cunt I’ve ever seen. Gotta stretch you so I can fit, yeah?”

“Don’t need it!” you gasp, tugging at the handcuffs still keeping your arms snug behind your back. You want more than anything to touch, to guide Kai to where you need him the most. You don’t know how much more teasing you can take. “I don’t need it, don’t need the condom, just need you… just fuck me!”

“No condom?” he echoes in disbelief, stroking himself with his free hand. “A-are you sure? I mean, I’m clean, and I’m sure you—”

“Take it off!” you hiss

Kai pulls his fingers out, leaves your hole gaping and fluttering as he tugs off the condom and lines his cock up— it feels so much realer without the latex in the way, hot and spreading precum around your cunt. Hiis cockhead feels impossibly big pushing up against your entrance, so close it’s threatening to slip inside. “Come on, princess,” Kai teases, rolling his hips. “Good whores say please, don’t they?”

“Please!” you beg, desperate and whiny. You’ve never needed a cock this badly in your entire life. “Fuck me, Hyuka, please!”

Kai lets out the prettiest broken moan, sheathing himself inside you in one smooth thrust. He gives you no time to adjust, immediately settling into a punishing rhythm pounding you into the mattress. You’re overwhelmed in seconds, mindless and reeling in the best possible way, your high pitched staccato moans overtaking his breathy groans.

“B-big!” you hiccup, eyes rolling back from the onslaught of pleasure. His thick cock so deep you can feel him in your belly, so stretched out you fear that he would tear you in half, his fat cockhead knocking at your cervix with every thrust and sending wave after wave of euphoria through your body. Without a condom you can feel every little ridge and vein, how he twitches and throbs inside of you. His intensity leaves you breathless, unable to think or hardly speak, each thrust surrendering you deeper into the throws of submission and desire. “Too big!”

“‘Too big?’” Kai mocks, his hips unrelenting, sticky wet plap plap plaps echoing off the walls making your cunt clench around him. “Am I too big for your little cunt, baby? After you were begging for my cock like a little slut?”

You can’t reply, can’t do anything other than mewl and cry as Kai splits you open. He seems to like that quite a bit.

“Being’ fucked so good you can’t speak? Fuck, that’s so hot. You’re so hot. Been wanting this forever, you have no idea—“ Kai’s rambling, pretty face flushed pink and his brown puppy eyes so dark and wild; he seemed completely lost in the feeling of you, so ruthless yet unfocused as his hands tug at the hem of your dress. You had forgotten you were even still wearing it, pushed up to gather around your waist. “You’re mine now, you hear? Pussy’s all mine. Never— fuck, never letting you go.”

He pulls the top of your dress down so it hangs uselessly around your middle, your plush tits spilling out to meet Kai’s hungry gaze and greedy fingers. Your perky nipples harden from the cold air, flushed and begging to be touched; Kai can’t seem to help but stare as they bounce with each of his thrusts, his tongue falling out of his panting mouth like a hungry dog. “Pretty tits,” he pants, reaching up to gently slap one of your breasts— he groans at the jiggle, the way you whimper when his palm meets your sensitive flesh. “I’ve always— I’ve always loved your tits.”

He captures your pert bud between his lips, hot wet tongue soothing the skin he had just slapped; he’s so rough with it, nibbling and sucking bruises, pinching and twisting the one not in his mouth between his thumb and forefinger. The sensations combined with Kai’s quickening hips, his unbelievable words drive you to the brink of ecstasy, your shrill cries deafening even in your own ears. “Hyuka!” you beg shrilly and tearfully, but you’re not sure what for. “Hyuka, please, please—!”

“Shut up.” He mumbles, pulling away from your nipple with a wet pop. His hand moves from your overstimulated breast to encircle your throat, his grip tight, fingers squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch and your brain fuzzy. He keeps you pinned to the mattress by your throat, keeping you perfectly still to receive the hard, rough thrusts of his hips. You gasp in shock, your hazy eyes blown wide, his grip adding a delicious edge to your arousal, his words churning hot in your belly… your pussy spasms around Kai’s cock, gummy walls sucking him in impossibly deeper as you finally let the pleasure overtake you.

“I’m gonna cum!” you bleat, your chest heaving, his fist still clasped so perfectly tight around your throat. “Kai, I’m gonna, I—“

“Shh, princess,” Kai laughs breathlessly, his voice cracking as his hips stutter. His grip loosens, other hand coming to rub electrifying circles against your clit. “Gonna cum all over this cock? Fuck— I’m gonna cum too, baby, you feel so good! Gonna— Can I cum inside you? Wanna cum inside you. Cum with me, okay? Come together with me—!”

You can’t take his words— hot fire in your belly roars, engulfing your entire being, and you’re sent over the edge in a symphony of pleasure. You’re barely able to nod, and the minute you do Kai follows close behind with a beautiful whiny moan. His cock twitches violently inside of you as he releases spurt after spurt of his hot, thick load deep into your womb, filling you up until the frothy, white mess leaked around around his shaft.

Kai huffs and puffs for a few moments before flopping on top of you, almost entirely dead weight; you squeak in complaint, your arms going numb and the metal handcuffs biting into your back. He kisses you as an apology and pulls out slowly, rolling over just enough to undo the cuffs and toss them aside, quickly coming back to snuggle against your chest as you wrap your arms around him. As the two of you catch your breath, chests rising and falling with the intensity of your shared orgasm, Kai tenderly caresses your waist, surprisingly hesitant and gentle in contrast to all of his touches before. His melted chocolate eyes meet yours, filled with passion and desire and something a little more. “That was…”

“Amazing.” you finish, a blissful smile gracing your lips.

“Can.. can we do that again?” Kai asks eagerly. “Not now, but like. Later. All the time? We should do that all the time.”

You guffaw, throwing your head against the mattress, and Kai nuzzles against your jaw with a happy, satisfied purr. His cum leaks from your pussy down onto the bedsheets, mixing with your own release to leave the both of you cuddled together in a nasty wet puddle.

You’ve never felt better.

“Are you asking me that as my best friend, or are you asking me that as my boyfriend?” you snort.

Kai lifts his head to blink at you owlishly, before a delighted grin takes over his pink sweaty face. “I can be your boyfriend?!”

You shake your head, guiding Kai back down to nestle into the hollow of your throat. Your relationship was something the two of you could talk about later. For right now, you just want to hold him. “You’re an idiot.” You tell him lovingly.

You wouldn’t say you were close to your step brother, Kai. After his dad married your mom when you were both in highschool, you had your respective friend groups and didn’t feel a need to get so close. 

With the both of you now in college, you didn’t see each other as often. He stayed back living at home while you left to live in the dorms. You wanted a taste of freedom and to be more reckless with your choices and how you spent your nights. He was quite the opposite. He was more of a homebody and liked being around his small group of friends. 

What you liked about not having to go to school with him everyday and getting questions about your family dynamic. You wanted to be your own person outside of this new family. Even after a couple years of this, you couldn’t get yourself to feel comfortable with it, you liked how things were before. So when college came around, you were excited for a new chapter. 

—--

It was getting closer to winter break, which meant you had to go back home for the time off school. Your mom calls every other day checking up on you, letting you know she misses you and is excited to have you back home. To be honest, you were a bit excited too, home cooked meals, your comfy bed, and to see Kai. Which was a first…he had been messaging you here and there about some home updates and how the cats were doing. The cats being from his older sister Lea that she brought over from time to time. It felt like he wanted to try on your relationship again. Bringing comfort to your heart, was what it felt like to be wanted? Perhaps..

As time flew by, the couple days before the dorms would close up, your stepdad and Kai came by to help you move your belongings back. Just like they did when you had arrived. What was different this time was how much bulkier Kai had gotten during the 5 months you hadn’t seen him. 

His broad shoulders, his large biceps, and how much easier it was to lift things than before. It gave you a new perspective of him, you liked it. 

Arriving back home he let his dad know he could bring your things up to your room and help you put things away. Your parents thought of it as a nice catching up time for the both of you. Seeing as they were well aware of how distant the two of you are and you haven’t been home in a while. 

The two of you went up to your room,conveniently right next to his, which led to you two sharing a bathroom upstairs. Reminded you of the times you irked him with how messy you were with your things and how long you would take in the shower. He would show it but never say anything to you about it. Leaving you to brush things aside and continue to ignore him. 

You let him know to just take things out of boxes while you put them in their respective places. He liked seeing all your personal belongings and how they matched you so well. He could tell which was your favorite color and what motifs you liked the most. Keeping note of that to himself for the future.

“That should be it, just my clothes so I’ll just do that myself.” Ending the sentence off with an awkward laugh. “I think we left one of the suitcases back in the car, I’ll bring that up for you.” It was so sweet how quick he was to help you. You nod to him as he leaves you just for a couple minutes. 

After bringing it up to you, he lets you know how happy he was to have you back home. Leaving you to tend to your things. Hearing him head back to his room and hear the slight sound of his music playing from his speakers. Unpacking the last few items of clothing you notice something was different. Almost like your suitcase was touched before you had opened it up again. Or perhaps you miscounted how many panties you had packed? Weird, but maybe it was all the stress of packing. Brushing it off you go back to organizing.

—--

 A few days had passed, getting comfortable being back home was easier than you thought. Getting into the grove of seeing Kai for most of the day and hanging out in his room. He liked showing you all the songs he’s learned on his array of instruments while you share what you’ve been learning in school. 

What you didn’t expect the most was how quick you two got with being touchy with each other. Reaching for hands to catch each other's attention. Resting your head on his shoulder while his arm is wrapped around you while watching a movie.

Kai took in every moment with you. Admiring how you looked while you slept in his bed, falling asleep to his playing on the piano. The way you asked for his sweaters because they fit larger on you. Receiving them back and smelling like you. He couldn’t help but crave more of you.

Every night, he waited until you were fast asleep. Making sure you couldn’t hear him getting off to the scent of you. His hand went up and down on his shaft while he sniffed the missing panties you couldn’t find on your day of coming back home. Soft grunts escaping his lips becoming muffled by your panties, sniffing them and licking, getting lost in you. For all he knows this is all he can have of you. It was wrong to think of his step sister this way but he couldn’t help it. The way you smiled and the way you looked after those close to you made his heart ache. He could get lost in your eyes and the way you laughed at this jokes made him feel special to you.

He wanted more, and he was going to get it to fill his hunger for you.

—--

He had came 3 times that night, once in his hands and twice in your panties. Soiling them with his cum, he wished you could have a taste. He needed to wash them before leaving them back in your room like they were never gone. Waking up hazy that day he got out of bed. You noticed that he hadn’t been up yet. Both your parents were out of the house already due to work. It seemed like they didn’t wake him up for breakfast. Thinking to yourself, that it would be nice to make him breakfast yourself. Getting to work in the kitchen, apron on and hair tucked away from your face. Starting off on the pancake batter before cutting some fresh fruit. Amongst all the sounds of the cooking, you didn’t hear Kai come down the stairs. Still in a hazy state, seeing you happily cooking felt like a dream. He wanted to have you so bad, to come up behind you and kiss your neck and surprise you with his touch. The way the apron was tied he could see your figure perfectly. The thing he would do to have his hands on your waist. 

Shaking him out of his dream like gaze at you when you had turned around, seeing him look at you. “You’re finally up!” Throwing a quick smile to him before you turned back around to flip the pancakes. “Yea I was having trouble sleeping last night.” Truthfully speaking, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. “Well you’re lucky it’s break so you don’t have an excuse to have a good sleeping schedule.” Letting you ramble on about how you always stayed up late when you were in the dorms. So lost in your own talking you had lost concentration and touched the hot pan by accident. You yelped at the sudden contact, the burning feeling lasted only a second until Kai came up behind you.

Slipping the tips of your index and middle finger in his mouth. Overwhelming, the feeling of his tongue soothes your fingers. The warmth of his mouth nicely cools down your hot finger tips. Your eyes meet his then his lips, you always like the shape of his lips. How he talks from the right side of his mouth and how pretty his cupid bow was. His name slips out past your lips quietly, catching his attention, he slowly takes your fingers out his mouth. “Sorry that was-” “No it’s okay it actually helped a bit” Cutting him off and smiling up at him. He examined your fingers making sure nothing was wrong. Noticing how nicely his bangs framed his face and the point of his nose. “I’ll go get you some burn cream just in case.”

Came back after a minute, applying the cream and bandaging it, treating you so delicately. “I’ll help you with the rest of breakfast so nothing else goes wrong, okay?” He says while rolling up his sleeves. “Oh but Kai it was supposed to be a surprise and just for you!” feeling your face get a bit hot at the confession, this was new for you. “Really?” Nodding to him, looking away. He could feel his heart about to burst out of his chest from how considerate and cute you were being. “Well in that case, I’ll make it up to you.” Interested in what he meant. “Hmm How so?” a playful tone in your voice when you asked. “It’ll be a surprise tonight in my room.” He smiles at you before he goes to help you with breakfast.

After breakfast you both went into your own rooms, leaving you to yourself to wonder what Kai would surprise you with. Aswell left you to think about how much closer you two have gotten, it made your heart flutter. Something you wouldn’t admit to anyone else. Thinking about how comfortable he was with having you so close to him. Wishing he was braver with his hand placements when you would watch movies together on the couch. How long his eyes would linger on your body when you wore your smaller pair of shorts around the house. Eyeing his pretty doll like hands, his slender like fingers, reaching you in places you couldn’t even imagine-

A notification from your phone shocked you out of your imagination. It was from Kai letting you know he was free in about 30 minutes. You felt your heart beat get faster and your chest get hot, something had to be done. 

—--

What you didn’t know was Kai was just as nervous. He made the plan yet his palms were sweaty. He changed into comfier clothes, some loose grey sweats and a darker grey crewneck. It fit larger on him so his collarbones peaked through. The plan was that he was going to teach you how to play the piano. Something easy for beginners or for your case, a newbie. 

You knocked on his door, his head turned from his keyboard set up. “Come in.” Seeing you walk into his room, closing the door behind you. Seeing you in your cute frilly shorts and tank top that you usually wear to sleep. He felt an ache in his lower region.

“Does this mean you’re finally going to teach me how to play?” You say cheerfully as you walk over to him. He made some space for you on his bench so you could sit next to him. “Mhm, I’ll be patient with you, just promise you’ll be good.” Nodding at his words. He was pretty aware and quick to notice when you got frustrated when working on stuff. Notice this was a behavior that still followed you from high school to now college. 

Teaching you how to read music sheets, and what each of the keys were. He guided your hands onto the keys, letting them lay where he laid his, to match his movements. Telling you to follow his movements slowly and steady. It was so easy for you to get distracted by his natural beauty. How pretty he looked when focused on following the notes. 

After 20 minutes of getting you to follow his lead, you were still struggling on hitting the right keys. “My hands aren’t as big as yours Kai, it’s so much easier for you to reach the keys.” Hearing you whine his name made his breathing stop for a second. “You haven’t complained this entire time, but you decide to when talking about my hands?” He said a bit frustrated, he had to admit you were cute when you acted like this but so bratty at the same time. He really wondered..

“Well it’s true! Do you have a better idea?” Rolling your eyes a tad bit. “Sit on my lap, it’ll be easier to have my hands on top of yours.” The words escaped his mouth before he had time to think about saying them. “W-won’t it be uncomfortable.” taking back everything now. “No it’s fine I promise.”

Guiding you onto his lap, you were much smaller than him so he had no problem looking over your shoulder, in fact he could look over your head. Bringing your hands back to the keys, his hands on top of yours. Seeing how much bigger they were compared to yours, while you could feel his body heat, my god.

Surprisingly this way really did help you hit the right keys. Letting you both work together with no complaining from your end. Everytime you got it right, you would turn back and flash a big smile to Kai, not really noticing how much you were moving on his lap. Kai felt himself getting hard the more you did it. The lack of clothes and his growing crush are not helping his situation. He needed to end this session soon so he could relieve himself.

“How about we continue this tomorrow?” His hands on your waist, getting ready to lift you off quickly. “Okay, thank you my Kai.” saying with excitement, kissing him on the cheek. You wanted him to know, somehow. He felt himself freeze from your action. Turning yourself around, so that both your chest were now touching. “I’m just so lucky to have a step-brother like you.” Cupping his face. “Y/N…” he says gently. “Promise me you won’t teach anyone else how to play the way you taught me.” Bringing your lips to his ear. “Wouldn’t want to let them see how hard you get.” moving back to look into his eyes. “See you at dinner!” You got up from his lap, walking to the door.

Just as you were about to grab the door knob, Kai grabbed your wrist. Pulling you close to his chest, bringing you into a kiss. It was hard yet so quick. He pulled back first, locking into your eyes. “You’re the only one I’d want this close to.” whispering, holding your face with his free hand. “Show me how close I can get.” all he needed to hear for him to push you onto his bed. Your back hitting the mattress and he climbed on top of you. Bringing you in for another kiss, more hungry this time.

He let his hands roam your body, the first time he could touch and grope your breast. Not leaving anything to the imagination anymore. “Is it safe to say you’re the one who’s been stealing my panties.” You manage to say in between kisses, smirking up at him. Your snarky remark made him pinch your nipple through your shirt. Making you gasp and arch into his touch. “Don’t get so bold with me now.” Pulling your shirt over your head. His lips meet your chest. “But yes, I only want my pretty step-sisters' panties.” leaving kisses all over your boobs, sucking and flicking your nipples with his mouth and tongue. Hearing the sweet moans and gasp he’s been waiting to hear for so long. 

It was almost embarrassing, you never felt this good and it was all because of your step-brother. “More please.” You say as you pull the end of his crew neck and touch the waist band of his sweats. He pulled himself away from your chest, it was glistening from all his drool and saliva. It was such a hot sight. “Hold on.” going to grab his phone and snap a photo or two of you. So dazed already, you didn’t stop him, not that you cared all too much now. Everything was out the window. Getting rid of his crewneck, pulling his sweats and boxers a bit down to pull his dick out. It was so big, bigger than what you’ve ever seen or taken. You felt your mouth get dry just looking at it. “All for my pretty step sister.” He said while stroking it slowly. Stopping for a second so he could help you remove your shorts and panties together, he’ll be keeping those for himself after this. Then he removed his sweats.

He brought himself close to you, feeling his bare cock against your lips. Guiding himself against you, not letting himself inside you just yet. “You’re so pretty like this.” He goes to hold your hand, it feels so intimate and genuine. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this, I beat myself over it so much.” The friction of his dick against you made him whimper. “But I don’t care right now, I just want you to myself, my pretty step-sister who I want to kiss and fuck every day.” Bringing you for another kiss, your free hand going around his neck and pulling at the ends of his hair. He continued humping against you, the sounds of his precum and slick getting louder the faster he went. “It’s not entirely wrong if I'm not inside right ?” Nodding at his words, agreeing with him. 

You bring your hand down to his length, making sure you got some of his precum on your fingers. He watched you bring your coated fingers to your chest. Rubbing his precum on all over your chest, nipples shining on his precum. “You’re so dirty.” Smirking at you. “Only for my step-brother.”  Licking your fingers clean from the remaining release. 

“I’m not gonna cum like this Kai.” You whine, pulling him closer to whisper. “I want you inside, to cum deep inside too.” You pout, hoping he could comply and fulfil your request. “Just for a little bit, okay?” He had some worry in his voice, truthfully this was new territory for you both but he wanted this as bad as you did too. 

He steadies himself over you. Hand on his length, guiding himself into you. Going back to hold your waist in one hand, your hand in his other. Letting himself enter you slowly, his length was unbelievable. “Mmfuck, so tight.” Moaning at the stretch. Once he was fully in, he stayed still for a second, letting you get comfortable first. “Only I want to be this close with you. Promise me you won’t have anyone else.” Looking into his eyes asking for him. “Promise.” Meeting you with a kiss.

“I’m going to move now okay? I’ll go slow.” nodding at him. And he did, he was gentle, treating you like glass. Your body went from feeling pain to arousal in seconds. You could see himself poking through your belly, it was so hot. With your free hand you went to poke at the bulge. “Fuck that feels so good.” He moans. His movements get faster. The stuff about being inside you for a little bit was all a white lie. He didn’t want this to end. “Harder please.” you moaned, pulling him into a deep kiss. He follows your request, thrusting harder. Feeling himself get closer to his release. “I’m gonna cum b-baby, you want it inside right, deep inside.” Stuttering at the nickname. He felt his face get hot, flustered at his own words. “Yes, cum for me my Kai, I want all of it.” Lips touching, a string of saliva keeping you two connected.

“Wan.. you to cum too.” His words slur as he tried his hardest to get you to reach your high. Taking his hand from your waist to pinch at your nipples, twisting and pulling them. Seeing your mouth agape from his actions. Bringing his mouth to lick off the now dry precum you smeared on yourself. So gross and hot at the same time. He felt your walls clench every time he bit a little too hard on your nipples. “Don’t stop- Fuck.” clawing at his shoulder. “Fuck Kai, I’m cumming-” You cum with his name on your tongue, he’d do anything to hear you say it like that everyday. 

He could feel himself about to cum from the sight “Nngghh Fuck, all for you.” his hips stutter before he does one last deep thrust. He moans so loud when he cums, scared it might confuse the neighbors. Pulling out, watching his cum leak out of your now puffy hole. Bringing his fingers down to you, scooping himself and pushing it back in. You were so sensitive but the feeling turned you on even more. “Don’t want it to go to waste.” Saying it more to himself. 

You laid there on his bed while he soothed your legs, a comfortable silence. “I’ll be back.” Leaving you to go get some water and a rag to clean you up with. Again treating you like you were delicate, and you were in his eyes. Cleaning you slowly, appreciating your body and the areas his eyes haven’t met until now.

After a while, the two of you laid in his bed, chest to chest, sheets covering you both. Conversating about anything like usual. It’s like your relationship didn’t matter, not right now. Limbs intertwined with each other, voices mixed, sharing laughs and whispers. “Maybe next time you could show me how you would touch yourself to me.” smiling at you as he played with your hair.

The supermart is busy and fast-paced, but not too crowded to the point that it brings you fatigue. In your hand is your notes app full of groceries, and as you call out each product, Kai brings it up within your range of vision, prior to moving it on one side. “Oh shit, I missed the toothpaste. Be right back” You mumble. The other nods at hollering, “'Kay. I’ll just meet you at the counter.”

Rushing to the hygiene section, you nearly trip over yourself trying to recall the type you use. You have no idea what difference the toothpaste with cooling crystals has over the one with cooling menthol chips, opting to grab both and just asking Kai instead.

Over at the checkout, the ash-haired boy isn’t hard to spot. Tall and broad all around, he sticks out like a sore thumb in his gray sweats and large beige sweater. He waved over at you, and you see that you came just in time to help him clear out the pushcart. You squeeze your way past the others in line, settling on his left and bringing up both types of toothpastes up to his face. He smiles, grabbing the other, to which you toss the other on one of the go-back shelves filled with toys and candies from children who didn’t have their way.

Kai is nice and considerate, knows which item to place on the conveyor belt first for the bagger’s convenience; separates frozens and hygiene, poultry from other produce.

About three-fourths through the basket, you notice Kai favoring his left hand over his right. His right hand stays unmoving by his side, though his face shows he’s unbothered. Still concerned, you inquire, “Everything okay?” He’s evidently surprised that you notice, shaking his head as he continues hauling the products. 

You’re aware that Kai has a tendency to keep things to himself, fear of becoming a burden or hassle. You always tell him the opposite, and this instance is no exception. “Are you hurt? Let me see your arm.” He jolts back dramatically when you lean toward him, and with a skeptical look, you back down. 

For one second.

You grab his right hand without delay when he raises it to the cashier, and the item he’s been trying to conceal drops flat on the floor.

The box shines in gold, the letters ‘XXL’ embossed in bold, large letters. 

He quickly bends down to grab it. At the time that his head is level to yours and your eyes meet his, both widen with yours in shock, his in embarrassment.

The cashier taps the register with an impatient look, “Um… Am I going to ring that up for you?”

The commute home is silent and awkward; all you can think about is the box of condoms stored in the pockets of Kai’s bottoms. 

“It’s right next to his extra-extra large dick.”

You smack your head against the doors, and the other, maybe even the entire train, looks at you like you’re stupid. You mentally scream at yourself to shut up, to stop pondering over it. Though it’s hard not to when a seat clears up, and you’re sat head-to-head with his nether region. The more you tell yourself not to think about it, the more you torment yourself by doing the exact reverse subconsciously. You turn your entire body away from him and onto the window, your legs to your chest, truly cementing yourself as the crazy lunatic on the transit.

Walking uphill to your apartment at the peak of the sun’s presence—a whole workout in itself, isn’t even enough to take your mind off it. Though now you were speculating about why he didn’t just bring it onto the belt like a normal person. “Kai’s a healthy adult man,” reason with yourself, “of course he’d be active.” You’re no virgin either. Maybe you overreacted earlier, clutching your pearls like chastity was something you practiced. 

So why didn’t he just tell you? Were you not close enough to know stuff like that?

Kai knows the ins and outs of your love life, and upon retrospection, you’ve realized he doesn’t really share anything about himself. Not unless you see it unfold in real time, questioning follow-ups then and there. 

The front door unlocks, and you hurriedly drop the bags onto the counter, taking a seat on one of the high stools. 

You observe the other, taking his time to lock the door and organize the shoes by the door before rolling his sleeves to put the groceries away. 

You think about how good a partner he’d be, if he was anything like how you see him around the house—around you. He’s fun and lighthearted, careful and honest. He’s let your faults slide over a thousand occurrences before, never failing to say sorry for his own shortcomings no matter how inconsequential they are. Quite literally the perfect boyfriend. You apologize for only appreciating him like this because of the box of condoms.

You wonder if he has a girlfriend and what his type would be. He doesn’t really bring anyone over, besides a few shared friends to rot on the couch with. “Maybe he’s gay?” You consider, “Or bi?”  If he was, wouldn’t he tell you? 

Maybe you’re a shit friend.

Determined to get to know the other better, you peer over at him as he places fruit into the fridge. “Hyuka?” 

He turns his head with an inquisitive look. “What’s up?” Clearing your throat, you prepare yourself for the corny words that come next. “I want you to know that, I would never judge you or whoever you have sex with. You can trust me with that crap.” Your words of friendship render him speechless, mouth parting and closing without any sound leaving it. He shuts the refrigerator, taking up a seat directly across from you. “I appreciate it.” He returns, the corners of his lips curving up slightly as it purses into a line. “It’s just,” he whispers, looking around and leaning in as if there were other people present, “I’m a virgin.” 

You nod, leaning in to match his stance. Proud of this bonding moment, it’s like the two of you have a little secret. Though you suppose it’s a bit mean-spirited to celebrate over Kai’s clear insecurities, watching him nibble at the bottom of his lips, bouncing his leg in his seat. “That’s totally normal.” You tell him, placing a hand over his, to stop him from picking the skin of his index fingers. “So you’re a virgin too?” He beams, and you’re almost sorry that you have to correct him that you’re not. When you do, his face portrays a red hue, apologizing for assuming almost immediately. You shake your head and say it’s fine. “So who’s the lucky recipient of your…” Regretting it almost immediately, you can't stop yourself, pointing at his crotch. You feign confidence and nonchalance, resting your chin on your palm.

You think it was impossible for him to turn darker, but he flushes to a bright cherry red with his face in his hands, voice muffled as he speaks through it. “I’m… Just going to practice. With a friend.” “Practice?” You press further, and he tells you the name of the person who offered to help him. You’ve heard about them before, one of the friends he used to work part-time with. 

You shouldn't be thinking this, but you’re jealous. You’ve been roommates since legality! How could he trust some rando over you?

“Not the point, this isn’t about you!” You mentally note once again.

Kai presses his cheek on the cool marble, avoiding your  gaze. “In case I do get… Intimate with someone I have feelings for. I don’t want them leaving me over my mediocrity.” In opposition to your better judgment, you nod along instead of hyping him up, knowing it would’ve done nothing to console him in all of his anxious glory.  

As a great friend—you know one surefire way to instill confidence in him.

“Your partner,” you start, throwing caution to the wind as you mentally prepare for the words you’ve scripted haphazardly, “They’re receiving?” 

Kai answers yes hastily, and you’re in awe of the unimaginable scene you’ve concocted as he hides behind his sweater paws. Maybe you’re just really horny, or ovulating.

With one last breath, your voice a tad too loud and fast, as you tell him: “I can do it.”

“Do what?” He asks, though he’s ninety-percent sure on what you mean. Regardless, you clarify, “I’ll be your first. I’ll help you practice and stuff.” 

Truthfully, you can count all of your sexual encounters on one hand, subtracting further when you take away over-the-shirt makeouts.

Kai’s brain goes into overdrive, half-paying attention as you list all of the pros and cons of you being his partner instead. “Plus, we can stop or go anytime. I won’t take it personally, ‘cause I know you.” 

His breathing is wobbly as he whispers, “Okay.” 

With a grin, you take his hand and tug him to his room. “Sorry Hyuka, but since I’m helping you out, it’s your sheets that will have to suffer the consequences.”

It’s a bit unfair, you know. Unorthodox? Absolutely; however you pay little to no mind as you kneel in the center of the mattress, patting your side giddily to call him over.

He’s hesitant and timid when he rounds the bed frame, and you wonder if he’s uncomfortable with you, if you’re forcing him to do this and he’s too nice to do anything about it. Your brazenness falters a bit. “Hey, don’t think like that,” As if he can read your mind, Kai sits next to you and caresses your cheeks, “It’s just my first time is all. I’m sure you’ll be wonderful.” 

Even in his own worry, he’s there to soothe you. You straighten your posture and ask: “How can I make it more comfortable for you?” He purses his lips in thought, eyeing your body. 

You get the signal, taking your top off, him mirroring your movements. “So I guess we can just start—”

Cut off by the force of his lips against your own, you lurch at the sudden contact. He pauses when you don’t kiss back, but when you do, it causes him to fall onto his back.

His kisses are open-mouthed and pliant, as if he was waiting for your actions before mimicking them. You move to straddle him, asking if he’s kissed before. He has. You ask if he’s made out with anyone before, and he shakes his head. “You’re a great learner.” You praise, and he smiles, tilting his head to kiss you again. 

Kai keeps his hand above your hips, slightly urging them to grind against his abdomen. You take him up on the offer, completely malleable to his wanting. As time passes, you can’t help but get curious at the hardening mass beneath you, brows furrowed as you detach your lips from his. You trace the garter of his jeans, mute signal to make sure if you can take it off.

He nods, and the action is slow and painful for him. You giggle as he whimpers at the view of the wet spot over his boxers, taking your time to register every facial expression he makes. He moans your name to get you to stop, hands over his face upon seeing you sneak a finger into the waistband, trailing along the sharp end of his pelvic bone. He chants your name some more, and you think it’s an angel’s calling, so heavenly and gasping for air that you can’t help but ramp him up further. 

You make it a point to pave marks leading up to his jaw, mouth working harsher while you slide the undergarment to the lower end of his thighs. 

You do nothing but wince at his length, eyes flickering between him and his dick. Kai’s gone red again, clearing his throat as he says, “Is something wrong?” 

Frankly, you’re a bit petrified, shaking your head regardless. “So you’re XXL for real?” He’s confused, watching you remove your bottoms. “Yeah?”

“I thought that was just you overestimating.” He grabs your hand to stop you from removing your underwear, a sheepish smile from him as he comments, “Keep it on, wanna see it later—and why would I lie? That just defeats the purpose of buying a condom.” You take your hands off the tight band, and it ricochets onto your skin with a prominent smack. “You’re so kinky.” Kai avoids your feedback, rambling about the hassle of having to google condom brands and their sizes. “It’s so humiliating, I think I’m on some freak watchlist—” He interrupts himself with a moan, focusing on you as your hand swipes at his tip. He grumbles with his head against the wall, breathing unsteady as you bring his fingers near  the inners of your thighs. His demeanor says he’s more than eager to give you satisfaction, watching you rub yourself onto the knuckles of his fingers. His fingers are long and elegant—thin and precise. You revert your attention to his cock, working on the upper shaft as you pout at your own hand. Kai asks you what’s wrong, and note that your hands aren’t as pretty. They’re shorter and stout, nails carelessly cut with a few nicks and scratches here and there. On the contrary, he’s enthralled by the scene. The other responds by taking the hand that rests above his, kissing each finger as he remarks how lovely they are. He carefully encircles your entrance with his middle finger, silently asking for permission. 

With an exasperated sigh, you tell him he can do whatever he wants. “You’ll let me know if you’re uncomfortable right?” You nod, informing him to do the same. He slowly inserts a finger, moving it in and out, grazing your clit each time. He watches as your mouth hangs open, and he takes it as his cue to insert another. You bid yourself not to get distracted, spreading the pre-cum from his tip on the sides of his member. 

He’s too wet, and so are you. At this point, you’re humping his hand, jerking his dick erratically with you calling out each other's names. You come on his hands and pursue balance on his arm as he flexes, coming down from his own high when you squeeze his dick tighter. It paints his stomach like a canvas, stare lingering  as you recollect yourself. 

Suddenly you’re pulled back down to Earth, watching his chest heave while you inquire about lube. He nudges over to his nightstand, and you bring out the box of condoms from earlier. “Do you know how to put on a condom?” Kai says he learned how in high school. You laugh, throwing the box somewhere onto the floor. “I’m clean, and on birth control. You’ll be fine. And besides,” you move, dragging your soaking clothed pussy over his dick, “Don’t you want to feel all of me for your first time? I know I want you to come inside me.”

You’ve gone insane, cock-drunk as you watch the lust sparkle in his eyes when he nods.

No time is wasted; ridding yourself of the heavy fabric and messily empty the bottle of liquid onto the both of you, the other making an even bigger mess as he spreads it across your cunt, his other on himself. His back shoots up when you sink lower halfway, sitting up to tangle his hands in your hair. You reassure him you can take it; he pulls you in for a kiss, long and deep to preoccupy you from the pain as he slowly forces you to drop further. You bite at his lower lip, and he comforts you by caressing the curve of your waist. 

Kai waits for you to stop hurting, and when you start grinding on him, he can’t help the sharp thrust that meets your form. “More!” You yelp, detaching your lips from his. Your command is fulfilled as he pummels into you at an unrelenting speed, head resting below your chin as he kisses the sides of your breasts. He makes sure no area is left blank, leaving dark violet patches littered on your curves. He’s bouncing you up and down his cock, mesmerized by the vision and sound of you malfunctioning over his dick in you. It doesn’t take long for you to adjust, playful behavior back as you tease, “Can’t believe you were gonna fuck your old co-worker instead.” Your legs wrap around his waist, nails digging the plush of his thighs. The other looks genuinely sorry, eyes glossy as he mutters his apologies. “Can’t—not you, only you.” Your pace stammers, “Only me? What—”

“I like you,” He gasps, rolling his hips slowly, “Had—shit, have for a long time now.” He lifts his gaze to meet yours, eyes soulful and seeking approval. “So you were practicing for… me?” “If you’d give me the chance!” He rushes to say, “Wanted to make sure I did well.” You free a hand to forcefully grab his face, grinning down at him. “Pervert,” His cock twitches in you, causing you to wince in return, “but it’s fine. You make me feel good.” Throwing his head back at your statement, he spreads you  flat on the mattress, palms holding your wrists down. “Shit—no, wait,” He whines—watching you writhe underneath him, unable to stop his hips as they hammer into you. “It’s okay,” barely managing your words, “I’m close too.” He versus your name over and over, drool forming on the corner of his lips as you clamp down on him, Kai fucking you through your orgasm. He moans at the applied pressure, rolling his hips when yours arch off the bed, thick cum spurting inside you.

Breathing is a luxury that he denies you, flipping you over and pounding within you mercilessly. “‘M sorry,” he inhales, making no effort to stop, “so tight and warm, ‘cunt’s sucking me in.” Your figure jolts violently beneath him, moans caught in your throat while you beg for him. “Too big—too much!” You shriek, flinching at the sounds of him slapping against your ass. “S—slow down.” Kai’s brain is too shrouded in ecstasy, ignoring your pleas as you come on him again, his own cum mixing as it overflows and drips onto the sheets.

He finishes with one more passionate kiss, followed by a series of chaste ones as he entraps your body in his arms and lays you down on top of him.

“What the hell was that all about?” Kai’s confused, Peering at you with a curious gleam in his eyes. You gesticulate between the two of you. “Sex. Where did that come from?” He hums, lying back down onto the bed. “Porn? I just did whatever felt right.” Scoffing, you lie closer to him. “Yeah right, nobody learns from porn.” The other scrambles to get a pack of wet wipes, calling himself “naturally gifted” while patting the both of you down. 

He fakes composure, hands giving him away as they tremble out of nervousness. “So are we, like, a thing now?” 

He looks adorable when he’s unsure of himself. Like he would implode if he assumed incorrectly. “I don’t know, did I ever say I liked you back?” The other halts almost immediately, face ready to plead when you reply: “Kidding,” Laughing at his animated reactions, he shares a large exhale of relief when you reply. “Take me out on a date first, then we'll see.”

“We’ll see,” He mocks, bunching the wipes into a ball, tossing it in the bin. “Like we didn’t just have sex. I’m really hurt.” Kissing the pout off his lips and littering his face with tiny pecks, you can feel his cheek tense with his wide smile, eyes forming crescents as he basks in your affection.

Somehow, out of all the kisses he’s received in the past hour, this one set his heart racing the most.

think i've gone insane because ever since the start of the year my kai brainrot has been so bad. also his full name is a tick word for me, it's ust so fun to sayy

You’re wedged against his chest, breaths coming out in hot pants that make sweat break out against his skin. Kai is far past spent, he’s gone. Overstimulated to the point of no return. He’s not sure if he’s even breathing at this point.

“Kaiiii… baby, you’re so f-fuckin— so gorgeous,” You whispered against his neck, your hand slithering up his neck and to his clenched jaw. Your fingers lace through his hair and he winced because even the tug of your hands in his short, black locks makes his cock twitch deep in your walls. Your thighs trapping his as you rolled your hips up and down, motioning quickly. “My pretty boy…” Your nimble touches brought heat upon his skin, fanning over his biceps again, “You’re getting s-so buff, pretty body all f’me, right?” Your pussy clenched hard at the stare he gave you. He was dazed out of his mind, begging to come back down to reality but also floating in his own head, relishing in the endless pleasure. One, two, three orgasms deep he’s not sure if he’s got the energy for another.

“Mhm… all f’you…” His voice is a cracked whisper, barely loud enough to cut through the sound of your sopping pussy enveloping his big cock.

You giggle, breath short as you stopped your speedy movements to slowly grind down on his dick. The thick tip of his leaky cock pressing so deep in your stomach you had to roll your eyes back. Kai groaned too, eventually falling into a drawn out whine as his hands gripped your hips, harsh touch hard enough to leave red marks. Kai’s vision was blurry, but the sight he could make out before him was heavenly. His eyes zoned in on the way your pussy swallowed his entire cock, your pelvis and his own rubbing together close enough to leave a lewd wet sheen over his skin. Your flushed red clit brushing against his skin, burning with desire and arousal.

“Pretty boy, you gonna cum for me again? Gimme another creampie, c’mon…” Your fingertips brushed his fringe out of his eyes, black hair dripping at the ends with sweat. Kai’s eyes fluttered shut as he gulped, your pace becoming brutal once again. Lifting your hips despite the painful sting in your upper thighs and the rubbing of your knees against the messy bedsheets. Kai shook his head, eyes watering at this point, whimpering out your name in a desperate plea, “Baby… baby, fuck it hurts—“ but the way his grip held onto your hips, helping you ride him, he was begging you not to stop.

His cock twitched deep in your walls, his hips slightly rising to meet your stuttering bounces. Kai’s eyes dripped, dampening his vision. Everything felt overwhelming but he couldn’t stop, his thrusts upward were almost automatic.

“Come on, handsome, give it to me..” Your lips pecked his skin over and over again. Little kisses brushed over his sore bruised skin. Love bites pinching as you placed sloppy, wet, open mouthed kisses. Every inch of him yearned for released, the pressure building in his stomach was growing bigger and more unbearable. Until his entire body twitched and he let out a sound he’s never made; whiny and loud, cutting through every other sound in the room. His head thrown back, giving you access to his neck. While you kissed on his bobbing Adam’s apple, his cum spurt out in thick waves, filling your spent hole until he was shooting blanks. A second wave of his orgasm left more tears falling from his red eyes; your hips slowing as you sunk down every inch of his deliciously sensitive cock.

You hummed against his skin, your hands sprawled out over his chest as your lips came down his chest and around his bulging biceps. Kai’s eyes stayed shut, trying to stay on the ground even though he felt floaty. Meanwhile your hands combed through his long, damp locks, giggling in approval, “Mm, is my Kai done? You okay, baby?” Your voice echoey whispers that made him smile a bit.

“M’ okay…” He was silent, eyes finally fluttering open as his hands moved up and down your waist, gently nudging your flushed skin. Then his giggle broke from his throat, soft and sleepy sounding, “You really think I’m getting buff?”

“Baby, try this,” you say, and Hueningkai can’t help but turn red at your words; he’s still not used to hearing you call him such pet names. For a second, his anger is set aside, his shy eyes flitting away as you prompt him to open his mouth so you can feed him. He doesn’t miss the way the rest of your friends take this chance to tease him, comparing him to a teenager due to his behavior. 

It irks him— they can’t seem to take him seriously.

His anger and annoyance only comes back stronger as the boys turn to tease you instead, making comments on how you’re always the one to initiate things with him. He’s not sure what’s worse— the way they seem so sure of their statements, or the fact that you haven’t denied anything. You can only laugh along and cover your mouth as you eat, the rest of them coddling you with their food as if you hadn’t gotten your own plate in front of you. 

This really wasn’t the time to address these feelings, Hueningkai realizes, but he can’t seem to care as he wraps his arm across your waist, sliding closer to you and bringing you in to him, unable to take his mind off the way you were leaning into Taehyun subconsciously during the conversation, his naturally quiet voice making it harder for you to follow along with his words. 

You shoot him a questioning look, tilting your head as the rest of the table catches on to the movement quickly, the conversation stopping momentarily to tease Hueningkai further. You’re quick to ignore them, moving instead to feed him once more, an action that your boyfriend gratefully accepts as he leans into you. 

And even as the conversation shifts and everyone has taken their eyes off you, Hueningkai can’t help but let himself linger in your space, unsure of why he becomes so on edge everytime Yeonjun turns his attention to you, his eyes narrowing as he teases you relentlessly.

“Shut up, you’re worse,” you grin, covering your mouth instinctively as you continue eating your food. Yeonjun laughs, your eyes widening triumphantly as you watch him bring his hand to his face, jumping up as you eagerly point it out.

“See! Hypocrite!” You laugh, leaning forward as Yeonjun swats at your hand, grabbing onto it jokingly as you continue to point a finger in his face. Hueningkai tries to not let his eyes linger on the action, his lips pursing at the way Yeonjuns hands encase yours, having yet to let go even as you stop fighting his hold. 

He’s sure you mean no harm, but he can’t help but feel the irritation bubble hotly as the night goes on, unable to enjoy his food as he suddenly becomes hyper aware of the way everyone interacts with you— With every joke, every lingering glance, every touch, Hueningkai can’t help but try to make his presence known more— his presence as your boyfriend. 

And even when the night goes on and you’re all headed to your place to drink, Hueningkai is sure to keep you close to his side, unable to hold himself back as the sight of Beomgyu pushing you around cutely brings about a sudden bout of recklessness. 

You try to hold in your surprise as he pulls you to the side last minute, bringing you in for a quick kiss that has your head spinning and your heart beating as you’re left to get in to the backseat of the car, unable to keep your cool as you’re left cornered by Kai once more. 

“What was that about?” You say, leaning into his ear as the loud music and the noise that pours in from the windows that have been rolled down allows you to have a (somewhat) private conversation. 

You’re practically pressed against the door with the way Hueningkai is caging you in— that, and the fact that there’s currently four of you squeezed in the back— making you feel small as he gives you an innocent look, his hair falling into his eyes as he tilts his head curiously. 

“What was what about?” He asks, tilting your head up as he smiles, leaning in to give you another kiss that is left unseen under the covers of the night. You can only gape at that, hands grasping onto his jacket as you try to keep yourself from giving in and making out with him then and there. 

“You— you’re—“ you can’t seem to get the words out of your mouth, but Hueningkai is definitely acting differently. It’s easy to say that usually, you’re the one that’s flustering him— the one that’s always acting affectionate in public. So for him to spring this onto you— whatever this was— was absolutely cruel.

“I literally wiped the floor with you last time!” Your tense moment is interrupted as your friends get out of the car, the sounds of Yeonjun and Beomgyu arguing bringing you out of your daze. Your eyes meet with Hueningkai’s as he flashes you an innocent smile, reaching over you to open the door, acting as though nothing had happened. 

“No you didn’t, I was just letting you win,” Yeonjun retaliated, ignoring Beomgyu’s protests as you brought out drinks for the group, cracking his knuckles nonchalantly as Hueningkai had already begun to set up the console in the living room. 

“Best of three, right now,” Beomgyu says, patting the floor next to him as Yeonjun sighs, handing him a shot before he takes the controller from his hands. 

Without another word, the rest of you settle on the couches, making secret bets on who you think would win— your money was on Beomgyu. 

♡♡♡

“Beomgyu you fucking loser I can’t believe I actually rooted for you,” you grit out, face scrunching up at the feeling of the alcohol coursing through your body, your grip tightening on the shot cup that you were given. You’re on the ground now, leaning over the small coffee table in a sad attempt to stabilize yourself, Hueningkai watching fondly from his seat on the couch. 

“That’s on you,” Beomgyu retaliated, much more wasted than you were as he leaned towards you, poking at your chest roughly as he said, “He totally cheated anyway. Game’s rigged.” 

And just like that, Hueningkai was pushed to the side once more as Yeonjun joined in, hours of drinking gone into everyone’s heads as they began to argue, leaving you in the middle as you helplessly tried to defend yourself. 

It was too much— it felt like everyone was after you, unable to take Hueningkai seriously as they let themselves toy with you, pushing you around and teasing you as if you didn’t have someone attached to you. 

“___, you know I’m better, yeah?” Yeonjun said, drunkenly squeezing your cheeks as he moved your head up and down to agree with him, letting out a soft “yesss” in a tone to mock your voice. You could only laugh, the fact that you had yet to push him away annoying Hueningkai beyond belief— he was right there watching, why couldn’t you stand your ground for once?

“Nah, she likes me better, she was cheering for me in the first place,” Beomgyu says, pulling you towards him and wrapping his arms around you as he tried to hide you away from Yeonjun. 

Hueningkai couldn’t believe it— The sight of Beomgyu wrapped around you, encasing your body in a way that only he should be able to— it drove him mad. 

He’s not sure if it’s the alcohol in his system, or if he’s simply had enough, because Hueningkai quickly finds himself pulling you away from Beomgyu, kneeling down on the carpeted floor with you as he’s pulling you in for a kiss, the rough feeling of his lips and the aftertaste of alcohol filling your senses as you’re left wide eyed and frozen. 

You could hear a pin drop— well, you probably couldn’t, but what you could hear was the way the room fell silent, all eyes on you as you melted into Hueningkai, the feeling of him on you leaving you even dizzier than you already were.

He’s reluctant to pull away, a new fire lit in his eyes as he looks around the room, taking in the sobered expressions of his friends. Yet, there’s something else in their eyes; an undeniable curiosity, lighting through and giving him the confidence to turn to you and say his next words. 

“Honey, how about we give them a show?” 

It’s all up to you; you can see written on your boyfriend's face, the words “we’ll stop if you want to” practically ready to come out of his mouth. But there’s something drawing you in, taking away the hesitation as you take in the new fire in his eyes. And sure, the hungry gazes of the rest of the men in the room were nice too. 

“I… okay,” you breathe out, and before you know it you’re being pulled back to the couch, tossed on it like nothing as he towers over you, glancing back at his friends one last time, only to roll his eyes at the way they’re all frozen in their spots, eyes wide as they watch you.

“Leave if you want,” Hueningkai says, kneeling down before you as he begins to caress your skin, planting soft kisses as he slowly makes his way up your thighs, “But remember your place.” 

Taking a second, Hueningkai waits— teasing, disgust, awkwardness, anything— but nothing comes. 

“Fuck,” you mutter out, leaning back against the cushion as you take in the intensity of it all— the feeling of everyone’s eyes on you, it was too much. Your breathing is slow and deep as you reach to entangle a hand in Hueningkai’s hair, tugging on it softly as you resist the urge to open your legs crudely. 

And with that, everyone is hooked, watching intently as the fabric of your skirt rides up and bunches prettily around your hips, your soaked panties being revealed to the room as they try to ignore the way their pants suddenly became too tight, too uncomfortable. 

Hueningkai is quick to please, his hands reaching to tug your panties down, groaning softly at the way your arousal coats the fabric. You can feel your body growing hotter, attempting to shrink away from everyone’s curious eyes as Hueningkai spreads your legs further, wrapping his arms around your hips as he pulls you closer to the edge of the couch. 

You’re practically melting against the couch the second he puts his mouth on you, the feeling of his tongue circling on your clit bringing out a low whine from your lips, the sound only stirring up more arousal from the men in the room. They can only watch, mouths dry and eyes eager as they take in the sight of you slowly falling apart, thighs tensing and your hands pulling at Hueningkai’s hair as you bring him closer to you. 

“Shit, feels so good,” you cry out, hips bucking into your boyfriend's mouth as you lock eyes with Yeonjun, his gaze dazed and mouth parted as he watches you, a new wave of pleasure washing over you as you find yourself unable to look away. Your eyes linger on his form, catching onto the way his hands fidget on his thighs, unable to miss the bulge of his jeans.

The feeling of Hueningkai’s lips wrapping around your clit brings out a sigh from your mouth, your eyes squeezing tightly as he begins to suck, the teasing feeling of his fingers on your slit making you fall apart with need. Opening your eyes, you find yourself lingering your gaze back to your friends, taking in the way they seemed to be tense and awkward, not sure what to do with themselves as they try to ignore their own arousal. 

Your eyes flick back to your first victim, biting down on your lip when you find his eyes solely focused on the sight of Hueningkai between your legs. 

“Junie,” you whine out, mouth agape as you try to keep it together, the feeling of Hueningkai inserting two fingers inside of you making your mind go blank for a second. His eyes widen and you can see the way he flusters, the sound of his name coming from your lips in such a way almost making him cum then and there. He gulps, waiting patiently for you to continue. 

“Touch yourself for me, yeah?” You say, the familiar feeling of your incoming orgasm making you grip onto Hueningkai tighter, glancing down at him to make sure that he was alright with your request. He could only groan as your eyes met his, pulling his fingers out and taking a moment to delve into your pussy, the feeling of his tongue inside you making your hips buck from the pleasure.

Looking away from him, you couldn’t help but let the sly smile take over your lips as you were met with the sight of Yeonjun running a fist up and down his cock, finding the rest of your friends beginning to  loosen up as well. Your eyes flicker over to where Taehyun and Soobin sit, finding them unable to take their eyes away from you, their lidded gazes meeting you as they try to memorize the sight of you begging Hueningkai for more. 

“Fuck, I’m close,” you mumbled out, throwing your head back as Hueningkai sped up, attaching his lips back to your clit before you felt his long fingers slide back into you. His fingers curled inside you, pressing expertly against the spot that had you whining for more, your hips rolling onto his face as you tried to follow the rhythm he made for you. There was no one else that could do what Hueningkai did— he knew your body like the back of his hand. 

Feeling yourself cum on his fingers, you felt yourself tense up, your thighs closing up on his head as you bit at your lips to try to keep your noises down. He never stopped, letting you ride out your orgasm as the burning gazes of your friends burned into your skin. It was almost like they were trying to memorize this sight— your chest heaving up and down, a light sheen of sweat coating your skin as you finally came down from your high, your eyes slowly fluttering open as you took in your surroundings. 

To you, it was just you and Hueningkai— nothing else mattered as you pulled him up, bringing him up for a kiss as you could feel the taste of yourself on his lips, the sight of your glistening pussy left out in the open as the others groaned at the sight. 

“You were so good for me princess,” Hueningkai mumbles against your lips, biting at the flesh softly as he takes in your fucked out state. You hum softly at his words, the heavy feeling of both the alcohol and your recent orgasm leaving you weak against his grip. He towers over you, tilting your head up to face him as he leaves another kiss, letting himself make his way down the column of your neck as he leaves marks all over. 

Your eyes take in the way everyone is still watching you, eager and waiting as the heaviness of alcohol and lust clouds their eyes, taking in the way you let yourself be taken over by your boyfriend’s touches. Feeling him pull away, you sharply inhale as you feel him teasing your entrance once more, his fingers circling your slit immediatley drawing the attention of your friends. 

“I think she deserves a reward, right?” He says, addressing no one in particular as you take in his words, whimpering softly at the thought of what might follow. He grins, and before you know it, you’re being flipped over, your cheek pressed against your couch cushions as you’re left to Hueningkai’s mercy. 

It isn’t long before you can feel Hueningkai teasing your entrance, rubbing his tip up and down your slit as you let out a whine, trying to not move your hips to chase his cock. He can only laugh at the way you’re reduced to a pathetic mess, placing a hand on your waist to still you as he looks back at his friends, a cruel look on his face as he continues teasing you.

“She’s pretty, isn’t she hyung?” He mutters, startling Soobin as he looks away from your flustered face to meet his younger friend’s eyes, cheeks reddening as the sudden attention makes him stumble on his words.

“Ye— yeah, she is, fuck,” he says, unable to keep his cool as he can feel his hand start to palm at his bulge, unable to hold back the moment your doe eyes peek at him from the couch. He looks at you, taking in the position you're in, and he can’t help but wish that he were the one ruining you instead.

“Don’t be shy, I’m sure this cock whore wouldn’t mind seeing you touch yourself,” you yelp as Hueningkai’s palm comes in contact with your skin, the sharp sting of the impact leaving you to whimper as your hands grab onto a pillow, your nails digging into the fabric as you feel him spank you again.

“Isn’t that right baby?” He waits for you to come to your senses as you look up at Soobin, a pool of heat bubbling up inside you as your eyes meet with his, knowing that your boyfriend expects you to answer.

“Yes,” you breathe out, and you can’t help the way that your eyes move to Taehyun, taking in the way he tenses at your gaze, “Both of you, please— I wanna see it…” you can’t help the way you slur your words out, the feeling of Hueningkai slowly easing the tip in catching you off guard as you’re digging in your face into the cushions to muffle your sounds. 

You look to the side, your eyes locking with your last victim as you feel Hueningkai’s hands lock onto your waist, his grip bruising as he can already feel the way you clench around him desperately. 

“Gyu, you too— fuck…” your eyes flutter closed as the stretch of Hueningkai’s cock against your walls leaves your mind entirely blank. Hueningkai was big— in both length and girth. And while that usually meant him taking his time to stretch you out and become accustomed to him, you couldn’t help but let yourself enjoy the new feeling of him roughly going inside you, the hot stinging pleasure from the size of him leaving you to whimper and whine uselessly on the couch. 

Huenignkai could feel himself losing control as time went on— you were so warm and soft around him, the feeling of your walls fluttering around his cock bringing out low groans from him. The sight of you beneath him, falling apart from him merely entering you only made things worse, so before he knew it, he felt himself pounding into you roughly, the need to chase after his pleasure taking over his mind. 

This was so stupid— he wasn’t sure if he had gone absolutley mad, or if his friends had driven him to this point, but he couldn’t really care less as the clear desire of every one of his friends only became more prominent at the sight of you getting ruined by him.

But that only made him swell with pride— after all, he was the only one who could do this to you.

“Such a pretty pussy, taking me like this,” he muttered, feeling the way you could only clench at his words, your mind long gone as you let him use you. He could feel everyone’s intense gaze on the two of you, taking in the way you were being driven to the edge by Hueningkai’s cock, their own orgasms manifesting the longer they watched. 

“And all mine too,” you weren’t used to him speaking like this— so possessive, so needy, yet, as you met eyes with your friends around the room, you couldn’t bring yourself to care— you could see that he had been driven to this point.

It was never your intention to make him jealous; your relationship with everyone had always been this way. But fuck, if this is what it led to, then you’re not too against making him a bit jealous more often. 

“Huening, fuck,” you cry out, the feeling of him thrusting into you so roughly making the tight coil in your stomach tighten, your hands scrambling on the couch to try to find something to stabalize you. 

You couldn’t help the way you cried out once Hueningkai’s fingers began to circle your clit, the tight feeling inside of you falling apart as you felt yourself fluttering and gushing around Hueningkai’s cock, your body going slack as you let him continue to fuck you roughly.

“Just a bit more, I’m almost there,” he says, taking in the way you try to keep up a brave front, nodding as the feeling of overstimulation tears you apart. He watches fondly, unable to take his eyes away from you as everyone in the room seemingly melts away, and it isn’t long before he can feel his end approaching too.

His hips stutter and his rhythm is lost as he bottoms out inside you, groaning as the feeling of him filling you up makes you clench around him once more. He’s still for a second, panting quietly as he tries to regain his composure, surprised to find everyone else equally fucked out and hazy. 

“Enjoy the show?” He mocks, the adrenaline still in his system as he takes in the way no one can muster up the courage to respond. Slowly, he begins to move his hips once more, fucking his cum back into you as you begin to whine, shaking your head softly to try to get him to stop. He can only laugh at that, playing with the fabric of your skirt before he’s pulling out, hissing softly at the feeling. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, tucking himself in before he’s picking you up, ignoring your protests to put him down as he leads you to your bathroom, not bothering to spare a glance at the rest of his friends that remained in the living room, far too shocked to do anything as the reality of what happened begins to set on them.

Hueningkai couldn’t care less of the consequences to all this— afterall, he’s sure that the others won’t be able to tease him anymore. 

It was about time they learned their place, anyway.

“Baby, try this,” you say, and Hueningkai can’t help but turn red at your words; he’s still not used to hearing you call him such pet names. For a second, his anger is set aside, his shy eyes flitting away as you prompt him to open his mouth so you can feed him. He doesn’t miss the way the rest of your friends take this chance to tease him, comparing him to a teenager due to his behavior. 

It irks him— they can’t seem to take him seriously.

His anger and annoyance only comes back stronger as the boys turn to tease you instead, making comments on how you’re always the one to initiate things with him. He’s not sure what’s worse— the way they seem so sure of their statements, or the fact that you haven’t denied anything. You can only laugh along and cover your mouth as you eat, the rest of them coddling you with their food as if you hadn’t gotten your own plate in front of you. 

This really wasn’t the time to address these feelings, Hueningkai realizes, but he can’t seem to care as he wraps his arm across your waist, sliding closer to you and bringing you in to him, unable to take his mind off the way you were leaning into Taehyun subconsciously during the conversation, his naturally quiet voice making it harder for you to follow along with his words. 

You shoot him a questioning look, tilting your head as the rest of the table catches on to the movement quickly, the conversation stopping momentarily to tease Hueningkai further. You’re quick to ignore them, moving instead to feed him once more, an action that your boyfriend gratefully accepts as he leans into you. 

And even as the conversation shifts and everyone has taken their eyes off you, Hueningkai can’t help but let himself linger in your space, unsure of why he becomes so on edge everytime Yeonjun turns his attention to you, his eyes narrowing as he teases you relentlessly.

“Shut up, you’re worse,” you grin, covering your mouth instinctively as you continue eating your food. Yeonjun laughs, your eyes widening triumphantly as you watch him bring his hand to his face, jumping up as you eagerly point it out.

“See! Hypocrite!” You laugh, leaning forward as Yeonjun swats at your hand, grabbing onto it jokingly as you continue to point a finger in his face. Hueningkai tries to not let his eyes linger on the action, his lips pursing at the way Yeonjuns hands encase yours, having yet to let go even as you stop fighting his hold. 

He’s sure you mean no harm, but he can’t help but feel the irritation bubble hotly as the night goes on, unable to enjoy his food as he suddenly becomes hyper aware of the way everyone interacts with you— With every joke, every lingering glance, every touch, Hueningkai can’t help but try to make his presence known more— his presence as your boyfriend. 

And even when the night goes on and you’re all headed to your place to drink, Hueningkai is sure to keep you close to his side, unable to hold himself back as the sight of Beomgyu pushing you around cutely brings about a sudden bout of recklessness. 

You try to hold in your surprise as he pulls you to the side last minute, bringing you in for a quick kiss that has your head spinning and your heart beating as you’re left to get in to the backseat of the car, unable to keep your cool as you’re left cornered by Kai once more. 

“What was that about?” You say, leaning into his ear as the loud music and the noise that pours in from the windows that have been rolled down allows you to have a (somewhat) private conversation. 

You’re practically pressed against the door with the way Hueningkai is caging you in— that, and the fact that there’s currently four of you squeezed in the back— making you feel small as he gives you an innocent look, his hair falling into his eyes as he tilts his head curiously. 

“What was what about?” He asks, tilting your head up as he smiles, leaning in to give you another kiss that is left unseen under the covers of the night. You can only gape at that, hands grasping onto his jacket as you try to keep yourself from giving in and making out with him then and there. 

“You— you’re—“ you can’t seem to get the words out of your mouth, but Hueningkai is definitely acting differently. It’s easy to say that usually, you’re the one that’s flustering him— the one that’s always acting affectionate in public. So for him to spring this onto you— whatever this was— was absolutely cruel.

“I literally wiped the floor with you last time!” Your tense moment is interrupted as your friends get out of the car, the sounds of Yeonjun and Beomgyu arguing bringing you out of your daze. Your eyes meet with Hueningkai’s as he flashes you an innocent smile, reaching over you to open the door, acting as though nothing had happened. 

“No you didn’t, I was just letting you win,” Yeonjun retaliated, ignoring Beomgyu’s protests as you brought out drinks for the group, cracking his knuckles nonchalantly as Hueningkai had already begun to set up the console in the living room. 

“Best of three, right now,” Beomgyu says, patting the floor next to him as Yeonjun sighs, handing him a shot before he takes the controller from his hands. 

Without another word, the rest of you settle on the couches, making secret bets on who you think would win— your money was on Beomgyu. 

♡♡♡

“Beomgyu you fucking loser I can’t believe I actually rooted for you,” you grit out, face scrunching up at the feeling of the alcohol coursing through your body, your grip tightening on the shot cup that you were given. You’re on the ground now, leaning over the small coffee table in a sad attempt to stabilize yourself, Hueningkai watching fondly from his seat on the couch. 

“That’s on you,” Beomgyu retaliated, much more wasted than you were as he leaned towards you, poking at your chest roughly as he said, “He totally cheated anyway. Game’s rigged.” 

And just like that, Hueningkai was pushed to the side once more as Yeonjun joined in, hours of drinking gone into everyone’s heads as they began to argue, leaving you in the middle as you helplessly tried to defend yourself. 

It was too much— it felt like everyone was after you, unable to take Hueningkai seriously as they let themselves toy with you, pushing you around and teasing you as if you didn’t have someone attached to you. 

“___, you know I’m better, yeah?” Yeonjun said, drunkenly squeezing your cheeks as he moved your head up and down to agree with him, letting out a soft “yesss” in a tone to mock your voice. You could only laugh, the fact that you had yet to push him away annoying Hueningkai beyond belief— he was right there watching, why couldn’t you stand your ground for once?

“Nah, she likes me better, she was cheering for me in the first place,” Beomgyu says, pulling you towards him and wrapping his arms around you as he tried to hide you away from Yeonjun. 

Hueningkai couldn’t believe it— The sight of Beomgyu wrapped around you, encasing your body in a way that only he should be able to— it drove him mad. 

He’s not sure if it’s the alcohol in his system, or if he’s simply had enough, because Hueningkai quickly finds himself pulling you away from Beomgyu, kneeling down on the carpeted floor with you as he’s pulling you in for a kiss, the rough feeling of his lips and the aftertaste of alcohol filling your senses as you’re left wide eyed and frozen. 

You could hear a pin drop— well, you probably couldn’t, but what you could hear was the way the room fell silent, all eyes on you as you melted into Hueningkai, the feeling of him on you leaving you even dizzier than you already were.

He’s reluctant to pull away, a new fire lit in his eyes as he looks around the room, taking in the sobered expressions of his friends. Yet, there’s something else in their eyes; an undeniable curiosity, lighting through and giving him the confidence to turn to you and say his next words. 

“Honey, how about we give them a show?” 

It’s all up to you; you can see written on your boyfriend's face, the words “we’ll stop if you want to” practically ready to come out of his mouth. But there’s something drawing you in, taking away the hesitation as you take in the new fire in his eyes. And sure, the hungry gazes of the rest of the men in the room were nice too. 

“I… okay,” you breathe out, and before you know it you’re being pulled back to the couch, tossed on it like nothing as he towers over you, glancing back at his friends one last time, only to roll his eyes at the way they’re all frozen in their spots, eyes wide as they watch you.

“Leave if you want,” Hueningkai says, kneeling down before you as he begins to caress your skin, planting soft kisses as he slowly makes his way up your thighs, “But remember your place.” 

Taking a second, Hueningkai waits— teasing, disgust, awkwardness, anything— but nothing comes. 

“Fuck,” you mutter out, leaning back against the cushion as you take in the intensity of it all— the feeling of everyone’s eyes on you, it was too much. Your breathing is slow and deep as you reach to entangle a hand in Hueningkai’s hair, tugging on it softly as you resist the urge to open your legs crudely. 

And with that, everyone is hooked, watching intently as the fabric of your skirt rides up and bunches prettily around your hips, your soaked panties being revealed to the room as they try to ignore the way their pants suddenly became too tight, too uncomfortable. 

Hueningkai is quick to please, his hands reaching to tug your panties down, groaning softly at the way your arousal coats the fabric. You can feel your body growing hotter, attempting to shrink away from everyone’s curious eyes as Hueningkai spreads your legs further, wrapping his arms around your hips as he pulls you closer to the edge of the couch. 

You’re practically melting against the couch the second he puts his mouth on you, the feeling of his tongue circling on your clit bringing out a low whine from your lips, the sound only stirring up more arousal from the men in the room. They can only watch, mouths dry and eyes eager as they take in the sight of you slowly falling apart, thighs tensing and your hands pulling at Hueningkai’s hair as you bring him closer to you. 

“Shit, feels so good,” you cry out, hips bucking into your boyfriend's mouth as you lock eyes with Yeonjun, his gaze dazed and mouth parted as he watches you, a new wave of pleasure washing over you as you find yourself unable to look away. Your eyes linger on his form, catching onto the way his hands fidget on his thighs, unable to miss the bulge of his jeans.

The feeling of Hueningkai’s lips wrapping around your clit brings out a sigh from your mouth, your eyes squeezing tightly as he begins to suck, the teasing feeling of his fingers on your slit making you fall apart with need. Opening your eyes, you find yourself lingering your gaze back to your friends, taking in the way they seemed to be tense and awkward, not sure what to do with themselves as they try to ignore their own arousal. 

Your eyes flick back to your first victim, biting down on your lip when you find his eyes solely focused on the sight of Hueningkai between your legs. 

“Junie,” you whine out, mouth agape as you try to keep it together, the feeling of Hueningkai inserting two fingers inside of you making your mind go blank for a second. His eyes widen and you can see the way he flusters, the sound of his name coming from your lips in such a way almost making him cum then and there. He gulps, waiting patiently for you to continue. 

“Touch yourself for me, yeah?” You say, the familiar feeling of your incoming orgasm making you grip onto Hueningkai tighter, glancing down at him to make sure that he was alright with your request. He could only groan as your eyes met his, pulling his fingers out and taking a moment to delve into your pussy, the feeling of his tongue inside you making your hips buck from the pleasure.

Looking away from him, you couldn’t help but let the sly smile take over your lips as you were met with the sight of Yeonjun running a fist up and down his cock, finding the rest of your friends beginning to  loosen up as well. Your eyes flicker over to where Taehyun and Soobin sit, finding them unable to take their eyes away from you, their lidded gazes meeting you as they try to memorize the sight of you begging Hueningkai for more. 

“Fuck, I’m close,” you mumbled out, throwing your head back as Hueningkai sped up, attaching his lips back to your clit before you felt his long fingers slide back into you. His fingers curled inside you, pressing expertly against the spot that had you whining for more, your hips rolling onto his face as you tried to follow the rhythm he made for you. There was no one else that could do what Hueningkai did— he knew your body like the back of his hand. 

Feeling yourself cum on his fingers, you felt yourself tense up, your thighs closing up on his head as you bit at your lips to try to keep your noises down. He never stopped, letting you ride out your orgasm as the burning gazes of your friends burned into your skin. It was almost like they were trying to memorize this sight— your chest heaving up and down, a light sheen of sweat coating your skin as you finally came down from your high, your eyes slowly fluttering open as you took in your surroundings. 

To you, it was just you and Hueningkai— nothing else mattered as you pulled him up, bringing him up for a kiss as you could feel the taste of yourself on his lips, the sight of your glistening pussy left out in the open as the others groaned at the sight. 

“You were so good for me princess,” Hueningkai mumbles against your lips, biting at the flesh softly as he takes in your fucked out state. You hum softly at his words, the heavy feeling of both the alcohol and your recent orgasm leaving you weak against his grip. He towers over you, tilting your head up to face him as he leaves another kiss, letting himself make his way down the column of your neck as he leaves marks all over. 

Your eyes take in the way everyone is still watching you, eager and waiting as the heaviness of alcohol and lust clouds their eyes, taking in the way you let yourself be taken over by your boyfriend’s touches. Feeling him pull away, you sharply inhale as you feel him teasing your entrance once more, his fingers circling your slit immediatley drawing the attention of your friends. 

“I think she deserves a reward, right?” He says, addressing no one in particular as you take in his words, whimpering softly at the thought of what might follow. He grins, and before you know it, you’re being flipped over, your cheek pressed against your couch cushions as you’re left to Hueningkai’s mercy. 

It isn’t long before you can feel Hueningkai teasing your entrance, rubbing his tip up and down your slit as you let out a whine, trying to not move your hips to chase his cock. He can only laugh at the way you’re reduced to a pathetic mess, placing a hand on your waist to still you as he looks back at his friends, a cruel look on his face as he continues teasing you.

“She’s pretty, isn’t she hyung?” He mutters, startling Soobin as he looks away from your flustered face to meet his younger friend’s eyes, cheeks reddening as the sudden attention makes him stumble on his words.

“Ye— yeah, she is, fuck,” he says, unable to keep his cool as he can feel his hand start to palm at his bulge, unable to hold back the moment your doe eyes peek at him from the couch. He looks at you, taking in the position you're in, and he can’t help but wish that he were the one ruining you instead.

“Don’t be shy, I’m sure this cock whore wouldn’t mind seeing you touch yourself,” you yelp as Hueningkai’s palm comes in contact with your skin, the sharp sting of the impact leaving you to whimper as your hands grab onto a pillow, your nails digging into the fabric as you feel him spank you again.

“Isn’t that right baby?” He waits for you to come to your senses as you look up at Soobin, a pool of heat bubbling up inside you as your eyes meet with his, knowing that your boyfriend expects you to answer.

“Yes,” you breathe out, and you can’t help the way that your eyes move to Taehyun, taking in the way he tenses at your gaze, “Both of you, please— I wanna see it…” you can’t help the way you slur your words out, the feeling of Hueningkai slowly easing the tip in catching you off guard as you’re digging in your face into the cushions to muffle your sounds. 

You look to the side, your eyes locking with your last victim as you feel Hueningkai’s hands lock onto your waist, his grip bruising as he can already feel the way you clench around him desperately. 

“Gyu, you too— fuck…” your eyes flutter closed as the stretch of Hueningkai’s cock against your walls leaves your mind entirely blank. Hueningkai was big— in both length and girth. And while that usually meant him taking his time to stretch you out and become accustomed to him, you couldn’t help but let yourself enjoy the new feeling of him roughly going inside you, the hot stinging pleasure from the size of him leaving you to whimper and whine uselessly on the couch. 

Huenignkai could feel himself losing control as time went on— you were so warm and soft around him, the feeling of your walls fluttering around his cock bringing out low groans from him. The sight of you beneath him, falling apart from him merely entering you only made things worse, so before he knew it, he felt himself pounding into you roughly, the need to chase after his pleasure taking over his mind. 

This was so stupid— he wasn’t sure if he had gone absolutley mad, or if his friends had driven him to this point, but he couldn’t really care less as the clear desire of every one of his friends only became more prominent at the sight of you getting ruined by him.

But that only made him swell with pride— after all, he was the only one who could do this to you.

“Such a pretty pussy, taking me like this,” he muttered, feeling the way you could only clench at his words, your mind long gone as you let him use you. He could feel everyone’s intense gaze on the two of you, taking in the way you were being driven to the edge by Hueningkai’s cock, their own orgasms manifesting the longer they watched. 

“And all mine too,” you weren’t used to him speaking like this— so possessive, so needy, yet, as you met eyes with your friends around the room, you couldn’t bring yourself to care— you could see that he had been driven to this point.

It was never your intention to make him jealous; your relationship with everyone had always been this way. But fuck, if this is what it led to, then you’re not too against making him a bit jealous more often. 

“Huening, fuck,” you cry out, the feeling of him thrusting into you so roughly making the tight coil in your stomach tighten, your hands scrambling on the couch to try to find something to stabalize you. 

You couldn’t help the way you cried out once Hueningkai’s fingers began to circle your clit, the tight feeling inside of you falling apart as you felt yourself fluttering and gushing around Hueningkai’s cock, your body going slack as you let him continue to fuck you roughly.

“Just a bit more, I’m almost there,” he says, taking in the way you try to keep up a brave front, nodding as the feeling of overstimulation tears you apart. He watches fondly, unable to take his eyes away from you as everyone in the room seemingly melts away, and it isn’t long before he can feel his end approaching too.

His hips stutter and his rhythm is lost as he bottoms out inside you, groaning as the feeling of him filling you up makes you clench around him once more. He’s still for a second, panting quietly as he tries to regain his composure, surprised to find everyone else equally fucked out and hazy. 

“Enjoy the show?” He mocks, the adrenaline still in his system as he takes in the way no one can muster up the courage to respond. Slowly, he begins to move his hips once more, fucking his cum back into you as you begin to whine, shaking your head softly to try to get him to stop. He can only laugh at that, playing with the fabric of your skirt before he’s pulling out, hissing softly at the feeling. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, tucking himself in before he’s picking you up, ignoring your protests to put him down as he leads you to your bathroom, not bothering to spare a glance at the rest of his friends that remained in the living room, far too shocked to do anything as the reality of what happened begins to set on them.

Hueningkai couldn’t care less of the consequences to all this— afterall, he’s sure that the others won’t be able to tease him anymore. 

It was about time they learned their place, anyway.

Late at night, the dorm was filled with a palpable tension, an unusual heaviness that floated in the air. HueningKai walked back to the dorms, the weight of a failed recording session heavy on his shoulders. The words of the producer's criticism echoed in his mind, his frustration flowing just beneath the surface. The new song for their comeback had escaped him, pushing him to the limits of his patience, slipping through his fingers like sand.

But there was a sigh of hope in between of his disappointment. Today, you had promised to visit him, to spend time together with him and the rest of the members. He held into that thought like a lifeline, a small spark of happiness amidst the darkness that threatened to eat him up today.

With a sigh, Kai pushed open the door to the dorm. His eyes searched the room for you, hoping to see your familiar smile and feel the warmth of your presence. The usual hug and kiss on the nose you'd always give him with a soft "Hey love, i missed you" But what he saw shook him to his core.

There you were, involved in a video game with Beomgyu, laughter and playfulness flowing between you two. Yeonjun sat nearby, really close to you, putting his head and arms around your shoulders for support, engrossed in the conversation, adding his own remarks and chuckles to it. Kai's heart tightened as he realized that the person he had been looking forward to seeing the most was seemingly preoccupied with everything but him now.

You glanced up for a moment, your eyes meeting his, but instead of the usual gentle smile, brightness and warmth, there was a distracted look in your eyes. You grinned at Kai, giving him a quick wave, before turning your attention back to the game. "Hey Kai, just give me a moment, I'm about to beat Beomgyu this time!" you called out excitedly, pushing Beomgyu with your elbow in a playful way.

The words hit him like a punch to the gut. Some attention, a kiss and a hug once you're done with the game that's what you promised. The thought that he had become a simple afterthought/secondthought, a forced pause in your excitement hurt more than he cared to admit. The hurt he felt mixed with his already simmering frustration, and his expression darkened into what the members fondly called "Negative Kai.", who no one dared to approach so easily.

Without a word, he turned and walked away, heading to his room. He could feel his anger and disappointment building a storm of emotions that threatened to consume him, or more like it already did consume him. He slammed the door shut behind him. The vulnerability of his feelings, the frustration of his day, and the sting of your unintentional disregard overwhelmed him.

Meanwhile, you noticed Hyuka's sudden departure from the room. A frown creased your brow as you paused the game, the realization dawning on you that something was wrong. It was as if a cloud had passed over his usually radiant atitude. Exchange of worried glances with Beomgyu and Yeonjun confirmed your suspicions of Kai's state.

With concern and some guilt gnawing at your heart, you excused yourself from the game feeling a need to check on Huening. Your footsteps were soft as you approached his door, taking a minute to hear carefully for any type of noise, it was strictly silent in his room, your hand hesitating before you gently pushed it open, revealing the dark and quiet room.

As you closed the door behind you, your footsteps soft and cautious, almost sure that Kai was fast asleep after a busy day, unaware of your presence. The dim light in the room provided just enough illumination to make out the contours of the familiar space. But as you turned around, your heart skipped a beat.

There he was, standing just inches away from you, his intense dark gaze locked onto yours. The surprise of his sudden presence made you catch your breath, and before you could react, he had you pinned against the door. His arms were on either side of your head, his body close enough that you could feel his warm breath and the heat radiating off him.

You let out a surprised whimper as he manhandled you, and for a moment time seemed to freeze. The air was charged with heavy tension, a mixture of emotions flowing between you both. Kai's eyes locked into yours, a mix of hurt, frustration and something you couldn't quite place, something like lust. You could practically hear the racing of your heart, the unspoken words hanging in the air like a delicate thread giving goosebumps all over your skin.

"Kai, what's..." you began, your voice shakily, barely a whisper as you tried to assimile the situation.

"You promised," he interrupted, his voice low and tinged with an edge that sent a shiver down your spine. "You promised you'd be here, that we'd spend time together."

His words were like a torrent of emotions crashing against you, a mixture of disappointment and vulnerability that threatened to engulf you both. But you couldn't let the unease linger, taking risks of waking up his darkest side, you also didn't want to feel guilty about making him sad.

"I know, and I'm sorry," you replied, your voice gentle yet resolute. "I didn't mean to make you feel like I wasn't valuing our time together." You slowly lifted your hand towards his face in a tentative to comfort him.

But for now, it seems like he wasn't having it, abruptly taking your wrist and pushing it next to your head.

"Your excuses can come later," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "But right now, i think there's a lesson to be learned."

Your breath hitched, heart racing as you met his gaze head-on. The dance of your eyes exchanged a weighty conversation, passion, consent, a language of desire and longing that transcended words, you were more than curious to know what's next, yet this side of Hyuka was new and unknown making you shiver a little.

And just like that, the room filled with a charged tension.

Your lips parted, ready to speak, but before any words could escape, Kai abruptly closed the distance between you two.

Their lips met hungrily, a proof of need and desire that set fire to all their senses. The taste of each other was intoxicating. Kai's fingers slid from your wrists to your lower back, pulling you even closer as your mouths moved in a dance of desperation.

You let out some muffled whines, contradictorily pushing him away as your lungs clenched with lack of air from this intense connection.

And then, with a surge of strength that matched the passion of the kiss, Kamal lifted you up effortlessly, never breaking the kiss. Your lips remained locked. As Kai's fingers tightened around you, the kiss deepened, a strong force that made you forget the time and place.

But just as suddenly as the kiss had ignited, Kai released you, letting you fall onto the bed with a mixture of surprise and excitement. Your heavy breaths after such a long kiss filled the room.

Kai's gaze sent a jolt of electricity through your veins. You were trapped, pinned both physically and emotionally, and the paradox of the moment both excited and inpatients

"Get on your fours, now" He breathed out making a hand sign as he looked at you executing his command with a sly smile on his face, heavy breath and red lips from the kissing.

He climbed on the bed behind you as he took your hair in his hands and pushed your head down to the pillows, a firm movement that made it clear he was in control of this situation.

Before you knew it, Kai’s heavy hand landed on your ass, the sound of the spank filling the air and making you jump with surprise. Kai gave you a threatening look, his voice low and serious “That was for making me jealous.”

His hand landed again and you felt the heat spreading on your cheeks. You couldn’t believe how your soft sunshine was being so strict and rough, clearly something new for both of you, but you didn't find it bad, maybe even the opposite... your breathing getting heavier as a surge of heat filled your body.

You felt your breath catch in your throat, your legs shaking slightly from the surprise of it all. The heat of his hand was becoming almost unbearable after a few slaps, burning, as he continued to spank you, making it clear that this was just the punishment you deserved for misbehavingin his opinion. “That was for ignoring me,” Kai said, his voice low and serious as his hand hit again, “and that was for paying too much attention to Beomgyu.” His hand slapped again, the sound progressively filling the room.

You let out a choked whine at the hard wip he just gave you, and as soon as you did you felt his hand pressing down your head even more and a hot breath and presence standing right behind your ear, "Shut up" he said firmly while his hand pinched your skin making you squirm even more. Soon he manhandled you to stand up again, bringing you in front of the mirror holding you chest to chest before pulling down your comfy pyjama pants, holding you close and firmly grabbing your jaw with one hand to make you look over your shoulder towards the mirror.

"You know..."

With his other hand he then slaps your bare skin hard enough to become visible and make you jump, still locked against his chest, he held your jaw hard to not let you look away, proudly pointing at the red mark that progressively appeared. "This is what you deserve for breaking your promise"

And like that he slaps your poor ass again, watching you struggle to keep quiet.

"Now be a good little slut and repay for it love, will you?"

He says with those teasing smiles and pushes you down to the floor facing the mirror,

You dont even complain and just moan as he forcedly places you on your fours again,

"Now you gonna tell me who makes you feel this good uh?"

You barely had time to catch your breath when you realised he's already freed himself from the uncomfortable pants he's been wearing all day, not waisting any moment to in a quick movement finally slide in. You could see your own shocked expression in the mirror, your facial features mixing with raw, unbridled pleasure while the sting of pain takes a moment to settle in. He pulls your body closer, grabbing you by the hips to make sure you don't run away, his lips at your ear. "Oh, look at you, my good little baby "

"Mmh..." Hyuka groan, his voice deep and husky. His eyes were dark and sultry as he looked at you from under his lashes, his gaze full of raw intensity, his lips slightly parted.

You can feel his grip loosen up a little as he starts moving slowly, just teasing you. He says softly to you, his voice deep and sultry. "Sssh, be a good baby," he whispers. "Don't move. It'll be okay if you behave " he continues, holding you tightly and trying to be somewhat gentle with you.

Kai's movements gradually pick up speed as he takes full control of the situation, you're just along for the ride with no way to stop it. You're barely able to catch your breath, gasping and squirming, trying to keep your eyes open. Kai keeps his voice soft but firm, urging you to stay quiet and behave. "Shh," he whispers, brushing your hair back from your face, his delicate fingers slowly tracing the path of your jaw to your neck, gently grazing your throat as a reminder that he could have you in a chokehold if needed. "Be good for me, alright?" He reminds you.

If there was ever a moment to submit to him, this was it.

A few moments later, you're already at the edge of your orgasm, and you begin squirming a little, having trouble keeping yourself on all fours. Legs tremble with how intoxicating this new side of Kai is. You whispers and whimpers nervously, "Love, Kai, Kai... Babe.." over and over again, desperate for release.

Kai feels your body squirm and he smiles softly, enjoying the power he has over you. He continues moving at his own pace, building up the tension and anticipation.

You starts to moan again, your body shaking with the urge to let it go. "Please, Kai," you whisper nervously, "I want to cum, please let me."

Kai smiles softly, enjoying the power and control he has over you.

"Not yet, baby," he purrs softly, his voice low and sultry. "I want to see how much you can take. If you're good, maybe I'll let you finish."

At some point, you just can't hold back anymore, reaching your threshold, aware that it's about to happen, words becoming almost incoherent as you warn Kai in a nervous frantic way.

"No, no, I can't, I can't hold back!" You whisper desperately, "I'm gonna finish, Kai."

Kai senses your desperation, and slows down his pace to tease. He chuckles as he looks in the mirror, enjoying to watch you squirm and beg. He could let you finish now if he wanted, but where would be the fun in that? He moves more slowly, drawing out the moment even longer, savouring your suffering.

"I can't I can't I can't," you began to whimper desperately, body writhing and squirming.

Kai's smile turns mischievous.

Desperate and annoyed, you lets out a groan out of frustration. It feels so good but you cannot allow it to ruin the orgasm you've been trying to build up. Your body is shaking with the urge to just finish but you know you can't 'cuz Kai is in control. So your only solution is to start pleading and begging, promising to be good.

Kai stares at you in the mirror, his eyes playful and his grin smug. He leans in and nuzzles your neck again, his voice gentle yet full of dominance when he whispers. "I'll let you cum," he whispers softly, "but you'll show me you're good by spending time with me, just the way you promised. alright?"

You obviously nod vigorously and your eyes fill with excitement. Kai sees this and laughs softly.

He moves again, this time a bit faster as he wants you to finish soon. His eyes meet yours in the mirror and he smiles admiring how fucked up you are right now.

Later on Huening slows down, finally calm as he nears the finish. He grips your waist a little harder and your toes curl at the intensity, both of you reach a climax and it leaves you both exhausted but satisfied. You stay in that position for a few seconds, catching your breath and calming down. Finally, Kai relaxes returning to his normal self. He smiles at you no longer angry or frustrated, and you relax as well knowing the 'danger' has passed.

You let out a small sound of relief finally having your release. Hyuka kisses the back of your neck and looks at you through the mirror, soft and flirty. He pulls out, slowly and gently and lays you down in bed. He goes to grab something to clean up and comes back.

Kai turns you around gently, making you lay down on your side for him to spoon you. The mark on your rear is now fully visible and he's a bit embarrassed and speechless. It's not something he does every day after all.

Kai snuggles close to you, holding you in his arms and resting his head on your shoulder while whispering softly, "thank you for being so good, love".. He slowly caresses your thigh as he apologizes to you for going overboard.

"Hey babe.. I'm sorry, do you feel alright?" He whispers softly, with a touch of awkwardness.

You laugh a bit your face turning a bit red as you blush from embarrassment.

"Yes, Kai. I feel amazing. I loved that, it was so exciting and... different." You respond, giggling a bit.

Kai smiles, relieved that you enjoyed the experience instead of being mad at him for getting carried away.

"Well, I'm glad you had fun too, darling." He chuckles, leaning his head down to kiss your neck softly and hold you close swinging you from side to side in his arms.

"I'm sorry for going overboard though..."

He breathes out those words, "Will you spend the night only with me now?"