#heuning kai

yeonjun

misses your soul, writes songs for you

yeonjun feels your absence everywhere, from the little things like how you used to fold his shirts a specific way to the big things like how he misses your warmth in his bed. you are a hurdle he will never truly get over. and he prefers it that way.

because if he were to ever truly forget you, what would have him hunched over a notebook in the dead of night: song lyrics flowing from the tip of his pen (that you gave him) like water? if he allowed himself to forget the way you would hum softly while doing the most menial of tasks, how would he lay the rhythm into the melodies of their newest singles? how would he ever find himself searching for you in every song that plays through his earbuds, finding the bell-like ring of your laughter in the chorus and the way you sounded crying in the bridge?

choi yeonjun knows he won’t ever get over you, and he likes it that way. because that man is nothing if not a yearner at heart.

to him, music is love, and to give you up would be nothing less than the pain he would feel if he had to ever stop singing. and he’ll be damned if he ever has to give that up, so he’s resigned to the fact that he will die with the taste of your name on his tongue.

soobin

misses your presence, keeps the apartment the way you always liked it

soobin is a busy man, leader of a fourth generation sensation, constantly hosting shows, always off on some sort of side quest. so there was nothing he valued more dearly that his time at home. because it was always the time he got to spend with you: just the two of you.

but now the apartment feels nothing more than a cold reminder of the one that got away, the one he let slip through his fingers like sand. it is no longer a space he can truly find rest in, not when you aren’t there. so, in a desperate attempt to keep his life something close to normal: he finds himself folding the blankets like you, keeping the dishes in the cabinets you always liked, he keeps every little piece of decor and memory you left scattered around the house. soobin keeps your favorite mug on the bottom shelf of the cabinet, the spot where you never had to complain about it being too high up.

because even if this place is nothing but a shell of what it once was, empty without your warmth to fill the cold and lonely nights, at least maybe he could delude himself that one day you might come back.

choi soobin was a creature of habit, and his favorite vice was loving you, even if it only brought him sleepless nights.

beomgyu

misses your laugh, instinctively looks for you when he hears something funny

beomgyu has always valued the little joys in life: the way people laugh after tripping, the warmth that spreads through your chest after laughing so hard that you feel your lungs wheeze, the way you always made him feel.

he was always a happy person, even when he didn’t feel that way. beomgyu didn’t think he would ever love anything so much that he would lose the ability to laugh without them; but then you came into the picture. with you, he would laugh so hard that his stomach ached for a good few minutes after. now he finds himself barely able to muster a chuckle at something that should have him rolling on the floor. because he always looks for you before he laughs: and then your absence makes him forget what was ever so funny in the first place. how can he laugh when he doesn’t have you to share it with?

no matter how hard he tries, how many times he swears he needs to just get over it and move on, he simple can’t. because nothing will ever be truly funny without the sound of you beside him, without the sight of you smiling so hard it strains your cheeks, nothing means anything without you.

it hurts even more when he sees you giggling at someone else’s jokes: worse than any sort of ache. because who even is choi beomgyu if not your source of light?

taehyun

misses your care, finds himself running himself to the ground without you

taehyun has always been an extremely hardworking man, if there’s something he wants: he devotes his all to getting there. that reflected with the quality of his work, he was a brilliant singer, a fluid dancer, and an even better boyfriend. he gave his all to the people around him, even if it meant there way nothing left for himself at the end of the day.

but you were always there to recharge him, to remind him to take care of himself, to stay up with a plate waiting when he got home from a late schedule.

where were you now, as he finds his body begging to let the earth reclaim him after a particularly hard practice? where were you to tell him not to try to fit in filming that tiktok between shoots? where were you to feed him when he was so tired he could barely shut his door behind himself? he was dedicated to a fault, he doesn’t notice when he starts to crack, too busy focusing on the world around him and everything that he has yet to achieve. you always noticed, you were good to him like that.

kang taehyun can’t find himself taking breaks, because the second his mind isbn’t clouded with work, your voice rings in his ears like tinnitus: echoing but never fully there. because no matter how hard he had worked: it wasn’t enough to have kept you by his side.

huening kai

misses your touch, sometimes feels it in phantom pain

kai was well known for his infectious smile, the joy that seeped out of him like the warmth of the very sun. there was never someone he couldn’t brighten up, he was simply too good for this world.

so why does he find himself alone in his bed at night, half-asleep and hallucinating the glide of your fingers down his spine. some nights he wakes up out of a dead sleep because he thought he had felt you brush against his arm. some sort of joy curls in his chest as he looks over to what was once your side of the bed, only to be crushed by the crippling realization that it was indeed just as empty as it was when he fell asleep.

he knows you aren’t there, he knows you may never be there again. but that doesn’t stop his heart from skipping a beat at every lingering touch his mind betrays with. maybe, maybe this time, it was actually you: and then he’s sitting up alone in the dark staring at his bed, because it is never real.

no matter how many times he tells himself that it isn’t you, he simply cannot help but check… just in case.

because heuning kai was absolutely, devastatingly, and all-consumingly in love with you, even if your absence broke his heart a little more each time.

The first time it happened, you didn’t think much of it. It was just a casual moment between you and a classmate—a lazy afternoon after lecture, sprawled out on the floor of your dorm room. You were playing music off your phone while flipping through random makeup products you hadn’t used in months.

“I’m bored,” your classmate announced, reaching for your makeup bag. “Let me practice on you.”

You shrugged with a small laugh. “Sure. Why not?”

You sat cross-legged on the rug, leaning back slightly as they blended a warm bronzer along your cheekbones. The two of you were chatting about nothing in particular—complaining about homework, gossiping about your professors, making plans for the weekend. You barely even noticed how close they were leaning, how their fingers occasionally brushed your skin as they worked.

But someone else did.

HueningKai hadn’t planned to stop by that day, but he found himself walking toward your dorm anyway. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his hoodie, hair slightly tousled from running his fingers through it. It wasn’t unusual for him to pop in unannounced—you’d always told him he didn’t need an invitation. But today, when he reached your door and saw it slightly ajar, he hesitated.

His brows drew together as he took in the scene. You, sitting with your legs tucked beneath you, smiling at the classmate hovering too close. Their fingers delicately traced along your jaw as they applied a soft highlight to the high points of your face. You didn’t seem to mind the proximity. You were laughing, your eyes crinkling in that way he adored.

But for once, that smile wasn’t directed at him.

Something heavy settled in HueningKai’s chest. He didn’t say anything. Didn’t make his presence known. He simply turned and walked away, jaw tight and heart uncomfortably heavy.

The next day, you were startled when you opened your door to find him already there, leaning casually against the frame. His eyes were calm, but there was something unsettlingly unreadable about them—a touch too blank, too neutral.

“Hey,” you greeted with a bright smile. “What’s up?”

Without answering, he lifted a small makeup bag. Your makeup bag. You blinked in confusion.

He stepped into your dorm and nudged the door shut behind him with a quiet click. The motion was slow, deliberate. His gaze never left yours.

“Sit,” he murmured softly, voice low and even.

You gave him a playful look but obeyed, plopping down on the edge of your bed. “Since when did you become a makeup artist?” you teased.

He didn’t answer. He knelt in front of you, carefully unzipping the bag and laying out the products. His movements were unhurried—deliberate but almost detached. His eyes were low-lidded, expression calm, but his fingers were firm when he tipped your chin upward with the pad of his thumb.

His touch lingered just a beat too long.

“You let someone else do your makeup yesterday,” he murmured, almost offhandedly, as if he were mentioning the weather.

You blinked at him, confused by the statement. “Yeah. It was just for fun.” You shrugged lightly, brushing it off with a small smile. “Why? You jealous?” you teased.

For the briefest moment, his eyes flickered. But the faint smirk that tugged at his lips was casual, almost lazy—so subtle you could’ve missed it if you weren’t watching him so closely.

“Mm. No,” he drawled lightly, voice disinterested, fingers lazily brushing over the curve of your jaw. “Just figured I could do a better job.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat when he dipped his brush into the foundation and began to apply it.

His motions were slow, meticulous. You felt every pass of the bristles, every light graze of his fingertips as he blended along your cheekbone. His thumb brushed idly along your jaw—an absent-minded caress rather than a necessary touch.

Your breath stuttered slightly. He was so close. Close enough that you could see the dark flecks in his irises and feel the warmth of his breath on your skin.

He moved on to your eyes, dragging the shadow along your lids with practiced ease. His thumb smudged the corner softly, and the pad of his fingertip lingered against your cheek longer than necessary. You could feel his knuckle faintly graze your skin as he leaned in, eyes lazily half-lidded as he examined his work.

Your throat tightened when he reached for the lip tint. His eyes flicked briefly to yours—watching, wordless—but there was something distinctly heavy in the glance. Something that made your stomach flip.

He dragged the wand along your lower lip, slow and deliberate. You caught your breath when he repeated the motion, running the applicator over your lips a second time. Slower this time. Almost too slow.

Your lips parted slightly without meaning to. His eyes dropped, lingering on the shape of your mouth. And then—just as slowly—he pressed his thumb against your lower lip and dragged it downward, smudging the pigment with an infuriating gentleness.

You exhaled sharply. “You’re messing it up,” you murmured.

His eyes met yours, unwavering. He tilted his head slightly, the faintest ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Mm. Doesn’t matter,” he replied softly, almost dismissively, his voice low and velvety.

And then he kissed you.

The contact was unhurried, like he had all the time in the world. His lips moved over yours with infuriating softness—barely a brush at first, nothing more than a teasing graze. But when you sighed faintly against his mouth, he pressed in further. His hand slipped beneath your jaw, fingertips warm against your skin as he coaxed you closer.

You felt him inhale slightly against your lips—a sound almost too soft to catch—like he was drinking you in, slowly and deliberately.

When he finally pulled back, your lips were swollen and slightly blurred—the once perfect application now softened at the edges. His own lips were stained faintly with the same color, a barely-there smudge left behind.

He lingered there for a moment, his breath warm against your cheek. His eyes were calm, impassive. He didn’t say a word.

But just before he pulled away, his thumb swiped slowly—almost lazily—along your bottom lip, smearing the color just a touch further.

And when he finally sat back, he wore the same unbothered expression as always—calm, indifferent, as if nothing had happened.

But his eyes—just a little darker than usual—lingered on your lips for a second too long.

Knock Knock Knock

The loud knocking at your dorm room door shook you out of your sleep. "Y/n!? I know you're in there! I don't have my keys, lemme in!" A voice pierced the silence of your room.

You rolled over, trying to cover your ears.

"WAKE UP!" The voice shouted again, louder this time while there was more banging on the door.

You dragged yourself out of the bed, stumbling over to the door. As soon as you unlocked the door, it opened and almost hit you in the face. The light from the hallway spilled in as a shadow entered your room.

The shadow moved the light switch and brightened the room, illuminating his face. "You sleep like a log." Kai's black hair was a mess, he was wearing grey sweatpants and a black sweatshirt.

"And you're forgetful. This is the third time this week that you forgot your keys." You rubbed your eyes as you got used to the light.

"I was in a rush, I had to get to the gym and I left them in my other bag. He said as he started digging in his backpack, searching for his keys.

You had morning classes, and Kai had ones toward the afternoon, so you had time for mid-day naps while he always rushed to make it through the day. It's always been like that for the two of you. You've always been three steps ahead, but his natural dumb luck would help him keep up with you. Even when you met for the first time in middle school at an award ceremony for high grades. You'd worked your ass off, day and night, to get your scores up, and Kai slept through every class. But still, he'd get higher scores than you. Which only pushed you to work harder to beat him. Every competition, you'd ruin your sleep schedule to one-up him, and he'd somehow make it a tie or barely beat you...

You walked into the bathroom to wash your face, and Kai started changing out of his gym clothes. The both of you managed to get a spot in the honors college dorm room, only available for students with a certain GPA upon enrolling, and you ended up being slotted with him since your other roommate strangely transferred out before the semester started. Leaving you in the company of your worst enemy that you've had for several years.

You closed the door to the bathroom and started getting undressed for your shower when you heard the doorknob shake.

"No way you're about to shower," Kai said through the door.

"You should've been quicker." You giggle to yourself as you take your time getting ready.

He shook the doorknob again. "Come on! You knew I wanted to shower–I always shower right after the gym. You're going to make me late for class!"

"Not my problem. You should just shower at the gym. That's why there are locker rooms."

"No!" Kai kicked the door, "there's no way I'm showering over there! It smells horrible, and there's a bunch of people there. Please let me shower first!"

"Not gonna happen, you always leave hair in the shower, and it's fucking gross. And I have somewhere to be, too!"

"Well, you take thirty years, and you're not even washing your hair!"

"How do you know!?"

"You washed it yesterday! I could smell your shampoo."

"Are you sure that wasn't you using mine?"

"I was running out of my own! I said I'd buy you a new one!" Kai kicked the door again, harder this time. "Like, let me shower with you at least, I can't miss this class. I have an exam next week, and today's the review day, and there's no way I'm going while smelling like B.O.!" Kai stepped away from the door and shoulder-checked it, shaking the entire door.

You jumped at the thud. "You idiot! If you break this door, I'm not paying to get it fixed!" You covered yourself with a towel before opening the door.

Kai looked like he was ready to try hitting the door again before you opened it. "Thank you." He was covered in sweat, his hair sticking to his face, and his clothes dark in some spots. But what stuck out was his hard dick swinging in his sweatpants.

You looked away, covering your eyes. "Jesus, dude, no underwear again?"

He chuckled. "Don't act like you don't like seeing it anyway. I've caught you looking a few times."

"Fuck you." You spat back at him. You tried to walk past time but he blocked the way. "Can you move already?"

"You said you had to go somewhere, so we both gotta shower. We can share. We're both dudes." Kai said as he stripped his shirt off before you.

"Gross, I'll pass–"

"Stop being a bitch and get in the shower." His voice was more serious this time, not like his usual nagging. Without his sweatshirt, his figure was a little more imposing, especially with freshly pumped muscles.

You awkwardly submitted to him without any extra argument, moving into the shower. If Kai wanted, he could've easily carried you into the shower, so it was better not to push him. There was shuffling from the other side of the curtain before it parted. You instinctually turned away from him, feeling warm in your ears.

"Turn the water on. Don't make the water too hot. I'm not looking to sit in a sauna." He commanded.

You braced as you turned on the water. Ice-cold water ran across your skin, immediately making you scoot backward into Kai.

"Watch it." Kai put his hand on your back to stop you from moving closer to him.

"I-Its cold!"

He sighed. "Then switch with me. You can lather up while I get some time in the water."

You slowly started scooting in his direction, trying not to look at him. But Kai started getting impatient, grabbing you by the shoulders and forcing you behind him. You peeked over your shoulder to see his broad back facing you, water running down it. You never really looked at Kai's backside, but he was more muscular than he looked under his baggy clothes.

"The soap," Kai said, handing you the bottle, not turning around.

You took it from him. Now facing his back, you couldn't help but notice how big his butt was. He loved working leg days, but he'd always been blessed with a better ass than you... You could feel your whole body getting hot while looking him over so closely. You felt like a perverted weirdo, looking at him like that. You turned around, facing the wall, and started lathering soap onto you, waiting for Kai to switch with you again.

"The water's not cold, so we can switch now." He muttered.

You switched places with him again, letting the soap rinse off you. It felt better to face the wall, but you couldn't stop thinking about Kai standing right behind. You could feel your dick twitch at the thought, your breath hitched as you tried to focus. But your concentration was cut off by a soft sigh, almost a moan but it was cut short. Your book ran cold. Did you somehow slip a moan out and not even realize it? You peeked over your shoulder to see Kai's reaction, but his back was turned to you.

Kai's eyes were squeezed shut, gently and quietly jerking himself off while biting his lip to keep quiet.

You faced the water again, throat dry but your body tingling. "H-Hey, I think I'm ready to get out now."

"O-Oh, yeah, okay. I'll finish up, you can go first..." Kai said, barely loud enough to hear over the shower.

You stepped out of the shower, water dripping on the floor as you left Kai alone. You hurried out of the bathroom, changed clothes, and crawled back into bed. All you could think about was Kai jerking off...

You tossed in your bed until your leg rubbed against your cock, grinding against you. You couldn't stop yourself from slipping your hand into your pants, stroking yourself slowly. Your eyes slowly shut as you get more into it.

"Kai...," you softly moaned his name.

You could feel him hover over you, whispering seductively. "Oh? Getting into something and calling out for me?"

You replied with a moan, wanting more from him.

Kai's hands moved to your sides, sliding up your torso. His hair tickled your face as it swept across your face.

"Are you daydreaming? Y/n?" He cooed. "Why don't you open your eyes and see the real thing."

Your eyes cracked open in confusion to see Kai sitting over you. You didn't even hear him turn off the shower, much less get so close.

"What's wrong, y/n? You were having so much fun a second ago.." Kai slid his hand over your hard-on, earning a rewarding flinch from you. "Touching yourself to me, even though I'm in the next room, how shameful."

Your face got hot again. "Well, it– You. You were doing it too!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Me? When?"

"In our shower together! I saw you jacking off, and moaning in secret."

"Y/n. I just got back home." He said flatly.

"No, we just showered together..." You muttered.

He shook his head. "I just got back from the gym. I remembered my keys this time, so I let myself in. I thought you were sleeping until you called me, and I saw you like this." He chuckled. "Did you dream all that!?"

You tried to push him off you, but he was firm in his position over you.

"Okay, laugh it up or do whatever you're gonna do." You crossed your arms and let your head fall against the bed, waiting for Kai's endless teasing to begin.

You were instead greeted by Kai's mouth meeting yours, his hands grabbing yours and holding them above your head.

"You should be careful about letting me do 'whatever' to you." Kai bit at your neck

"Kai–" You tried to push him, but he had to much of a grip on you.

"You wanted me so badly in your dream, so why can't I want you back?" He giggled as he licked at the new mark forming on your neck.

"I don't understand..." You shyly muttered.

He let you go, letting you sit up as he held you. "It's okay if you don't understand. I do. You finally get it, that I'm better. You've given up fighting me, and now you're willing to be my second place."

You reeled away from him. "That's not what this is about!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Isn't it?" His hands smoothly moved to lace his fingers with yours. "You can feel it. You can't really beat me, I'm just naturally better. I'm smarter, stronger, and faster than you. You're so fucked up by me that it made you obsessed, so much that you couldn't even really realize it. Your brain couldn't handle it so your body decided to spell it out for you." He said in the condescending tone he loved to use when talking to you.

He continued, "To be honest. I wanted to impress you in the beginning when we met. So I tried to work hard to get you to see me, to show my feelings for you. But then, you went crazy about me. About beating me, don't even lie that you didn't. I could always tell you'd do anything to be better than me." Kai slowly slid you back down onto the bed, towering over you. His hand slid into your pants, gripping your cock.

Your whole body melted under his touch, reacting like electricity. But you didn't get why...

Kai quickly and roughly jerked you off while he spoke in between neck kisses. "You can't even put words together, can you? My dumb little bunny. You're just so in love with me, you can't fight it anymore. You're even dreaming of me."

Something in your brain snapped when he called you a dumb bunny. You finished his hand, body jerking at the sensation.

"Oh no, bunny. Did I tell you to do that?"

You shook your head no.

"Speak."

"No, you didn't..." You muttered in defeat. Every word and touch made it feel like you were falling deeper into quicksand. You tried to think about it, the moment you fell for him. But you could only see Kai in every memory. You knew you hated him beating you, but you also had a feeling of enjoying his teasing when he beat you.

"Then, take your pants off," Kai commanded.

Your body moved before your brain understood, stripping off your pants and waiting for more directions.

"Can you suck me off? You like cock, don't you? You dumb slutty bunny."

You nod mindlessly. You loved hearing him call you Bunny. Hearing him call you dumb slowly made the static in your brain get stronger. You weren't really thinking anymore.

Kai pulled down his pants and let his thick cock slap against his toned stomach. He sat you up on your knees and stood at the edge of the bed. He let out a sharp breath as you took his cock in your hands, and let your tongue slide out to gently lick his tip.

"This is your first time, isn't it?" He whispered.

You look up at him with shy wet eyes, nodding.

"Then, I'll make it a good time for you. You'll crave me even more after this..." Kai pushed your mouth on him, pushing you to take him. Moaning and closing his eyes as he felt his shaft enter your mouth.

You struggled to handle him, but Kai didn't let it stop you.

He pushed more, urging you to take more. And you obeyed without a second thought, taking as much of his length as you could. "Take a deep breath and hold it bunny. I'm going to push you."

You felt Kai pull out of your mouth completely, giving you the chance to breathe. You held your breath as you felt him hold your head in place. His tip pointed at your mouth, waiting patiently for you to allow his entry. You opened your mouth and he slowly pushed in, keeping you from moving. Inch by inch, it slid into your mouth. Your eyes shut as your body twitched.

"Good, bunny." Kai moaned as he kept going. "Almost there, just a little more." Kai let out a louder moan and stopped moving, his cock buried completely in your mouth. Your eyes rolled back as you fell limp in his grip. "No gagging? Oh, you're such a special slut, aren't you? I'll get a little rough with you then..."

Kai pulled out completely again before slamming his cock back into your mouth, fucking into it while holding you in place. The noises are so wet and gross, but you couldn't help but love every second. Your throat burned, your jaw ached, Kai pulled at your hair tightly, and tears streamed down your face, but Kai's moans kept you going.

You could feel the muscles in Kai's thighs tensing. His body heat growing. You moaned in excitement.

"Oh, you're ready for it? Then, here's your first reward!" Kai shouted as he came down your throat.

Pump after pump, his eyes rolling back and face contouring into pleasure. It was so much that you couldn't swallow everything, and it started leaking out of your mouth. "Oh, well that's okay for your first time. But I'd prefer it if you swallowed as much as you can. It's less messy."

You felt Kai pulling away but tried to use your mouth to suck on him more, pulling him in. You swallowed as much as you could, almost every drop. Then kept sucking on his shaft.

"J-Jesus! Bun, wait–calm down!" Kai moaned.

His body tried to pull away, but you used your hands to hold him.

"Bunny! Stop!" Kai shouted at you.

You snapped back to reality and let him go. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that..."

Kai lifted your chin. "It seems like you want more, right?"

You, embarrassed, nodded.

"Beg for me then. Tell me you want more."

You threw away the last ounce of dignity that you had. "Kai, I really love your cock. Please give me more! I'm such a dumb, stupid, bunny. I'm only good for whatever you want me to do. I–I..."

Kai smiled. "You, what?"

"I'm just a cock slut for you. I only want your dick..."

Kai laughed softly. "I know, bunny. You really are crazy about me... So, go, lay down. On your stomach"

You listened to him as you lay on the bed. Face down, your back instantly arching.

"Oh, what a perverted bunny. You already know the position... And what great for you have." Kai said as his hand traced your arch and stopped on your ass, giving it a hard smack and earning a pitiful yelp from you. "Stay here, I need to prepare you. Talk to me if something's not right."

You wait patiently as you hear Kai shuffle around the room, looking for things and opening drawers on his desk. You feel a cold liquid hit your whole, slimy and drippy. You shiver for a moment, but the cold is immediately replaced by the introduction of a warm finger inside of you. Your body reacts and pulls away from it, but Kai holds you in place.

"It's your first time, so it's going to be a little difficult. But if you run, it will be more difficult." Kai takes his time preparing you, talking to you the whole time. checking on you, making sure you're able to handle the next level as he moves in with more fingers. "Okay, it's time. Now's the chance to stop if you need Bunny. You came twice just from me prepping you..."

You were sweating and drooling on the sheets. You could barely form real words, but you knew you went through all of that for a reason. You needed him in you. Your body shuddered as you let an embarrassingly loud moan, begging for Kai.

"Okay, then. We'll keep going." He whispered as he slicked his member up. "Remember to keep breathing."

You took long deep breaths as you felt his tip positioned outside your hole. One of his hands held your hip and guided you backward onto him. You felt it enter you, and you could almost see colors. It was so hot, that all your brain could muster was the word hot.

"Oh, it's hot, so hot, very, hot cock." You drooled.

"It's not hot, it's just not your body temperature. You'll get used toit."

You twitched as he pushed slowly deeper into you.

"You're doing such a good job, bunny. Just hang in there."

You could feel Kai splitting you apart with how thick he was. And it felt like there was no end to his cock. You thought every inch would be the last but it just kept going. But then he hit the bundle of nerves that made you almost scream and buck backward onto him, forcing the rest into you. Your mouth hung open, drool slipping out, and your eyes started to lose focus.

"Bunny! Are you okay?" Kai stroked your back, not wanting to move.

After a few minutes of not moving, you managed to get back under control.

Kai stared at you in disbelief. "I don't know you did it, but you're seriously taking all of me... Feel it." Kai took your hand and pressed it to your stomach, letting you feel a small bump in your gut. "You have me so deep in you, bunny. Good job!" Kai shifted you, leaning you into his arms. Your back against his chest. "Now, here's the really fun part..."

Kai lifted you off the bed, cock still in you, and maneuvered you against the wall. He spun you around on his cock so your back was against the wall, so he could look at you while fucking you.

"Look at you, so easy to toss around." He said as he did his first thrust into you.

"So cute with my cock inside you, bulging your tummy." He said as he did two more thrusts.

"Twitching, squeezing, and milking my cock. You want me, bunny?"

You nodded. "Please fuck me, Kai. I need this!"

Kai didn't respond, he pressed you harder into the wall and started slamming into you. He held you against the wall the whole time while fucking you, kissing you on your neck and lips. Occasionally licking away your tears while you rode out the waves of pleasure splashing into you. Kai stopped holding back completely, going even faster, making you cum all over the both of you.

"My turn," Kai grunted as he slammed into you, holding your hips against his body to get as deep as he could. He drains his balls into you, every last drop pouring into you as he uses one hand to feel his cock in your stomach as it pumps into you.

Kai took his time to breathe before guiding you back to the bed and laying you down carefully. "Did you live, bunny?"

You breathlessly nodded. You came at least 4 times in one session and were this close to passing out. Your lips were red and swollen, your hair a mess, and had a necklace of kiss marks around your neck.

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Yeonjun: 

You were laying on the couch, watching tv and mindlessly scrolling through your phone when you heard the door to the house open. It was your older brother, Soobin, and his hot best friend, Yeonjun. You immediately sat up, straightening yourself out and fixing your hair. You weren’t going to deny the little crush you had on Yeonjun ever since he became friends with Soobin and started coming over to your house. 

“Hey Y/N. Yeonjun is spending the night here. We’re gonna get ready to go out, wanna come with us?” 

You immediately nod your head, not even thinking to ask what the plans were. Yeonjun noticed your eagerness and chuckled, finding it cute. 

They both headed upstairs to get ready, letting you know that they would be leaving in an hour. You decided to get ready yourself. You had already showered so you picked out a cute outfit and started on your makeup. Once you finished, you walked to the bathroom to fix your hair. 

It was slightly chilly out, but you didn’t have any clean hoodies, so you decided to go to your brother's room and steal one of his. You heard the shower going and assumed it was Yeonjun, so you walked in without knocking, assuming that Soobin was in there. 

“Woah-oh my god I’m so sorry Yeonjun!” 

You yelled, seeing the shirtless boy in front of you, hair wet and dripping onto his defined abs that you couldn’t seem to rip your eyes away from. 

“For someone who’s so sorry you sure don’t seem like it,”

He smirked, enjoying the attention from you. Your face flushes a deep red, finally looking away and closing the door behind you, forgetting about the hoodie you wanted. You run back to your room not bothering to close the door all the way as you plant your face into your pillow out of sheer embarrassment. 

You didn’t hear Yeonjun’s footsteps following you, his torso now covered by a fitted shirt. 

“Go away Yeonjun, I'm embarrassed!” 

You say, not lifting your head from your pillow.

“It’s okay. I kinda liked the way you were looking at me. I don’t workout for nothing ya know?” 

You look up at him, flabbergasted. 

“I- I don’t know what you want me to say. I am sorry for staring though, I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” 

“I just said I liked it, you didn’t make me feel uncomfortable. But I know you have a little crush on me. Soobin told me a while ago. So don’t worry about it, cause I like you too. I wouldn’t mind you seeing me like that more often.”

“He what? That bitch. I’m gonna have to get back at him for that. But really? You like me?”

You couldn’t help but feel a little hot. The blush on your face is more visible now at his bold words. 

“Yeah, I do. But don’t tell Soobin okay? He’ll have my head if he knows. But let me know if you’re interested, we could always work something out.” 

He shot you a little wink before exiting your room, leaving you to calm yourself down before Soobin sees your blushed-up face and asks you what’s wrong. 

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Soobin:  

You were at your apartment, studying for an exam. You were so locked in on your assignments that you completely forgot that you had plans with your best friend, Soobin. You hadn’t eaten or bathed yet and you really needed to, but studying was more important for now. 

The sudden knock on your door startled you, causing you to flinch and wander up to the door puzzled about who could be needing your attention at this moment. You were only slightly surprised to see Soobin standing outside your door, with a duffel bag in his hand?

“Why did you bring a whole duffel bag here? And why are you here in the first place? We’re supposed to meet on Friday.”

“It is Friday”

He deadpans and you look at him dumbfounded at the idea that you didn’t know what day of the week it was.

“Besides, I had a feeling this would happen. I packed my stuff cause we’re gonna have a sleepover! I assume you’ll be here studying all night so I’ll situate myself in your room.”

He walks off like he owns the place, not sparing you another glance before making his way towards your room. 

“Hey! I didn’t say you could come in and I didn’t say you could sleep over. My roommate is gonna be here and–”

“No she’s not. I called and told her that you were having an emergency and needed the place to yourself.”

“What the hell Soobin? Why would you come up with a lie like that?”

“Because it's kinda true. You’ve been cooped up in this little apartment all week studying for an exam that’s a week away, you haven’t eaten and you’re in desperate need of a shower.”

He says, feigning a look of disgust. You just sigh and agree with him, he was right. You were stressing over an exam that was a week away so much that you let your other work due earlier in the week pile up. Maybe you just needed to clear your head for a bit. 

“You’re right. I’m gonna clean my stuff up and then get into the shower. Thank you Soobin.”

As you finish shoving the last of your notebooks into your bag, you walk into your room to grab your clothes so you can shower. You were so out of it, you didn’t realize that Soobin had the door shut and you opened it without warning.

“Hey!”

He slightly yelled at your intrusion, having just taken his shirt off, about to take his pants off. You just stood there, mouth agape. You had never seen your best friend like this. You didn’t know he was so… built. 

“Close your mouth you're gonna catch flies. And stop looking at me you perv.”

You close your eyes and turn around, like a child.

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were changing. Let me know when you’re done.”

“Just come in, I don't care. Unless you do,”

He says, a hint of mischief in his voice. You shake your head ‘no,’ waiting for him to finish. Once he’s done, he exits your room but not without a sly comment, one that you would’ve never expected to come out of his mouth.

“I can offer you some stress relief in more ways than one, you just have to ask.”

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Beomgyu:

You and Beomgyu were paired up to do a special stage. You had been practicing for weeks straight, failing to perfect the dance as you both were also preparing for a comeback. You spent many days by yourself or practicing with a backup dancer whenever you had an ounce of free time. 

You had met Beomgyu not that long ago. Of course you always knew about him, but you had never interacted with him before, so you were nervous. He was very funny and easy going though, so you were thankful for that. Over the few weeks you guys had spent practicing together, you could say that you became very close. Today was another day of fully practicing on your collab.

“Y/N~ I brought snacks!”

He came in almost bouncing off the walls with how bubbly he was. You couldn’t help but smile at him, helping him bring the snacks in. He thanks you for helping and you guys get started on practicing. The dance requires you to be a little close, dancing a romantic song for the month of February. Neither of you minded, why would you when Beomgyu is as attractive as he is? 

The ending pose requires Beomgyu to caress your face with the back of two of his fingers, looking each other in the eyes. It felt really intimate, and at first, you were nervous at the eye contact and having his pretty, slim fingers along your face. You always felt your breath catch in your throat towards the end, and he noticed it too, but he would never say anything. 

It was nearing the end of the day and you two were still practicing, both drenched in sweat. You had both agreed to go eat after the practice was over so you excused yourself to the bathroom to change out of your practice clothes and freshen up. You assumed that Beomgyu had also left to go to the bathroom to change, but was pleasantly surprised to see him having just zipped up his jeans, torso completely exposed. 

“Oh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were changing in here!”

You quickly shut the door closed and looked away from him, not wanting anyone walking by to see him shirtless. 

“Oh no, I’m sorry I should’ve locked the door! That’s my mistake,”

He signed nervously, but he didn’t seem mad that you walked in on him. 

“You can turn around and look now. I hope I didn’t make you feel uncomfortable…” 

“No, you didn't, it's okay really, I should’ve knocked anyways! But I’m not uncomfortable, you look good.” 

Your hand flew to your mouth, stopping yourself from saying anything more embarrassing. He just laughed, lightening the situation.

“Oh really? I’m glad you think so. You look good yourself.”

He says, the sudden confidence burst allowing him to flirt with you. You’re stunned as a light pink blush paints your cheeks. 

“I don’t know what possessed me to say that but thank you…”

“It’s okay, I wanted to tell you that you look good during our practices, but I didn’t want to make things awkward. You saying it first makes this better, and we can continue to talk after our practicing is over.” 

You didn’t expect the straightforwardness from him, but you weren’t going to turn him down. Who would pass up the chance of getting to know Choi Beomgyu? 

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Taehyun:

You loved frequenting the gym in your city. Half because you loved to work out and half because the hot guy you had a crush on always went at the same time you did. You were getting ready for the gym like you always do, making sure to put your hair up into a ponytail and put on your cutest workout set. You were hitting arms and chest today, so you wanted to make sure your chest was looking extra good. You grab your gym bag, slinging it over your shoulder and heading out to your car.

Your gym was pretty small but still had all the equipment you would ever need. You swiped in and put your bag down near the free weights. You wanted to warm up first before hitting the big machines. As you’re finishing up your warm up, you notice the cute guy you have a crush on walk in. He set his stuff on the rack opposite to yours, giving you a perfect view of his muscles as he worked out, his already big biceps looking bigger. You have to pry your eyes away from him, needing to move onto the next machine in your routine. 

As you’re moving through the machines, you notice that the cute guy goes on every machine you’re also using. At first you think he’s following you, but you deduce the fact that he’s used every machine you have to the fact that there weren’t enough machines for multiple people to use at once. Maybe he was also doing arms and chest, it was a very common combo. 

While you’re finishing up your last set on the chest machine, you see him walking away into the changing rooms. You finish up your set and head to the changing rooms yourself, preferring to change out of your sweaty clothes even though you’ll be going home afterwards anyways. The changing rooms were unisex, the only indication that someone was inside was given by a little green ‘vacant’ and red ‘occupied’ slider. You find the first open door and walk in, locking it behind you. 

“Oh my, I must’ve forgotten to lock the door,”

You jump in place, startled at the deep voice that was standing with you in the changing room, his shirt off and chest and abs fully exposed. It was the cute guy who was following you earlier. You were almost drooling at the sight in front of you, the man sporting a red blush on his face as he covers himself up.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were in here. I didn’t think to knock because the slider was green but then again I should’ve I’m sorry,”

You ramble to which the cute man giggles at your nervousness. You can’t believe you were going on like that in front of him, now blushing yourself. 

“You’re cute.”

He says, smirking.

“But don’t apologize, it's my fault. Unless you came in here on purpose because you saw me walk in?”

Had your staring been that obvious? How did he know you saw him walk into the changing room?

“I- I didn’t know you were in here, I swear. I wasn’t stalking you. If anything, you were stalking me, using every machine I was using…”

You didn’t realize the man walking closer to you, essentially trapping you between himself and the door.

“I never said that you were stalking me. But how did you know I used every machine that you did if you weren’t stalking me?”

You were at a loss for words. Partly because he was making you nervous, partly because you couldn’t stop looking at his muscles. 

“Like what you see?”

You look up at him and nod. It's your turn to smirk.

“You said I was cute, right?”

You say, sliding the lock on the door. 

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Huening Kai:

You never thought your best friend, Kai, was attractive until you got to college. He was always so cute in high school and before, having a cute baby face his whole life. You don’t know when or how he became so big and muscular. You almost didn’t recognize him in junior year of college when he came back having grown to 6 '1 and having more muscle than you would ever think he could have.

Kai on the other hand, has had a crush on you since middle school. Maybe it was hormones and the fact that he was hitting puberty, but he can remember the first time he thought you were cute was when you were hanging outside in the courtyard with your friends before classes had started. You were just sitting on the bench, laughing out loud at something one of your friends had said, and he swore his heart beat faster when you smiled. After asking literally anyone who would listen to him, he had come to the conclusion that he had a crush on you. He never acted on it though, your friendship more important to him than his romantic feelings.

You were going out to a party tonight with Kai and a couple of your guys’ friends. The night was going well. Kai didn’t drink and you opted not to for the night because you had work the next day. You had gotten ready before walking over to the party. You found Kai almost instantly, his big brooding body hard to miss. The way the muscle fit tee he was wearing clung to his body deliciously, and you could feel yourself getting warmer at the thought of thinking of your best friend in that way. 

You tapped his shoulder, grabbing his attention and making conversation, your friends slowly joining you one by one. A couple hours into the night and all of your friends, as well as mostly everyone else at the party, are drunk. This was pretty normal to you guys, so you weren’t worried about anything going wrong. That was until one of your friends, Beomgyu, accidentally spilled his drink all over the front of your shirt. You assured him it was fine, running to the bathroom to get the stain out while Kai followed behind you.

“Hey, are you okay? Do you have another shirt or a jacket to cover yourself up?”

“No. I figured it was gonna be hot with all these sweaty people so I didn’t bring anything else to wear. I might just go back.”

You sigh, contemplating on whether or not you should go back to your dorm. 

“Umm, wait.”

He says. He pulls his shirt off over his head, to which you squeal and cover your eyes.

“Kai?! Put your shirt back on, I'm fine, I'll just go back and change.”

“Just put my shirt on at least so no one sees that stain. And you can stop covering your eyes. I don’t care if you see me shirtless, you're just my friend.”

“Ah, just your friend… right.”

You say, grabbing the shirt from his hands and putting it on over your clothes. He can sense the disappointment in your voice after he says that.

“What? You are my friend, right? Is there something wrong with what I said?”

“No… I was just nervous seeing you with your shirt off because I've been attracted to you lately…”

You look away from him upon your confession, missing the way his lips curl up into a smile. 

“You have a crush on me now do ya?”

He says playfully, hugging you. 

“Why don’t we head back to your dorm and I can show you that I have a crush on you too?”

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