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its pride month and i need help yall!!! so i have an idea for a fem!teamie member but I DONT KNOW WHO IT CAN BE!!! the gist is a first date where neither have ever dated/dated a girl and do everything to impress them. so this includes buying flowers, opening doors, paying the bill, the works. essentially yall are just trying to be the gentlelady and keep laughing over trying to one up the other or something like that idk im still working out the thing but I NEED TO WRITE ITTTT!!! so pls help me decide on who it should be for (im leaning towards hyung line but idk, who knows it could be multi but lwk that sounds kinda hard)
rules: please don't plagiarize, translate, or reupload any of my work anywhere else. requests are always done on my own time.
status:[ requests are currently: OPEN ]
☾ 18+ mdni ☽
key: ☁️ fluff | 🌧️ angst | 🍒 smut
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🧸 &TEAM 🧸
k
🦘 — 🍒Late-night choreography practice leaves you entirely alone with a completely sweaty K🍒
fuma
🎮— 🍒Fuma trades his gaming strategy for a hands-on lesson after noticing your obsession with his hands🍒
🎮—🍒Convinced that loving both Taki and Fuma is a mistake, you vanish after a messy confession, only to realize they have no intention of letting you go.🍒
🎮—🍒Driven by his instincts, Fuma becomes a desperate, whiny mess who trades his composure for needy pleas as he surrenders to his heat.🍒
🎮—🍒Fuma always takes charge, but tonight he surrenders control completely.🍒
nicholas
🍓—🍒Needy Yuma gets taken apart on the living room floor when they get interrupted.🍒
euijoo
🍊—☁️What starts as a quiet conversation at a fansign turns into a lingering connection as Euijoo finds himself scanning the crowds for the one face he cant forget☁️
🍊—☁️Barista Euijoo falls for a quiet customer☁️
yuma
🐈—🍒Yuma pushes you to your limit and watches you break, proving his total control 🍒
🐈—🌧Yuma fights the bond until you finally snap it, forcing him to live with the empty silence he chose.🌧
🐈—🍒Needy Yuma gets taken apart on the living room floor when they get interrupted.🍒
🐈—☁️Yuma finds out exactly how ticklish you are, and he refuses to let you escape his affection.☁️
jo
🍚—☁️Jo spots you stranded in a heavy downpour and he shares his umbrella☁️
🍚—🍒Jo and you paint each other's bodies🍒
harua
🐰—☁️Late night phone call with sleepy Harua☁️
taki
🐥—🍒Convinced that loving both Taki and Fuma is a mistake, you vanish after a messy confession, only to realize they have no intention of letting you go.🍒
🐥 —🍒A booking error at a resort leaves you sharing a steaming outdoor bath with Taki🍒
🐥 —☁️Jealous bakery owner Taki pouts when flirty classmates tease his favorite customer.☁️
maki
🐶 —☁️🌧when k drops you off at fuma’s for a month maki couldn't hide his displeasure about sharing his space☁️🌧
Warnings: Heavy explicit sexual content, praise, sweat kink, body worship.
Summary: Late-night choreography practice leaves you entirely alone with a completely sweaty K.
☾ 18+ mdni ☽
☾ masterlist ☽
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The heavy, rhythmic bass of the track finally cut out, leaving nothing but the aggressive hum of the air conditioner and the chaotic sound of heavy, uneven breathing bouncing off the mirrors. It was past two in the morning. The practice room smelled like floor wax, body heat, and the stale air of a fourteenth hour inside the HYBE building.
You were sitting on the floor in the corner, your back pressed against the wall, watching the final run-through. The guys were completely dead on their feet. EJ was leaning over with his hands on his knees, his hair soaked through and clinging to his forehead, while Nicholas was casually wiping a hand down his face, his chest heaving under a damp tee.
"Okay, okay, let's wrap it here," K’s voice broke through the quiet, rough and raspy from coaching them through the same five-second transition for the last two hours. He clapped his hands together twice, the sound echoing sharply. "Good job today. Go get some food and sleep. We have a 7:00 AM call."
A collective groan echoed through the room as the members started gathering their things. One by one, they trooped out the door, tossing tired waves and mumbled goodnights in your direction. EJ gave you a soft, sleepy nod as he pulled his bag over his shoulder, and Nicholas offered a lazy, knowing smirk as he passed, his eyes flicking briefly between you and the older member still standing in the center of the room.
Then, the heavy glass door clicked shut, and the room went entirely silent.
You didn't move from your spot on the floor. You just watched him.
K was still standing under the harsh, white fluorescent lights, his reflection stretching out endlessly in the wall-to-wall mirrors. He was completely, utterly ruined by the practice session. He had stripped off his outer shirt hours ago, leaving him in nothing but a thin, white ribbed tank top that was completely translucent from how wet it was. It clung to the sharp lines of his chest and abdomen like a second skin, showing every single ridge of muscle underneath. His skin was glossy, covered in a thick, heavy layer of sweat that caught the light every time he took a deep, shuddering breath. Drops of it were actively rolling down his neck, tracing the long line of his throat before disappearing into the damp collar of his shirt. His dark hair was completely soaked, messy strands falling over his eyes, dripping onto his cheeks.
He looked completely striking, entirely raw, and absolutely lethal.
K slowly turned around, his chest heaving as his dark, intense gaze locked directly onto you through the reflection of the mirror. He didn't say a word at first. He just stood there, his long arms hanging loosely at his sides, watching you look at him. He knew exactly what you were looking at. He could see the way your eyes were tracking the sweat dripping down his collarbone, the way your filter had completely vanished the second the door locked.
A slow, tired, but incredibly smug grin pulled at the corner of his lips.
"You're staring," he murmured, his voice incredibly low, the deep tone vibrating right through the floorboards. He walked over to the audio equipment desk, grabbing a bottle of water and cracking it open, taking a long, greedy swig. A line of water escaped the corner of his mouth, mixing with the sweat on his chin and rolling down his throat. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes never leaving yours. "Come here."
You didn't hesitate. You stood up, your legs feeling a little heavy from sitting so long, and walked across the wide, empty expanse of the room until you were standing just a foot away from him. The heat radiating off his body hit you instantly—he felt like a literal furnace, the warm, clean scent of his skin mixed with heavy sweat completely filling your senses.
You reached down to grab the clean towel sitting on the edge of the desk, lifting it up to wipe his face, but K didn't let you.
Before the fabric could touch his skin, his large, warm hand shot out, his fingers wrapping firmly around your wrist. His grip was heavy, his palm damp and hot against your skin. He didn't pull you in yet; he just held you there, his thumb pressing into the pulse point of your wrist, feeling your heart hammering wildly against his skin.
"Don't," he whispered, his eyes dark and heavy as he looked down at you through his damp bangs. "Leave it."
"You're dripping wet, K," you said, your voice coming out much softer and shakier than you wanted it to.
"I know," he said, a low, breathy chuckle escaping him. He stepped closer, completely invading your personal space until his wet tank top was practically brushing against the front of your clothes. He tilted his head down, his lips hovering just inches from your ear, his ragged breath hot against your skin. "But you like it like this, don't you? I saw how you were looking at me during the final run. You weren't watching the choreo."
The sheer confidence in his voice was dizzying. Your filter completely snapped. You looked up at him, your eyes fixing on the heavy shine of sweat covering his neck and the sharp valley of his collarbone.
"Yeah," you admitted quietly, your breath hitching. "I do."
K’s expression shifted, the smugness instantly melting away into something incredibly dark, heavy, and intensely focused. His grip on your wrist tightened just a fraction before he slid his hand down, threading his long fingers through yours and pulling your hand up, pressing it flat against his chest.
The fabric of his tank top was entirely soaked through, cold and wet, but the skin underneath was burning hot. You could feel the frantic, heavy thud of his heart beating against your palm, his chest expanding and contracting under your touch.
"Then touch me," he growled low in his throat, his gaze burning into yours. "Do whatever you want."
You didn't need him to tell you twice. You let go of his hand, your fingers sliding up the wet ribbing of his shirt, tracing the hard, defined lines of his shoulders. He was slick, his skin completely coated in a thick sheen of moisture from hours of dancing. You leaned in closer, your knees almost knocking against his, until you could smell nothing but him.
Slowly, deliberately, you parted your lips and pressed your tongue right against the base of his throat, licking a slow, upward line through the heavy sweat coating his skin.
K completely froze.
A sharp, ragged gasp left his lips, his entire body jerking under your touch as a violent shiver ran straight down his spine. His hands instantly flew to your waist, his large fingers digging hard into your hips, pinning you firmly in place as his head tilted back automatically, giving you full, unhindered access to his neck.
The taste of him was intoxicating—salty, hot, and entirely addictive. You leaned in deeper, your hands gripping his broad shoulders for balance as you licked your way along the sharp line of his jaw, taking in the heavy moisture dripping down his skin. You sucked lightly at the soft skin right beneath his ear, your tongue catching every single drop of sweat that rolled down his hairline.
A low, deep growl tore from the back of K’s throat, a sound so raw and carnal it made your stomach completely flip.
"Fuck," he choked out, his voice completely wrecked, his fingers gripping your hips so tightly it was going to leave bruises. He pulled his head down, his dark eyes wide, blown-out, and completely wild as he stared at you. He was breathing harder now than he had been during the actual choreography. "You're going to drive me crazy. Right here. I swear to god."
"Let me," you whispered against his skin, your lips brushing the wet curve of his collarbone before you licked another slow path down the center of his chest, right where the translucent fabric of his shirt ended.
That was the absolute breaking point.
K’s composure completely snapped. He didn't say another word. With one sudden, incredibly powerful movement, he gripped your waist and lifted you completely off your feet. You let out a short gasp, your hands flying around his neck as he carried you the three steps across the room, slamming your back hard against the massive floor-to-ceiling mirror.
The glass was freezing cold against your back, a sharp, shocking contrast to the burning, oppressive heat of K’s body as he pressed himself entirely flush against you.
He didn't give you a second to adjust. His hand caught your chin, his fingers digging in firmly to tilt your head back, and then his mouth crashed down onto yours.
The kiss was completely filthy, frantic, and filled with a desperate, heavy pining that had been building between you all day. K tasted like iron, water, and pure heat. He didn't use any gentleness; his tongue forced its way into your mouth, claiming you with a heavy, dominating intensity that left you completely breathless. He sucked on your lower lip, biting down hard enough to make you whine, the sound completely swallowed by the wet, messy friction of his mouth against yours.
His body was crushing you into the glass, his wet tank top soaking right through the front of your shirt, transferring his sweat and heat directly onto your skin. You could feel the hard, unyielding line of his erection pressing hard against your thigh through his damp sweatpants, heavy and completely undeniable.
K pulled his mouth away just an inch, both of you panting heavily, your breaths mixing in the tight space between your faces. His eyes were completely dark, filled with a raw, predatory hunger.
"Wrap your legs around me," he commanded, his voice a rough, gravelly whisper against your lips. "Now."
You hooked your legs tightly around his broad waist, your thighs gripping his hips. The second you were secure, K’s hands slid down to the hem of your pants, his long fingers hooking into the waistband and tearing them down your legs along with your underwear, letting them drop to the floor in a messy heap.
He didn't wait. He reached down, his large, warm hand cupping you through your bare skin. You were already completely slick, dripping and ready for him, the friction of your bodies and the sheer intensity of his presence making you ache. K let out a dark, satisfied hum as his fingers slid easily over your wet skin, testing your readiness.
"Look at yourself," K growled, his hand keeping you pinned against the mirror as he forced his head over your shoulder, his eyes locking onto yours in the reflection of the glass. "Look at what you look like right now."
Through the blurred, sweaty reflection, you could see the two of you—your legs wrapped tightly around him, your clothes rumpled, and K hovering over you like a shadow, his red-hot skin gleaming under the lights, his face flushed a dark, beautiful crimson.
"K, please," you whimpered, your fingers burying deep into his damp curls, pulling him closer. "I want you. Right now."
"Tell me exactly how you want it," he murmured, his teeth biting down on the soft skin of your shoulder, his breath hot and ragged against your neck.
"Inside me. Now. Please."
K let out a low, breathy laugh that sent a shiver straight through you. He slid one hand between your bodies, grabbing his sweatpants and shoving them down past his hips, freeing his length. He was massive, hot, and completely rigid, the tip brushing against your soaking wet entrance.
He paused for just one agonizing second, his dark eyes locking onto yours in the mirror, holding your gaze to make sure you were looking.
"Hold onto me," he whispered.
And then, he drove his hips forward, burying himself completely inside you in one heavy, unyielding thrust.
The sudden, overwhelming fullness made your eyes snap wide, a loud, high-pitched gasp tearing from your throat as your back slammed harder against the cold glass. He was so hot, so incredibly deep inside you that it felt like your entire body was catching fire.
K let out a long, ragged groan, his forehead dropping against your shoulder as he stayed completely still inside you for a moment, his entire body trembling violently from the sheer force of the friction. His muscles were rigid, his back flexing as he took a deep, shaky breath.
"You're so tight," he choked out, his voice completely ruined, his fingers digging into your thighs to hold you secure. "God, you feel so good."
Before you could even form a response, K started to move.
He didn't ease into it. He began pulling out almost completely before slamming back into you with a heavy, brutal rhythm that completely shattered your composure. The sound of his wet skin slapping against yours echoed loudly through the empty practice room, mixed with the frantic, messy sounds of your panting and the heavy squeak of your skin sliding against the cold mirror.
Every single thrust was deep, authoritative, and completely unyielding. K was using his entire physical strength, his broad shoulders flexing as he pinned you to the glass, lifting your hips higher to get even deeper inside you. The heat between your bodies was insane—his sweat was actively dripping off his chin, landing on your chest and collarbone, mixing with your own skin until you were just as slick and wet as he was.
You completely lost your mind. Your hands gripped his wet shoulders, your fingernails digging hard into the hard muscle of his back as you rode out the heavy, punishing rhythm. Every time he hit your sweet spot, a breathless, incoherent sob escaped your lips, your head tossing back against the glass.
"That's it," K growled, his pace getting faster, harder, completely relentless. He lifted his head, his dark eyes fixed entirely on your face, watching every single expression of pleasure cross your features. He loved it. He loved seeing you completely ruined under him. "Cry for me. Let me hear you."
"K, wait—it's too much," you gasped out, your hips rolling helplessly against his, your toes curling as the pleasure started to build into a tight, unbearable coil deep in your stomach.
"No," he growled, his thrusts becoming faster, shallower, driving into you with a frantic intensity that left you absolutely no room to breathe. He reached down between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and pressing down hard, rubbing in sync with the heavy rhythm of his hips.
That was it. The entire room completely tilted.
Your vision went blurry as a violent, shattering orgasm ripped straight through your body. Your internal muscles clamped down incredibly tight around his length, pulsing in violent waves. You screamed his name into the empty room, your body shaking all over as you clung to his neck like a drowning person.
Hearing your scream and feeling the intense tightness of your climax was the absolute end for him.
K let out a loud, completely animalistic roar, his grip on your thighs tightening until his knuckles turned white. He delivered three more deep, frantic thrusts, driving himself as deep as he could possibly go, and then he froze. His entire body went completely rigid, his back arching as he came inside you, filling you with heavy, hot bursts that felt like pure static electricity.
He let out a long, trembling groan, his chest heaving violently against yours as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
The room slowly came back into focus. The only sound left was the loud, frantic thudding of both your hearts and the heavy, uneven breathing of two people completely spent.
K stayed inside you for a long time, simply holding you against the mirror, his body completely relaxed now, his weight heavy and comforting against yours. Slowly, he pulled his head back, his dark eyes looking down at you with a soft, incredibly warm expression that was a complete contrast to the predatory hunger from before.
He reached up, his long, damp fingers gently wiping a stray hair away from your face, his thumb softly brushing over your flushed cheek.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice incredibly rough but filled with a deep, genuine praise that made your heart swell. He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips—completely different from the filthy, bruising kisses from before. "My smart girl. You did so well for me."
You let out a soft, tired laugh, your arms still looped loosely around his neck. "You're exhausting, K."
"You started it," he smirked, his signature smug grin returning as he slowly slid out of you, making you let out a small whine at the sudden loss of warmth. He carefully lowered you back onto your feet, his hands staying on your waist until he was sure your shaky legs could actually hold your weight.
He looked down at the messy, sweaty state of both of your clothes, then back at your face, a soft, amused chuckle escaping him.
"Come on," he murmured, hooking his arm securely around your waist and pulling you into his side. "Let's go down the hall to the company showers. Before anyone walks in on us looking like this."
You smiled, leaning your head against his broad, damp shoulder as you both started walking slowly toward the door, leaving the quiet, mirrored room behind.
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No, that is not a typo, I just haven't finished writing part 1 yet. But this is a (belated) birthday present that I wanted to get finished first, so you get this before you get the actual setup. All you need to know now is that there's a human character getting paired up with K. Big thank you to @gwaciechang for helping me with the porn.
Warnings: dubcon inherent in the sex pollen trope, restraints, fisting, and the power imbalance that comes from a human/replicant relationship. Otherwise, nothing I can think of.
There’s a noise coming from the supply closet that I’m not supposed to have access to. Well, it’s not like I can be in any more trouble. Then I open it and, yes, I can.
The two blue stars in the dark could only be K’s eyes, and yet there was something I can only describe as malevolence in that glow, before it winks out. K goes down hard, cracks spidering from the impact he knees make on the concrete. It’s all I can do to keep myself from taking a step backward. What’s happening?
“Help me, please” he grits out. His face is twisted in a grimace, nothing like his usual untouchable calm. “Please help me.” His face contorts, and he pants harshly into his own hands that he presses against his mouth. “One of the officers,” his normally remote, steady voice is cut through with ragged gasps, “Bryant, he dosed me with something. There are restraints Joshi’s office for when I need emergency repairs that I can’t hold myself still for. I just need you to help me get there and activate the cuffs. Please. Then you can go.”
I cautiously move closer, until I can touch his arm. He shudders at the contact and sags into himself. He shudders again when I grip his arm, and it takes tremendous effort to get him off the floor. It’s a little awkward to walk while half-carrying him, but he seems to be doing his best to help me.
Every few minutes, we have to stop while shivers run down his spine, making his legs tremble too hard to walk. His breath is an audible rasp against my shoulder, where I’m propping him up. They’re getting stronger, I realize now that almost his entire body is sagging against mine.
He nearly slips out of my grip the next time, and I just barely catch him before he hits the floor. I wipe the sweat off his face and the shudder runs down his whole body. He moans when I let go, but we’re almost there. He doesn’t complain when I drop him onto the gurney. The restraints latch with a harsh sound that makes me wince, even though this was his idea. But as soon as I step away, he shudders again, this time curling into himself, clearly in pain.
“Does it hurt?” I ask anyway, because I’m stupid.
It takes time for him to answer, waiting until the spasms ease. “It’s not that bad,” K lies, before the next set of spasms has him gritting his teeth and shifting against his restraints. Sweat is starting to bead on his face.
The spasms are getting faster. “Can I do something to help?” There, that’s much less stupid.
K hesitates. “May I have some water?” he asks through cracked lips. Of course, he’s sweating a lot, it makes sense that he’d be thirsty.
“Yeah,” I pull out my bottle and hold it up to his head. It takes him a concerning amount of time to actually wrap his lips around it, so I steady his head with my hand on his cheek. It seems to help, because his face relaxes even before the next set of spasms fully fade. “Is there anything else I can do?”
He squeezes his eyes shut until the spasms ease, and then sags into his restraints. “I know what it is,” he admits, almost too softly for me to hear. “Bryant says it causes increased aggression and sexual arousal in humans, and he was going to reveal my nature for what it was.”
Ah. “So either he proves you’re not human, or he proves you’re dangerous.” I look down. Yep. “Do you want me to loosen your restraints so you can,” I make a crude gesture and try not to cringe to death, “take care of that?”
“No!” K says sharply as I reach for the restraints. “Don’t untether me. I’m still not...ngh.” He twists his head to the side so I can’t see his expression, but there’s no hiding the way he writhes against his restraints.
The spasms seem to go for days before he’s finally able to relax enough to open his eyes again. “You can go,” his voice trembles in the middle. “The restraints will hold. Just,” he tenses, and I wait for it to start again, but he just closes his eyes and sighs. “Maybe bring me water when you have time? Or-” the spasms start again, but he’s better at putting on a brave face this time.
Unfortunately for him, I’m close enough to feel the feverish heat emanating from his skin. “They’re getting stronger, aren’t they?”
“It’s not dangerous,” K says, turning crimson up to the tip of his ears. His body is trembling, the discomfort from the cramps lingering even at rest.
“It looks uncomfortable.” What an understatement.
Whatever K wants to say is lost in the next wave of spasms. Now that I’m looking more closely, I can see that the contractions are coming from his middle, where there’s a visible bulge, even through his longcoat.
I wait until the last of the cramps have passed to say, “I’m not doing this because I think I have to.”
K blinks at me. His eyes, so very blue, flit down to where I’ve placed my hands on either side of his hips. “Are you sure?” his voice shakes. “Are you sure you’re alright with this?”
“I’m sure.” It’s not like it’d be a hardship. “If you’re OK with it, I’m OK with it.”
K looks conflicted until the next series of cramps has him scrunching up his face. “Please,” he whispers, looking very pained and very desperate. “Please, yes, please.”
My hand is halfway down his pants when the next set of cramps hits, but K barely even shivers. Just this touch is enough to start helping, it seems.
His pants come down easily, and I have to take a moment just to look at him, take in every inch of perfectly-sculpted muscle and sweat-shiny skin. For one brief second after I wrap my hands around his cock, he’s still, And then he presses it into my hand as much as he can in the restraints. It’s warm to the touch, gently pulsing in a pattern that would probably match the spasms going down his spine, if they were still going. I give it a stroke up and down, rub my thumb over the head, and tighten my grip, all while keeping my eyes on the subtle twitches of muscle on K’s face. He emits the sweetest little whine when he comes, then bites his lip to stop it.
I wish he wouldn’t. Something warms in my belly at the sound. There’s something wrong with me, and I’m definitely doing this wrong, because even though his body loosens and relaxes, his cock hasn’t softened a bit.
“Did that help at all?” I can’t keep the dismayed tone out of my voice.
“It helped,” K’s eyes are wet. “It helped. I’m sorry.”
“It’s OK,” I say quickly. “I told you, I want to help you through this. So, what do you want?”
I’m still working him over with firm, then soft strokes. His mouth falls open.
“You want me to use my mouth?”
The restraints creak as he tries to spread his legs. Ice-cold adrenaline shoots down my back as I remember just how strong he is.
“Can you-?” whatever he whispers is too soft for me to hear, but whatever it is mortifies him. His shoulders come up to his ears, and he flushes red.
“What is it?”
“It’s not important,” he says immediately. “It’s nothing. Don’t stop, please.”
“K,” I hold my hand still and lean closer to catch every whisper, “what do you want?” I bring my free hand up and brush the slightest hint of bangs away from his forehead.
He closes his eyes and nuzzles into my palm.
The warmth is back, pooling around my middle and making the muscles in my legs feel like jelly. “Does that feel good?” I force through my numb lips.
He nods, but that could also be an attempt to hide his face in my hand.
“Tell me what you want.”
His whole body shudders as he spills again into my hand. “Want you to fuck me,” he lets out in a ragged gasp. As soon as he regains his composure, he turns his head away. “Forget I asked. I don’t need it. I just…”
“Just want it.” I lower my hand to open up his jacket, then his shirt, until I can run my fingers down his bare chest. His pants slide off easily, and when I stroke my hand down the inside of his thighs, his entire body trembles. I lean forward, half out of practicality, to press a kiss to the corner of those soft, cracked lips. K turns his face toward me, raises his head with some difficulty, and kisses me back.
I keep working him over, steady, firm strokes, until he cries into my mouth. Finally, his erection has flagged a little, but more importantly my hand is absolutely covered with his cum. I don’t have anything else resembling lube, and I still have to move slowly, but just a single finger has K arching into me, desperation naked on his face.
He grinds down hard enough that I start to worry about the restraints, but the glide is silky-smooth, so I add a second, then third finger with ease. It takes more effort to stay upright. I wonder if he could take my whole fist.
“Please,” K begs, and fuck, I’d said that out loud.
The warmth in my belly roars into a flame. I can’t stop myself from grinding against his thigh, and K can’t seem to stop jolting up against me in response. I pull my hand out and curl it into the smallest fist I can make when I’m shaking this hard. K makes little punched-out noises as I slide back into him, but his expression is so brilliant that I can barely stand to look at him. But I can’t look away either, not from the sheer ecstasy in his eyes when I bring my other hand up to run through his hair.
K twists. There’s a series of quiet, melodic noises I barely hear over the rush of blood to my head. An iron bar wraps around my middle and traps me against his thighs, where I can feel just how perilously close he is to the edge again. There’s something different, more desperate, about the way he’s twisting now, shifting restlessly against me. But everything’s ramping up too fast for me to think about why. My hand is twisting too, urging him on faster and faster while the flame grows. It’s all I can do to grit my teeth and hang on. For an eternity, this is the whole world: the fever-hot tightness around my fist, and the smoother heat between my own legs.
K’s entire body convulses before he goes entirely limp. His cock is soft at last, but it gives a valiant twitch when I continue grinding against his thigh. He tenses, but then he brings his own hand up to slip past my waistband and stoke the flame into a red-hot inferno. His other hand clasps around my mouth in an iron grip before I can cry out. The inflexible bar around my middle is the only thing keeping me upright while I come, but it’s not iron.
It’s too soft to be iron.
I look down to see K’s leg, and dozens of screws on the floor. That explains the metallic tinkling I heard. K must have broken through his restraints meant to hold him during emergency surgery. And if he’s strong enough to do that, he could’ve done anything to me while he was still in the throes of whatever drug Bryant stuck him with, but all he did was keep me from falling.
K jolts when I slide my fist out of him. Far from the fevered sweetness of just moments ago, it feels tacky and gross now. The whole room smells unpleasantly sweaty, and I don’t even want to know what I look like.
“Shit, I’m going to have to walk through the whole precinct like this.”
“No, you won’t,” K gestures to the window, where I can see his vehicle hovering outside. He unlatches the window and climbs in before extending an arm to me. I should feel nervous about taking it and stepping off what’s almost the top floor of the building, but I don’t. Even with my knees knocking against each other, I don’t hesitate, a fact that seems to surprise K if the minute twitch of his eyebrows is any indication. Even when I stumble a little upon entrance, I don’t expect him to let me fall.
And he doesn’t.
The seats in his car are uncomfortable, as is the stickiness of my clothes, but I find myself nodding off anyway. Now that I’ve had an orgasm and there’s no danger, I’m on the verge of passing out.
K’s hand, surprisingly clean for an appendage that had been inside me a minute ago, cards through my hair. “Go to sleep,” he whispers. “I’ll wake you up when we get home.”
It doesn’t occur to me that he referred to his apartment as our home before I drift off.
