#kun drabble

Word Count: 931 Summary:He has always been careful. Always distant. But tonight, something is different. Pairing: Kun X Reader

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He was always like this, bland and vague about almost everything.

They told you that you simply didn't understand, he was an idol and the leader of his sub-unit. He was a busy guy one way or another, of course he wouldn't be able to make much time for you and that should've been obvious.

You tried to, but your emotions and thoughts got the better of you sometimes.

“I told you darling, there's nothing to worry about.” He curled his fingers into your long strands; massaging your scalp and brushing your hair.

“I'm sorry Kun, I can't help it sometimes.” You apologized, to which he nodded and smiled at you, shaking his head in reassurance.

“I guess I should admit to my mistakes. I've been so busy that I haven't been able to prioritize us and our time. Believe me when I say I treasure every moment we spent together.”

At that you smiled, oh how sweet he was.

[08:59am]

Mafia!Kun x Reader (gen. Neutral)

Word Count: >1K

Warnings: references to ending someone’s life

Thank you @dearj43 for the request/ idea 🥹

Kun had pretty much given up on a love life as soon as he hit the age of 27. His last two relationships had lasted less than half a year, every time he’d try to start a romantic relationship or even a flirtationship it would devolve into a disaster.

So, when he was approached to become the private Pilot for a mafia, he felt that he had no reason to say no. He had some friends, but there was no one at home for him to put at risk. The pay was stellar, and frankly it offered enough thrill and a sense of community that the bad parts seemed so small in comparison.

That sounds complex….

"Pardon the intrusion," a voice from the open doorway catches your attention and you turn to meet the gaze of Soyeon, another of the palace servants whom you've worked with on occasion, "our king would like to see you in the grand hall."

You nod, placing your cleaning tools to the side and wiping your hands off on a cloth, "I'll be right there."

Soyeon leaves you after that, probably to go inform the king that you will indeed, be right there. As you traverse the many halls, you begin to wonder what the king could have summoned you for. After all, you know his friends, some neighbouring kings and princes, are at the palace currently for a visit.

Meanwhile, within the grand hall, seven men stand precariously throughout the room. One sits on his throne, leaning to one side as he rests his elbow on the arm of his seat, head being supported by his hand. He frowns.

"I was the first one to propose a transfer of his maid to me, so I should be the one to attain them," King Ten says, voice firm and commanding.

"And since I am the youngest out of all of you geezers, I should be the one to have them," Prince Yangyang crosses his arms. "I'll make sure they're treated the best out of all of you."

"That's bullshit," Prince Hendery seethes, pushing himself upright into a standing position from the pillar he had just been leaning against.

Kun straightens himself on his throne, the king leaning back as his expression narrows in on the youngest prince, "are you saying my own treatment of my favourite person under my service is insufficient?"

"It could be better." Prince Lucas scoffs. "They'd be best off with me."

"No one is 'better off' with you," King Sicheng rolls his eyes, malice clear in his voice.

Xiaojun, the newest crowned king amongst them, scowls, "you six are so narrow minded. Always treating them like all they're meant to do is serve you."

"You have no idea of the plans I have for them once they become mine," Ten's gaze is deadly as he fixates on King Xiaojun from across the room.

"Yours?" Prince Hendery is the one to scoff this time. "Do not make me laugh. I will be the one to have them in the end."

"You're delusional if you think I'll let you be the one to take them away from me." King Sicheng's voice is low, threatening as his eyes flash.

"What makes you think you're worthy of them?" Prince Yangyang growls.

"And you are?" Prince Lucas looks at him in bewilderment.

"Neither of you could ever treat them as well as I could." King Xiaojun spits. "Instead of wasting their talents on mundane tasks and keeping them only to serve me, I would raise them to the stars with me. Treat them like the royalty they are, that they will be. With me."

Six pairs of eyes flash, Xiaojun's words striking deep and true with his intentions. Intentions which they all share in one form or another. For he is not the only one who will make it so that you rule by his side, like you've always been meant to do; where you've always been meant to be.

An argument breaks out amongst the royals, each man bickering back and forth between each other. Some stand firm in their spots while others not so subtly begin to reach for their weapons. After all, none are afraid to kill to get what they want, and what they all want is you.

The whole while, Kun sits on his throne, silent and observing. Each and every one of their trivial voices falls on his ears, their arguments beginning to raise in volume the more time that passes.

His shoulders begin to shake. Slowly at first, as silent chuckles escape him, until he can no longer contain the laughter that falls from his lips. The six royals turn to look at Kun.

"You all are pathetic," Kun shakes his head, tutting all the while. "You're all forgetting one major component to all of this."

"Enlighten us." Ten crosses his arms.

Kun meets his gaze, a darkness lingering there that none of the others have seen before ."They have been and always will be mine."

As if to emphasize his point, a knock sounds at the grand hall doors, a guard opening the door to announce your arrival. In an instant, you are stepping through the threshold and bowing to the seven royals in the room. As soon as you right yourself, you meet Kun's now tender gaze.

Your head shook as you threw your head back in response to another joke that Jeno told you, holding onto your side to try and stop it from hurting. You were in fits of giggles as you sat with the members of Dream, struggling to keep your composure.

After heading to the studio to visit Kun, you couldn’t help but be pulled by the boys as they saw you pass by, keen to show you what it was that they had been working on. As ever, you couldn’t say no to the two of them, taking a seat on the floor.

“So, what did you think of the routine?” Jisung asked you once the laughter finally subsided, “you’re one of the few people who have seen our choreography to this song so far,” Jisung smiled, watching as your grin grew.

As staff passed by around the studio, word soon got to Kun that you had been spotted walking around. He waited and waited for you to show your face, eventually feeling as if he had no choice but to go and look for him yourself.

“You guys are incredible dancers, it’s great.”

“Are we the best dancing unit in NCT?” Renjun teased from beside you, nudging into your side. Your head shook back at him as you remained quiet, refusing to give into the boys, knowing that you could never side with any other unit other than Kun’s.

You were unaware that Kun even knew you’d arrived as you continued to mess around with the boys. He was a little lost as he looked around for you, glancing in just about every room until he eventually arrived at the dance studios, hearing a loud chorus of laughter coming from the last room along the corridor.

“I bet that routine is going to look so good up on stage,” you proudly told all of the boys.

You fell silent just as head peered into the window of the studio door, noticing the boys of the unit, with one addition sat around with them too. A sigh came from Kun, taking just a moment to compose himself before knocking on the door.

“The competition has come to check us out,” Donghyuck teased as Kun walked in, eyes immediately looking in your direction. Your smile dropped as you saw him, almost as if you had forgotten the real reason as to why you went to the studio.

“The second-best unit in NCT, how are you guys doing?” Kun joked, watching as you stood up from the studio floor, “do you fancy not stealing the people special to me too?”

You apologised to the boys before standing up and walking across to where Kun was. There was no reaction from him as you walked across to you, letting you know silently that he wasn’t impressed that you’d ended up at the studio.

“Y/N knows deep down that we’re her favourites,” Jaemin called out to Kun, “we gave her a spoiler because she’s such a big fan of ours.”

You could feel Kun staring at you from your left, trying to figure out what exactly was going on. You didn’t know what to say or do as the Dream boys continued to mess with Kun, sensing that they were getting under his skin too.

“Come on, let’s head up to your studio,” you suggested, not wanting to let the boys push Kun’s buttons too badly. “You can show me a spoiler too,” you tried to joke with Kun, but he wasn’t having any of it.

Just before you left, Mark ran over to you with Chenle following behind, wanting to see you off properly. Kun was already well on his way as you hung back, knowing that they knew that something was up to.

“Just ignore him, I think he’s a bit annoyed I didn’t say hi first.”

“We shouldn’t have kept you here for so long.”

“Don’t worry, you weren’t to know.”

You smiled back at the boys before racing up to where Kun’s studio was, knowing that he was already on his way there. He was quick as he walked, wanting to shut himself off in his studio and not let others see how annoyed he was.

Once you were both in the studio, with the door shut behind you, you finally let go of a sigh. “You didn’t need to act like that, they’re your friends Kun,” you reminded him as he threw himself down in his desk chair.

“Friends who you seem to like more than you do me.”

“That’s not true,” you quickly established with him, “they just managed to catch me as I was making my way up and asked to show me their routine, it doesn’t mean that they’re my favourites, you should know better than that.”

You could tell straight away just by the expression that was on Kun’s face that he was jealous. He wanted you all to himself quite a lot of the time, or at least hanging out with the unit that he got to spend time with too.

“Just tell me what you’re thinking,” you asked of him.

“I just wish you’d come here to see me.”

“Is that all that you’re thinking?” You pushed, “you’re all members of NCT Kun, you’re all friends, or has something happened here?”

His head shook back at you, knowing that as he calmed down that he had perhaps overreacted a little. Once you were finished with the boys, Kun knew that you would make your way up to him, but when any of them said hello to you, you just weren’t able to ignore them, you loved getting along with all of them and making an effort.

Kun knew that you were onto him too, he was far from subtle about how he was feeling, dropping plenty of hints your way. By the look on your face, he knew that you were aware that he was jealous that they’d grabbed you before he got the chance.

Admitting that he was jealous was something that he struggled with, he hated being jealous over things, especially when he knew that the only people that you had been spending time with were his friends too.

“I’m sorry for coming down there and acting like I did,” Kun told you calmly, “when I heard that you were here, I just wanted to see you and give you a hug, but instead I found myself waiting and twiddling my thumbs.”

“I would have come here when I could.”

“I know, I should have known better.”

You smiled weakly back across at him, “the boys did nothing wrong down there either, they were being friendly, and didn’t think they were doing anything wrong.”

“I know, I’ll go back and apologise to them when I next see them,” Kun assured you, “I should like the fact that you get along with everyone but having to share you with twenty-two other people sometimes is tough.”

“You don’t have to share me, I’m only yours.”

“I know, but sometimes I’d still just love to bundle you up and have you all to myself.”

Your head shook back at Kun, “unfortunately you won’t be able to do that, as much as you want to do so.”

“I’ll find a way, one day.”

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Kun, at Chinese New Year's dinner, relationship established, fluff/smut

Is my request right? 😬

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Of course it is! ♥ Hope you like it!

pairing; kun/f reader

genre; fluff/smut

notes/warnings; teasing in a public setting, semi handjob

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You glance at Kun as you slide your hand over his thigh, and up between his legs. You can feel him tense under you, though his face doesn’t betray him as he continues chatting with his mother. You have to hand it to your boyfriend, he knows how to keep a calm face when your hand is so near his cock.

He lets out an easy laugh, and you can’t help but smile at the way his eyes crinkle at the corners. You always love seeing him smile. It is so bright, and it always makes you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside.

You two had joined his parents for a Lunar New Year dinner, where you helped his mother stuff and wrap dumplings, with Kun helping with the rest of dinner. There was something that turned you on, watching him with his mom in the kitchen. Now, here you are as dinner winds down, and you can hardly wait to get him into bed.

You smirk as you rub your palm flat against his growing bulge, making him clear his throat as he reaches for his wine. He rests his hand over yours and squeezes gently, before pressing your hand against him even more.

➸ request from anon; hello, i just recently read your parents imagines and they are all so cute! could you maybe do some with fluff doyoung or kun as parent when their child is sick or upset

➸ note; so,,,,, i am so sorry for the inactivity recently. i’ve had end of year exams at school (which determine whether or not i get to stay on the course) and i’ve had some bad news about my dogs health etc. my exams are over now, so i should hopefully be able to write more often! thank you all very much for always being so patient and understanding! hope you like this! apologies if it is a bit short

➸ word count; 1126 words

➸ liwei; aged 3

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‘She’s sick?’ Kun echoes your words down the phone, eyebrows knitted together, mouth open in surprise, ‘she seemed ok when I kissed her goodbye this morning.’

‘I know, it just came out of nowhere,’ you run your hands through your hair, ‘after you left, she refused to eat her breakfast and now she’s curled up in bed with a temperature and a cough. Is it possible for you to come home? She really wants her daddy.’

‘I’ll see if I can. My poor girl. I’ll call you back.’

Kun absolutely hated it when his daughter was unwell. Li-wei was his only child, his angel. You saw it in their relationship, Li-wei was 100% a daddy’s girl. As soon as she began feeling even slightly sick, she had whined and begged for Kun.

Kun’s hand fell down his face, until it was resting on his chin, as he thought about the next thing to do.

He left the bathroom in search of the members, who he imagined were still in the dance studio stretching or scrolling on their phones.

‘I’ve got to go home,’ he announces loudly, already beginning to gather his jacket and other things together.

‘What, why?’ Hendery asks.

‘Is everything ok?’ Xiaojun adds, eyebrows knitted together in concern.

‘Li-wei is really unwell.. she’s apparently asking for me.’

‘Oh I get it,’ Yangyang nods, ‘Julia is so whiny when she’s sick.’

‘Kyla is exactly the same,’ Ten grumbles, ‘and I mean Charlie couldn’t give less of a shit about me when she’s sick, but-‘

‘Bye!’ Kun yells, quickly pulling open the door and practically slamming it in his haste.

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Kun drives home as quickly as possible. It’s past rush hour, so there is hardly any traffic around, making it easy to get home.

‘Baby? Li-wei?’ He calls out gently, worried that either one of you could be asleep.

‘We’re in here,’ he hears you from your bedroom.

When Kun enters the room, the two of you are curled up in the middle of your kingsized bed, Li-wei hardly visible under a mountain of tissues and a sippy cup.

‘Daddy,’ Li-wei mumbles when she spots him in the doorway.

She holds her arms up weakly, indirectly asking for cuddles from him.

Kun drops his bag on the floor, tugging his hoodie off. He pouts and sighs, crawling onto your bed and pulling his three year old into his arms.

‘I’m here now,’ he strokes her hair, kissing her cheek.

From where you were just laying on your back, you shuffle so that you’re laying on your side, looking at Kun.

’Thank you for coming home,’ you whisper, ‘I hope they weren’t mad you had to leave.’

‘Nah, they didn’t mind. I think they understood, to be honest.’

Your heart melts at the sight of Li-wei, pink nosed and clinging to Kun’s shirt.

‘How are you feeling angel?’ Kun’s heart breaks at the sight of his little girl’s discomfort.

‘My nose is… stuff.’

‘Your nose is stuffy?’

The small girl nods, ‘And it’s hot. The back of my mouth… hurts.’

‘Ah my poor baby,’ Kun kisses the side of her head multiple times, ‘has Mama given you some medicine?’

Li-wei just nods, fiddling with the ear of her toy elephant.

‘She didn’t enjoy it very much,’ you half grumble, and Kun can imagine the fight it was to convince her to take the strawberry flavoured liquid.

‘I can imagine,’ Kun laughs dryly, picturing your struggle.

’Tasted icky,’ Li-wei weighs in, ‘Mama said strawberry. It was not strawberry.’

‘It was strawberry flavoured!’ You splutter, ‘I didn’t lie!’

‘Mummy/mommy is just terrible, isn’t she?’ Kun says in an attempt to tease you, and you deliver a soft kick to his shin. Kun just laughs, continuing to stroke Li-wei’s hair.

Li-wei has no reaction, which is out of character for her, since she usually giggles.

‘You’re really unwell, aren’t you?’ Kun glowered, a dull pain settling in his chest at the sight of his poor daughter.

Li-wei sniffs and nods weakly, ‘sick.’

‘I know sweetheart… Is there anything you want? We can watch a movie?’

‘I wanna nap,’ she mumbles, shifting her head around on Kun’s chest to get more comfortable.

’As you wish princess.’

Kun gets comfortable himself, slinging his arms as far as he can physically reach around you both.

‘Goodnight my loves.’

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Li-wei wakes up about two and a half hours later in a cold sweat.  She had shook Kun awake, nose running and eyes watering.

‘Are you alright?’ Kun had asked, half asleep.

‘I’m too hot,’ she complains, ‘I’m sweating.’

‘Okay sweetheart, do you want me to get you a drink?’

’Yeah,’ Li-wei croaks, throat obviously dry.

‘Ok my angel, I’ll be right back.’

Kun makes the water as quickly as physically possible, coming back and giving it to Li-wei. She gulps it down in copious amounts, putting down the cup with a loud sigh.

’Is that a bit better?’

‘A bit,’ she mumbles, ’it’s too hot here.’

‘Do you wanna go sleep in your bed?’ Kun asks, knowing it could be a lot cooler in there.

‘Will you come with?’

‘I’ll have to see if I can fit, but I’ll try,’ Kun chuckles, ‘come on my baby, let’s carry you to your own bed.’

Kun carries Li-wei into her bedroom, gently placing her in her bed.

‘Let’s get some fresh pyjamas,’ Kun suggests, ‘get those sweaty ones off.’

He opens her pyjama drawer, pulling out some plain white and yellow ones. The shirt was short sleeved and the bottoms only reached the knees.

Kun helped Li-wei change into the fresher pyjamas, and she lays back down on her back, getting into a comfortable position to sleep.

‘Don’t leave,’ she mumbles, ‘I don’t want to be by myself.’

‘Ok Li,’ he curls up beside her, but at a distance to not bombard her with even more body heat.

When you woke up, you were extremely confused, wondering where your husband and daughter had disappeared to.

You initially checked in the living room, thinking that maybe they had gone to watch TV as to not wake you up. When you realised the room was empty, you call Kun’s name, but to no avail.

You venture back up the stairs, poking your head around Li-wei’s bedroom door. And that’s when you saw them, curled up together. You can hear Li-wei’s whistling breathing through her stuffy nose.

Kun is also fast asleep, looking possibly the most peaceful you’ve ever seen him, likely knackered from the weeks on end of practice.

“Fuck me hard.”. Were the words you whispered to him as you both sat at the dining table with the rest of his friends. His eyes widen at your words before he cleared his throat and whispered lowly to you.

“y/n, why do you always get so horny around people?” he groaned. You pleaded with your eyes he closed his eyes and pinched he rubbed his fingers on them.

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“Deeper, Deeper, DEEPER!” you choked out in between your sobs. The words you said before danced around in your head as Kun rubbed your clit and shoved himself in you.

“You like this? You like this angle?” he mused. You felt like you were so close yet so far. His length stretching you out so much with each thrust you were slowly losing your mind.

“If you are going to cum. Then cum.” he growled. His hands finding their way to your breast- kneading them and pinching the nipple, sending you to overdrive as your pussy clenched around him.

“OH MY LORD KUN-” you screamed as your orgasm hit you like a truck. Coming all over his length and pulling him in more making he come after a few moments.

“Oh my, y/n” he groaned as you leaned down to kiss you. You deepened the kiss, letting him explore your mouth as your hands made their way up to his hair grabbing it and earning yourself a moan. 

“fuck Kun” you moaned as his hands still kneaded your breasts