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jaeyong-sucker · 1 year

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FOREVER • KUN

PAIRING: Qian Kun x Male Reader

GENRE: Smut, Fluff (?)

WARNINGS: Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Praising Kink, Pet Names, Hickeys, Age Difference, Poor Attempt at Romance, (More of a Kun-centric fic??? idk it's my first time writing in years), NOT PROOFREAD

Word Count: 2,161

Summary: Kun and male reader making love.

Note: This was supposed to be uploaded last March but was delayed for some reason. Feedback and tips would be very much appreciated. ^~^

Maybe it’s because of the cloudy, lazy weather. Maybe it’s because you looked so dashing in the warm confines of his hoodie that was big for you. Maybe it’s because he looked so hot and irresistible with nothing but sweatpants on. Or maybe the tension is just too strong to beat, that all said clothes are now discarded on the floor as want and lust takes over. You couldn’t (or have no plans to) resist as your sugar daddy pins you under him and dances his tongue with yours in a heated kiss, which he plans to take further. Who would, if it was the sexy, dominant bachelor Qian Kun devouring you right now?

Just exactly how did everything lead to this? As far as you can recall, it will be your fourth year together with Qian Kun in a few days. Qian Kun, CEO of Wang Technologies, known for manufacturing the world’s finest and advanced aircrafts. His love for flying and skydiving has influenced the company, making the products untouchable ever since it was passed down to his dexterous, meticulous hands. It all started when you, a struggling second year nursing student bumped into him in the grocery. Perhaps you were both busy looking at the aisle of snacks when you bumped each other, his hot coffee spilling on you and ruining your laptop as a result.

Stunning was an understatement when you first saw him. Unlike all men who just shrugged off and walked away when they inconvenienced you, Kun showed you his handsome, apologetic smile as he cleaned the mess himself and even paid for all your groceries. Before you parted ways, he gave you a contact card. Sketchy? Maybe. But still, you made an appointment with his office and prepared Ten’s phone number in case something happened to you. Little did you know, Kun was looking for a sugar baby. That day gained you unlimited access to his unlimited wealth... and the start of a new relationship.

Unlike all of the men you’ve dated, Kun did not insist on sleeping with you immediately. In fact, your relationship was far from overly sexual. Cuddles and dates most of the time. Kun helping you with your studies in practical ways, such as lending you his veiny arms when you practiced your nursing subjects. Healthy home-cooked meals made by his health-conscious ass (but that didn’t stop you from buying bubble tea). Thanks to him, you left the cram dorm and moved in with him in his modern, luxurious condo. A few vacations every year in and out of the country. A lot of advice that saved you from consequences you’re more than grateful to have not experienced. He does not demand for sex. In fact, the both of you only get intimate when you consented to.

“Love,” he deeply moans before kissing your neck. He licks and bites the spots that make your mind go haywire, unable to process anything but pleasure and the buildup of anticipation of him entering you and rearranging your guts. Kun, being his observant and very capable self, gives the slightest almost teasing, light touches over your torso before fondling your erect nipples, only making you croak out for more. You lift your torso up in an effort to have more of his touches; Kun obviously noticed that. He knows you want, rather, yearn for something else.

At lightning speed, your shorts are thrown into the messy floor and you feel two long, slender fingers rubbing on your rim as if begging for intrusion, which you are always willing to give. Kun lifts one of your legs over his shoulder before adding another finger to penetrate your puckered hole. You could only grunt and curse as his fingers immediately rubbed and poked your prostate, never failing to make your toes curl and breath hitch in bliss.

One thing about Kun, he loves seeing you crumble under him. Being the dominant he is, it is his absolute pleasure to see you go crazy under him. It uplifts his ego knowing only he is the one capable to make you feel sexual pleasure and meet all your expectations and needs. He loves seeing you melt with only his slightest touch, just like right now with you tugging on his gorgeous dark locks as he continuously rubs and jabs at your abused prostate while stretching your hole for his cock. Your eyes clenched shut, toes curled hard, your never ending mewls and whimpers, your dick leaking with massive amounts of precum are such a sight to behold. Kun is more than lucky to witness this sight every day and time he wants to.

"Does that feel good, baby," Kun kisses your forehead as he whispers with his deep, gentle, caring voice, sending tingles of pleasure all over your body. "Good boy, you're taking my fingers so well~ who's my good boy?" Kun coos as he kisses your cheek and watches you with his oh-so-loving gaze. His hands never stop playing and fondling your nipples, making you unable to talk. He knows what he wants to hear from you. He wants you to whimper and moan under him, and he gets that easily.

"D-Daddy," you managed to croak out. Kun notices and slows down, making your mind clearer as you speak to him.

"I want you, daddy, please!" Small beads of tears trickle down your cheeks. "Fuck me, please, daddy," you clench and unclench around his fingers.

Kun gazes at you sweetly before withdrawing his fingers from your hole, leaving you needy and clenching into nothingness. "How do you want me, baby," he leaves kisses all over your face as he pumps his hardening cock.

"Anything, please, daddy!" You were practically begging to be fucked. "Just want you inside me," you choked as you looked at him needily.

Kun doesn't like you begging, unless he feels like teasing you and wants to see you cry for his cock. But today is not one of those days. "Let daddy take care of you, love~" he whispers deeply into your ear before generously lubing your entrance, then his leaking cock, knowing how wet you both want your sessions to be.

You spend your time kissing fervently as he gently enters you. He takes his time penetrating you, making sure to hit all the sweetest spots and crevices of your hole. He whispers the sweetest praises lovingly, just like he did when it was your first; he fucks you like it’s your first almost every time. The softness of his voice and actions just make you want to surrender yourself to him and give him your fullest trust.

Kun swallows the whiny moans you let out as you pull him by his nape for a deeper kiss. You clamp your hole tight around Kun as a signal to move; observant daddy didn’t need to be told twice. He lodges himself slowly and gently inside you, making you feel different sweet sensations as he inches deeper and deeper. Kun dances his tongue with yours and kisses you deeper, gaining more access to explore the insides of your mouth. His hands never stopped playing with the pink, erect buds caused by all the increasing arousal. Your weeping dick is not ignored by Kun as he reaches out for it before giving it the sweetest of strokes.

Having Kun plunge his cock inside you is one pleasurable moment. And him jerking you off and toying with the most sensitive parts of your body is another, making you ignore the squelching sounds of his cock sliding inside you and how awfully hoarse your voice is as you moan out loud. He doesn't mind it. In fact, he loves seeing you vulnerable under him.

His warm breath hits your sin glistening with sweat as he releases the sexiest of grunts. Kun is one who loves playing with different rhythms and he knows the best ways to make you bring out the sweetest of moans. One minute he speeds up, not giving your abused prostate a break, then slows down right after. Not painfully slow, but the slow pace where you feel the entirety of his length and girth dragging along the walls of your hole, hitting all the perfect spots inside you.

"Such a good fucking boy~ taking daddy's cock like the good boy you are," he moans, leaving sweet kisses all over your neck. The sweet praises were oh-so-sweet, that you don't notice Kun lacing your fingers together before pinning them above your head. Beads of sweat emerge from his temple and he lets out his hot breaths and his deep moans.

Only a few thrusts made you lose control over your body, making you surrender to Kun. His touches and thrusts make you lightheaded and dizzy, sending electric pleasure all over your body. A few broken moans escape your lips as Kun begins to bury himself deeper, harder, with your stomach bulging from every powerful thrust.

Without breaking rhythm, Kun shifts you both to your sides and never misses hitting your abused prostate. His thrusts are consistent before they get increasingly harder. Faster. Deeper. His lips find their way to the sweet spot on your neck before giving it the most sensual of licks. Kisses. Bites.

"Fuck, babe~," Kun coos before licking and nibbling your earlobe. "You make me feel so good~ you're such a good fucking boy~," he moans out before holding you closer and thrusts unbelievably deeper in your spooning position. "I won't ever get tired of making love with you~ and I'll do this with you everyday if I could~," he croaks as his thrusts become inconsistent and sloppy, signaling the climax he holds back.

His loving words seem to have had a direct impact on you that you burst your release after he said those sweet words. Your climax had your toe curled, legs trembling, eyes clenched shut, hands gripping the sheets and a moaning mess while Kun continued lodging himself inside you. He grunts and curses out loud, releasing his cum inside your wet heat.

His thrusts make you cry in overstimulation as he milks every single drop of your climax. He leaves kisses all over your face as he hugs your sobbing figure close to him before everything goes black. All you remember is Kun’s arms cradling you as he whispers the sweetest praises and loving affirmations.

The empty spot next to you wakes you up. The sweet aroma of waffles and butter brings you to your senses followed by the fragrance of brewed coffee. Kun did not need to be called for as you see his shadow approaching your room. Clad in a fresh pair of Armani boxers is your sugar daddy holding a tray filled with newly cooked waffles and freshly brewed coffee. He looks at you with the most loving gaze that never fails to make your heart flutter as he closes the distance between you.

The next few minutes is just you and Kun quietly enjoying breakfast and each other’s presence. You always want to feel his warm body next to yours. His warm smile. His loving eyes. His goofy, clumsy side. You wish to wake up and spend your life next to him. You live for him. You want to live forever to be with him, no matter what.

Kun breaks the silence when he hums and turns you around, making you straddle his lap. He gives the widest smile as he kisses each one of your hands and leaves peppery kisses all over your face. You only think it’s just Kun being his usual morning self and the next thing he does leaves you abashed with mixed emotions causing you internal turmoil.

His eyes almost disappear as he holds out a simple golden ring accentuated with a tiny, sparkly diamond. He cups your cheek as soon as he sees the first teardrop appear in the corner of your eye. There’s no way. There is no way he is actually proposing to you right now. Overwhelmed, you weakly fall toward him before crying all over his bare chest. He could not help himself either as he cried soon after, hugging you tight in his arms and planting kisses on your head. This is not real. As soon as the tears disappeared and the both of you calmed down, he pulled away before kissing your forehead.

“Y/N, my beautiful Y/N. I want to spend the rest of my life with nobody but you. I don’t want to wait any longer. I want to be your husband, your partner, your best friend forever. My love, let’s get married on our anniversary?”

Suddenly, the world stops. Only one word came out of you that morning. One word that sent you both to tears. One word that brought the golden ring to your finger. One word that starts a new chapter of your lives. One word that made your whole day and led to love-making.

“Yes.”

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ilwonuu · 17 days

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kun being all soft with you and his members seeing it and making fun of him for it

yes yes thank you for ur request!! i need to see more kun stuff so thank you sm for this. i love this little drabble!!! lmk what u think<3

soft spot for you

↬ qian kun

𓇚 pairing- idol!kun x fem!reader, friends or lovers?????

𓇚 warnings- not much just mentions how soft he is for u<3, yangyang & ten annoying kun!!!, lmk if i missed something

𓇚 a/n- help i literally said idk if i was gonna post something else but i literally forgot i had this ready to post???? my brain is all over anyways hopefully i will post the hongjoong fic tonight but if not def tmr!!! ily all<3

kun has always been nice and polite to everyone but especially with you. always doing things for you that he wouldn’t for his members.

yangyang brought it up to him as ten just watched like it was the most entertaining thing. kun shook off yangyang teasing remarks. yangyang claiming how sweet he is to you and not to them.

his fake pouts just making kun more annoyed with his remarks. “it’s just- not true.” kun looks away from boy with hopes to change the subject.

“you know it’s not a bad thing- i bet she thinks it cute.” ten chimes in, trying to make him feel somewhat more comfortable but his mocking tone doesn’t really help.

“you guys are seriously annoying! i don’t- i just have a soft spot for her.” he admits sitting back in his seat with a sigh. “finally you admit it. we know! we can see with how cute you are to her aw so cute.” kun rolls his eyes at yangyang shooting him a glare after.

“shut up.” yangyang laughs with ten but quickly stopping when you enter the room. “hi guys- hope it’s okay that i came over a little earlier.” you smile taking a seat next to kun.

he doesn’t want to smile to big at the small gesture but he can’t help it. “no- you came at the perfect time.” he responds with a smile. yangyang and ten giving each other amused looks at his actions, know they will love to tease him just a little more later.

#qian kun #kun nct #wayv x reader #wayv #nct wayv #wayv kun #kun wayv #nct #nct x reader #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct kun #wayv scenarios

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natalia-lafourcade · 6 months

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WayV (威神V)

On My Youth

#wayv #wayvedit #nct #nctedit #ten #nct ten #kun #nct kun #yangyang #nct yangyang #xiaojun #nct hendery #winwin #mio #these took me forever

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xomakara · 6 months

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Blessings

SUMMARY | You find out that you're pregnant and happy that you have Kun and others to help you navigate this journey. PAIRINGS | Kun/Fem!Reader GENRE | daddy!kun, smut, unprotected sex, fluff, slight angst(?) RATING | Mature LENGTH | 6,735 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | This is more fluff than smut haha. Not sure what happened here but I think it turned out pretty good. I hope you all enjoy it! (Plus I couldn't come up with a very good title so yeah...)

You bit your bottom lip as you looked at your figure in the full body mirror that was hanging on the back of your bedroom door. Laying one hand on your seemingly flat tummy, you looked at the stick that was in your other hand.

Two lines.

Two fucking pink lines.

You couldn’t believe your luck. How the hell were you pregnant? You were on birth control and made sure your boyfriend always wore a condom. So how in the world did you end up in this predicament? Were the condoms expired? You let out a groan and placed the pregnancy test on your nightstand and made your way to your closet to pull out your clothes that you were going to wear for the day.

You were dreading going to work this evening. You really wanted to tell someone, anyone, that you were pregnant and that you needed advice. After pulling on your clothes, you looked in the mirror again, taking in your appearance. You decided to wear a yellow cropped hoodie that showed off your curves and tummy, paired with yellow sweatpants. Would people notice that you were pregnant in this outfit?

Groaning, you grabbed the pregnancy test and stuffed it in your gym bag and grabbed your keys. Walking to the front door and slipping into your shoes, you yelled out, “I’m heading to the studio!”

“Okay, see you later Y/N!” One of your roommates yelled out from the kitchen.

You walked into the dance studio knowing that all the other dancers had left for the day. You were one of the senior dancers in charge of choreographing and you were working the evening shifts as you were placed in charge of creating a choreo for a girl group that would debut in a few weeks. Thinking that the girls were already in the studio, you pushed the door opened only to hear low voices.

Standing in the middle of the dance studio were three men you knew so well. So well, that people questioned what your relationship with the three men were like. You dropped your gym bag against one of the walls and made your way to them. “Hmm, why are you guys here? Did I forget something?”

The tallest of the three whipped around when he heard your voice, a small smile coming to his lips. He gave you a hug, one of his hands resting oh-so-innocently on your lower hip. “Oh hey, Y/N. The guys and I were talking about how your birthday is coming up.”

“Did you want to do anything special, Y/N?” The second tallest and the oldest of the three, asked, running a hand through his dark hair, watching your face with an amused look. If he noticed that hug from the other man, he didn’t say anything.

The youngest of the three nodded his head, eyes darting between the two men and the pretty female in front of him. “Yeah, anything you wanted to do Y/N?”

God, how did you become friends with these guys? You did work closely with them since you were one of the female backup dancers for the company. How did you get so lucky to be friends with the members of NCT? How did you become such close friends with the 96' line?

Hell, how the hell did you end up dating one of them? Or even having a child together? Your life was seriously a mess.

Kun looked at you curiously. He bent forward and waved a hand at you. “Babe, you okay there?”

You blinked a few times and shook your head. You cleared your throat, hoping they wouldn’t notice your rapid breathing. “No, no I’m fine. It’s just been a long day."

"You just got here though," Ten frowned, Doyoung next to him with hands crossed over his chest. "What's wrong? You don't look as chipper as you usually do."

"Did Kun do something?" Doyoung asked, giving you a concerned look. His voice held genuine concern for you.

You looked at the oldest Chinese NCT member who was standing next to you. Of course he wouldn’t have done anything, he was one of the sweetest boys you knew. And to think, the thought of being alone with him made you blush all the time. “No, it’s nothing like that.”

Ten let out a sigh, smiling down at you, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Then why are you looking so down, Y/N? We're your friends and we'll listen if you need to talk."

"Really, it's not that bad," You said quickly, rubbing your neck awkwardly. It seemed like no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't hide your body language from these guys. They were observant and perceptive like that. They could read you like a book, which wasn't good considering the fact that they also had to work with you every day. You let out a sigh.

Fuck it. You were just going to tell them.

Walking over to your gym bag, you pulled out the pregnancy test and looked at the results. A deep breath escaped your lungs as your heart rate picked up. Looking at the three men around you, your voice shook slightly as you spoke. "Um, so I'm... I'm pregnant."

A look of shock appeared on each of their faces, you could almost see their brains trying to process the information that you were telling them.

“How far along are you?” Kun asked softly, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

"Eight weeks," you replied, meeting his gaze with yours. "That's why I've been feeling sick lately. I guess I was just too afraid to take a pregnancy test until today."

Kun tilted his head, his eyebrow raised. “And what were you afraid of?”

Your shoulders slumped and you took a step back, turning away from the three men. "Being alone," you whispered.

It felt like someone was ripping your soul apart. You weren't ready to raise a child, not by yourself anyway. The thought of bringing a child into this cruel world filled you with sadness. All you could picture was being a single mother and you couldn't fathom how you would ever be able to give your child everything he or she deserved. You closed your eyes tightly, willing away the tears that threatened to spill.

Seeing you so vulnerable like this, pulled at Kun's heart strings. He slowly moved closer to you and wrapped his arms around you. "Hey, don't cry, Y/N."

Your tears finally came spilling down your cheeks and onto his shirt. You clung to him tightly, your entire body shaking. Not wanting to leave you like this, he lowered his mouth to your ear.

"Shh, shh," he murmured soothingly. "I promise that I won't let you go through this alone."

"Kun, I'm scared." You sobbed. "What if you leave me and I have to raise this baby alone? What if I get fired? How am I supposed to survive?"

"I will support you," he said firmly, making sure to hold you tight to his body. "I love you, Y/N. And nothing is going to change that."

Sobbing against his chest, you pulled back and looked up at him. In his eyes, you saw so much sincerity. You sniffled loudly before saying, "I'm sorry. This isn't the way I wanted to tell you."

"It's alright," he reassured you, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "As long as you trust me to help you through this."

Sighing, you buried your face in his chest once more and cried into his t-shirt. When you realized that your crying had gotten loud enough for everyone to hear, you sighed, removing your face from his chest and looking up at the three men.

Doyoung looked sympathetic towards you. He had seen you come to terms with many things, including the fact that you were expecting his friend's child. "Are you alright?" He asked softly.

"Yes," you lied, wiping your eyes and blowing your nose. "Just a little emotional right now."

"Can we do something for you?" Ten asked, moving over to the other side of you and putting his arm around your shoulders. "Maybe we can go out to dinner or something."

"Thank you," you replied gratefully. With the help of the three men, you managed to calm down and stop crying. Once your tears subsided, you looked up at the three men with a smile on your face. "Do you mind helping me finish choreographing this number? I need to show it to the team."

"Of course," Kun said, giving you a gentle squeeze before he let go of you. "Don't worry about us, we'll be around if you need us."

After spending hours at the studio, your rehearsal finished early. Leaving the building, you headed straight home. You had to admit, the thought of your child frightened you but somehow the thought of keeping the child and raising it without Kun's help felt a bit better. There were so many things you needed to figure out and somehow find the strength to deal with them all. Sighing, you continued walking home and stopped in front of your apartment complex, your key in hand.

Closing your eyes tightly, you slipped your key into the lock and opened the door to your apartment. Your whole body was tense and sore from rehearsing for so long. As soon as you stepped inside your apartment, you were greeted to the sight of your roommates lounging on the couch.

“You're finally home!” Sera, the second eldest roommate and currently working as the stylist for Highlight, jumped off the couch.

“She's been worried about you.” Misun, the eldest roommate and serving as the mother of the group, shrugged. She was a part of Cube Entertainment’s Creative department, closely working with all the groups under Cube.

"You look like shit." Gina, the youngest and your partner in crime of all things chaotic, called out from the kitchen as she poured wine into a few wine cups. She is currently working as a staff member for EDAM Entertainment.

"I feel like shit." You muttered as you kicked off your shoes and dropped your gym bag on the floor. You plopped on the couch, and laid your head back against the cushions.

"So how was practice?" Misun asked, peeking over at you with a bright smile on her face. "What'd you do today?"

"I showed the new girl group the choreo and helped them learn it." You sighed, staring up at the ceiling. "I really hate this job sometimes. Even though I like being able to express myself through dance, I wish my career path didn't involve dancing."

"But your passion for dancing is so obvious," Sera reminded you, grabbing one of your knees and squeezing lightly.

"At least you found a good career," Misun added, sitting on the armrest next to you. "Heck, how we all manage to find careers in the entertainment industry baffles me!"

"And to think that I used to envy you girls." Sera snorted, taking another sip of her wine. "But look at me now. Highlight's stylist."

"I'm happy that I can call you all my friends. Our friendship means the world to me." Gina gave you a teasing smile. "Although, I'm still mad at you for landing a job at SM. Surrounding yourself with all the beautiful men."

Sera elbowed Gina in the ribs. "Gina's just bitter because she can't snag anyone from her company. Now, if only our bestie Y/N would help her friends out..."

Before you knew it, the conversation turned into a laughing fit. If you hadn't already known that your roommates were your family, then you certainly knew it after hearing them speak so affectionately about you. At that moment, you realized just how lucky you were to have such great people around you. All three women meant the world to you and vice versa.

Misun offered you a glass of wine but you declined. "Whoa, you never decline wine. What's wrong?"

Shaking your head, you responded, "I'm pregnant."

Silence filled the room as they stared at you, blankly. You watched as their jaws dropped open and their mouths formed an 'O'.

Eventually, they regained their composure and a variety of shocked expressions appeared on their faces. You chuckled softly, taking a sip of water. "Sorry to burst your bubble, guys."

“Wait, wait, wait.” Sera waved her hands frantically. “When did you know? How far along are you? Are you okay?”

You smiled. “Let me finish please.”

"Well..." Misun began. "...the big question is...who's the father?"

You furrowed your eybrows. "How can you ask me that question?"

Gina shrugged. "You have like twenty guys fawning over you."

"Not all the members of NCT have crushes on me."

"Yes, all of them," Sera nodded adamantly. "If you're pregnant, then who's the lucky bastard?"

Taking a deep breath, you muttered, "Kun."

"What?!" Gina shrieked in excitement. "When did you two decide to fuck each other?! Why are we just now finding this out?! You lucky bitch! Introduce me to Mark or Jeno!"

"Okay, okay," Sera held up her hands. "Calm down. The point is, you're pregnant. Congratulations, babe!"

Your smile grew wider and you threw your arms around Sera's neck, hugging her tightly. You could feel Misun patting your back and Gina rubbing your shoulders as they continued congratulating you. You felt warm and fuzzy knowing that even though you were technically "alone", you still had your family.

"If, and it's a big if… Kun leaves me," you mumbled, looking at them. "I'm glad I have you three. I'm glad to call you family."

Sera cupped your chin and forced you to meet her gaze. "You don't have to be alone anymore, Y/N. You know that we always have your back, no matter what happens."

Misun grinned at you. "You're stuck with us forever."

You laughed. It seemed that fate had played a role in bringing you together. Although you hated being dependent on others, you were grateful to have these three amazing women supporting you. Without hesitation, you hugged each of them tightly.

Minutes later, the four of you sat on your living room floor, playing UNO. Gina was winning but the game wasn't too serious yet. The laughs were plentiful and the mood was light. As usual, your roommates provided you with endless amounts of joy and laughter. It was a feeling that you had never experienced before and it made you appreciate life.

"Y/N, your phone is ringing like crazy." Gina looked at your phone that was abandoned on the coffee table. "What bitch is calling this la― Oh, it's Kun!"

Sera smirked at her as she moved closer to you. "Sounds like someone is missing you."

You ignored the chortling from your roommates and answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Hi, babe." Kun's voice came through clearly on the other end. "I hope you've been doing well since I last talked to you."

"I'm good," you smiled softly. "Better than good actually."

"Good to hear," he said. You could hear the excited voice of Yangyang in the background, asking to speak with you.

Your heart melted at the sound of his sweet voice. "I miss you, Kun."

"I miss you too, Y/N. I know you're worried about the whole pregnancy, but I promise you everything will be fine." Kun said. You could hear him pushing his members away from him. "We'll be fine. Just make sure you stay healthy and eat lots of food. Trust me when I say that our baby needs you to take care of yourself."

A few seconds of silence passed between the two of you before you spoke again. You heard Kun laugh in the background. "The guys are genuinely happy about this, by the way. They keep asking if they can buy you stuff for the baby."

"Aw, that's sweet." You smiled. "My roommates are also excited for us."

"They should be." Kun chuckled. "Anyway, I have a favor to ask of you."

You raised your eyebrows curiously. "Really?"

"Yeah." He replied softly. "Are you free tomorrow night? Do you want to spend some time with me?"

"Sure," you whispered. "Anything for you, Kun."

You heard Kun sigh softly. "I'll see you tomorrow night."

The phone clicked and your smiling lips met your roommates'. They clapped happily and began praising you, congratulating you for having such a great boyfriend. To tell the truth, Kun made you feel better than any man ever has. His kindness, caring, love, and passion overwhelmed you every day and every minute. Without him, you wouldn't have gotten through this difficult time. And the fact that you would be carrying his child...that was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to you.

"Do you mind if I go ahead and go to bed?" You yawned, leaning back onto the couch. "It's getting pretty late."

"Nah, go ahead." Sera reached forward, offering you a glass of water. "Just try not to drink too much tonight."

You gave her a tired smile. "Will do."

With a final wave goodbye, you grabbed your phone, climbed into bed, and closed your eyes. You were going to need all the rest you could get. Tomorrow will be a long day and you want to be fully rested. After all, you were spending time with the man that made you feel whole.

You were wrapped up in Kun's arms, watching as his members played video games on the television across from you. Your eyes were half-closed as you cuddled close to Kun. His left hand caressed your stomach gently while his right hand remained firmly on your hip.

"Are you still hungry?" Kun murmured against your ear.

"No." You smiled softly, resting your cheek against his chest. "Thank you, though."

"Anytime, sweetheart." He kissed your forehead and squeezed you tighter. He watched as Hendery jumped to his feet in excitement as he won a round against Yangyang. "Look at Hendery, loving his win."

Your eyes widened as you saw Hendery run towards you and Kun with a victorious grin on his face. "Kun-ge, did you see that?"

"Yangyang wants a rematch." You chuckled, watching as the younger man threw a look at Hendery. "Guess he's gunning for revenge."

"Mhm, I bet." Kun agreed.

You glanced at Kun out of the corner of your eye. "I have a confession to make."

His eyes widened slightly. "About what?"

Sighing softly, you leaned in and kissed his shoulder. "It's nothing bad, just a little embarrassing."

Kun pulled away slightly, giving you a puzzled look. "Come on, Y/N. I'm your boyfriend. Tell me."

You groaned. "Fine. But I swear to God, I'm gonna kick your ass if you laugh."

Kun raised an eyebrow. "Alright, spill."

"Ugh." You rolled your eyes. "I kinda-"

Kun stopped you mid-sentence with a kiss. He slowly pulled away, brushing your hair out of your face and running his fingers through it tenderly. When he finally opened his mouth to speak, you noticed the mischievous glint in his eyes. "Go on."

You blushed, looking away from him. "There's something about you that I haven't told anyone."

His brows furrowed. "Like what?"

"Well...you see...you're..." You gulped nervously. "You're really good in bed."

"Wow, babe, you can say that again." Kun teased, stroking your thigh. "I'm very good in bed."

You rolled your eyes. "Don't get a big head, Qian Kun."

"But babe, I'm really good in bed."

That earned him another peck on the cheek.

You heard Xiaojun let out a loud groan, complaining to Winwin that it wasn't fair that Kun got a girlfriend and not him. Kun hummed quietly to himself, kissing the side of your head. "Baby, what's going on in there?"

You sighed and sat up straight. "Nothing, why?"

"Because you're staring at me weird." He tilted your chin so you were looking at him. "You have this really sexy look on your face."

"I'm not really-"

"Oh yes you are." He narrowed his eyes playfully. "Tell me, baby. What's wrong?"

"Umm..." You paused. This was kind of hard to explain. "This isn't exactly the place where I should tell you."

"Why not?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Well..." You bit your lip, thinking of how to phrase it. "It's because...um...it's private."

"Private?" He repeated. "How private?"

You blushed furiously. "Pervy. Pervy."

He burst into laughter. "Seriously, girl? If I were to be any more turned on, I'd spontaneously combust."

"Shut up." You grumbled. "And please stop laughing at me."

"Sorry." He gave you a sheepish smile. "I can't help myself."

"But really, I-"

He placed his finger over your lips.

"You'll tell me later." He nuzzled his nose against yours. "Now, tell me what you want for dinner."

Cuddled in Kun's arms, the next morning you woke up to a text message from Misun. She had already called your mom and your parents were thrilled about the pregnancy. Your mother cried with happiness and assured you that she was willing to help you raise the baby. It warmed your heart knowing that your family loved you and your soon-to-be-born child so much.

Your head rested against Kun's chest and you inhaled deeply, trying to wake up. Suddenly, you felt his hands glide up your legs, making their way to your panties.

"Morning." He greeted, biting down on your lower lip.

Your eyes shot open and you quickly turned around, meeting his playful gaze. "Hey."

"Hey." He smirked at you, lifting his leg up to wrap it around yours. He pulled you in tight against his body. "Sleep well?"

You nodded. "Yes, thank you."

"Was that because of me?" He ran his hand down your stomach.

You closed your eyes and tilted your head to the side. "Um, well..."

"Ahhh." He moaned, tightening his grip on you. "Say no more."

"Oh my god, what's happening?!" You heard Yangyang exclaim. You peeked over your shoulder to see the boys look into the room. "I come in here, assuming that they're still asleep, just to grab something and they're having sex!"

Kun lifted his eyebrows. "What are we doing now?"

"Were we having sex?" You looked at Kun.

"Oh, uh, no." He grinned. "We're just cuddling here, Yangyang."

"What?! No!" Yangyang shouted. "I saw something!"

You rolled your eyes, covering your ears. "If you don't shut up, I'm going to find some rope and tie you up in a closet somewhere."

"W-wait! Ten, Y/N-jiejie is being mean to me!" Yangyang ran behind Ten. "Ten! Help me!"

Kun laughed lightly and nudged your shoulder. "Looks like the fun is over."

"Noooo. Thirty more minutes!" You clung to him, ignoring the other members.

"C'mon, babe. Time to get up." He pushed your shoulder.

You groaned and slowly opened your eyes. "Hmph."

The boys all started to leave the room, Yangyang being dragged by the collar. You and Kun laughed before getting up from bed.

"So, breakfast?" He asked, kissing your cheek.

"Sounds great." You wrapped your arms around his waist and squeezed tightly. "Thanks for last night."

He shrugged. "Anytime, Baby."

"So Misun called my parents and they're excited about the baby." You murmured as you strolled into the kitchen. "They've always wanted to be grandparents."

"My parents are pretty excited too." Kun let out a laugh. He gave you a hug. "Hmm...We'll be great parents. I know it."

"I agree." You giggled. You looked around his dorm, the members all doing their own thing. "So, when are we planning on finding a place together? As much as I love the boys and my roommates, we need space for us and the little one."

"Don't worry, babe. We'll find a nice house. We'll make sure to take care of our kids and spoil them." He winked at you.

"Look at you embracing the dad life." You laughed. "And the baby hasn't even come into the world yet."

"Hush." He scolded. "Don't talk like that. Don't ruin my positive thoughts."

You smiled and leaned into his chest, closing your eyes as you listened to the gentle beating of his heart. "You know what else I like?"

"Yeah?" He teased.

"Seeing you all happy and content. You're the best boyfriend a girl could ask for."

"Aw, geez, that makes me blush." He cleared his throat, burying his face in your neck.

"That's it." You smacked his arm playfully. "Can't handle the truth?"

"Okay, okay, you got me." He pouted. "I guess it's true that I'm super lucky."

"No arguing or else." You warned.

"Fine, fine." He sighed dramatically. "I'm the luckiest guy alive."

"Okay, okay." You folded your arms. "Enough playing. Let's eat."

"Deal."

The next few months went by in a blur. You and Kun eventually found a place that wasn't too far from work and NCT's dorms. After applying and waiting patiently for the two months needed, you finally moved in with Kun. The day after you both finished moving in, you came home early from work. Kun was sitting in the living room playing video games with the guys, who had been there for hours helping you both unpack. Misun, Sera, and Gina were also helping to unpack.

"Babe, come here." Kun stood up, grinning as he held out his arms.

You walked over to him and gave him a warm embrace. "How was work today?"

"Good." He kissed the top of your head. "Nothing too exciting happened. It was quiet, we finished practice early."

He laid his hand on your now bulging tummy. "When do you think our babies will come?"

"Soon." You whispered. "The due date is nearing."

"Hopefully sooner than later." He pulled back and grabbed your face, smiling widely. "I can't believe we're having twins."

"It's funny how both you and I never had any siblings." You laughed. "But our babies will have each other."

"They'll have very cool uncles." Jaehyun muttered from his seat, looking at you and Kun with a small smile.

"And very cool aunties!" Gina said from the kitchen, a very concerned Jeno hovering over her. When did Jeno and Gina get close?

"Guys." Misun whined. "We're hungry."

"Hungry for food?" Yuta replied, giving her a small push. "Or hungrier for sex?"

She elbowed him in the ribs. "You're terrible."

You snickered as everyone started talking at once. Someone must have said something stupid and now they couldn't stop talking about it. Not that you minded, though. You had gotten used to your friends and their constant bickering.

"Are you okay?" Kun asked, watching you carefully.

"Mhm." You nodded, eyes wide. "Kun, one of the babies just kicked."

"Oh shit." He squealed, placing his hand over yours. "Awwwww."

You felt the flutter of your babies move inside of you and tears filled your eyes. You reached your free hand over to cover his hand, keeping his fingers laced with yours. "We're gonna be great parents."

"Thank you for trusting me with this." Kun whispered. "This is the most precious gift anyone has ever given me."

Your smile grew wider as you leaned forward and pressed your forehead against his. "Just wait until we meet our babies."

A few days later, you woke up feeling anxious. "Kun, where are you?"

"In the bathroom, brushing my teeth." His voice sounded like he was right beside you. "You okay?"

"Kun, I think it's time." You gasped. "Babies are coming."

"Okay." He rubbed your belly softly. "We're ready, my love."

Within five minutes, you and Kun were dressed and headed to the hospital. All the while, you felt each contraction as if it was ripping your soul apart. Finally, the nurses ushered you to a delivery room and started preparing everything. A couple hours later, you were wheeled into the delivery room and told to start pushing. You didn't have to tell Kun twice. He got right down there and began encouraging you through every contraction.

"Push harder, my darling." He whispered in your ear. "Come on, you can do it. Come on, Y/N. Come on."

"Oh my god." You cried out as another contraction hit you. "Kun, Kun."

"I love you so much, Y/N." He planted kisses along your temple. "Stay strong."

Suddenly, you felt something slip out of you and then heard a baby cry. Your heart nearly burst with joy. It was almost like a dream. "My baby."

"Holy shit." He placed his hand on your stomach. "It's a boy."

You chuckled and wiped away the tears from your eyes. "A boy."

"Don't rest yet." The doctor instructed. "I feel another one. Oh wait, I feel two more."

"Two more?!" Kun exclaimed. He looked at you. "What does that mean?"

"You're gonna have triplets." The doctor laughed. "Oh man, I haven't done this since college."

"Triplets?" Kun froze. "Are you serious?"

"Yep." She smiled after a few minutes. "All three of them made it out healthy. The nurse is going to help you clean them up and then you can hold them."

After a quick cleaning session, Kun finally held the three newborn babies in his arms. All three of them looked exactly alike, and so tiny and fragile. You watched with tears running down your cheeks as he gently brushed his fingers across their tiny faces. Tears fell down your face, thinking about how happy he looked. This was everything he wanted and he finally got it.

After a few minutes, Kun passed you the babies. "Welcome to the world my beautiful babies."

"Mommy and daddy love you." You cooed. "Always remember that."

"Triplets." Kun muttered next to your bedside. "I can't believe it. I thought we were only having twins. Not triplets."

"They're perfect." You kissed his cheek. "God, I'm so blessed to have you."

"Baby." He hugged you tighter. "I wouldn't trade you for anything in the world."

"Let's name them." You suggested. "Since they're a surprise, let's keep it simple. How about..."

"Yao, Ling, and Po?" Kun suggested.

"Really, Kun?" You rolled your eyes. "Really?"

"We want them to be able to pronounce their names." He smirked.

"You’re such a dork." You complained.

"Well, we don't have to decide tonight." He gave you a kiss. "How about we just think of a first name and a middle name for each of them?"

"Alright, I guess that sounds good." You laughed.

A week after the triplets were born, you returned home from the hospital. Everyone had visited you often and you felt completely spoiled. Each day, you would see your babies grow stronger and healthier. Even Kun was excited about fatherhood. He loved holding and feeding the babies whenever he was home. Of course, it was exhausting taking care of three newborns but it was worth it seeing him happy.

A month had passed since the babies were born and things were still chaotic. At least once a week, you and Kun were stuck sleeping in the nursery with the triplets because you couldn't leave them alone. Your sleep schedule was all over the place and some days you wished you could just go back to being lazy and not having to worry about anyone but yourself.

However, that's not how life worked. Being a parent is hard work, especially when you have three kids to take care of. Thankfully, you had the whole group there to support you and help out where they could. They'd stay over and help you bathe and feed the babies. Sometimes, they'd watch the triplets so you and Kun could have a break. Soon enough, things would settle down and become easier to manage. Until then, you took every moment with your babies that you could.

One night, you crawled into bed with Kun, already fast asleep. Taeyong and Doyoung offered to take the now four month old babies for the weekend, giving you and Kun a break. You snuggled closer to Kun and let out a deep sigh. There was nothing better than lying in bed next to the man you loved.

After several seconds, you felt his hand stroke your bare thigh and you shivered slightly. With the way you were breathing and the little noises you were making, he knew you were turned on. For a second, you wondered if he could tell. You felt his breath on your neck and before you knew it, he pressed his lips against your skin, sending chills down your spine. You groaned softly and gripped onto the sheets beneath you tightly. Suddenly, you felt his tongue flick against your earlobe and you bit your lip, letting out a soft moan.

"Y/N?" His voice was barely audible but you understood what he meant. "Do you want me to make love to you?"

"Fuck yes." You answered, pulling his face towards yours. You nibbled on his bottom lip and let out a small gasp as his tongue slid between your lips.

"Baby." He moaned, cupping your breasts with his hands. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too." You shook your head slowly, grinning widely. "So glad that the guys offered to take the babies for the weekend."

"Me too." He smiled. "It feels like forever since I last made love to you."

His words sent tingles throughout your body. Even though you had been intimate with him numerous times since the babies were born, you hadn't really made love since the day the babies were born. Making love was special and something you enjoyed doing when you were alone with him. You took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "If you're sure..."

"I am." He nodded. "Tonight, I want to make love to you properly. Just you and me, without the distraction of our children."

You sighed happily. "Please Kun."

"That I will, my love." He kissed your forehead and pulled you even closer to him. "Rest assured that this isn't a one-time thing."

"Good." You laughed. "Because this won't be the last time either."

"Never doubt me, Y/N." He smirked. "I'll make sure of it."

With that, he pulled you closer to him and planted soft kisses on your neck. One by one, he teased your collarbone with his lips and teeth, driving you wild. Every part of your body was on fire, waiting to be touched by him. Every nerve ending seemed to have gone numb at the sound of his low growls as he took control. Slowly, he trailed his hand down your side, squeezing your breast in his palm. His touch left a trail of goosebumps in its wake and soon enough, you couldn't hold it any longer. You whimpered and arched your back as he slipped his hand under the blanket, slipping off your pajama bottoms.

Without a second thought, you pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. Both of you paused for a second as you stared into each other's eyes. Neither of you spoke, waiting for the other to make the first move. Suddenly, you felt his finger slide between your folds and he watched you closely as you let out a loud moan. He smirked, obviously enjoying himself. Without warning, he plunged his finger inside of you, stretching you wide open. You closed your eyes and tried to calm your racing heartbeat.

"Such a dirty girl." He growled. "I bet you haven't been fucked like this in a long time."

"Shut up." You smirked, moving closer to him.

He chuckled as he moved his hand down your body again, this time gliding his fingers over your clit. The tingling sensation spread through your body quickly and before you knew it, you were grinding your hips against his hand. He smirked and chuckled quietly. "Damn, Y/N."

You pouted playfully. "Why do you find that so funny?"

"Your tits are bouncing up and down and your pussy is wet as hell." He mumbled. "You look absolutely amazing right now."

You blushed and covered your mouth, trying not to laugh. Before you knew it, you found yourself wrapped in his arms and pressing your lips against his. His hand slipped between your legs again and with each movement of his fingers, your orgasm grew closer and closer. Finally, the climax came crashing down upon you and within seconds, you were sobbing into his chest.

After a minute or two, you lifted your head and found his eyes staring intently at you. His eyes were bright and filled with passion, which you returned immediately.

"Wasn't I right?" He asked softly.

"About what?" You whispered, placing a tender kiss on his lips.

"You've been waiting to make love to me again." He grinned. "And now, I get to enjoy your naked body in my arms. Can't ask for much more than that."

Your smile widened as he kissed you again. This time, you didn't stop him as he slid his fingers back into you. You cried out as he slowly entered you, moaning softly as his hips met yours.

Every inch of your body ached and burned at the same time. It felt wonderful and awful at the same time. He slowly pushed himself inside of you until he was fully seated. After another minute, he leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours. He inhaled deeply and groaned as he pulled you even closer to him. Your legs intertwined with his and he wrapped his arms around you. He slowly started rocking back and forth, slowly increasing the pace.

Slowly, you ran your fingers through his hair and pressed your lips against his shoulder blade. Every thrust caused an electric shock through your body, spreading warmth throughout your entire body. In no time, both of you were ready for round two. Within a few seconds, he was pumping his hips faster, bringing you to the brink of ecstasy again. He continued thrusting harder and faster, sending tremors throughout your body.

When you opened your eyes again, you saw that he was looking straight at you. As he thrust harder and faster, your body began to shake uncontrollably. In no time, you were gasping for air and crying out. The pleasure overcame you completely and you screamed as your release hit you like a tidal wave. Within a matter of minutes, you were shaking as you rode the waves of ecstasy, finally coming down as he gently stroked your back.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and breathed heavily, feeling weak and content.

"Mmm..." He hummed. "That was...amazing."

You giggled softly. "Oh yeah?"

"Yes." He winked. "You know how to make me feel amazing."

You nodded silently, burying your head in his neck. As you held onto him, you couldn't believe how lucky you were. Your life had changed dramatically since the babies were born but somehow, it got better. Every day, you spend hours talking to and playing with your babies. Every night, you cuddled with Kun in bed while you played video games or talked about random stuff. And every morning, you woke up with the most incredible man ever by your side.

"Y/N?" Kun murmured, resting his chin on top of your head. "Are you awake?"

"Mmhm." You muttered, lifting your head and planting a gentle kiss on his lips.

Kun smiled softly and nuzzled his nose against yours. "Will you marry me?"

Your heart skipped a beat and you quickly looked up at him. "What?"

"Marry me, baby." He repeated, a goofy grin on his face. "Let's spend the rest of our lives together. You, me and our boys."

The tears in your eyes threatened to fall but you fought them back. Of course, you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. He was the only person who understood you and he loved you unconditionally. The past year was rough but with him by your side, everything was perfect.

"Of course I will." You choked out, hugging him tightly. "I'll marry you, baby."

He chuckled and squeeze you tighter, kissing your temple. "We can start planning the wedding as soon as we have some time off from being parents."

You chuckled. "Sounds good to me."

"Just think, honey." He smiled softly. "We'll have plenty of time to plan it."

"I love you." You whispered. "So much."

"Love you too, baby." He kissed your forehead. "More than anything else in the world."

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winwintea · 15 days

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how wayv would react if you showed up at their doorstep covered in bl**d with a g*n

how wayv members would react if you showed up at their doorstep covered in bl**d with a g*n. PAIRING ▸ wayv x reader

TRIGGER WARNINGS ▸ mentions of: bl//d (o) and g/ns (u), very angsty

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ i watched the winwin and ten lovely dance cover again and cried because im an emotional trainwreck... REGARDLESS. idk actually how this prompt came to me but damn

Qian Kun

Kun’s lips are pursed together, his eyes widen at the sight of you. With your blood stained cheeks, mixed with your murky tears, you were covered head to toe in… red. He looks you up and down before demanding angrily, “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?” His voice is loud and clear, and you can’t help but choke up a few sobs in response, unable to answer him. Kun grabs the gun out of your hands, and embraces you in a tight hug. This time his voice begins to crack and it’s a lot softer, “What did you do…?”

Ten

Ten was so caught off guard by the blood, he didn’t even notice the gun in your hands. “Holy SHIT! What the hell, y/n?” Strings of curses followed, but you couldn’t do anything but just sob uncontrollably. Ten gazes into your teary eyes. It’s hard to see your face clearly, since it’s covered in blood. Although Ten had no idea what you did, you had come to him for help. He grabs your shoulders and presses his face close to yours, and gives you a comforting smile, “Come inside. I’ll get you cleaned up.” He would be your rock. He would be your shield. He would protect you. Always.

Dong Si Cheng

Winwin has mixed feelings as soon as he sees you at the door. He’s definitely shocked, but hides it well. The gun was directed towards Winwin, but your hands were shaking, trembling. You were a wreck, a blubbering mess. He places his hand upon yours, slowly lowering the gun. “Why don’t you put the gun down and tell me what happened?” His voice has a soothing and calming edge to it. He embraced you in a hug, rubbing your back, as he whispered in your ear, “It’s going to be okay.” And that’s almost enough to make you believe his words. Almost.

Xiao De Jun

Xiaojun cursed as soon as he saw you. “Woah…” He held his hands up in defense, eyeing you carefully. His eyes nervously glanced around the area, wondering if any of his neighbors might take notice. You remained silent, your shaky fingers still wrapped around the gun. The scent of blood fills the air, which Xiaojun notices as quite fresh. Once his shock has worn over, he finally breaks the silence, “Are you going to tell me what happened or are we going to be here all day?”

Wong Kun Hang

Hendery is just at a loss for words. The first thing he says to you, trying to process everything going on in front of him is, “Oh. That looks… messy.” (no shit) Hendery stands there awkwardly, not sure of what to do. He looks into your eyes and stares back at his reflection. There’s nothing left he realizes. Whatever you did, whatever caused this mess… didn’t matter. You would never be the same. The person he once knew, was gone. Lost forever. And he could never get you back.

Liu Yang Yang

Yangyang hadn’t expected you to turn up at his doorstep, much less covered in blood. “I’m trying not to freak out… but is the blood yours?” You shook your head, and he stared at you, in awe for a second. He put his hands around your shoulders, and felt how much you were shaking. Not wanting to disturb the neighbors, he brought you inside, wrapped a towel around your body, and quickly filled a bucket with water so he could wash you off. “Yangyang…” You called out to him, your voice still trembling, “Do you trust me?"

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xofanfics · 5 months

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Lost for Words - Part I

Part I | Part II | Part III

Genre: angst, fluff, smut 🥺🤗🥵

Pairing: Reader x Kun // Reader x Taeyong

Word Count: 6k

Summary: You have the best boyfriend you could’ve asked for. Things take an interesting turn as you befriend your new coworker, exploring the blurred lines between friendship and something more.

Kun was the first man that came into your life that cared enough to try to learn your love language. For that, you were forever grateful. He bought you flowers, just because. He admitted that he never bought a girl flowers for no reason. Before he met you, he thought things like flowers and chocolates were meant only for Valentine’s Day and birthdays. But he bought them for you on the first Valentine’s Day you spent together. He could see the glimmer in your eyes as you admired them and, because of that, he bought them for you when he felt like you needed it. So, he bought them for you when you were feeling stressed, before a Friday night date, and sent them to your office for no reason at all.

He’d do things like cook you dinner when you didn’t ask. He paid attention to the things you said, like if you were craving Chinese dishes. The next day, he’d been in the kitchen making your favorite noodle dish. And you’d smile wide, the sparkle in your eyes enough to light up the darkest of his days. He’d do small things to make your life easier, like run the water for your bath while you worked late or steam your clothes in the morning if you forgot the night before.

Kun liked to cater to you, perhaps more than you did for him. Despite that, he never complained about it and he assured you that it was fine when you asked about it. He’d said, “I do these things because I want to, because I love you.” Kun’s love languages were different from yours, you realized. He preferred quality time and physical touch, so as long as he at least had those things, he was happy. In contrast, you preferred acts of service but, like him, you also enjoyed quality time.

You were looking at your sleeping boyfriend with a smile. Your leg was wrapped around his and he had his arms wrapped around you. The two of you often slept like this, with your limbs entangled around each other until it got too hot in the middle of the night. You’d roll over on your side and he’d follow so that he could spoon you from behind. And sometimes, he’d be hard and it would turn you on. And then turning over in bed would lead to you getting under him, wrapping your legs around him as he gave you what you wanted. You smiled at the thought, not because you were horny but because the love you had was so beautiful, so pure. As you watched him sleep, you realized how lucky you were to have found a man like Kun Qian.

You buried your face in his arm and he stirred. He groaned, glancing over at the clock on the nightstand. “Why are you awake so early, baby? Let’s go back to sleep.”

“I can’t believe we have to leave each other in a couple hours… The weekend goes by too fast.”

“I know,” he said, “The weekend isn’t enough.”

“I can’t wait to move in together,” you said, smiling at the thought.

He pulled you closer and kissed you on your forehead. “Waking up to your face everyday would make me so happy.”

“I know,” you said, melting in his embrace.

You couldn’t imagine being with anyone except Kun. And being with him, you hit so many milestones already. You’d been together for two years now and you were ready to take the next step—moving in together. Soon, you wouldn’t have to alternate weekends, going from his apartment to yours. Soon, you’d be falling asleep and waking up together, making meals together, and heading out for work together everyday. And even if he had a business trip, you’d be at home to greet him upon his return. Still, this was a few months down the road, given that spring was in the air and summer was on its way. The decision was set for this winter.

It was perfect. Everything was perfect. He was perfect—a match made in heaven. But sometimes you wondered if things were too good to be true. Sometimes, you felt insecure. But you knew that it was your fear of abandonment speaking and that was something you had to overcome. Kun was a good man and you had no reason to think he would suddenly leave you. Always, he reassured you that you were perfect for him and that there was no way he could live without you. Despite your random feelings of doubt and worry, Kun held your heart in his hands and held it tightly. They say that actions speak louder than words and he’d proven to you, time and time again, that he had no intentions of letting you go so easily—not if he could help it.

He told you that he would marry you someday. And despite what you may have thought, he had no intention of going back on those words.

You sighed as you walked into your office that day. Staying in bed with your boyfriend would’ve been the better of the two options. The aroma of the cheap coffee the office manager ordered every week filled your nostrils, as you walked past the kitchen. In passing, you exchanged greetings with a couple of coworkers who were deeply immersed in a conversation that seemed to revolve around the latest celebrity scandal.

You placed your vanilla macchiato on your desk before you started setting up your desk for a long work day. Your coworker and friend, Hina, who seemed to have just come from the bathroom, greeted you as you sat down. “Morning, Y/N!”

You raised an eyebrow. In general, Hina was a pretty energetic person, but she seemed extra hyped up this morning. “Morning,” you replied. “Why do— no—how do you have so much energy on a Monday morning?”

“I’m excited because the new hire starts today. I dunno about you but I can’t take another second of trying to figure out how our campaigns are performing,” she complained. “I know there are a couple positions being filled but Chaerin could’ve at least left after one of them was filled.” She rolled her eyes and slammed her notebook closed.

“I would leave in a second if I got the offer she did. She’s making well over six figures now, can you believe it?”

She sighed. “I mean I get it but if someone asks me one more question I can’t answer,, I’m actually going to kill myself. I shouldn’t have said that I was eager to learn in the interview.”

“There’s been so much going on, I guess I forgot about someone new coming on.”

“He should be getting here soon.”

“He?”

“Yeah. The HR lady had his new hire paperwork on the desk when I went in there a few minutes ago looking for her.”

“So nosy,” you said, shaking your head before taking a sip of your coffee.

You looked up as you heard the light murmur of chatter coming toward your side of the office. You saw the HR Manager walking into her office with a handsome man walking behind her, looking around the office with big, curious eyes that darted from left to right.

“He’s good looking,” said Hina, nudging you with a wink.

You chuckled. “I thought Kevin was your office crush?”

“Hey, I can have two office crushes!”

A half hour passed and as you were getting into the groove of your workday, the Creative Director, David, walked over toward your desks with Taeyong behind him. “Meet Taeyong,” he said. “He’s our new analyst. He’s going to be trained by Valentina once she’s back from maternity leave in a couple weeks. Of course, we will all be working together closely as we use analytics to inform our decisions for our upcoming campaigns.”

You stood up, shaking his hand, after he greeted Hina. “Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m one of the marketing managers. If you need help with anything or have any questions, you can ask me. I know things can be a little overwhelming on the first day but if Valentina picked you while on maternity leave, I already know you’re the best of the best!”

“Nice to meet you,” he said, smiling brightly. “And thank you so much. I look forward to working with everyone.”

At that, David cleared his throat. “I have a meeting with a partner in a few minutes but, Y/N, could you get him set up and show him around the office? Hina, could you come with me? I want you to join this one, since you had some ideas from our brainstorm last week.”

“Um, sure,” you said, as your coworkers walked away from you, leaving you and Taeyong behind. You walked ahead, to the next row of desks across the aisle. “So this is going to be your desk while you’re here. You actually have a nice view on this side of the office.” You turned the monitor on to check if it was functional and checked that he had all of the cords he needed to set up.

Taeyong let out a lighthearted chuckle as he placed the laptop he’d been carrying on the desk. “I just can’t believe I have the newest MacBook. My last work computer was so slow and it would overheat anytime I opened Chrome.”

You laughed. “Sounds like a pain in the ass.”

“Definitely…”

“Did you go to school in Seoul?”

Taeyong shook his head. “No, I actually went to the University of Hong Kong. I ended up getting a scholarship.”

“Wow. That’s amazing. I wish I had the opportunity to study abroad. It seems like a great experience.”

“Yeah,” he said, “I’m definitely glad I left Korea for a while. It’s nice to experience new things, meet new people, you know, and get out of your comfort zone. Plus, I even learned a little Cantonese.”

You led Taeyong through the office, showing him where the product, sales, and tech teams all sat. You showed him the meeting rooms, some empty and others filled with two or three people getting their days started. You showed him the kitchen and how to use the coffee machine while you explained that there were bagels on Mondays and that you’d have half days on Fridays once summer commenced.

Taeyong looked around the office with curious eyes, excited to be a part of this company. He’d been so excited to hear back from this company after three rounds of stressful interviews. He’d heard of people struggling to get a job in the current economy. So, he was grateful to be in a company that seemed to have some good perks.

His last job treated him poorly. He’d spend hours, sometimes even outside working hours, working on reports. And then, the data wasn’t even used. He never received any recognition and barely received any feedback. The only feedback he ever got was when his work wasn’t what the higher ups wanted. If it was negative, he sure got feedback. But as for anything positive? There was rarely any feedback there. So, Taeyong gave his resume a much needed makeover and set his sights on a new job and a company that would at least value his work.

He got good vibes from this place so far, especially from you. He thought about what it’d been like when he came here for his very first interview. Honestly speaking, he remembered seeing you. He saw you while he was waiting for the hiring manager. You’d been walking past the blue armchair he was sitting in. You were with the coworker he met today, Hina. He noticed you right away, mostly because you had this loud laughter. It wasn’t obnoxious but it was the kind of laughter that was contagious, the kind of laughter where you had no choice but to laugh, too. But he noticed how wide your smile was and how happy you seemed and how long it’d been since he’d seen a woman smile like that.

You noticed him then, a worried expression plastered on your face. “Hi, are you here for an interview? Did someone help you already?”

“Yeah, they know I’m here. Thanks.”

“Do you want water or anything to drink?” you offered. “I know interviews can be a little stressful.”

Taeyong shook his head. “Water would be nice. Thank you.” And a moment later, you returned with a cold water bottle for him, handing it to him with a smile. And then he aced his interview and ended up here, with you.

He figured it was probably insignificant but he found that a lot of people in the working world could be so cold. But Taeyong was a person who cared a lot. He was someone who treated everyone with kindness, because that’s what he’d want in return. He was the kind of person who cared about the people he worked with.

“Have you been working here long?” Taeyong asked, as you showed him into the main kitchen. He noticed that the kitchen was stocked with snacks and fresh fruit, as he recalled you mentioning that the office manager, placed an order every week. You added earlier that if he had any requests, for office supplies or for snacks in the pantry, to let them know.

“Almost two years,” you replied. “I actually just got a promotion. I came up with this amazing concept for one of our new products. It wasn’t perfect but I worked with the product development team to figure it all out.”

“That’s really impressive,” he said. “I hope I can grow here, too.”

You nodded. “I’m sure you will…Between you and me, they took forever to fill this role. I feel like they were looking for the perfect person and, well, it looks like they found you.”

Taeyong chuckled. “That’s great to know.”

The two of you stood at the coffee machine, deciding to get a fresh cup from the machine that seemed to have endless options; from lattes to macchiatos, it seemed like the machine could do it all. You were very friendly, he noticed, and he hoped that the others were just as nice as you were.

Two weeks had gone by since Taeyong was brought on. In just two weeks, he’d gotten a lot done. Taeyong went from meeting to meeting, learning as much as he could about the company’s products. He took in your marketing plans, asking questions as he went. And soon enough he was churning out data reports based on your past campaigns. So far, he seemed to be the type to go above and beyond and you appreciated that. His doing his job well helped everyone else do their jobs well, too.

It was Friday and it was nearly five o’clock. It’d been a long week, full of deadlines and you were relieved to have a couple of days to relax. As of now, you had absolutely nothing planned. Kun was going out to a friend’s birthday dinner, so you figured you’d stay home and make dinner while enjoying a cool glass of wine.

As you made mental notes of the groceries you wanted to buy, you heard a slam from across the office. You’d been lost in your thoughts at that moment and you shrieked aloud.

Hina looked up from her laptop with a grin. “You’re so dramatic!” she said, nudging you in the arm. You both chuckled.

David stood up from his desk. “Please tell me that everyone is finished with their to do lists for today,” he asked, with a hopeful tone.

Mostly, everyone nodded, except Kevin who huffed and said, “We need to have a meeting with the product team on Monday. I just saw that they rejected the new design for packaging. And at this point, we’re going to have to push back the launch again.”

David sucked his teeth, turning back to her laptop screen. You knew his stress all too well. If his team’s work got rejected one too many times, all of our plans got pushed back. “What’s the issue now?” David chimed in, glaring across the room at the product team’s side of the office. “You know what? I don’t care. It can wait until Monday. I will send out a calendar invite. We can’t keep pushing these launches back like this…Anyway, I was thinking that we could go for a team dinner tonight if most of you are free? We haven’t officially welcomed Taeyong to the team since we’ve been so busy. My treat.”

The team clapped in response. Typically on Fridays David and Valentina didn’t make anyone work late, but very rarely did it come with either of them offering to pay for dinner. Within five minutes, all ten members of your team were packed and ready to go.

“Where are we going?” asked Taeyong in a curious tone.

“How about dim sum?” David suggested. “I’m in the mood for some dumplings and they have really good soup dumplings. Have you had those?”

Taeyong nodded. “I haven’t had any since I left Hong Kong.”

“Right, you went to school there. You’ll love these. The owners are from Hong Kong so it’s authentic and delicious.”

There were some murmurs of agreement and you and your team were whisked away, heading toward the elevators.

Taeyong walked with you, Hina, and your other teammate, Michelle. Taeyong was the talkative type, from what you could see, and he held up most of the conversation. You wondered how he had so much energy. Maybe it was because it was Friday and you’d left the office to start the weekend. Maybe it was because he was new and excited about his new position. Maybe he just had a lot of energy, in general. It wasn’t that you hated your job but it was rare that you felt feelings like joy or excitement about coming into work. Taeyong was excited and you almost envied him for it.

Your stomach grumbled as you went inside the restaurant and got a whiff of whatever was cooking in the kitchen as your group walked toward a large table in the back. Just as you were about to take a seat next to David, he waved Taeyong over. “Come sit here.” He made a hand motion at Hina, who had sat next to the seat he apparently wanted Taeyong in. “Scoot over one seat and let Y/N sit there so Taeyong can sit here.”

The three of you shuffled about until you were in your “assigned” seats. Hina whispered, “God, are we adults or are we in elementary school?” The two of you snickered together as the waiter placed a fresh pot of barley tea in the middle of the table.

The group spent the next ten minutes figuring out what to order. Your boss ordered several orders of everything—dumplings and buns in just about every form, wine chicken, tofu dishes, bok choy, chicken feet, and probably more rice rolls than you needed. And of course, he ordered some liquor to get everyone started. That was always his strategy: get everyone at least tipsy so that the conversation would be more interesting, as he put it.

The conversation was spread across the table, with your half of the table talking amongst yourselves and the other half doing the same. It wasn’t until the food came that your boss decided to be more interactive with Taeyong.

“How were these past two weeks? Are you adjusting well? I told everyone to take care of you so if they didn’t, you can tell me.”

Taeyong nodded. “It’s going well. I’m enjoying the work. And Y/N is really sweet. She helped me get settled easily.” He then turned to you directly. “Thanks for being so helpful and answering all my stupid questions. You’re really good at explaining! And you too, Hina. I’m learning a lot from both of you.”

You felt yourself blushing at the sudden compliment. Your work was something you were proud of but it was rare that someone openly appreciated the projects you’d worked on or your knowledge of the company products. Of course, Kun would always congratulate you when you told him about your accomplishments at work. But it felt good to hear it from someone at the company, especially from someone new to the team and someone who knew more about the things you were working on. You and Taeyong collaborated more than you thought you would initially. And the meetings you had with him were extremely helpful and even gave you some ideas for future projects. Taeyong seemed to be pretty creative and even contributed ideas that he wasn’t sure were even possible. But you liked that he seemed to believe that you could do anything with the right people and the right tools and resources.

David’s lips parted in surprise. “Wow, Taeyong is showering everyone with compliments today. I feel a little left out.”

Taeyong laughed. “Of course, I like working with you all but I have to admit, I think Y/N and Hina are more my style.”

You felt heat rising to your cheeks at Taeyong’s seemingly flirty comment. It wasn’t that you had a crush on Taeyong, but you were interested in him as a person. You genuinely enjoyed spending time with him and working on projects together. You were a marketing manager and he was an analyst. The two of you made a good team…along with Hina of course.

***

After food and a couple more drinks than you should’ve had, you were thoroughly stuffed. Your boss paid for the meal with the company credit card and scurried off saying that his wife was waiting for him at home. Then your coworkers began to disappear, one by one, until only you, Hina, and Taeyong were left. And Hina insisted on finishing the liquor your coworkers left behind in the pitcher.

You said, “I must have gained like fifty pounds.”

“Let’s start walking so we can lose at least five,” Taeyong said, nudging you.

“I should go on a diet,” you said, standing up from the chair, stretching.

“You don’t need a diet,” he said. “It always bothers me to hear women say that…”

Hina said, “So, your type is a woman who eats well, hm?”

Taeyong nodded with a smile. “Yeah. I love cooking so I want someone who can taste it first and tell me if it’s good or not.”

“Will you cook for the holiday potluck?”

Taeyong smirked. “Maybe.”

“I never had a man cook anything for me,” said Hina, frowning as she stood.

“But your dad cooks really well,” you said. “I still think about the clam soup he made for your birthday.”

“That doesn’t count,” she explained, as she slowly began to tip over into the chair. She held onto the table to hold herself up and rolled her eyes. “He’s my dad. I want a man to cook for me!”

Taeyong chuckled. “Does that mean you’re good at cooking? Do you take after your dad?”

Before she could answer, you opened your mouth to speak. “Let’s just say she could use a little work…”

Hina laughed. “Hey! I improved since last time!”

Taeyong patted her shoulder. “Let’s get you home.”

“I can go myself,” she said, doing her best to stand straight. Whether she realized it or not, she definitely couldn’t do it on her own.

You said, “Don’t worry. I can take her home.”

Taeyong shook his head. “What kind of man would I be if I let you go by yourselves? I’ll call a taxi and the three of us can go.”

Hina said, “I’m perfectly fine to take the train!”

“Fine,” said Taeyong with a sigh, “we can take the train.”

***

Hina was the one who insisted on taking the train despite hardly being able to support herself on her own two feet. She stumbled into you and Taeyong as the three of you walked to the station and even fell asleep in her seat, her mouth wide open.

“I’m sorry about Hina,” you said, as you arrived closer to her stop. “She’s one of those people where you don’t know how drunk she is until it’s too late.”

Taeyong smiled. “We all have that one friend.”

You’d been worried that Taeyong might be annoyed but, from what you could see, he seemed to have a lot of patience.

“Well I’m sorry that you have to spend your Friday night with your drunk coworkers,” you said, chuckling.

“It’s fine,” he said. “Really. I don’t mind at all. This is better than spending my Friday night by myself. I don’t have many friends in Seoul since I moved back. I got pretty close to a few people in Hong Kong but, you know, they’re in Hong Kong…” Taeyong continued. “My best friend from high school was an international student from Thailand so he’s back there. Lucky for me, he comes to Seoul pretty often for his work. And my other best friend is living in Incheon, so he’s close but he works in finance and he has a girlfriend now so he’s busy.”

“Wow, so most of your friends aren’t even in the country, huh?”

“Lucky me,” he said, with a sigh.

“Well we’ll definitely be friends with you. Even though Hina fell asleep, she really likes you. She said that you’re way better than Chaerin.”

You laughed and Taeyong joined in with a laugh that seemed so light and free. You liked hearing him laugh. Taeyong could be quiet at times but he was playful, too. Hina liked him and you liked him, too.

You and Taeyong helped Hina up and off of the train a moment later. Together, you brought Hina to her small apartment a couple blocks away from the station. As you got into the elevator, she said, “I ordered pizza.”

“When did you order pizza?”

“When you went to get me water from the convenience store.”

In those couple of minutes you were inside the store, Hina apparently ordered pizza while in Taeyong’s care. You shot him a look, to which he said, “I didn’t see her do it. I just thought she was texting or something.”

You laughed. “Well hopefully she can stay up long enough to eat it…”

Hina put in the code to her door and you and Taeyong followed her inside. You said, “I’ll help her put her pajamas on. You don’t have to stay. You’ve helped us out a lot tonight. I really appreciate it.”

Taeyong said, “I’ll stay here at least until she gets settled. I should make sure you get home okay, too.”

“Okay,” you said, before you disappeared with Hina into the bedroom. Thankfully, Hina had had a little bit of time to sober up and she didn’t seem as wobbly before. You pulled out pajamas from her drawers that didn’t match and handed them to her. You turned while Hina got herself undressed.

“I can’t believe I’m this drunk,” she said. “I’m so embarrassed Taeyong saw me like this.”

“It’s fine,” you assured her. “You had a little too much but it’s not like you did anything embarrassing. If you jumped on top of the table and started dancing, that would be a different story.” The two of you laughed for a moment before you turned to her. “Wait, you ordered pizza, right?”

Hina said, “Oh! I almost forgot. The app says it’ll be here in ten minutes. I’m so tired though.” She walked over to her bed. “I don’t care about taking my makeup off or taking a shower right now. Actually, can you just stay here until the pizza comes? I’m just gonna take a little nap. Wake me up when it gets here.” She put her head on the pillow and closed her eyes. She fell asleep almost instantly and you knew that she would give you hell when you tried to wake her up in a few minutes to eat.

You figured you should go to the bathroom before leaving. As you headed down the hall, you tripped over an unknown object, sending you crashing into the wall. As you collided with the wall, you knocked down a photo frame. It plummeted to the hardwood floor, crashing to the floor, the glass shattering.

Before you could blink, Taeyong was by your side, eyes wide and full of concern as you’d also ended up on the floor. “Are you okay? Did you get cut anywhere?” He took your hand, examining it for cuts.

“I think I’m okay,” you said, putting your palm on the floor to help you up.

“Wait,” he said, putting his hand out before you could touch anything. “Let me clean up the glass. There could be some small pieces and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

You waited for him to get back with the broom and watched as he swept up every single piece you could see.

“I guess I’ll buy her a new picture frame,” you said, chuckling. “What did I even trip over?” You turned to find one of Hina’s slippers in the middle of the floor. They must’ve come off as you brought her into the bedroom.

Taeyong winced as he picked up the last piece, shaking his hand. “Damn it!”

Your heart dropped as you saw a tiny sliver of blood pour from his finger. You got up, despite his protests, and got Hina’s first aid kit from the medicine cabinet. You called him over to sit on the bathtub edge, next to you, and pulled out a bandage and alcohol wipe.

He sat down and said, “I can do it, you know…”

“It’s fine,” you said, ripping the paper open on the alcohol wipe. You swiped at the blood coming from his cut, causing Taeyong to yelp from the sting. His reaction made you chuckle. He rolled his eyes as you put the bandage on, wrapping it carefully around his finger. “There.”

“Thanks,” he said, smiling at you.

Your eyes met his. The air felt heavy for a few seconds. It felt almost as time stopped. There was this slight tension that you weren’t sure if he felt, too. The few seconds that you had locked eyes felt like hours. The doorbell rang, interrupting the seemingly intimate moment.

“I’ll get it.”

As you predicted, Hina didn’t wake up in time for the pizza. When you attempted to wake her from her drunken state, you were met with protest and crankiness. Despite your best attempts, Hina refused to be pulled or prodded. So, you and Taeyong helped yourselves.

In the middle of your bite, you heard a loud vibrating sound. “Oh,” you said, “my phone!” You realized that you hadn’t paid your phone a single ounce of attention since you’d arrived. Your heart dropped as you realized that it was your boyfriend calling.

You answered. “Hello?”

“Are you okay, babe?”

“Of course. I’m fine.”

“I was worried,” he said. “I was trying to stay awake until you came home but I fell asleep…Why didn’t you text me back?”

“I saw your message but I forgot about it. Hina got a little too drunk, then me and Taeyong helped me get her home…”

“Taeyong?”

“He’s new to the team. I told you, remember?”

“Right,” he said. “Anyway, are you still going to come here? Maybe you should go home instead. I could meet you there?”

“No, it’s okay. We have pizza so I’ll eat a little more and then come there.”

“Use my account and take a taxi, okay? I’ll wait for you.”

“Okay, I’ll see you later.”

“I love you, Y/N. Get here safely, okay?”

“Yeah,” you said, “I will.”

You pressed end and returned to your pizza. To be honest, you felt a little awkward having that conversation in front of Taeyong.

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend,” he said. “Have you been together long?”

“It’s been about two years,” you explained. “I guess I just don’t talk about him much.”

Taeyong nodded, taking his last bite of pizza. “We should get going,” he said. “Will Hina be okay?”

“Yeah,” you said, “I put a bottle of water on her nightstand and the garbage can is by her bed if she needs to throw up.” You stood up. “I’m just going to go to the bathroom.”

While you went to the bathroom, Taeyong picked up the paper plates and cleared the counter. He put the pizza box in the fridge and then went to get your coat. By the time you came out, Taeyong had your coat and bag ready for you.

“You ready to go?” he asked.

***

Kun was awake when you arrived. He was sitting on the couch waiting for you, makeup remover and cotton balls ready.

“Hey baby,” he said, a wide smile on his face. “Welcome back.”

“Hi,” you said, sitting next to him. You planted a kiss on his lips with a loud smack. “I’m not that drunk babe. I can take my makeup off.”

He chuckled in response. “A good boyfriend should always be prepared for his drunk girlfriend to come home. They’ll come back too drunk to take off their makeup, they’ll start demanding to order chicken nuggets or they’ll throw you on the bed for sex.”

“I’ve only done those things like once.”

“I mean, you definitely made me go to McDonalds and yelled at me because it was late and they only had breakfast. So, you asked for a McGriddle instead.” As you laughed and reached for the cotton balls, Kun stopped you. “I got it, babe.”

You shrugged and let your boyfriend remove your makeup. He was always so gentle with you; it was as if he thought you might break if he held you too tightly. In that moment, you realized how tired you were. And Kun knew that because he picked you up off of the couch, carrying you into the bedroom. He kissed you as he placed you onto the bed. Before you knew it, he was peeling off your clothes, kissing each spot where he removed something.

You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with each kiss. When he finally took your panties off, you couldn’t take it anymore. You found yourself climbing on top of him, cupping his face with your hands around his face. You kissed him, pushing your tongue in his mouth.

“What’s with you?” Kun asked, surprised by your forwardness, as he pulled away from you.

“I just want you, babe,” you said, kissing his neck.

“I want you, too,” he said, rolling you over onto your back. He swiped at your pussy, feeling how wet you’d gotten. He hummed in satisfaction. He pushed a finger inside, your wetness covering it. You gasped at the feeling, gripping around his finger. As he added another, you let out a moan. He fingered you for a few moments, driving you crazy. You needed him inside of you and you needed it now.

“Please,” you whined.

At that, he pulled his fingers out. He got on top of you and you used your hands to guide him inside. He plunged deep into you, taking a moment to revel in the feeling. You pulled him closer, wrapping your arms and legs around him. Your lips parted in satisfaction as he began to pull and push himself in and out of you. Kun loved it when you were on your back and he could look deep into your eyes.

You pulled him closer, bringing him into your neck. He kissed it so tenderly with each stroke, allowing a soft moan to come from your lips. He went slow for you, plunging seemingly deeper and deeper into you.

Moments later, he wasn’t going easy on you anymore. He’d bent you over the bed and was pounding you hard, sending you into a frenzy of loud moans in which you were sure the neighbors could hear. And with one last stroke, he came undone with a heavy sigh.

After, you and Kun laid down in bed. Naked bodies pressed against each other, Kun held you in his arms as you began to slowly drift to sleep.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered before pressing his lips to your shoulder. You heard him but couldn’t bring yourself to speak back. It was just seconds before your world went dark.

***

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