* black sheep !

𝑰 𝑨𝑴 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵 𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑫. my wings are untouched.

𝒊𝒏𝒅. 𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒄, 𝒃𝒚 𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒂𝒍. 𝒆𝒔𝒕. 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒆 '22.

Kai stutters on his moan, practically chokes on it when Soraya presses him hand harder against her abdomen. Pushes his palm as he's bottomed out inside her. There's a flash of electric heat that rocks through him and he keens, a pathetic little whimper as his head goes blank.

He's already barely coherent. Lets out a breathy groan as she nips up his throat, hips lifting to meet her as she sinks back down. She feels so fucking good - hot, wet, messy. The flash of pain as she bites for real has his grip on her tightening, pushing to rock her back on his cock.

And he can't even speak, not enough presence-of-mind to form any kind of coherent words. His head is a haze of pleasure, punched-out little fuck, fuck, fucks slipping past his lips as his rhythm stutters. Especially listening to her talk to him like that. Her hand planted on his chest, the pressure of her weight as she grinds against him, makes him keen.

Pathetic, desperate whines and he's vaguely aware that he's begging ( doesn't even really know what for ) ; ❝ Please, baby, fuck – so fucking good, shit. Please, please – ❞

yeah, this is more than worth it, worth the way her head's gone fuzzy with the pleasure. the way he seats inside her, the pretty little noises he akes as she grinds downward, it's hard to keep her breathing steady with it. "sweetheart," it's a little thready, shakier than she likes when she's trying so hard to maintain control, when every little rock of her hips has her ckenching down around his cok. fingernails bite into his chest.

"please what, sweetheart?" doesn't expect an answer, not really, not when he's hardly forming anything resembling a coherent sentence at this point. "come on, you sound so good," an inhale, shaky, as her other hand plants itself on his chest too. a foot planted on the mattress beside them gives her better leverage to rock herself onto his cock like it's the only thing she's ever thought about in her life. 

And, oh, here's the thing right – Soraya had him pretty much wrapped around her finger already, teasing and pushing him where she wanted him. Kai would've been so fucking happy to let her use him however she wanted. But then she goes and says that and he thinks he just fell a little bit in love.

The sound he makes is pitiful – needy, wanting, fucking desperate. Because even just the thought of her riding his face makes his cock throb, precum leaking out and he's pretty sure he's gonna be slick with it in no time.

Pupils blown out, heart hammering away in his chest, he sways forward and swallows, thick. ❝ Fucking Hel, yes. Wanna make a mess of me? ❞ As if he's not already most of the way there.

hand slides upward, sure fingers slipping into the hair at the nape of his neck and tugging. she pulls him in to press a firm kiss to his mouth, a sharp nip to his lip before she pulls away. then she's giving him a little nudge, a gentle shove backward.