little lamb

You found yourself hunched over the cold porcelain of the toilet seat, tightly gripping a pregnancy test in your trembling hands, nervously awaiting its verdict. Nausea swirled in your gut, along with the daunting prospect of motherhood. It was a notion you hadn’t dwelled on before, buried under the weight of college midterms and mounting debts. How could you possibly manage a child, let alone provide for one? How had life led you to this moment? Memories surged back, to a time of innocence before Kai, before being drawn into his cult.

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It all began with Winter, a familiar face from your college English class. She was more of a study partner than a close friend, the kind you’d team up with for assignments and occasionally chat with between classes. During the final stretch of the school semester, you and Winter agreed to collaborate on a particularly challenging essay. It seemed like a straightforward arrangement—just a couple of students pooling their knowledge to tackle an academic task.

After class, you headed to Winter's place to work on the assignment together. Seated on her bed, you both delved into the essay until you needed a bathroom break. Following Winter's directions, you made your way past the kitchen toward the bathroom. It was there that you spotted him – a tall, oddly attractive man with greasy blue hair, popping prescription pills into his mouth like tictacs. Winter had never mentioned a boyfriend, though your conversations rarely strayed from homework. As you passed, his piercing stare followed, sending a chill down your spine.

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"You never mentioned you had a boyfriend," you had teased, slipping back onto her bed. Winter glanced up from her laptop, a puzzled expression briefly crossing her features before she reached a realization.

"What? Oh, you mean Kai? Ew! That freak with the ugly blue mop on his head is my brother," she replied with a mixture of amusement and revulsion.

“Oh, my bad,” you laughed sheepishly, feeling a blush creep up your neck. “Not to make things weirder, but your brother’s kinda hot,” you added with a half-hearted joke, attempting to lighten the awkward atmosphere as you turned back to your laptop, prepared to get back to your essay.

"Ew, no way," Winter wrinkled her nose in mock horror. "I would rather discuss this stupid essay than talk about Kai. Seriously, he's not someone you want to get to know," she insisted, the distaste evident in her voice as you both refocused on the task at hand.

-

The hours slipped by as you worked diligently on your shared assignment, the rhythm of typing and occasional murmured discussions filling the room. What was supposed to be a brief study session stretched into the evening, with Winter slowly starting to nod off as darkness enveloped the world outside.

With a tired yawn, Winter suggested you stay the night to avoid driving while tired. You agreed, grateful for her offer and too drained from studying to consider driving home.

As you shut off your laptop, Winter had already drifted off to sleep beside you on her bed, her soft breaths a gentle melody in the quiet room. Deciding to make one final trip to the bathroom before calling it a night, you quietly slipped off her bed and padded down the hallway, the carpet soft beneath your feet. Just before reaching the bathroom door, you heard a low, guttural groan to your right. You paused for a moment in confusion. Another groan, more intense this time, reverberated through the hallway, beckoning you closer. Slowly, you tiptoed towards the source of the sound, your breath catching in your throat as you reached a cracked door. Without knowing why, you pushed it open ever so slightly, just enough to peer inside, curiosity getting the best of you. But curiosity killed the cat, and you should have known better.

There, sprawled out on his bed, was Winter’s brother, Kai, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through his bedroom window. His bright blue hair, tousled and unkempt, stuck to his forehead in sweaty strands. Beads of sweat trickled down his temples, tracing the contours of his face, his features contorted in a mixture of pleasure and concentration. He held his large cock in his hand with a grip so tight his knuckles were white. His swollen tip glistened with precum as his hand stroked quickly with practiced precision. Your heart raced in a similar rhythm. His eyes were squeezed shut in rapture, his lips parted as he let out a series of ragged moans that echoed through the room, the same ones that you had overheard moments ago.

You stood there, unable to peel your eyes away from the scene unfolding before you. Mentally, you knew you needed to turn away, to pretend you’d never seen it, but physically, you were paralyzed by the sheer shock of it all. He was such a sight to behold—his tousled blue hair clinging to his forehead, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, his hips rocking with desperation. You couldn't tear your gaze away as his hand moved with urgency.

“Agh- fuck,” He hissed through gritted teeth as his toes curled involuntarily, his entire being consumed by the overwhelming need for release. His room was filled with the sound of his heavy breathing, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing off the walls. His balls bounced and slapped against his skin with each desperate stroke. Every muscle in his body tensed and flexed with anticipation. Kai’s hips lifted off the bed desperately, his body moving in perfect harmony with the rhythm of his hand. His breath hitched in his throat, his lips parting in silent moans of pleasure. Kai was undeniably a work of art, and you were a sick admirer.

Then, those dark eyes snapped open, which bore into yours with an intensity that made your heart stop in pure panic. You recoiled as realization hit you like a brick, your mind racing with thoughts of escape. Had he seen you? Could he tell you’d been watching? With trembling hands, you hurried to the bathroom, locking the door behind you with a shaky click. The hallway was shrouded in darkness, offering a slim hope that maybe your spying had gone unnoticed.

As you leaned against the bathroom door, the weight of guilt settled heavily on your shoulders. You couldn't shake the feeling of shame, the knowledge that you had crossed a line you couldn't uncross. Surely, you hadn't just witnessed your classmate's brother jerking himself off. Surely, you hadn’t stood there and watched like some voyeuristic creep.

Fuck… fuck… fuck!

You sat on the toilet and took a deep breath, trying to calm the frantic pounding of your heart as you concocted an excuse to salvage the situation. Maybe you could blame it on being half-asleep? No, that excuse sounded feeble even in your own mind. You’d have to face reality if Kai caught you, own up to your mistake, and hope for the best. After all, it wasn’t your fault he left the door cracked open, right? You were just an innocent bystander who happened to stumble upon an unexpected scene.

As you flushed the toilet and washed your trembling hands, you couldn’t shake the feeling of dread gnawing at your insides. Your heart raced, your palms already slick with sweat, as you finally mustered the courage to open the bathroom door. But as you took a hesitant step forward, you were met with an unexpected obstacle—a tall, imposing figure blocking your path.

Kai loomed over you, his blue hair soaked in sweat cascading around his face as he fixed you with a piercing gaze. Panic surged through you as you realized that he knew, that there was no hiding from the truth now. Your mind raced with a million thoughts, each more frantic than the last. What would you tell him? How could you explain your presence without sounding like a complete creep? You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out, your mind a jumbled mess of excuses and apologies. You were well and truly fucked. Before you could utter a single word, Kai’s voice cut through the silence,

“Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you, just need to take a piss. I never got the chance to introduce myself to you, by the way. My name’s Kai, I’m Winters older brother,” He stated with a friendly but somewhat sinister smile, reaching his hand out for you to shake. You stood there, dumbfounded, as his words registered in your mind. He hadn't noticed? He really hadn't noticed you peeking? Relief flooded through you, washing away the waves of panic that had threatened to drown you moments before. You hastily shook his outstretched hand, the warmth and stickiness of his grip a harsh reminder of his previous activities. You suppressed a shudder of disgust, not wanting to push your luck.

"N-nice to meet you," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper as you struggled to regain your composure. You were terrible at saving face. "Sorry, I'll get out of your way." With a clumsy step to the side, you made room for Kai to pass, your cheeks burning with embarrassment as you avoided his gaze.

Kai didn't seem to notice your discomfort, stepping into the bathroom without a second thought. You let out a shaky breath, relief flooding through you as you turned to make your escape. But before you could take a single step, Kai's voice cut through the air, freezing you in place.

"Oh, and by the way," he called out, his tone smug and self-assured, "if you want to join me next time, just ask, doll." With a sly grin, he shut the bathroom door behind him.

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Kai hated you.

He hated the way your teary eyes were the first to make him feel something.

He hated that he had practiced years of hardening his heart only for it to melt after one glance at you.

He knew that the person he was and the person he wanted to be for you could not coexist in the same world.

He hated it.

He hated everyone.

He hated everything.

But, god, did he love you.

He hated that he loved you.

He hated how his love for you threatened to ruin all of his plans.

He wanted the world to suffer under his reign.

He hated the human race.

He hated their imperfections, their inherent selfishness, their uniform ugliness—they were all the same.

He hated that you were nothing like the rest of them.

To him, you were perfect, and he hated it.

For the first time in his life, something overpowered his hatred.

You.

Kai had a rough day. His electoral campaign was falling short of the success his delusions had envisioned.

It was evident the moment he arrived home, when he nearly broke the front door with his force. The resounding slam of the door echoed through the house, followed by the sound of his heavy footsteps as he stormed towards your bedroom. It sent a shiver down your spine, you could practically feel his rage radiating towards you the closer he stepped.

You hated it when he got like this.

Whenever stress consumed him, Kai would rip your thighs open the moment he walked through the door. Tonight was no different.

Your bedroom door violently swung open, crashing against the wall as he stood in the doorway, his gaze intense as it found you sprawled across your bed reading a book. Sweat dripped down his furrowed brows and your heart raced at the sight of his expression. Dread coiled in your stomach as his eyes wondered over you, avoiding direct eye contact.

"Y-you're back!" you stuttered, forcing excitement into your voice.

Not bothering with a greeting, Kai's silence only solidified your certainty of his seething anger. There wasn't much to doubt, it was etched in his eyes, brimming with fury.

He strode towards the bed where you lay, a book in hand that now seemed destined to remain unfinished, thanks to him. Your cozy blankets were harshly ripped from your body, taking your book with them, as he yanked them away without a care for your comfort, leaving you exposed to the chilling air. Another shiver ran down your spine.

The bed's frame groaned under his weight as he practically jumped onto it. You flinched at his sudden movements, but he paid no attention. His heavy breaths still laced with anger, he suddenly yanked you by the ankles, swiftly sliding you down onto your back, leaving you vulnerable on the bed.

Your eyes widened as his intentions became increasingly clear, but it was too late. His large hands swiftly pulled off your pajama pants, leaving you exposed in just your ‘granny panties’ as you called them. They were only meant to be worn when it was that time of the month. If only he had actually listened when you warned him yesterday that you had started your period, but he had been too preoccupied in his own thoughts at the time. Shocker.

Your plain panties were the only thing protecting you now, and they hardly stood a chance as his strong fingers swiftly tore them off your sensitive skin to expose you completely.

“Wait!” You begged. But he didn’t.

You struggled to push him away, scrambling and frantically trying to remind him about your period, but he paid no attention. He didn't give a damn about what you had to say. He was consumed by an urgent need. Rage boiled inside of him, he was seeing red.

And then he was literally seeing red as his eyes locked onto your blood-slicked entrance.

For once, he stopped what he was doing without you having to beg. He lifted his gaze, locking eyes with you for the first time since he'd stormed in. Your heart pounded, your cheeks burning with embarrassment at the raw exposure.

"I tried to warn you!" you shouted, attempting to cover the bloody mess you never wanted for him to see. But he didn’t let you. His strong hands firmly held your thighs spread wide apart, and he stared at the crimson red trickling down, his hot breath tickling the skin of your sensitive entrance. His lips parted but still he didn’t speak.

His expression remained unreadable, leaving you expecting disgust, repulsion, a scolding for not giving him a heads-up despite your repeated reminders. Yet, to your surprise, none of that came. Instead, there was silence. You strained to discern the emotion in his eyes, and if it wasn't disgust, then what was it?

Tension hung heavy in the air as you both remained silent. His eyes held yours as his head began to lean forward.

Surely he wasn’t going to- fuck.

Suddenly his tongue was gliding from your entrance to your clit, swiftly lapping up a trickle of blood without hesitation.

"Kai! What the-!" you shrieked, trying to push him away again, but he held firm.

You hoped he'd stop, finding it gross. He withdrew briefly and you thought it was over. Surely he was repulsed and you’d never hear the end of it. But no, with glistening lips, he looked up at you with not a frown, but a smirk.

"Why didn't you tell me it would taste so fucking good?" he scolded, before diving back in with his entire mouth now buried between the folds of your bloody cunt, causing a loud gasp to escape your lips.

His eyes darkened with hunger as he watched you struggle and squirm beneath him. Your attempts to push him away only fueled his desire further. He wanted to devour every inch of you, to claim you completely. His possessiveness took hold as he firmly held your thighs apart. He wasn't letting go until he'd tasted enough of you to calm his inner rage.

His tongue glided over your sensitive flesh and the sensation sent shivers coursing through your body. The moans that escaped your lips mingled with the sound of his fervent licking, every stroke of his tongue coaxing waves of pleasure to wash over you.

"Kai, please- stop!" You gasped amid moans, your body torn between resisting him and surrendering to the pleasure.

But his relentless hunger only continued, his mouth skillfully teasing and exploring your slick folds. His grip on your thighs tightened, a silent command for you to surrender to his desires.

Unable to withstand the overwhelming intensity any longer, you surrendered to the pleasure, your hands clutching at the sheets beneath you as your body quivered. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, your arousal mingling with the taste of your blood on his lips. The room filled with the sound of your moans and his wicked slurping.

He relished the taste of the metallic tang of your blood. His tongue danced across your sensitive flesh hungrily. Each lick, each flick, further fueled the fire that burned between your legs.

Your mind became foggy from the raw intensity of the moment taking over. The sight of him, his lips glistening with your red essence, only heightened the twisted pleasure that coursed through your veins.

Beneath his expert ministrations, your body responded with a desperate need for release. Your hips involuntarily bucked against his mouth, seeking more, craving the sweet release that only he could provide.

But he was in control, dictating the rhythm, the pace, prolonging your torment with each sensual stroke. His strong hands forced your hips back down onto the bed, denying your futile attempt to reach your release. You let out a whimper in protest.

“What’s wrong my little lamb? Don’t tell me you’re actually enjoying this after all that fuss you made” He mocked sadistically with the click of his tongue, a drop of blood dripping down his chin. His lips grazed your drenched entrance as he spoke. You knew Kai looked hot covered in blood, but fuck, something about it being yours this time made him even more alluring.

You couldn't find the words to respond as his fingers suddenly dipped inside your throbbing entrance, while his tongue hungrily reconnected with your clit. His lips devoured you, his eyes never leaving yours, a sinister satisfaction gleaming within them. The power he craved over the world found solace in the control he held over you in this moment.

And the pleasure from his fingers and his mouth built like an unstoppable force that threatened to consume you. You were getting close, it was obvious by the way your walls clenched around his fingers, but he didn’t stop you this time. He needed this just as badly as you did. Waves of ecstasy washed over your body, escalating with every intoxicating swirl of his tongue. Your moans grew louder, more desperate, as your body convulsed amidst your intense orgasm.

Through the haze of pleasure, you felt him withdraw from your dripping core. His eyes bore into yours. A wicked smile curved his crimson stained lips as he stared at you, taking in your disheveled state. He ran his tongue across his lips, savoring the lingering metallic taste, before licking his fingers clean. Then, without wasting any time, he pushed himself off the bed and made his way to the door to leave as if nothing ever happened. Halting in the doorway, he didn't bother to cast a glance your way as he uttered,

"Forget about planning for a baby for now. This won’t be the last time."

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With Halloween just a few days around the corner, you and Evan lounged in bed, the clock ticking toward midnight. Bathed in the glow from your phone screens in your dark room, you scrolled through Instagram until a picture caught your attention. It was Kai Anderson. Evan's hottest portrayal in American Horror Story, in your opinion.

Evan disagreed, though. Amidst his array of characters, why was Kai so attractive to you? Kai embodied his most demanding role. Vicious, sadistic, callous, a deranged sociopath—just scratching the surface. Kai couldn’t have been more different from Evan. Yet somehow, you found yourself strangely drawn to his character. It bothered Evan way more than he'd ever admit, your fascination with a character so far removed from who he really was. Someone he couldn't be for you. You were clueless, though.

A rush of warmth spread through your cheeks as you couldn't help but admire how irresistible Evan looked in his role as Kai. You double-tapped the picture on your Instagram feed. Then, an idea sparked that excited you.

"You should dress up as Kai for Halloween" You suddenly suggested, breaking the comfortable silence and catching Evan off guard as your eyes lit up with anticipation at the idea. Witnessing Evan embody Kai in real life had always been a secret desire of yours.

Evan turned to you, his features barely visible in the dimly lit bedroom, a hint of displeasure apparent in his expression as the light from his phone flickered.

"Why Kai? Couldn’t I be like.. I don’t know, Kit, or something?" he asked with a trace of irritation seeping into his voice. He didn't seem too keen on the idea.

"You know why. Kai was your hottest role. Come on, pleeease?" you begged, hoping to sway him with your persistence. Evan shook his head firmly, his gaze fixed on the screen of his phone as his fingers swiped away.

"I don't get why you like him so much, He was a freak," he muttered, his discontent becoming more obvious. Still, you were determined to convince him this time, after months of previous failed attempts. Halloween was the perfect excuse for him to dress the part, it was your favorite holiday after all.

“Okay, yes, he was a freak. But... I don't know, he was alluring, you know? Like cunning and mysterious. There’s something so hot about his character and It'd just be intriguing to see you like that," you explained, continuing your effort to persuade Evan. However, your words seemed to fall on deaf ears as he scoffed and set his phone down, turning to you with a mix of irritation and hurt.

“Sounds like you think I’m not hot enough as myself. Sorry for not being some ignorant asshole, I guess I’ll try harder," he quipped mockingly, a tinge of jealousy tainting his tone. You were taken aback by the sudden shift in his demeanor, your eyes widening in surprise.

You had mentioned your attraction to Kai’s character multiple times before, and sure, Evan didn’t seem to understand why. But he rarely displayed any signs of being upset with you, which made the current situation all the more disconcerting. Sensing his unease, you drew a deep breath and sat upright in bed, inching closer to him.

“I didn't mean it like that. Evan, you're perfect—" you began, but he interjected, frustration lacing his voice, cutting your sentence short.

“If I’m perfect then why do you want me to pretend to be someone so different?”

Placing his phone on the nightstand, he huffed and turned away from you, facing the other side of the bed.

Once again, you found yourself taken aback by his abrupt reaction. You paused for a moment in confusion and shock, trying to figure out what had just happened. He had never acted like this before with you, considering he hardly ever got emotional. You were at a loss for words at his sudden outburst.

Switching off your phone, you reached out, laying a comforting hand on his shoulder, hoping to diffuse the tension.

"Evan—" you started, only to be cut off again.

"Goodnight," he muttered, cutting the conversation short.

-

The days that followed dragged on, each one feeling like an eternity, weighed down by the unspoken tension between you and Evan. You attempted to bring up the issue multiple times, hoping for some kind of resolution, but Evan remained frustratingly distant and dismissive. He was never the best at handling conflict. Now, on your favorite holiday, you found yourself alone, managing the enthusiastic trick-or-treaters as Evan was busy at work.

“Trick or treat!" A group of kids dressed as various superheroes cheered, eagerly holding out their candy-filled bags. You scooped up a handful of sweets from your diminishing bowl, delighting in their excitement before they dashed off to the next house. Then, you looked back down at the empty bowl in your hands and a sinking feeling settled in—you were officially out of candy for the night.

Yet another loud knock could be heard at your frontdoor. It was starting to annoy you, honestly. Halloween just wasn’t as fun without Evan, and the conflict from the other night was hindering your mood.

Letting out a resigned sigh, you placed the now-empty bowl down, preparing to face the disappointed children outside. You reluctantly answered the insistent knock with a sense of impending disappointment.

“I’m so sorry but I’m all ou-“

As you opened the door, your voice caught in your throat as your eyes met a spine-chilling clown mask. The clown stood in front of you, dressed in a sleek leather outfit, a shock of vibrant blue hair peeking out of the mask, sending an unexpected shiver down your spine. It was Evan dressed head to toe as Kai Anderson, no doubt.

"Trick or treat," his voice emerged muffled from behind the mask, carrying an indescribable aura of eeriness that lingered in the air.

You stood frozen, barely able to process the sight of him standing at your doorstep. The leather trench coat draped over his broad shoulders exuded an air of rugged allure. His hands hidden beneath leather gloves.

“Eva-“ You went to speak but you were cut short as he pushed past you into the entrance of your house. You gulped nervously as you shut the door, your eyes traced the lines of his long coat. The mask, more terrifying up close, added an element of mystery that kept you on edge, unsure of what his intentions were. The absence of words only heightened the suspense, leaving you grappling with a whirlwind of shock and confusion, wondering what had led to this unexpected turn of events. Why did he change his mind? Wasn’t he upset? Your thoughts were quickly interrupted as he suddenly shoved you against the wall, your back thudding loudly against it. Then, his slender fingers encircled your throat, curling possessively around it, a mix of fear and an unfamiliar thrill coursing through your veins. Your breath hitched, and you struggled to form words, only to be silenced by the command of his voice muffled by the mask.

“Don't say a word," he growled, his words sending a shiver through your spine, leaving you helplessly surrendered to his whims.

Suddenly, his free hand made its way beneath your shirt, the abrasive touch of the leather gloves sending a jolt of surprise through you. You couldn't help but widen your eyes at the unexpected boldness of his move, the sensation of his hand then slipping beneath your bra sent shivers down your spine. The firmness of his grip on your breast, almost bordering on pain, was a stark departure from any touch from him before, carrying an undeniable possessiveness that frightened you. Struggling to maintain your composure, you stifled any sounds that threatened to escape your lips, submitting to his dominance. His large hand kneaded your breast, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in its wake before withdrawing briefly, only to remove your shirt entirely, baring you to his intense gaze. You couldn’t predict a single move of his. It was terrifying, but fuck was it hot.

With swift precision, he unfastened your bra, discarding it without a second thought. Another shiver coursed through you as he loomed above, his eerie mask casting a shadow over your form. He remained motionless, tension growing thicker the longer you both remained silent. Then, his deep voice cut through the silence.

“Get on your fucking knees."

Almost stumbling, you complied, your legs quivering with a mix of fear and anticipation, submitting wholly to his will. It wasn't the first time you found yourself in this vulnerable stance, but this time was different. He was different.

His gloved thumb delicately traced your jawline as you met his gaze with apprehension. With practiced ease, he discarded his belt, before swiftly attending to his zipper. In one fluid motion, he peeled off his pants and boxers, revealing his hardened arousal that was already dripping precum.

“Suck it.” He commanded.

Despite the persistent knocking from trick or treaters at your front door, you both chose to disregard it, finding the current moment far more exhilarating. Inhaling deeply, you extended your tongue, trembling slightly as you delicately encircled the tip.

"Don't tease," he growled immediately, seizing the back of your hair and forcefully guiding your mouth onto his thick cock. Your eyes widened in response to the sudden contact with the back of your throat, prompting an involuntary gag to slip from your lips. His uncharacteristic roughness caught you off guard. Heat surged between your thighs as you obediently sucked on his throbbing cock, drawing it in slowly. His masked head tilted back, accompanied by muffled groans escaping his lips, as he guided your head further. You moaned softly against his cock, vibrations rippling through his body.

He indulged you for only a few more minutes before impatiently scooping you up with his muscular arms and throwing you over his shoulder, marching toward the bedroom to handle your matters there. While Kai would have seized the moment and taken you right where you were without hesitation, showing no regard for your comfort, Evan, despite his convincing portrayal, remained considerate. Carrying you to the bed, he tossed you onto your back on the soft mattress.

His gentleness vanished in an instant, though, as he straddled you on the bed, taking control of the situation once again. He swiftly pinned your wrists above your head, leaving you entirely at his mercy. A soft gasp escaped your lips, caught off guard by his sudden assertiveness. This wasn't the Evan you knew in the bedroom. He was fully committed to his role. You asked for it, after all.

As he loomed over you on the bed, his hand firmly restraining yours, he used his free hand to finally remove the unsettling clown mask. Bright blue locks fell over his shoulders as the mask fell to the floor, revealing a piercing intensity in his gaze that you had never witnessed from him before.

The blue hair suited him well. When you had suggested the Kai reenactment, you hadn't anticipated his full commitment to the blue hair, but you were pleasantly surprised. His hair was a bit shorter and naturally curlier than Kai’s, but still he looked so damn hot. However, there was little time to appreciate his appearance as his free hand suddenly grasped your skirt and tugged it off, along with your panties, leaving you completely exposed.

The sudden exposure coaxed yet another gasp from your lips, the rush of cold air hitting your skin causing your body to shiver involuntarily. Evan's hungry gaze swept over your bared form with an intensity that sent a thrilling chill down your spine. In an instant, his lips crashed against your neck, fervently nibbling and sucking on the delicate skin. His lips traced a heated path up your neck, his warm breath tickling your ear as he finally spoke.

“If you're gonna fantasize like a little slut, then I'm gonna treat you like one,” he murmured in a low, sadistic tone. His free hand roughly grasped your thigh, pushing it open and positioning himself in the space between. His swollen tip lined up with your glistening entrance before plunging in forcefully without providing you any time to prepare and eliciting a sharp yelp. He paused briefly, nearly breaking character out of instinctual concern, but he didn’t stop. His hand grasped your thigh firmly, exerting a force that felt as though he wanted to consume you, as he withdrew and thrust back in with even more intensity than before.

"Fuck!" The exclamation tore from your lips as the burning sensation of his rough thrust consumed you. His tight grip on your thigh shifted to your throat, cutting off any noise you might make.

"Didn't I tell you to be quiet?" he growled callously. His length buried deep within your warmth, he let out a low, satisfied groan.

"Is this what you were hoping for? Huh? To be treated like some worthless slut by Kai? You fucking love this, don’t you?" he snarled out between each forceful thrust, glaring down at your contorted face as the rhythm of his movements continued to escalate in intensity. Your legs quivered uncontrollably as he filled you in a manner you had never felt before. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his blue locks bounced with each powerful thrust. His tight hold on your throat released, granting you a precious moment to gasp for air, only to have it knocked out of you again with another relentless pounding. Releasing his grip on your wrists, his hand found purchase on your waist, swiftly flipping your body over onto all fours. His member slipped out momentarily, but without hesitation, he thrust it back into your soaking wet cunt, prompting your back to arch sharply in response. You couldn't contain a loud, muffled moan as you clung tightly to the sheets.

“I told you to shut the fuck up," he growled, his voice laced with a commanding edge, before seizing the back of your head and shoving your face forcefully into the bedding.

You couldn't hold back the series of moans escaping your lips, now muffled by the bedsheets. His relentless pounding sent a mix of groans and curses into the air, blending with your own cries. Despite his violent thrusts becoming increasingly sloppy, he continued relentlessly.

"That's it, so fucking good," he groaned, punctuating his words with a sharp slap on your ass.

His hand found its way back to your hair, this time seizing a fistful to yank you back against his sweaty chest, your spine flush against his torso. His breath, warm and ragged, grazed your ear as he emitted another low, guttural groan, his grip on your hips tightening.

“Taking me so damn well, like your little pussy’s trying to swallow me whole," he cursed into your ear.

Your slick trickled down your thighs with each relentless thrust, the room resonating with a symphony of both your voices, the shared inability to contain the mounting pleasure.

“'m so close- fuck!," you cried out, your body quivering against his, on the brink of euphoria.

"Aw, you wanna cum? Hope you weren’t expecting me to let you without some persuasion," he chuckled sadistically. His movements grew even more intense, surpassing what you thought possible, as if he were determined to push you to the brink of madness while you struggled to contain your impending release.

"Fuck—Please! P-Please, Evan I can't—I can't hold it—" you cried out, your voice trembling with desperation. His calloused hand glided down between your thighs, tracing circles on your sensitive, wet bud, whilst he continued to pound you from behind.

"Good girl. Let it all out, baby," he praised in a hushed tone against your ear, his own groans intermingling with your cries.

Without a moment's delay, your climax surged through you, your essence spilling over his cock and onto the sheets. Your body convulsed violently while his movements grew erratic. He then dropped you back onto the bed, his body collapsing onto yours as he chased his own impending release vigorously.

Abruptly, he withdrew his member from your slick walls, leaving them throbbing with the sudden absence. He pumped himself hastily, the tension building quickly until he finally reached his climax.

“Oh my- baby- f-fuck,” he groaned shakily, spilling his warm cum all over your bruised ass. Usually, he'd finish inside—you were on birth control, after all—but not this time. He was determined to make a mess out of you, marking you with his seed.

Collapsing beside you in the bed, his body finally relaxed, heavy pants escaping both of you as you gradually descended from your shared high.

"Holy shit, that was... intense," he managed, a faint smile gracing his lips as he slowly returned to his normal self. You couldn't help but release a soft chuckle, the lingering rush of adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

“You really know how to play a role, don’t you?" you remarked, a glimmer of admiration in your voice. His grin widened, a mischievous glint flickering in his eyes as he traced a gentle line down your arm, sending a shiver cascading down your spine. Returning his playful energy, you offered a coy smile, your fingers dancing lightly along his skin.

“Seems like Kai wasn't so terrible after all," you teased, amusement tingeing your tone.

“Maybe I should embrace that side more often.” He responded with a chuckle. Pulling you closer, he murmured, the dim light casting a soft glow around you both.

“Um.. by the way, I’m sorry about the other day. I guess I felt like Kai had something to offer you that I didn’t and I got kind of jealous. Silly, I know." He confessed, the honesty evident in his voice. Resting your head on his chest, you let out a contented sigh.

“Evan, you’re all I’ve ever wanted. Kai is just a part of you. What you did just now was all you, and it was fucking incredible," you reassured him, your words soothing. It was as if a weight had been lifted off both of you. His fingers gently tangled in your hair as he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, absorbing your comforting words.

“You’re right," he murmured, his voice soft and genuine.

• this man would worship the ground you walk on. like he would give you anything and everything.

• he’d work extra hard at work to afford buying you the prettiest of lingerie because he just fucking adores your body in it and wants you to feel beautiful.

• he’d spoil you with more than just gifts too. he’ll give you multiple orgasms if you’ll allow him to. he just loves seeing you in a state of euphoria. kit is a giver for sure.

• “you taste so sweet, suga’” he’d praise while placing gentle kisses between your thighs. he could stay between them for hours.

• you’d be his pillow princess. though he secretly loves it if you get on top, he’ll never ask it of you. he doesn’t want you to have to do any work, ever.

• missionary is most common with him. he just loves being able to see your face and make sure you’re enjoying every second. he’ll hold your hands the entire time too.

• and he’d always take extra precaution when first entering inside of you, watching you intently and making sure you’re fully ready before he goes any further.

• “you okay baby? don’t be afraid to tell me if you want me to stop” he’d repeat every. single. time.

• he could fuck you all day everyday if you let him. but he doesn’t show it. he’s more concerned about taking care of your needs.

• every once in awhile though, he just can’t help himself. he craves you so badly. sometimes he just has to have you if he’s been containing himself for too long.

• when he gets home after a long day at work and sees you in an apron with your back turned, working diligently in the kitchen to prepare dinner for the two of you, suddenly he’s starving.

• he would press up against you from behind with his painfully hard erection to let you know that he needs you now.

• “baby.. i don’t mean to spoil dinner, but i’m real hungry for somethin’ else right now.”

• next thing you know he’s got you propped up on the kitchen counter, cock burying between your legs as he tries to cure his insatiable hunger.

• he’d fuck the shit out of you. far less gentle than he’d normally be. this is the only time he allows himself to be a little selfish. he can’t help it.

• that’s until he smells burning coming from the food you were previously cooking. he’d apologize a million times and quickly order takeout to share as soon as you both finish.

• “m’sorry doll, just couldn’t help myself when ya’ looked so pretty in that apron.”

• of course he just has to make it up to you by working overtime and coming home with more expensive gifts for you the next day.

• when Kai said he’d find a way to make sure his people know how much he loves them by helping them, he meant it.

• if he found you touching yourself alone in your bedroom, he’d offer his help. not without gaining something from it, of course.

• “you know, i could do a whole lot more for you.” he’d pipe in cockily from the entrance of your bedroom doorway.

• though Kai prefers to be on the receiving end, there’s nothing he loves more than deliberately driving you to insanity, and eating you out just so happens to put him in the perfect position to do so.

• he’d crouch between your legs at the edge of your bed and push your wet panties aside. without wasting any time, he’d spread your wet folds open and lick slowly from your entrance to your clit, lightly applying pressure with his tongue when he reaches your sensitive bud, before repeating the same motion ever so slowly to tease you.

• he doesn’t break eye contact with you. loves watching the faces you make from between your trembling thighs as he tortures you with his tongue. it fuels his ego.

• if you impatiently tried to push his tongue in any further, he’d land a harsh slap across your thigh.

• “you thought you could fuck my face? you’re so fucking filthy. try that again and i’ll tie your hands to the bed frame.”

• eventually he’d get fed up with your squirming and follow through with his threat. he’d undo the belt around his waist and tie your wrists tightly to the wooden post of your bed with it so that you would be completely at his mercy.

• he wouldn’t waste a single second before diving between your thighs again with his swollen lips.

• he’d overstimulate your clit with his tongue and use his strong hands to keep your shaking thighs spread wide, providing his mouth full access to explore all of you.

• you never know if he’ll deny you of an orgasm or ravage your pussy until you’re begging him to stop.

• and even then, when you’re writhing and screaming for mercy, he wont stop until he’s satisfied. if you thought he was doing this for you, boy were you wrong.

• his tight grip would leave painful bruises, but the feeling of him hungrily lapping up your juices would be far stronger.

• “tastes. so. fucking. good.” he’d groan against your wet folds between licks.

• needless to say, he’d make you cum over and over and over, until you’re numb.

• once he’s finally finished, he’d force you into a rough kiss for you to taste your own fluid on his tongue.

• he’d leave you tied up to the bed for someone else in the cult to find you in your shaking messy state.

• he’s very possessive of you.

• like if any other ghost in the house bats an eye at you, he’ll bend you over and fuck you senseless just to make it clear that you’re his.

• “no one else can make you feel this good. no. one.” he’d growl out between sharp thrusts.

• he’ll leave hickies all over your neck and body for everyone to see (and also in places they can’t see) to mark his territory. he thinks they look so pretty on you.

• has an obsession with fucking you. he’s addicted to how good it feels to be inside of you.

• trying to sleep? doesn’t matter. trying to study? doesn’t matter. trying to cook? doesn’t matter. he’ll force your thighs open whether you want it or not.

• “aww you don’t want this? then why’s your pretty little pussy dripping for me?”

• he gets a little too rough sometimes and he loses control. he’s got some pent up anger that becomes increasingly apparent from the way he chokes you as if he’s trying to break your neck. or the way he leaves purple hand prints on your ass. or maybe it’s the way he fucks your sore cunt relentlessly and you’re bedridden for days.

• bruises accompany the hickies he leaves on your skin.

• will make you suck him off till your jaw aches. loves the way your pretty lips wrap around his swollen cock.

(pov: tate watching as you suck him off in his latex suit)

• “c’mon baby, do it one more time. don’t you wanna make daddy feel good?”

• will call up your father while he’s fucking you just to torment him with your screams that can be heard through the phone.

• “hey mr. y/l/n, you’d better hurry and get home. your daughters losing her innocence and fuck- she feels sooo good.”

• would finish inside of you as soon as your father arrives to the scene. the look of horror on his face would drive tate to his climax.

• he doesn’t pull out of course.

• needless to say, he’s not allowed back in your house (as if that’s going to stop him).

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• if i know one thing for sure, it’s that he work’s magic with those large hands of his.

• his big dick is already plenty.. but god do his hands send you into overdrive.

• an absolute master at overstimulating you.

• if his fingers aren’t working inside of you, they’re rubbing circles on your clit, squeezing your breasts, grabbing your ass, admiring every inch of your body instinctively while he fucks the shit out of you.

• loves when you ride him so he can admire your body (especially your breasts). will thrust up into you if you’re not going fast enough and eventually flip you over so that he’s in control.

• he tries not to be too aggressive but sometimes he can’t help himself when it just feels so goddamn good.

• he could break you if he tried.

• he also tries not to be vocal but sometimes he just can’t help it.

• actually, most of the time he’s cursing or calling you sweet names. they sound so pretty coming out of his mouth.

• he’s such a horny fucker.

• any time you’re spooning he gets hard just from the feeling of your ass pressed against him.

• if you move even slightly while in that position he’ll lose control. next thing you know he’s got you pinned down on the bed while he’s undoing his belt.

• has a private collection in his phone of all of your nudes and uses them multiple times a day to get himself off whenever he’s away from you on business trips.

• he’ll call you as soon as he gets out of meetings to tell you how much he needs you.

• let’s just say phone sex is frequent whenever you’re apart.

• he absolutely hates being away from you. but the way he fucks you when he returns is sooo worth the wait.

• he’ll fuck you so hungrily, like he’s been starving for years. strings of praises and i love you’s would spill from his mouth with every desperate thrust.

• and don’t even get me started on how he would eat you out after not having tasted you for weeks. he would practically force you to sit on his face.

• loves having quickies before he goes to work. he says it gives him good luck.

• if you teasingly sext him during his filming he’ll disappear from the set to take care of his (big) problem.

• you’re all that he can think about for the rest of the day. he can’t even remember his lines. of course he makes you pay for it as soon as he gets home.

• “you thought i would forget about what you did earlier? that’s cute. now get on your knees and finish what you started.”

• whenever he’s had a rough day at work, he’ll come home and abuse your pussy to relieve all of his frustrations. it can go on for hours.

• but he’ll finish with gentle after care. drawing you a nice warm bath and helping you get cleaned up from the mess he made of you.

• the next day he absolutely destroys it on set, just like he destroyed you the night before. ;)

• this boy is needy as fuck.

• he’s dead. he’s got nothing better to do than fuck you at any given opportunity. like multiple times a day if you’ll let him.

• when he’s not fucking you, he’ll likely watch you secretly whenever you’re naked and he’ll touch himself. god he loves seeing you naked. especially whenever you take showers. that’s his favorite entertainment.

• touches himself in bed beside you when you’re sleeping too. if his own hand just isn’t enough, you’ll wake up to his cock stuffed between your thighs as he tries to take care of his little problem.

• this boy is far from vanilla. don’t get me wrong, sex with Tate can be casual at times. but he has all of the time in the world. he wants to explore everything with you.

• he’s definitely a switch.

• he plays the dominant part so well. he can be rough, sadistic, anything to hear you scream his name. he wants the whole house to hear.

• but he also definitely subs. he loves to be praised and taken care of. will breastfeed and call you mommy. loves having his hair played with and will beg for permission to cum.

• he loves the name calling. when he’s being dominant, you call him daddy. when he’s being submissive, he calls you mommy.

• he’s possessive as fuck.

• will make you call him daddy in front of other people. he wants everyone to know that you’re his.

• loves knowing that other ghosts in the house can see him fucking your brains out. he wants to be seen.

• kinky lil shit loves fucking you around your parents and any visitors. will bend you over across the room and secretly take you from behind.

• and whenever you’re on the phone he’s definitely got his head buried between your thighs, working magic on your folds to make it nearly impossible for you to hold a conversation.

• his favorite position is doggy when he’s in control, so he can take you from behind as hard as he wants. pull your hair, spank you, shove your face into the sheets, etc.

• when he’s submissive, he loves when you ride him. loves to see your breasts bounce and suck on them. also loves to be edged, completely under your control. his whines are so pretty.

• oh, and he definitely brings out the latex suit.