kai is the best !!

when kai asked for a movie night with you, you expected the cuddling. you expected the way he’d pull you into his lap and keep his arms wrapped around you. you even expected the occasional peck of his soft lips against your skin, but you weren’t prepared for his kisses to land on your neck instead of your cheek. it surprises you, but it’s innocent enough to ignore for a while. he doesn’t linger very long, just planting a few small kisses along your pulse point.

you’re able to calm down after a minute, adjusting to your best friend’s newfound interest in your neck. he keeps his head rested against your shoulder, the warm skin of his cheek heating you up. he’s calm and quiet every time he speaks up, making one-off comments about the movie that you only respond to sometimes. with him leaning on you like this, you can feel the vibrations from his voice rumbling against you.

you start dozing off at some point, too relaxed to bother keeping your eyes open, letting your body go lax against kai’s. the slow rhythm of his hands drawing up and down your body helps you drift off; his innocent, soft touches have always comforted you.

“you tired?” he asks, voice low. he entertains himself with the soft skin of your thigh, gently grazing his fingers against it. it sends a shiver down your spine.

“yeah,” you answer, and even you can hear the slow, sleepy lilt in your response. you feel kai’s lips pull into a small smile before he’s pecking your shoulder carefully.

“do you want me to take you to bed?”

you hum, considering his offer, but you don’t feel like moving around. the second you hit your mattress, you’ll probably lose all your drowsiness. “no, i’m comfortable,” you say.

kai giggles, “okay.” he places his hands on your waist and maneuvers you until you’re facing him instead of the television. it’s easy to move you around when you’re so relaxed, just letting him do whatever he wants. you blink at him slowly, taking in his soft features under the dim lights. he looks angelic. you think you tell him that, but you’re only half-awake and can’t really think well.

he brings his face back into your neck, nosing up the column of your throat languidly. a hand on your thigh gently urges you closer, pressing you further into him until you’re chest-to-chest. he keeps his head buried against you, and his affection nearly drowns you. in your sleepy daze, you accept his actions happily, feeling nothing but cherished by your best friend.

the moment builds up so slowly that it barely hits you when he places a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your skin, right under your jaw. the heat of his mouth feels like heaven against you, and you can’t bring yourself to push him away, too comfortable and content to deny his touches. he drags his lips a little further down, sucking lightly against your neck, taking just a small taste of you.

there’s a heat building inside you now, a growing need that you only register when it’s too late. you’re too far into the moment, too entranced by the feeling to pull away. you let him do as he pleases with your pliant body, indulging in the slow, firm drag of his hands over your sides and the glide of his warm tongue against your flesh.

he kisses all over your skin like he needs to keep you warm, humming pleasantly as he brings his mouth to your shoulder. his fingers dip ever so slightly under your shirt, resting on your bare skin, a faint tickle against your waist. his teeth just barely scrape against your skin, and a tiny mewl slips out of you before you can think about controlling yourself.

he pulls his lips off you after that, face flushing red like he’s the one who made the embarrassing noise. cool air hits the saliva trail kai left on your neck, and suddenly you’re missing the heat of his mouth. your stomach’s still twisted up in knots, all worked up from kai’s relentless attention.

“i’m sorry,” he finally says, hands slipping out from under your shirt. his touch lands on your upper thighs instead, just below your hips. you try hard to push down the arousal that pools in your gut, fearing the possibility of making a fool of yourself even more than you already have.

“it’s okay,” you reply meekly. you can’t tell if the silence that fills the room is tense because it’s awkward or because everything feels so intimate. you have to put in a conscious effort to not let your hips buck against his, still perched on his lap. it’s only now that you realize how hard kai’s gotten beneath you, a prominent tent in his pants. you ignore it for both his sake and your own.

“w-we should stop,” he stutters out, loosening the hold he has on you like he’s ready to let you go. you tighten your legs around his, not wanting him to pry you off. this is stupid, and you know you should just go to bed, but you fear what will happen when you finally let the moment fall.

“yeah…” you agree quietly, even though your actions don’t match your words. you stay right where you are, and your eyes betray you when they dart down to his lips. they’re pink and coated with his saliva, and it doesn’t help you simmer down at all. you only feel more restless. his hands find your hips, holding you still against him. it seems like neither of you are willing to pull away.

his gaze flits behind you for a moment. “the movie’s over,” he says.

you hum and nod. it’s quiet for a few seconds as you think of what to say to fill the silence. “it was pretty good,” you say, making boring, meaningless conversation. you’re not thinking about the movie at all.

“yeah, it was,” he agrees. it’s almost like you can see the restraint he’s summoning upon himself to not pounce on you.

nothing seems to dissipate the tension in the air. you’re stuck staring at each other, and it’s like you’re both waiting for the other to make a move. his hands drift a little lower, sprawling out on your thighs. his large palms engulf your flesh so easily. you gulp.

your hands ease themselves onto kai’s chest, ignoring how firm and strong he feels under you. you only put your hands there to ground yourself. you’re only doing this to keep yourself sane. that’s what you’re telling yourself, at least.

“you got anything to do tomorrow?” you ask, voice shaky as you try to keep your tone casual. his fingertips inch up your thighs to breach into your shorts, slight enough to not need to mention it.

“no,” he answers a little breathlessly. your hands trail up until they’re resting around his neck. it would be easy to pull him in for a kiss like this, but you don’t think about that.

“me either,” you say, whispering now. you feel your heart pounding in your chest. there’s a pulse in your core, too, but you promised yourself you’d ignore that. you barely feel able to breathe.

kai’s eyes fall to your lips. you take the opportunity to let your gaze fall to his own, admiring the rosy swell once again. his hands tighten against you in a way that’s barely noticeable, but since you’re so attuned to every little thing happening, you catch it easily.

you find each other’s eyes again at the same time, and mercy finds you both then—you pull into each other hungrily, lips colliding like you can’t bear another second apart. he moans into your mouth, working against you like he needs to swallow you whole. you’re just as desperate as him, hands scrunching up into the fabric of his shirt as you push your tongue into his mouth.

he doesn’t part for a second, not daring to let up on his kiss, and you let him consume you completely. your mind is spinning, and all you can think about is how incredible his mouth is. he kisses like that’s what he was put on earth to do, diving into your mouth like he needs to taste you to survive.

you whine when his palm meets your clothed center, rubbing against your cunt like he knows how hard you’ve been holding back. you grind against his hand unabashedly, possessed by the need to sink into the pleasure he gives you. your hand travels down his torso until you’re palming the bulge in his pants. you work your hand over him in the same rhythm he rubs his fingers against you, calculated and needy.

you’re panting into his mouth now, leaving it wide open for him to swirl his tongue into. your legs clamp around his hand, feeling yourself nearing your peak, and you can’t stop whimpering and moaning. you feel pathetic, you feel like some bitch in heat, but kai seems to absolutely love it.

he pulls away from your mouth to praise you, “pretty. pretty girl. fuck, i really want you.”

you’re entranced by how swollen his lips have become, looking all the more sinful, making your cunt gush pathetically. your stomach tenses up, orgasm approaching quickly, and kai bucks his hips up into your hand. he seems to be getting close too.

“kai, need to cum, please, need it,” you moan, and he doesn’t let up on his rhythm against your core. you almost feel like crying. you can taste your high as it approaches, chasing it by grinding your hips against him faster.

“yeah, let go, cum for me,” he says, sounding just as broken and pathetic as you. your climax hits you like sweet relief, leaving you crying out as kai helps you make a mess of your panties. you feels kai’s dick twitch beneath your palm as you ride out your high, and you jerk your hand over him greedily until he’s spent and spilling his load into his pants. he throws his head back with a deep moan, thrusting up against you until he’s coming back down.

you’re exhausted, sinking against him and leaning into his chest. you don’t even have the energy to talk about the line you just crossed with him. he doesn’t speak up either, only running his hand down your back as he catches his breath.

a few minutes pass, and you think he might be asleep. the rise and fall of his chest is steady, and it almost lulls you into slumber as well. you’d be perfectly content laying in his arms and resting here, but you feel too gross and sweaty to stay. you let a few peaceful minutes pass before slowly prying yourself from kai’s hold—not without his sleepy refusals to let you go—and head off to go shower.

you don’t know if you should go back to the couch with him, or if you should lay in bed and give yourselves some space. you stay in the shower longer than you need to, not wanting to make any decisions that’s going to alter the course of your friendship with kai. you groan; you should’ve thought of that before hooking up with him. you lean your head against the shower wall, shutting your eyes tight. rationality only comes to you at the worst times.

Time flies when saving lives or when you’re standing still, astonished by what lies beneath the skin and muscle of your patient. The surgical operating room was quiet except for the soft hum of machines and the rhythmic beeping of monitors. Dr. Huening stood over an open abdomen, brows furrowed beneath his surgical cap. Kai had performed numerous colon resections in his career. Scheduled cases like this one were meant to be routine. Predictable. Safe. However, the segment of colon they had planned to remove was not to be expected. The normally pink organ was necrotic, and rotting black flesh had spread well beyond the imaging estimates.

He paused, his gloved hands suspended for a moment. Then he sighs, “We need to do a total colectomy,” he said to the team. “Her colon’s not viable.”

The usual light-hearted happy man was in his negative state, making the whole room feel different. There were no arguments. No hesitation. There couldn’t be; they didn’t want to feel the wrath of Negative Kai. The surgical team moved quickly, changing instruments and meds. Kai worked with steady hands, but in the back of his mind, he was already thinking about what this would mean for the patient.

When the patient woke up in the recovery room, it took her a moment to understand where she was. Her eyes squint against the soft overhead light. Her hand instinctively went to her abdomen. Kai was already standing nearby, uncomfortable heat filled his chest, knowing the reaction he was going to get. His surgical cap now removed, his dark hair was damp with sweat from hours of operating. The patient’s breath hitched, and fingertips met the plastic of a colostomy bag. Taking a dry gulp, Kai stepped forward, ready to explain to the heartbroken patient the unplanned surgery and her new lifestyle. 

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I didn’t want this for you. But I’ll make sure you have the support you need. You won’t go through this alone.” Kai watches the tears fall from the patient’s face. When his phone goes off, he quickly looks at the message alerting him of a trauma. Looking back at the devastated woman, he knows that there is nothing else he can do for her at the moment.

Kai rushes out of the room, looking back at the bold letters, TRAUMA CODE RED – GSW ABDOMEN – OR 2 IMMEDIATE. Sprinting towards the operating rooms, white coat billowing behind him, turning the heads of the people of the hospital.

Flying through the door, coming up to the scrub sink, he tore off his coat, frantically tying his cap and mask on before scrubbing in. Adrenaline peaking is observed while watching the inside, OR rushing to situate materials, hooking the patient onto the monitor, and injecting every medication in the book into the patient.

“Thirty-year-old male, gunshot wound to the lower abdomen, hypotensive, and unconscious on arrival,” the trauma resident informed Kai as he entered, tugging on gloves. Not wanting to waste another breath, he stepped to the table, taking command.

“Let’s open him up now.” The first scalpel stroke cut through skin and tissue with practiced precision. Liquid crimson of blood overflows, too much, too fast. Kai’s hands were in, looking for the source.

“Pack it. Suction here. I’ve got a major bleeder likely iliac,” he said. Tension filled the room, sweat drips from Kai’s forehead as he works quickly. Red chaos bright under the surgical lights motivates Kai to work with more intensity.

“He’s bradying!” the anesthesiologist warned.

Kai didn’t look up. “More suction and more blood to compensate. We are not losing him.”

He exposed the source of the bleed, a shredded loop of small bowel and a nicked iliac branch. He clamped it, “Bleeding controlled. Let’s assess the bowel. Lap pads and suction.”

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Kai pushes through the door away from the surgical rooms, he advances like a zombie as he tears away his light purple cap, falling onto the closest seat he can find. Exhaustion engulfs him, the consequences of the day catching up. Moments after, you burst through the same doors, however, you were as cool as a cucumber. A sigh of relief and another surgery, well done, leads you to the desks. Typing away, charting post-op, your peripheral vision spots a familiar man. You take a few glances at the surgeon passed out on the chair, eyes tracing Kai’s form, the bump of his Adam’s apple, tense broad shoulders, and his muscular pecs peaking through his scrubs.

Crack Snap

Instantly rolling your eyes, you knew the sounds of your scrub nurse’s infamous bubble gum chewing habit. Whipping your head to the source of getting you out of your trance, you see Yeonjun.

He shakes his head, “I see you giving him the sex eyes, just talk to him.”

“Shut up,” you roll your eyes once more, staring back at the surgeon.

Memories of your intern year flash back, when you first met Kai, first day. He was so innocent, willing to learn everything and anything. The look in his big brown eyes he had when he saw an open body cavity for the first time. Part of you thought he wasn’t meant to be a surgeon because of his kind, angel-like aura. However, another part of you thought that he would be a great asset to the surgical field. A natural, not only in general surgery, but also in studies and trials, succeeding in almost every ground-breaking experiment the hospital was working on. 

It was mostly due to his good eye for detail, little did you know that he mostly had his eyes on you. For all of his internship years, Kai had a crush on you. Holding himself back, of course, because he knew you were headstrong in your work, so was he, so he stayed back and just admired you from afar.

However, his small crush on you stayed put since you two and Taehyun became roommates. Till this day, he doesn’t know if being roommates with you was a good idea. With less money to spend on rent, carpooling was efficient, and being close to people who understand surgical life, it was great. That is, until he hears your sweet melody hum drown out the silence of the house, your act of service with a perfectly made coffee. Then witnesses you walking unapologetically around in your underwear, the scent of your body wash, while he takes a shower in your shared bathroom. And don’t get him started on your confidence with walking in while he’s using the shower. He was tired, not by the weight of heroism people give doctors, but tired of having to see your slutty ass fucking his friends. 

His bright eyes were now sunken in from lack of sleep. Clean-cut hair and a face prepared for good impressions were now grown-out wavy locks and stubble, covering his permanent half smile. These past few years have not been kind to him. He is still a great surgeon, better than you thought, but Kai is surely burnt out.

A small smile creeps onto your lips as you think of Kai; he’s been so sweet to you and patient. You walk over to the man, standing in front of him, receiving no response. Moments of continuously staring at Kai, you shake your head at his lack of awareness, pinching his shoulder to wake him up.

“Ow!” he grimaces now fully awake, rubbing his shoulder where your fingers grabbed.

"You look like shit," you spat at him, coming closer and rubbing his pinched spot as an apology.

"Yeah, I feel like it," Kai says, tilting his head back, putting the surgical cap on his face.

A few seconds away from falling back to sleep, he hears the voice he’s always been drawn to, "Can I do anything to make you feel better?"

A smirk twitches on Kai’s lips, moving his cap a bit so his eye peaks out, "In a doctor way or in a get drunk and do stuff way?"

You perk up, bouncing on your toes, “Wanna go to the bar?”

“I’d rather go home, I’ve had a long day.” He sighs with a pitiful pout.

You’re quick to grab both of Kai’s arms using all your strength to bring him up to his feet. He complies but slouches over you, arm over one of your shoulders, and the other arm around your waist. Both of you bid your goodbyes to Yeonjun as you pass by.

The drive home was quiet, you felt the familiar tension of a tough day radiating off of Kai. You didn’t want to push him to talk, not right now at least, knowing sometimes it's better to let it sink in silence. 

Walking up to the front door, quickly unlocking it to scream, “Taehyun, we’re home!” You received no response, stepping into the kitchen to look at the chore chart that turned into a schedule chart of the three of you guys, to see that Tae is working tonight. Turning around to the cabinet of alcohol beverages, ready to start mixing drinks and get drunk off your ass, you watch as Kai waddles past the kitchen to the bathroom. You pout, No drinks?

Standing in the middle of the kitchen, contemplating what to do for your poor friend. A quick shot of tequila, you strut towards the bathroom door. You knock on the door and let yourself into the bathroom. “Do you want to vent?” You ask softly, and Kai grumbles.

You sigh at his answer, moving closer to the shower door to open it. He was standing there, his back faced to you, drowning himself in the waterfall.

“Well, if you’re not going to get better in the drunk way, how about we do stuff?”

Kai chuckles, looking back, “Do you realize what I was implying?”

He looked back to see your face, and reality struck him. You’re standing there with a quirked eyebrow, looking at him fully naked. If your dark gaze didn’t give you away, it would be the dark blush on your cheeks. “Oh!” he gasps, turning fully towards you, revealing all of him. 

“Your ass is nice but your dick is also very nice.” You say with a smirk.

“D-did you start drinking without me?” Kai asked, blush engulfing his whole body.

You shut the door and disappear for a second, Kai stands there confused until the opening of the shower door reveals your now naked body. You step in, literally testing the waters, then step closer to the man. Watching his jaw clench, biting his lip, Kai was holding himself back like he always did. Holding back from a confession, holding back what he wants, holding back his need to hold you.

Kai was jolted out of his thoughts when soft fingertips touched him. Your hand smooths up his chest up to the nape of his neck, scratching his damp scalp. He falls back, eyes closing at the soothing feeling, so close to losing himself. Once you leaned in to the point your perky nipples smooshed into his pecs, there was no holding back. Kai opens his eyes, and his hands find their way to your hips.

“y/n…” He says sternly. You stood there, eyes locked to his. “I-uh, I want you.” Kai finally admits.

You smile, the long-lasting crush has never faded, and the circular rubs of his thumbs on your hips felt more than nice.

“Anything specific you want from me?” You quirk a brow, trying to keep a calm facade.

Kai’s dark brown eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips. His gaze slowly turns dark, letting himself drift lower from your lips. You blush watching the man sigh when he looks at your breasts, smooshed into his chest. He relished in the moment, trying to capture the feeling of you against his skin. Caught in the moment, he doesn’t realize your hand coming up to grab his jaw.

Your grip was tight, Kai’s five o'clock shadow digging into your fingers, his plush lips pouting. He was so cute, even though you could feel his member getting hard. You dove in, capturing his lips with yours. Your hands move to tug at the wet strands on his head, causing the man to groan.  He kissed you like he’d waited years for this—because he had.

His grip on your hips tightens, making you move and grind against his erection. The heat of your breath, in addition to the steaming water beside you, was overwhelming, but there was no way Kai was letting you go. Long fingers of his move between your bodies, dipping them into your folds. His vision goes blurry, feeling just how wet you are. Something inside him felt like it was going to combust; he had to do something.

In an instant, you feel the weight of gravity pushing you against the glass wall of the shower. Kai’s hand grabs your hand, slamming it against the glass, holding it tightly. Lips unlocked from each other, Kai trails kiss down your neck as his other hand rubs your aching clit. The stimulation brings sparks in your belly, firing moans rolling out of your throat. It echoes in the bathroom along with gushing wet noises. 

Careless marks were being made down your neck and onto your tits. You felt Kai getting closer to your sensitive nipple. You gasp, feeling his soft, wet tongue licking the bud before his lips capture it. Your body was on fire, you felt your cunt clamping onto the man’s fingers, stomach tightening as you jolt your tits deeper into Kai’s mouth.

Your hand still in his, you squeeze it as you whine, “Kai, please, fuck me.”

You begin to worry that the splashing of the shower and lust overpowered your words. Kai’s fingers thrust into your warmth faster, pushing on that gummy spot that had you begging through moans. Kai lifts his head, pecking your lips before asking, “Do you want me to stop?”

You pant, trying to collect words that beg him not to stop, but all you could do was shake your head desperately. Kai experatly pushes the heel of his palm into your clit, fingers still thrusting. You grip his other hand hard, head falling into his shoulder as you cum on his fingers.

Kai tilts his head, trying to see your fucked out expression. He chuckles, “That was cute.”

You weakly place your fist on his shoulder, a meek way to show intimidation. Your held hands were lazily swinging by your sides, his thumb once again lovingly rubbing your skin. 

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to do this?” Kai says, voice groggy with lust, “Hearing rumors of you fucking Yeonjun and Soobin in the on-call rooms, playing with Beomgyu in the supply closet, and don’t get me started with catching you sleeping comfortably with Taehyun.”

You whine, embarrassed by how your sex life went around the hospital. You didn’t care what people thought of you, but knowing that Kai knows made you feel ashamed. 

“Kai I-” There were no words to say, you didn’t feel sorry, but you also didn’t want him to feel like the last kid picked on a team.

The man quickly shuts down your thoughts and kisses you, “Will you let me have you now?” You look into those dark onyx eyes, pitiful, how desperate he was. You can’t help but sense some possessiveness in those eyes and voice. 

You two stood there, letting the water trickle down your bodies. A shiver runs up your spine, whether it was from the hot shower turning lukewarm or that reality has hit you now, your best friend of the past few years stands naked before you, wanting you. “Yes.” You finally answer him.

He leaned in, closing the space, a kiss turned into something more certain, slow, hungry, loving. His hands slid down your back down to outline the plush of your ass. Gripping your legs to lift you, anchoring you as the moment deepened. The world melted into steam and skin, water and desire. All that existed was the two of you, wrapped in heat and passion that went far beyond lust. 

Kai reaches down to line up his member to your weeping hole. The fat tip sends an electric shock up your spine, arching your back, trying to make the man fit in. Light kisses and coos were given to soothe you, eventually relaxing your body, giving Kai the go-ahead and sink all the way into you. Kai stays still, trying his hardest to keep his load from combusting at that moment. Head in the crook of your neck, watching your chest rise and fall rapidly as you groan at the feel of him. 

“Kai, baby-” You whisper into his ear, resulting in him moving his hips. 

Fat cock splitting you open, yet creating the most delicious drag you’ve ever felt. His thrusts were slow at first, letting you get used to him even more. You admired his self-control; however, you could tell he was slipping from the stay every stutter of his movements and the tightening grip he had on your legs. 

You brush strands of hair out of Kai’s face before cupping it. Pushing his focus away from between your bodies to your face. “Baby, you can go faster.”

His eyes widen, “Really? Are you ready?”

You giggle, smiling as you nod. Shortly after that moment, you feel like the wind was knocked out of you. His thrusts sped up, hitting deep into the point you thought he was hitting your cervix. The man’s lips were all over the place, kissing your shoulders, up to your lips, sucking on your ear. Repeating “I love yous” over again. Your mind was in a daze, being filled up and loved was great, but what made it better was that you knew this was what Kai needed. 

He felt himself close to cumming. He didn’t care if it was too soon; he knew he had you all night. The way your cunt clamped onto his dick and your moans mixed with his grunts let you both know that you were about to come undone. 

“Can I cum inside?” Kai moans into your ear.

It was at that moment that you forgot that he didn’t put a condom on. Looking into Kai’s watery eyes on his fucked out face, you didn’t care. “Yes, Kai, cum inside.”

At that moment, the man’s eyebrows scrunch up, eyes closed in pure ecstasy, and swollen lips open, letting a growl from within out. You feel your insides become warmer than ever, the sight of him and the feeling of being filled made you cum on the spot. 

You both were frozen in time, leaning against the shower wall as cold water poured onto your bodies. You couldn’t feel your legs as Kai pulls himself out of you. Your weak limbs drag down, feet trying to meet the ground. Reaching for the faucet knob to try to save your water bill, you could feel Kai’s soft kisses on your skin. The rough texture of his face scratches you.

“You need to shave your face.” You say, bringing his face back up to your line of sight.

The man pouts, “No, let’s get out of the shower, after I clean you up, and those drinks you were excited to have.”

You chuckle, not going to deny his plan, it did sound nice. “Ok, but tell me about your day.”

Kai sighs, backing away from the first time all shower to grab a wash cloth. Turning the water back on, he starts explaining his hectic day, and you reassure him and give pecks on his lips. 

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil 🩺

He’s obsessed with the sweet noises you make when he’s pumping you full of cum, the sight of you being utterly ruined on his thick cock, the way your eyes glaze over when he gives you too much and you can't do anything but take it like a good girl...

And when he’s not fucking you his thoughts are consumed with lewd images of you, and all the filthy things he wants to do to you. 

Doesn’t make a difference if he’s in a meeting or watching tv; he’s always craving you.

Which is exactly why, even though he’s sitting at his desk doing work, he can't pull his eyes away from your pretty thighs. It wasn’t your intention to distract him; you simply wandered into the room looking for the only stapler in your house, which is on Kai’s desk. But since the stapler won’t cooperate you have to stand there fidgeting with it in an attempt to fix the problem.

From his peripheral vision he notices the hem of your short skirt swaying here and there. His eyes immediately latch on to the movement. Fingers hovering over the keyboard of his computer, work is completely forgotten as he eyes the smooth skin disappearing beneath grey fabric and bites his lip. The deadline for the current project report is due in a few hours, it would be a bad idea to get distracted now…but then again…he can’t help the fact that his wife is so cute and desirable.

His hand reaches out, grazing the back of your thigh, sliding up along soft skin. The gentle pressure makes you jump, especially when you feel the cool metal of his wedding band.

“Oh!”, you relax once you realize it’s just your husband. “Kai, what are you doing?”

“Nothing?”, he replies innocently, as if he’s confused what you’re even talking about.

But the slow upturn of the corner of his mouth and his half lidded eyes suggest anything but innocence. Unaware of the indecent thoughts running through his mind you return your focus to the stupid stapler. However, the lust flooding Kai’s senses is only growing.

His hand trails a little higher, just enough so the tips of his fingers vanish beneath the hem of your skirt. Your struggle with the stapler falters. Goosebumps break out over your skin. The familiar silence of the room is now charged with something else, a faint buzzing that can't be ignored. The two of you haven't been married very long, but you've been together for some time now, and yet it always surprises you how sensitive you still are to his touch.

You quickly push your suspicion aside; maybe it’s not what you’re thinking. After all, it’s not uncommon for Kai to have his hands on you.

Kai fights a giggle. He knows you so well, the way you’re so naive and trusting, he can always tell what you’re thinking. As he toys with you, his mind wanders to your panties. The color you might be wearing, the style and fabric type...He loves guessing; maybe it's the pervert in him, it’s like a secret game he plays with himself. Even when he knows he shouldn't, he thinks about you and your underwear, mind forever lost in thoughts of you.

Pink, he decides. It’s your favorite and you have so many in this color, it’s always a safe bet.

His dick throbs at the thought of you in your underwear, wanting to fuck you so bad. In fact, it’s not a want, it’s a need. The need to fuck his pretty wife dumb is like his need for air, and sometimes just the thought of you has him straining in his pants.

His fingers creep up farther under your skirt and ever-so-slightly pull the skin of your thigh away from your core.

“Kai!”, your breath catches in your throat, realizing his true intentions.

He pouts teasingly, “What?”

“D-don’t you have a deadline or something?“

He scowls at that. The deadline is the last thing he wants to think about right now. He can't even bring himself to care when there's a more pressing matter to attend to.

“Shh, don’t worry your pretty head about that, honey. I’m focused on something much better right now.”

Before you can respond, Kai’s fingers brush your clothed pussy, and a bolt of hot lightning runs down your spine. It’s crazy how you never get used to his touch. You try to ignore him; ignore how he softly traces the most sensitive part of your body, how your stomach flutters at every caress.

Maybe he’ll get bored and go back to his work, you hope.

But kai could never get bored of you. His love for you is like a sickness, one that has no cure—not that he would even want a cure.

He observes you carefully, fascinated by the reactions he's coaxing from you, the way you think you’re hiding the effect he’s having on you, but Kai can see the slight trembling of your thighs and the pink spreading across your cheeks. His muscles tense as he resists the urge to fuck you already, because he knows if he goes to fast you might come to your senses and tell him to get back to work. He’s gonna have to get you whining and begging for him, and luckily, that’s something he enjoys doing (and is also very good at).

Slipping a finger beneath your panties, he curses under his breath at the wet warmth of your pussy. You thought you could resist but when you feel his finger directly on your folds you know you’re a goner. The stapler in your hands is worthless as you drop it on the desk with a gasp and rest your shaky hands on the wood. Kai takes his time with you as he spreads your slick along your folds, drawing out pathetic whines from you with every stroke. He slides his finger back and forth a few times before tracing agonizingly gentle circles around your fluttering hole.

When he finally slips a finger into your gummy walls you can’t stop the moan that escapes you. Your fingers curl, nails digging into the wood as you turn your face away from Kai. Cute, he marvels. It’s endearing to him how you still get embarrassed by your own moans.

The pad of his finger prods at the inside of your pussy, finger sinking in an out, knuckle dragging deliciously against your opening. Applying gentle pressure at first but increasing in intensity as he begins to pump his finger in and out.

“K-Kai…”, you whimper.

Smiling smugly, he inquires, “Something wrong, bub?”

You whine at the tone of his voice. You know he’s damn well aware of what he’s doing to you, he just loves teasing you. Especially when the trembling in your legs is getting more noticeable. You squirm against the pleasure, whining and biting your lip to prevent more moans from pouring out. "Don't", he urges, "you know I always wanna hear you".

"But-"

He cuts you off with a gentle, but stern, warning, "Don't force me to be mean, bub."

You whine a bit more, but ultimately concede with a surprised moan when his thumb brushes your clit.

Head clouded from the pleasure and barely able to keep yourself standing upright, your arms drop onto the table, and you lean all your weight forward so that you’re completely bent over Kai’s desk. The sight of his wife surrendering herself to him, putting herself totally at his mercy, ignites a rush of adrenaline through his veins. The high he gets as a result makes his dick strain painfully in his pants. He could probably cum just from this.

His breath hitches once he realizes your skirt has risen up, revealing the color of your panties.

Pink.

Getting the color of your underwear right always feels like a reward. He palms his dick over his pants to get some relief, while simultaneously increasing the speed of his finger in you. “Kai!”, you gasp for breath at the way his finger curls against your walls. “M-more..”

Hueningkai's heart swells in his chest whenever you say his name like that, breathless and calling for him like a lifeline. It's the sound that plays in his mind 24/7, a sweet melody meant only for his ears, because only he can do this to you; only he can make his wife feel so good.

"Yeah?", he rasps, voice thick with desire, "My baby needs more of me?"

Too embarrassed to speak, you nod meekly. He slides in another finger and as he ramps up the speed your jaw goes slack, leaving you unable to formulate a single word. Every nerve, tendon, and muscle in your legs is useless as the pressure builds and you completely slump over his desk, boobs flattened against the wood.

When the stickiness between your legs starts to drip down Kai's hand, he teases, “What a mess baby, dripping everywhere…” And he’s right, you are a mess, nothing but a puddle of bliss on his desk as he parts your walls over and over again. " 'm cumming!!" is all you manage to choke before your orgasm takes over you, knocking the air out of your lungs and leaving you breathless and heaving.

Once your orgasm subsides, you get up on shaky legs, but you grip the edge of the desk for support at what you see when you turn around. Kai is running his tongue up his hand, licking your juices off his fingers, groaning at the flavor cuz he's completely obsessed with the taste of his wife. You gulp and attempt to keep yourself steady, but he keeps his eyes on you while he cleans you off his fingers. Your knees buckle when he says, "mm, taste so good, honey".

He gets up from his chair, warm hands pulling you close, tight grip on your waist in case your legs give out. Your hands instantly tangle themselves in his shirt, clutching him for dear life to stay afloat in this feeling of absolute intoxication.

He cups your face with his clean hand, and leans in for a loving kiss, pressing his lips softly against yours. Breaking away only to come back harder. He tilts your head back to deepen the kiss, brushing his thumb softly over your cheek. He opens his mouth against yours, sucking the plump fat of your lips, running his tongue and teeth over the skin. You respond in kind, letting him devour your lips but also running your own tongue all over his mouth. The kiss quickly becomes wet and sloppy, driven by passion as you both consume each other.

The hand on your waist runs down your back, pressing you into him. His kisses are all tongue and saliva as he curves into you, always wanting more, more, more. You have to physically force him away to be able to catch your breath. Even then, he only gives a few centimeters, breathing you in while he watches you pant.

“My darling wife”, he whispers, his breath warm and moist against your cheek, “all mine”. The words would sound sweet to anyone else, but you know him like your own skin; you can hear the intensity in them, the silent threat that he’s going to devour you. It’s that threat, that promise, that sends heat coursing through your blood, leaving your tummy and fingertips tingly.

He sits you on the desk, easing you down so that you're laying on your back. Nimble fingers slip your panties down and off your legs, tossing them aimlessly, as he hurries to unbutton his jeans and push his underwear down just enough. You watch with eager eyes as he takes out his beautiful cock, so big and veiny you feel yourself salivating immediately.

"Your shirt", you mumble quietly, wanting to see more of your husband's perfect body. He smirks as he goes to grant your request, but the small reminder of your desire for him sends a shiver through his body, because he still can’t quite believe his luck, that this is his reality. The knowledge of it makes him dizzy.

"Eager for me, honey?" He drawls, voice slow and deliberate. One hand pumping his dick, the other finds the flimsy fabric of your skirt, flipping the material over your stomach with a flick of his wrist, and exposing your puffy, swollen pussy.

You inhale sharply, not so much from the cold air, but from your husband’s predatory gaze. The weight of his attention sinks into you, searing your sensitive skin as he eyes you like a delicacy made just for him. Your bottom lip quivers at his fervor, " 'c-course I am...always am for you. You know that.” At the sight of your sweet, devoted expression, eyes wide with adoration, his patience snaps. He can't wait anymore. He needs to feel you around him right now.

One hand on your hip, he aligns his tip with your hole, rubbing it a few times against your folds to get it nice and wet, before parting your walls in one long, slow thrust.

"Fuck, bub..." he sighs at how your pussy welcomes him, your body so willing and compliant for him. He goes slow, wanting to savor the moment, the heavenly feeling of your tight, hot pussy enveloping him, slick walls making way for him and pulling him deeper and deeper.

“Ah..! Kai—nng—too much!” Your mind reels at the feeling of being stuffed full of your husband's fat cock. But he barely gives you any time to adjust, pulling out half way and slamming back into you, stretching your poor pussy so good you’re wailing on his dick. Your arousal is out of control, sticky syrup coats him with every thrust, and you mewl helplessly at the way he splits you open.

He leans over your frame, one hand caging you in while the other skims over your skirt, finding your plush tits. A cloud of haze has fallen over him, wrapping around his brain, and his eyes, drowning out everything—except you. “My pretty wife”, he whispers, almost as if to himself, “Mine, all mine. Mine, mine, mine.” He punctuates each word with sharp thrusts, rocking your small frame. 

He kneads your breast like it’s his own personal stress toy. Roughly groping you, relishing in how you cry out for him, but never relenting. He pushes your shirt up and hastily unhooks your bra, lips immediately latching on to your nipple. He sucks your sensitive bud harshly, biting and nipping, a cruel eagerness that has you squealing and writhing below him. "Oh...shit, so cute….just wanna ruin you over and over again”. Kai’s hands and lips ravage your body, hips quickening their pace, ramming into you as his worship of your body increases in its desperation. He trails sloppy, open mouthed kisses all over you, slobbering like a dog, leaving your boobs red and shiny with his saliva. More profanities fall from his lips at your sweet noises of pleasure.

There’s something different about him right now, something foreign in his intensity…at least that’s what you tell yourself.

Deep down, you know it’s always been there. His love, his touch, has always been all-consuming. You never let yourself acknowledge it before, because you couldn't face the truth. Not that your husband has an unhealthy addiction to you, but that you can't help but be turned on by it. It’s so hot. 

“So perfect— god….” His eyes are closed, eyebrows furrowed. Kai’s usually very teasing and mischievous during sex, never this vehement. He knows it. He’s aware of it; of the cracks forming, his obsession— something he always tries to keep at bay— flooding out.

It’s getting harder and harder for you to stay afloat. You dig your nails into his shoulders, frantically trying to hold on to your sanity, but Kai has long since lost his. He’s unraveling completely. “Sweetheart", he groans against your neck, half delirious with desire, “my sweet angel...what are you doing to me?”

You whine at his sudden declaration, unable to stop the room from spinning around you.  "nnng- ah!" His dick pounds into you so perfectly, slamming into your sweet spot with every thrust. You wrap your legs around his hips, wanting to feel him even deeper. 

“Oh god oh god!” You cry out. It seems as though your husband wants you to lose your mind, just like he’s losing his. Because he’s not holding anything back. His dick pounds into you unforgivingly, stretching your little cunt beyond what it can take. The nasty squelching noises only fueling his desperate chase for release. If he keeps going like this you’re not gonna last very long.

His hand slides up your arm, removing your hand from his shoulder and bringing it to rest above your head. His wedding ring presses into your fingers, and it brings your attention to your own wedding ring pressing into his shoulder— a reminder of your vows to each other. That you're bound to each other.

Your eyes meet his as if you both had the same thought.

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and in this moment, that has never felt truer. Kai's chocolate brown eyes seem to engulf you, silently communicating what words can’t. The intensity within them sets your skin on fire. Earlier, he asked you what you’re doing to him…but does he realize what he's doing to you?

In a moment of shyness you look away, but he grabs your jaw, forcing you to keep your eyes on him. His grip is gentle but firm, never letting you look away, wanting you to see his every emotion as he makes a mess of the both of you. He wants you to feel his love, his infatuation. Wanting you to see just what you do to him. “Hyuka”, you whimper, overwhelmed at all the sensations he’s giving you— the way he utterly loses himself in you. He forces you to bear witness to how you're undoing him.

“You belong to me”, he rasps, voice heavy with love and desire. His eyes never waver from yours.

You make a choked noise of confusion, hardly able to process anything over your approaching orgasm.

“Say it", he groans, urgently, "say you're mine!"

“I’m yours!” You gasp. 

At that, Kai's hands tighten around yours, knuckles white as his hips stutter against yours. A few erratic thrusts and he deposits his cum deep into your pussy with a loud, broken grunt. His whole body shudders against you, eyes shut tight and face buried in your neck. Your own orgasm hits you like a tsunami, wave after wave pulling you under, drowning you in his love, in his obsession. “Fuck”, he moans at how you tremble beneath him, and the way your pussy clenches around his dick, milking him dry.

He collapses against you, and the two of you stay like that for what feels like an eternity. Quiet, except for the sounds of panting, as you both try to catch your breath. Even once you’ve calmed down, you stay fixed in place, both stunned and anchored in the moment, not wanting to face what just happened as the haze starts to lift.

The minutes stretch, and you finally feel him shift against you, slowly, almost reluctantly. His hair, damp with sweat, skims your neck and jaw as his face comes up to look at yours. “You alright, bub?” he asks gently, his voice a contrast to the intense desperation it held just minutes ago. The second his eyes meet yours, heat sparks under your skin, and you clench around him involuntarily. His eyes flutter at the feeling, momentarily caught off guard. When he meets your eyes again your blushing and biting your lip, suddenly shy and embarrassed. God, you just had him all to yourself, don’t you have any self control?, you mentally scold yourself. Maybe you’re just as badly obsessed as your husband.

Kai sees the wheels churning in your pretty little head and chuckles at your cuteness. “Only you could be so shy and cute after such intense sex…” He plants a kiss on your lips, lingering a bit, before pulling away and repeating, “But seriously, bub, you alright? I wasn’t too much? ‘Cuz I know I kinda went a little crazy there…”

“I mean, i-it was a bit too much”, you mumble, “b-but I liked it!”

He huffs, grinning at his adorable wife, heart swelling with pride and cockiness, and a little something else too…but he quickly gets rid of the thought. You’ve had enough for today. He slowly drags his dick out of your soaked pussy, hissing at the feeling. After tucking himself back into his jeans he picks you up bridal style, taking you to the bathroom to get you cleaned up, murmuring softly about how well you did, and how good you are to him. 

——

﹙ 최연준 ﹚ 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗂 𝗒𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗇 - 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 & 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇

omg, he would constantly tell you he’s proud of you<3 even for the tiniest things!! like if you told him you remembered to drink water or get out of bed today, he’s immediately like “you did? i’m so proud of you, baby. you’re amazing” :(( insert him giving you forehead kisses >3<

yeonjun is definitely the type to pull you close while cuddling and whisper in your ear, “you’re my favorite person in the whole world, you know that?” like it’s his daily mantra. and of course, he’d sneak in soft little compliments, like “how are you this cute?” or “you’re so perfect, baby.”

please, this man is so in love with you :(( 

now! when it comes to yeonjun and physical touch, his hands always need to be on you somehow. whether it’s his arms wrapped around your waist from behind, his fingers mindlessly tracing patterns on your thigh, or even him gently cupping your cheek when he’s talking to you. 

he treats you like you’re the only person that matters<3

﹙ 최수빈 ﹚ 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗂 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗇 - 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 & 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖼𝖾

to be honest, i feel like soobin isn’t big on huge plans. his favorite dates with you are simple things like listening to music together, late night walks to the convenience store, or just doing your skincare routine side by side. 

he loves shared silence!! like, he doesn’t even need constant conversation, he just wants you nearby. being together is enough for him :c 

but! if you talk about your day, even if it’s small stuff like “i reorganized my desk today”, he listens like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. nodding along, asking questions, smiling like you’re the center of his universe<3

and for acts of service, soobin is the type who will do things for you before you even ask. you’re low on snacks? he restocks your favorites. your phone's dying? he’ll make sure your charger’s already plugged in next to you.

he even offers to do the boring stuff for you, like calling to order food or setting up electronics. and he doesn’t mind at all, he just wants to take care of you<3 

* starts sobbing *

﹙ 최범규 ﹚ 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝗈𝗆𝗀𝗒𝗎 - 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖼𝖾

hear me out! beomgyu is definitely the type who would complain the entire time while doing something for you, but is literally beaming inside lol.

he’ll open things for you with his exaggerated little smirk, like "stand back, i’ve got this.’’ just so he can act like your personal hero over the smallest stuff. or, he’ll fix up your stuff and then leave a dumb but sweet note like “your knight in shining armor was here.” :> it’s all playful, but he loves taking care of you like that. 

beomgyu is also the type to go, “do you need anything from the store?” and then come back with seven surprise snacks that “reminded him of you” and the two things you actually asked for.

honestly, he’s not super mushy about it, but his actions speak loud<3

﹙ 강태현 ﹚ 𝗄𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇 - 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 & 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇

ah, taehyun is literally the king of quality time!! he’s all about that undivided attention vibe. 

when you two are together his phone is flipped over, and his notifications are off. and omg, if someone tries to interrupt? he’s giving them the softest “not now” look while squeezing your hand like, “you’re my priority right now.” your time is sacred to him :((

taehyun would also take you on gym dates but not in a “let’s lift heavy” way, more like “i made you a little workout plan hehe :>” or “come stretch with me, you’ll feel better after” <3

and if you’re ever feeling insecure, he’s never dramatic about it. he’ll start gently reminding you of all the reasons he thinks you’re beautiful, capable, and worthy, until those words start sinking in and you believe them too :((

or even if you’re doubting yourself, expect a low voiced “i wish you could see yourself the way i see you.”

currently sobbing, again.

﹙ 휴닝 카이 ﹚𝗁𝗎𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝖺𝗂 - 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 & 𝗀𝗂𝖿𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀

omg, kai’s default setting is literally being attached to you 24/7<3 

he is always holding your hand, resting his head on your shoulder, and of course rubbing your tummy!! just imagine cuddling while he’s half asleep and his hand is just gently on your tummy, like you’re his personal plushie :(( 

and speaking of cuddling, kai loves being the little spoon and the big spoon. he just wants cuddles in any form, any time, and anywhere!! one second he's hugging you from behind like a koala, and the next he's wiggling into your arms like "okay, now it’s your turn to hold me.” 

this man does not play when it comes to cuddling >:(

now for gift giving, kai loves surprising you with silly stuff like, “look it’s a duck that lights up and it made me think of your laugh.” honestly, what do you even say to that besides sob? 

sometimes he makes his own little gifts too. maybe a super chaotic handmade bracelet that you have to wear because, “he made it with love” lol. 

but! the sweetest one is when he plays you a song he wrote just for you<3 he’ll sit there strumming his guitar shyly like “don’t laugh, okay?” but the second you smile, he literally melts >.<

𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 , 𝗂𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎!

⌞🏷⌝ : ￫ 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇

𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗋 : 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒.

love language! kai gently fucks you in a restroom (and i mean the restroom like in one of the booths)

he easily lifts you up and pins you to the wall

as his jeans and ck underwear are long forgotten around his knees

as he gently but steadily thrusts inside of you (and you're LEAKING girl)

he squeezes your soft sides and his speed rises up as he feels each clench of your PRETTY pussy around him

so wet and so obedient (BECAUSE I PERSONALLY AM READY TO BARK FOR LOVE LANGUAGE! KAI)

the air around you gets thicker and thicker and soon it's really hard to breath (maybe because he just ABUSES your cervix with his tip idk)

he's basically smashing his hips into you craving each and every sound you make (and you make A LOT)

you grab his toned shoulders as if he was your last hope and last chance (and he is) and he just chuckles feeling so good inside of you

he's raw btw (sorry I'm a sucker for raw dicks....)

soon he's getting to impatient and just SMASHES your pretty bum with each thrust needy to cum inside (I'm sucker for cream pies I'm sorry)

you're the first one to cum tho. you cover his pretty dick with your arousal and it just makes love language! kai even greedier and needier

he squeezes your butt cheeks, spreads them, uses them whatever he likes

and soon

not being able to hold it back

and not even wanting to hold it back

cum right into your core, stuffing you like a pretty doll you, all that pretty just for him

the white-ish drop stain both the floor and his shoes but he doesn't care

as

he continues to overstimulate his aching dick just to fill you up again with his seed

You locked a strip up his abs, your eyes never leaving his. Kai leaned his head back and his eyebrows suddenly raised. His mouth formed an ‘O’ shape, the notion of what you were doing suddenly clicking in his mind.

You crawled up his body and planted yourself right on his growing hard-on. An innocent smile was plastered across your face and without thinking, Kai’s hands moved to your hips. “I see now…” he trailed.

Slowly, you stripped off your pajama shirt, leaving you in nothing but your panties—and Kai in nothing but his boxers. You leaned down, Kai’s gaze trailing you, and hooked your fingers underneath the hem of his boxers. “Ah,” Kai spoke, moving your hands. “If you want to get off, you’ll have to do it a different way.” He took your hips and pushed them up his body and off of his hard cock. Kai then rested against the bed frame, his hands leaving your hips and resting at his sides. “And without my help,” he continued.

Kai threw that same innocent smile back at you, his hair falling into his eyes. You pouted a little before reaching up and moving his hair. “Fine,” you said. You wanted to make sure he got a clear view.

You climbed off of him briefly to strip off the panties that stuck to you with your arousal before climbing back on top of him, completely naked now. Kai watched this whole thing, licking his suddenly dry lips. You placed your hands on his broad chest, stabilizing yourself, before slowly sitting right where his abs were.

Rocking your hips forward, you took your bottom lip between your teeth. You and Kai’s gaze never broke, and he seemed content on just watching you slowly unravel on top of him. Each ridge your heat grazed over made you dizzy until your hips were moving faster and your eyes were rolling to the back of your head. Distantly, you heard Kai’s laugh and felt his hands back on your hips.

Your mouth fell open in a moan, your brows knitted together, and your eyes opened to look down at him. There was a twinkle in his eyes as they hungrily took in every part of your body, lingering on how you made his abs more and more wet with your arousal with each roll of your hips. “Please,” you moaned, soft whimpers leaving your plumped lips. It wasn’t enough for you, you needed him inside of you.

Kai just shook his head, smirking.

“Please,” you begged. His hands trailed up your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake, before his thumbs ran over your perked nipples. His hand then raised to cup your cheek, wiping away the stray tear that you hadn’t realized had fallen.

“I like you like this,” was all he said.

Your nails dug into his chest, a soft mewl escaping your throat. Your head dropped, unable to focus on anything other than his abs along your sensitive clit and his hands all over your body sending shockwaves through you. You were so close and all you wanted to do was feel him.

Kai placed his knuckle under your chin and raised your head. “Look at me,” he said in a soft, but demanding voice. You shook your head, you couldn’t. Kai’s hands grabbed firmly onto your hips, stopping them. You gasped, eyes flying open and more whimpers on your lips. “Keep your eyes on me,” Kai said more firmly.

You nodded rapidly, more pleas leaving you, and Kai started to move your hips again for you. You didn’t waste any time going back to the pace you set for yourself, this time not breaking eye contact with Kai no matter how difficult it was.

Only when your body started to tremble, and you finally unraveled completely on top of him, did he let you look away. You fell onto his chest as creamy white painted his pretty abs. You felt so euphoric that not even the vibrations of Kai’s laugh stirred you.

That was, until he put you on your back, his thumb spreading around the mess you made and jolting you back to life. Your eyes opened with another moan and Kai pushed your knees to your chest, his boxers down and his hard and leaking cock hovering over where you needed to feel him the most.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he repeated, pushing himself inside you—not even the least bit worried about the mess you left on his abs. “Don’t you dare look away—not even for a second.”

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✉️ ⦂ by the grace of the gods i was somehow able to keep this under a thousand words!! tho i desperately wanted to write him fucking her at the end (ＴｗＴ。) <//3

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