Your body trembles from head to toe at the sudden cut in pleasure. The strange feeling washes down your body and tingles every inch of your skin — a sudden coldness as your walls pulse around him and your eyes widen in shock. “Why…”

It's overwhelming. The sudden silence. The sudden stop. Everything.

“Beomgyu…” you breathe, your eyes locked with his in confusion.

“Shh,” Beomgyu pushes his hips deeper like he's not balls deep in you already, “You were almost coming?” he whispers, looking at your sparkling eyes. They’re bloating after the question. Was I almost coming? You frown, your lips part slowly, your whole body trembles again. “Keep moving…” you say, grabbing his shoulders.

Beomgyu puts a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “No,” he whispers, “Count with me.”

Tears slowly welling up in your eyes at the moment you heard the no. You squeeze his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin, and close your eyes, trying not to cry. “Beomgyu, move…” 

Beomgyu looks at your face for a second, taking the disheveled sight in, feeling your pussy still clenching around him… Both of your crotches are aching for the release. But he doesn't move. Still, he doesn't. “Look at me,” he says, one hand coming up to cup your face. 

You slap his hand away, “Beomgyu…” pleading with his name, you can’t hide how much he upsets you right now with the glistening tears running down your temples.

But he doesn't flinch, not even a blink. He looks focused and serious, it's almost scary. And annoying. It slowly makes you lose that warm feeling… It’s unbearable to feel everything again. 

“Now-”

You cut his word with a slap. A weak one, since your limbs are still useless. So you slap him again while his face is still turned to the side, trying to make it tougher. And it works, pinking his cheek slowly, spreading a warm mark there. But he doesn't say anything, doesn't even look pissed off. And it pisses you off. “Beomgyu,” you call his name, start to hit him thoughtlessly; his jaw, his chest, his shoulders… “Shh,” And he doesn't grab your wrists or stop you, he just pulls his face back and holds your waist. 

You let out a weak sob while he turns you on your stomach gently. The emptiness melts your brain. Your face falls on the sheets, your hands squeezing the fabric, almost tearing it apart. “Beom…” you try, but his name turns into a breath slipping away on your tongue.

Beomgyu slowly lifts your face from the sheets and cradles it in his arm, tilting your chin up to rest on his elbow. You swallow and immediately hug his arm with your hands, tears falling onto his skin now. He puts his dick inside you, pushing his hips deep. Your eyes falling close again, your mouth opening with a shaky breath. He's inside you again. You're feeling it again. 

“I know you can do it,” he whispers, his lips touching your temple, “With me,” he says, “Ten…nine…”

“Eight…” you join, whispering.

He nods, kissing your temple briefly. “Seven… Six… Five,” you're counting together and he stops in five, lets you finish it. 

Five. 

Four. 

Three. 

Two. 

One… A warm sensation spreads all along your body when it ends, your nipples itching against the sheets and your walls squeezing around him weakly. 

“Good girl.” he whispers into your hair, tightening his grip around your throat. “My good girl,”

He pulls back until the tip caresses your entrance softly, and pushes forward hard, making you gasp and squirt a little. You swallow and lick your lips, frowning in pleasure. It's filling your stomach again, it's still there, burning. 

He starts to fuck you slow and rough; makes sure his length touching every spot of your walls, pressing his tip in from the angle that you like most. And you're dripping on his dick and sheets with every thrust, every pull and push of his hips it’s almost embarrassing.

He squeezes your throat more, tightening his arm around your neck, enough for your face to go slightly red. He grabs your hip with his other hand, and thrusts into you roughly, his dick kisses your cervix. “F-fuck…” you gasp, still there's no words, only air. Your hips poking up a little, but he slams into you so fast that you can't move enough. You're just shaking under him, clenching around him tighter and tighter, so intense that it makes him hiss… Your vision is blurring again, it's like the bed is sliding away under you and you’re spinning through space. Falling down or rising up. 

You cry, letting out a proper sound finally, squirting all over his dick. He's grasping your hip tighter, and fucks into you through your orgasm, keeping your mouth open and taking every sweet sound you let out. It feels so long, it feels like you're almost passing out. It's awesome and it's horrible. 

It's too much. 

You don't hear what Beomgyu says after. You don't listen. You just lay there and fill your lungs with enough air. You're waiting patiently until the dizziness in your head is gone. But it's not going anywhere, it just quiets so heavily. 

But that's enough, too. 

You get out of bed and walk quickly towards the bathroom, limping slightly, before Beomgyu sits up in bed to look at you.

And you lock the door before you hear his footsteps.

Bathroom light doesn't help your vision, you're squinting and frowning while taking your steps toward the sink. But your skin feels sensitive, and you don't want to feel something on it for at least a couple minutes. Even the water. Even the air. 

So you're grabbing the comb, don't know what you're doing and trying not to look at the mirror.

The mess.

“Y/n,”

When Beomgyu's voice fills your ears, you turn and look at the door like it's not locked and he can come in. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, knocks on the wood softly, and you think about his question for a second, your heart still beating on your chest. You know you don't want to worry him, but you're just stepping towards the counter, staying quiet, locking your eyes somewhere dark. “Can I come in?” he asks, his hand making a soft thud on the wooden door. He's not knocking anymore, just leaning on it. “Let me in, please. I'm sorry. Let me apologise to you properly.” He speaks carefully and gently.

And you close your eyes, squeezing the comb. You love him being gentle with you like that but you're feeling bad for worrying him, because there's nothing to apologize for. The sex was good, he didn't hurt you. You even have a safe word, if something was wrong you would tell him… You're just feeling a lot, falling into the enormous void in your head. “I feel…” you begin, but so many feelings fall down on your head, you can't feel the blank. 

“I know,” says Beomgyu. He knows. “I'm sorry. Let me make amends. Let me in and hold you?” His voice grows gentler and hoarser as he leans on the doorframe. “Or you can hit me if you want. As much as you like.”

After this, you lift your head to the door, realising that you hit him earlier. He says you can do it again if you want, which just puts a weak smile on your lips. A weak smile, born of guilt and all the love you have for him.

You sigh, looking down at your trembling legs for a moment. 

“Love?” Beomgyu calls again from the other side of the door. “Are you sure you want to be alone?” he asks, and you shake your head no as if he can see it. 

“I'm not allowed to kiss wherever it hurts?” he adds, voice quieter. 

And a warm feeling spreads all over your body with the image of it: him taking care of you, holding and kissing you slowly, gently. It looks okay now. Good. 

“You did so well for me,” he says, “Let me take care of you.”

You take a breath and feel it stutter through your chest. You relax your grip on the comb, but it has already left little red marks on your palm. You slowly withdraw from the counter and walk carefully, your hand brushing against the wall. You unlock the door with a soft click, go back to the counter and lean against it.

Beomgyu pushes the door open slowly, eyes scanning over your face in the bright bathroom light, making you feel naked for a moment. Just for a moment, then he steps in and changes the lights. The new, dim orange washes over the bathroom, soothes your eyes and head immediately, making you feel safe. 

He approaches you slowly and respectfully, stopping two steps ahead of you. “Can I touch you?” he asks quietly. 

You nod and swallow, pressing your lips together. Beomgyu walks those two steps, closing the distance, still being slow as if making sure if you change your mind. 

But you don't. You're just leaning your hips against the counter more, and waiting for him. First, Beomgyu gently drops your hair onto your back. Then he leans in, kisses the soft spot under your ear and your neck, moving down until his lips touch your shoulder. This makes you sigh softly and lean into him. His warm skin touches yours as you connect with him again.

He takes the comb from your hand, kisses your forehead, and gently starts to comb your hair. You lean your face against his chest and close your eyes, letting him do it. His scent fills your lungs and soothes your soul. 

You're staying like that, almost sleeping there, don't know about the passing minutes. 

The thud comb made when Beomgyu puts it on the counter opens your eyes slowly. 

“Look at me.” he whispers, touching your face now. Caressing your skin, he tilts your chin slightly, aligning your faces. 

“Kiss me.” you whisper back, still not opening your eyes, hands squeezing the counter. 

He doesn't speak, caressing your face for a little more. You feel his warm breath on your lips, your bodies slowly leaning against each other. His hand sliding on your skin to grab the back of your head, and he captures your lips in a slow kiss. Slow and warm. Safe. 

His lips slide onto yours and cup your lower lip, while you suck his upper lip softly before separating with a little wet sound, just to press together again and keep the sweet kiss alive.

Your hands find his shoulders, caressing the way toward his neck, then his face while his hands hold your waist, your tongues stroking each other softly. 

He lifts you up and sits you on the counter slightly, holding under your thighs. “Let me see it.” he whispers into your mouth, his voice still carrying the concern. “Does it hurt?” he asks, caressing your thigh while looking down at it. 

You shake your head no, but he already gets on his knees slowly. Your chest tightens while you watch him grabbing your thighs gently. He's still looking at your eyes to see if you're comfortable while spreading your legs.

A quiet, wet sound comes out between them. 

Your eyes fall close when his gaze drops on your pussy, and you feel a kiss on your knee. 

It's all you need. 

“Keep kissing me…” you whisper, grabbing the counter again. 

Beomgyu presses his lips against the soft skin of your inner thighs and slides them over you, soothing you. He gives both thighs the same attention, kissing them gently and open-mouthed. 

“Like that?” he asks, sucking a spot softly.

You still don’t open your eyes when he lifts his head to look at you, you’re just nodding for him to continue, spreading a little more. 

And he gets closer, taking your legs on his shoulders, his thumbs caressing your skin. He leans in and puts a kiss on your puffy clit, then your entrance. So soft and innocent that you bite the tip of your tongue to avoid a sound. He’s kissing your swollen flesh, cleaning you up by catching the drops of your warm liquid with his lips, and licking between your folds, keeps his tongue gentle. 

“Better?” he whispers.

You inhale, breath stutters on your chest. You hum this time, touching his head when he leans his cheek against your inner thigh. Your eyes meet there; yours are half-lidded and his are full of stars. 

“We have a safe word.” He speaks quietly, still gentle but underlying a question, too, this time. 

And you shake your head immediately, “There was no need…” 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nod, your fingers moving on his hair briefly. “I like the feeling. It’s just- sometimes it can be…overwhelming.” you explain, speaking quietly. You're both so quiet, as if you have a baby you don't want to wake up in the next room. 

Beomgyu nods, kisses your thigh one last time before getting up from the floor. He settles between your legs and holds you again, arms wrapping around you. “Can I carry you in our bed again?” he asks, putting a kiss on your head. 

“Let's stay like this a little more?” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. Beomgyu hums and kisses your head again, grabbing your hips to lean your body on his completely but you shift and push yourself on his right leg. 

“You want it there?” he asks, slightly breaking his knee for you and you pull it between your legs, nodding. “Okay,” he whispers, resting his chin on your head.

You're staying like that for a while under the dim light; you're holding on to him and Beomgyu caressing your back. 

Your breathing is soft together, syncing. 

You're squeezing his upper legs between your thighs, lifting your head from his chest and leaning your cheeks together. His fingertips follow down your spine, and stop on the small of your back; making you arch slightly, pushing yourself on his thigh more. And his hands slide down a little more, touching your hips again. 

You're looking at each other like doing some kind of telepathy, slowly turning your faces, making your noses brush. He lifts his leg, pressing it between your legs slightly, eyes scanning over your face, searching. And you sigh against his lips, holding the nape of his neck. 

He leans in, kisses your mouth, slow and messy, nipping on your lower lip and pulls back. He's looking down at your eyes, carrying bits of lights in there. And your hand tangles in his hair, you're capturing his lips again eagerly, making his hands grab your hips properly. 

You're grounding yourself down on his thigh, fidgeting to press your clit on it. “Fuck,” Beomgyu hisses, starts to guide your hips while leaning again to tangle your tongues together. “Mmm…” your eyebrows knit in pleasure, hands pull on his hair, hips grinding against him eagerly. 

“Yes,” Beomgyu bites the tip of your tongue, making you shiver. Palming and squeezing your hips more tightly, he looks down at your pussy. It’s sliding and rubbing on him, all wet and messy… “Shit… That's my good girl.” he whispers, lips trailing down on your chin and throat. “Go for more, take it, baby.” he encourages, whispering against your skin, before he starts to suck a pink, little mark on there. 

“Gyu,” you gasp, hips grinding faster, toes curling with the delicious friction. Beomgyu pulls his mouth from your neck with a soft ‘pop', he bows his head down again to look at your hips. Lifting the shirt up, he stares at your pussy shamelessly, frowning and open-mouthed, cursing under his breath. 

Your stomach is burning under his gaze, you know it won't last long. 

“I like it,” Beomgyu leans in, whispering to your ear, pressing your hips down and making your head dizzy. The friction grows slow and rough for a second. “I like the feeling of your warm pussy on my skin,” 

“B-Beomgyu…” you groan, his dirty mouth makes you drip easily. But he doesn't stop, “Your warm, little pussy.” whispering quieter, he brings one hand on your pussy, touching the wetness while you're still grinding. 

“Ah…”

“Just like that,” he encourages again, the tip of his middle finger presses on your clit, making your body jump, and starts to draw quick circles on it, rubbing the wetness. 

“Oh, Beomgyu…” Your breath catches, your hips rolling toward his hand and thigh faster and faster until a broken scream leaves your mouth. 

You're squirting again, riding your orgasm on him until your body leaves boneless in seconds. Drops falling down like pearls, you're hearing your heartbeat, it punches your ears inside. 

“I love you,” Beomgyu’s arms tighten around your body, kissing your temple.

“I love you," you say, breathlessly. Trembling between his arms, you hug his neck so tightly with the aftershocks, almost choking him a little. “I'm sorry for hitting you earlier.” 

Beomgyu smiles, breathing you in. “That's okay.” he whispers. “No apologies.”

And you’re giving yourself to the safety he creates, allowing him to hold you while your mind goes blank, your body feels weightless, empty again. You let him clean you up, wash your hair, dress you in soft clothes, lay you down carefully on your bed and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. 

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. 

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“yeah, that sounds nice right?” he teases, slipping a hand between your pressed bodies and rubbing a finger against the wet spot that adorned your panties.

you whimper, pressing your hips against his finger while nodding your head and taehyun hums in approval.

“you get the lube and i’ll take these of, hm?” he suggests, pulling at the waistband of his boxers with his thumb.

you slide of the bed and rummage through the drawer beside it for lube. while searching, you did find what you were looking for. but you also found your vibrator and fuzzy, pink cuffs that taehyun hasn’t used on you in a while.

you peer back at taehyun who was distracted, lazily stroking his dick.

you grab the items and hold them behind your back, slowly climbing back into the bed with a smile. he turns his head to look at you, sitting up and resting on his elbows.

“why are you smiling like that,” he asks, quirking an eyebrow at you. you shrug your shoulders, sucking in your bottom lip.

“what are you hiding behind you?” his eyes travel to where your arms resided behind your back.

“nothing,” you drag out the word and taehyun chuckles, rising up and getting close so you’re face to face.

“you teasing me,” he whispers, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb, pressing on the plush skin. “come on, you see how hard i am?” he gestures to his throbbing dick.

“be a good girl and let me fuck you,” he finishes, kissing down your neck. you giggle, his soft lips tickling you. he huffs, leaning back and looking at you with slitted eyes. “what is it?”

“i want to try something,” you vaguely say, shrugging your shoulders again. taehyun nods his head and caresses your cheek, a gesture that says continue.

you pull your hands from behind your back, pink cuffs in one hand and your vibrator in the other, also pink.

“you’re vibrator?”

you eagerly nod your head, eyes switching between looking at taehyun’s confused face and the objects in your hand.

“what do you want to do with that, want me to use it on you like i have plenty of times,” he smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you in.

you shake your head and point a finger at him.

“me? you want to use it…on me?” his hand drops from your waist as he processes what you were suggesting.

“yes,”

he laughs, shaking his head. “and where do you plan to use that, hm?” you don’t say anything, instead reaching a hand down to his dick and taehyun moans.

“i-i don’t think it would do much for me,” he responds, his voice breathy as you touch all over him gently.

“have you ever tried,” he shakes his head. “then how would you know, you’re truthfully missing out.” you state your case, wanting this more than you thought.

“am i,” he asks. “i can just take your word for it and you could let me fuck you now.”

with a pout you say, “b-but it feels good, i promise.” you hold out a pink finger for him to take.

he accepts it with a sigh, always a sucker for your pouty face. your bottom lip pushed out and they way your eyes get wide always makes him weak.

“so, you want to use a vibrator on me for the first time,”

“and handcuffs-!” you interject, holding up the fuzzy toy and dangling it in his face.

he scoffs with a laugh, “and cuffs?”

“please,” you rub a hand over the tip of his cock and taehyun shivers, his eyes fluttering just a tad bit.

“you’re lucky i trust you,” he smiles.

you celebrate on the inside, but only smile on the outside. “i’ll take care of you, promise.”

“you better.” he bites back, but something about those words made his skin prickle. he just shakes it off as nerves. he pushes back against the headboard of the bed, hands in his lap as he patiently waits for you.

you grab the cuffs and shuffle towards him, taking his arms and placing them about his head.

“this feels familiar,” he jokes. he recalls the times that the fuzzy item was around your wrists, holding your hands behind your back as he fucks you hard. his dick twitches at the memory.

you smile, taking one of his wrists and gently click the cuffs in place. you wrap the chain the links the two pieces together behind the bar of the headboard before bounding his other wrist.

“all good,” you ask, “it’s not too tight is it?”

“it feels fine,” he sighs, flexing his fingers and moving is wrists, testing the cuffs and getting used to feeling of being restrained. he wouldn’t admit that his heart was racing, just a tad bit.

“you’ll tell me if it hurts, right?” you caress the skin around the cuffs. you admire how pretty the pink of the restraints looked around his tanned skin.

“yes, i’ll tell you,” he answers. “now are you going to use the vibrator on me or not?”

you get eye level to him, the smug look on his face makes your body hot with determination. you grab him by the face gently, “so demanding for someone that’s at my mercy.”

he laughs, his tongue coming out to lick your lip. “i’m just waiting to see if it’s going to be what you talked it up to be…”

you huff, grabbing the vibrator and lube. you squirt just a little onto taehyun’s still hard dick. he hisses at the cold gel and sighs when you rub it in.

you turn the vibrator on, just on the first setting, the lowest it can go. slowly, you bring it down to his now wet dick and press it against the base.

“ahh…” he moans, quickly biting on his lip to hold back the next one. it surprised him is all, the vibrations were new but not unwelcome.

“can you feel that?” you ask, dragging it up his length.

“i- mmph, yeah…” he breaths out, letting go of his lip as his hips jerk. “is this- is this the highest setting?” he stutters, looking at the toy in your hand and swallowing a moan.

“no, it’s the lowest…” you slowly say, twirling the wand and checking to see if that was what it was actually on (it was).

“that’s the lowest-fuck“ he moans, his head lolling back and eyes slipping closed. if this was just the first setting, he doesn’t know if he can take the highest, let alone just the next setting up.

you hum, bringing the vibrator up to his tip. circling it around the wet head. you were enjoying having control over this. it was different, hot even, how you had taehyun squirming. “how’s it feel here?”

taehyun’s body trembles, his toes curling, his face turning pink in embarrassment at how much that thing was affecting him.

“s-sensitive there,” he gasps, his hands struggling in the restraint, wanting to move the toy away from the spot. he should’ve known that, he twitches when you blow him, your tongue viscously twirling around his pink tip.

you move it back down, taehyun’s body relaxes and he swallows, relieved. and for a while you keep it calm, slowly dragging the toy up and down.

until you suggest turning it up a notch. taehyun’s head pops up, his eyes a little frantic as he says, “already?”

with a laugh, you take your hand and start jerking him off while holding the vibrator. “fuck,” he moans.

“why, you afraid you’re gonna cum?” you tease, holding the toy on his leaking tip.

“n-no, just …” he starts, his words trailing off as he bucks his hips into the vibrator. sucking in his bottom lip again, a pathetic whimper bubbling in his throat.

“just….” you repeat, mocking him and turning the power up one as you said it.

“oh my god, baby,” the whine that he wanted to hold back, leaped out of his throat. his eyes rolling back and his hands balling into fist, fingers digging into the skin of his palm.

he couldn’t admit that the toy really was taking a toll on him. even though i’m sure his body was already betraying him, the way he could feel his dick leak, the wet sounds of the vibrations against it lewd.

he couldn’t admit that he kind of liked this side of you, you being in control and having your way with him. mocking him about how he can’t handle something you’ve used on them countless times.

he just couldn’t.

“wanna know a spot where it will feel really good?” you coo. taehyun’s eyes were a little glazed, his face contorted in confusion and pleasure, like he was having an internal battle with himself.

he just nods, not trusting himself to speak at the moment. he had an idea of where you could be talking about, but he still wasn’t prepared when you actually did it… you move the toy to the underside of his dick, pressing the vibrator right against his frenulum-

“fuck fuck fuck fuck…” he mindlessly moans, his back arching and hips trying to move away from the intense pleasure. the chain rattling against the headboard as he tugs against the restraint.

“how’s that?” you whisper, leaning into his ear. taehyun shivers with an unwarranted moan, wishing his hands were free so he could cover his mouth and hide his embarrassing sounds.

“so - so good, it’s so good i can’t…” he whimpers for the first time, his pitch raising an octave, his voice airy. he felt vulnerable having this side of him exposed like this. he couldn’t think with it pressing against his frenulum like that, his brain filled with fog. “‘s so intense.” his words slur a little.

“yeah?”

he hums, nodding his head slowly.

“ready for the next one?” you give him no time to prepare, kicking the vibrator up two levels.

“mm, baby~” he drawls out, kicking up his hips against the vibrator. you don’t even move your hand, he fucks himself against it.

he can feel his orgasm building up, the vibrations against his dick just too much. you were right, he was missing out, he was enjoying this, but he won’t tell you that.

all he needs is a little more..

right there-

just like that…

“no, why’d you stop…” taehyun whines when you cut the vibrator off and glide your hand along his trembling thigh. “it felt so good.” if he had half a mind he would cringe at himself for being so whiny, practically begging for more. but right now he didn’t care. he just wanted to feel good, have the vibrations back.

“admit it.” you say, squeezing the flesh.

taehyun can feel his face heat up, his eyes going everywhere around the room except your face. “admit what?” he fakes innocence, flexing his fingers. he knew actually what you wanted.

“you like it, don’t you?”

he whimpers, in protest and embarrassment. a tiny pout on his face. you’ve never seen him look so cute before, while having sex atleast, and it ignites a part of you that you didn’t know you had.

“i won’t turn this back on until you do,” you wave the vibrator in front of him. taehyun’s eyes following it hungrily, his dick twitching against his thigh.

he shakily breaths, panting almost. “okay you were right baby,” he starts, licking his dry lips before continuing. “i like it- i do, i like how it feels on my dick. now please-“

“please, what?” you push, wanting to see how far he would go for his pleasure. you were genuinely surprised when he said,

“please please please keeping using it on me baby,” he pleads, his eyes glistening and his wrists tug at the cuffs.

“easy baby,” you rub his cheek with your thumb and he nuzzles into it, settling back with a nod.

you turn the toy back on. just to be a tease, you leave it on the lowest setting, knowing it won’t be enough for him at this point.

“uhnn, don’t be a tease. please turn it up, just one,” he begs, looking at you with his blown pupils, tears threatening to spill.

you position the toy on his frenulum again, rubbing against it and making taehyun choke on a gasp. he wasn’t expecting that again.

“who’s in control here again,” you ask, tilting his head back up that dropped at the pleasure.

“i’m sorry, you are…” he whispers, sticking out his bottom lip. “yes- right there.” he moans when you rub his sensitive tip.

he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. it was too much for him. the toy, the restraints, the way you were speaking to him, it was fucking him up.

he didn’t think he could be submissive, so used to being the one in control. he never thought he could get pleasure from letting you have the reigns for once. dare he say that-

“i love it, i love it- you were right,” he loudly whines. he did, he loved how the vibrations felt, how he couldn’t do anything as you torture his dick, loved how confident you were in dominating him even for it being your first time. he didn’t want it to be the last.

you turn it to the max at that, taehyun shouting and his legs kicking at your sides. it wasn’t enough, but also a lot. his orgasm coming at him full speed.

he curls his fingers into the fuzzy restraints, trying to hold back and not cum, not yet, it feels too good. you rub the wet vibrator against his head, pressing roughly against it.

“baby, you’re gonna make me cum,” he chants, thrusting his hips now against the toy. the tears finally spill and slide down his pretty face. “right fucking there…”

you kiss his wet cheek, “cum then, be a good boy~” you whisper.

and he does. as soon as you uttered the words ‘good boy’ he was spurting. cum flying and hitting his chest, so going as far as to hit his chin.

he moans through it, stuttery little sounds that almost sound like he’s crying.

“so pretty,” you mumble, wiping the tears from his face and clicking the vibrator off when it got too overwhelming for him.

he pants heavily, sniffling and trying to catch his breath. his legs trembled every now and then, cock weakly twitching in his pool of cum.

you unlock the cuffs, removing them from his sore wrists and massage them, taehyun sighs in gratitude, “how was that?” you ask with a smile.

taehyun looks at you with a ‘really’ face and glances at his body covered in cum, “i think i already answered that.”

“i know, i just wanted to hear you say it again.” you laugh and taehyun rolls his eyes.

“thank you, i really enjoyed it,” he says, rubbing your arm. he looks away, his face blooming pink before he admits, “maybe… i’d like to do it again.”

before you can respond, he hops off the bed and makes his way to the bathroom, presumably to wash all the stickiness from his body.

“really?” you loudly shout as you spin off the bed to get to him, taehyun cringing and speeding up his walk. “wait- really?”

“i said maybe, don’t drag it,” he shyly says, shutting you out the bathroom and locking the door. he sighs, his face was hot and he looks down at his dick that was hard again.

dammit.

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again, there’s no warning when soobin pushes his hard cock into you again, more desperate this time. soobin braces one hand on the table, the other groping at your ass as he lets his hips jerk forward again and again in pursuit of his own pleasure.

it’s hard for you to keep your balance when soobin’s mercilessly fucking into you like this, your body bending at and awkward angle, face mushing against the bedroom wall as soobin’s cock punches into you over and over again, effectively leaving your sweaty body stuck between his looming body and the hard wall.

“ugh,” soobin groans. “yeah, hold still like that. s’just like a fleshlight.”

you know soobin likes you better than that. even if it weren’t for the way he clearly loses himself every time he sheathes his aching cock inside of you again, you would still know because he told you so.

“you’re warmer,” he’d said, nose scrunching up in a grin when he saw your eyes narrow, waiting for more. “you just feel better. using my fleshlight is kinda like using my hand, i gotta stay aware of how i’m holding it without straining and stuff. you just take it. in any position. i don’t have to think about how i can make myself cum, i can just let go and your pretty pussy will do it for me, won’t she? you’re like the perfect toy.”

it’s an odd mixture, being praised and simultaneously degraded like that, but you can’t help but replay the words in your head whenever soobin’s rutting into you like this again, your walls instinctively rippling around his length in your arousal as you sink deeper into your headspace.

your nose feels runny, not being able to breathe through your mouth at all with the offensive cloth there. but it doesn’t matter, not when you have soobin groaning and grunting behind you, chasing his high in the depths of your cunt.

the table keeps wobbling and your face keeps rocking against the wall with the impact of soobin’s unforgiving thrusts but neither of you care.

soobin spits on his cock when he pulls out, albeit the glide gets easier with your arousal.

he spits more, smearing it over your skin like he’s marking you.

“anywhere, anytime, right?” soobin says. you nod, that’s what you told him when you started this agreement.

still you don’t expect him to pull out again just to thrust his cock forward right in the rose of your ass. your squeaks get muffled by the sock, tears welling up in your eyes.

soobin grips the table hard, white knuckling it as he feels the tight ring of muscle massage his fat cock. he groans and grunts, sweats and drools on you as your vice grip on him overwhelms his body.

your cunt has been leaking ever since he pulled out, stringy arousal connecting from your gaping hole to your thighs as your pussy goes untouched while soobin uses your ass to completion.

it doesn’t take long he cums, gasping your name as his hips stutter against your backside and creamy ropes of his cum fill up your fluttering hole.

you’re sore and sweaty, body aching from the rough treatment and still vibrating from unmet arousal with your clit pulsing between your thighs and your head spinning with need.

soobin makes no moves to get you off, he never does when he uses you like this. “good job,” he mutters when he finally pulls out, a gush of his release following out of your spent hole when the wide head of his cock leaves your rim. “you’re still my favorite toy, baby.”

at first it would seem like he really couldn’t care less about your presence in the apartment; quickly getting comfortable enough to make it his own, but apparently you weren’t included in that sentiment, judging from the way he’d just side-eye you before carrying on with whatever he was doing as his only form of acknowledgement every time you attempt an interaction 🫠

it makes you nervous; was this the right decision? will we ever form a bond? little do you know… muehuehue

you knew that cat hybrids were notoriously hit or miss in terms of how affectionate or independent they’d turn out to be, but i mean come on — taehyun acts as though he doesn’t even need you at all !!

imagine the first time you try to pet his ears, him flattening them and immediately swatting your hand away to shrink back with a scowl; the way your stomach would drop as you quickly start to apologize 😭 but he’s already stalking away into the next room like a grumpy grouch >:(

it’s not that taehyun hates you or anything, it’s just that he doesn’t like his personal space invaded — or at least, that’s what he thinks at first, but more on that later 👀

him hearing you crying in your room one night cuz you’re just so frustrated and sad :(( wanting to build a happy comfortable life for him but he’s not even letting you try and you don’t know what you’re doing wrong 🥺 that’s the first time he’d feel a little twinge in his chest, an unfamiliar emotion that he can’t quite place as he finds himself wanting to… comfort you? hmm.. he decides that he doesn’t like this strange new feeling and continues on to his room instead.

but the next day you’d be shocked when you’re on the couch and he actually comes and…. sits.. in the same.. room.. as you ???? someone call oprah ✋🏼

he’d silently situate himself in the armchair away from the couch, opening up his book an educated mf and starting to read without a single word as you sit there gaping at him like 👁️👄👁️ not having any clue that this is his way of offering a small bridge for the gap you’re even a little suspicious tbh LOL but you get so excited regardless and even though you try to hide it, his sharp senses are quick to notice the change in your demeanor.

also you keep glancing over at him like every 10 seconds so that’s kind of a giveaway in itself

after that you’d begin to notice little things that he’d start to do that make you realize you need to let him be the one to decide when to come to you, when you’re allowed to touch him, etc — and honestly you’re just grateful to be making progress.

you’d be on the phone with a friend one day when they start asking about your new hybrid, taehyun’s ears perking up from the kitchen; (you glance over to see his head poking out and his boba eyes sparkling with interest before he catches you looking and instantly scowls, feigning indifference as he disappears again 😭😭 your heart clenching at the cuteness..)

him listening intently as you talk about him, surprised as you even defend him when your friend makes a comment about the cat hybrid stereotypes — “he’s not ‘hellish’ in the slightest. he’s been very good. he just likes his space, that’s all.”

but his favorite part of all would be when they ask you about his breed, what he looks like, etc; his chest swelling with pride as he hears you talk about how handsome he is, how strong and lithe he seems to be, and he finds a purr escaping from his throat at the praise as you boast about him.

after that, even more progress seems to be made; like him randomly coming up to you one day with an extra bit of his food in hand as he places it in front of you and says, “i brought this for you.” and walking away again before you can respond 💀

with how put-together he always seems, you’re finally starting to see how cat-like he truly is the more he opens up to you ❤️‍🩹

he starts speaking to you more often too, his voice a pleasant surprise to you; smooth and even-toned, inducing a bit of a blush from you whenever there’s a slight rasp or purr caught at the end of a phrase.

he perplexes you at first with how blunt or monotoned he can be, but you learn to read him better as time goes on, learn to understand his subtle undertones, and each flick of his ears or swish of his tail.

you’ve also learned that he can be won over with certain treats and presents… which ends up leading to the mess you’ve found yourself in now.

when you decided to buy a bunch of catnip, thinking it would be nice to bake him some desserts with it every now and then, you didn’t think you’d have to go out of your way to hide the stuff. since you brought him home taehyun has never acted out much aside from the occasional swipe of something off the edge of the counter when he’s bored; but he never scratches up your furniture or makes a mess of the apartment, so imagine your shock when you come home from a late shift one night to find your kitchen absolutely ransacked.

drawers and cabinets thrown open and their contents scattered everywhere, kitchen towels shredded to bits, and for a minute you’re terrified that someone broke in or something.. until you realize what you’re looking at.

catnip is strewn EVERYWHERE.

the tub of it fallen open on the floor has you gaping as your eyes follow the trail of it, from the cabinet taehyun must have smelled it from, to where it then spilled across the counter, before being knocked to the floor and.. rolled in??

with a start you suddenly realize that it’s too quiet.

taehyun is never one to come and greet you at the door, but this time, something feels.. different.

which is why you nearly jump out of your skin when you turn to go and look for him, ready to call out his name, only to find him standing in the entrance of the kitchen already watching you.

he’s so quiet that you didn’t even hear him approach and you’re convinced that in another life he would’ve made a great vampire or something.. taehyun salvatore has a nice ring to it iykyk

“holy shit, kitty, you scared me! why are you lurking like that? what the hell happened in.. here...”

your voice trailing off as you actually take in the sight of him and….

taehyun’s chest rising and falling at a quicker rate than usual, normally neat hair all tousled out of place, tail swishing sharply back and forth behind him, ears twitching — you meet his eyes and swallow hard. he’s never looked at you like this before.

his pupils are blown wide and taking in every inch of you, roaming over your body before locking onto your gaze, as if he’s looking straight into you, hyper-focused; silent and still and.…

predatory.

there’s a crackling tension in the air as something flickers in his eyes.

before you can process the speed that he moves forward with you’re being pushed against the kitchen counter with his body flush against yours, radiating heat as he rolls his hips, rubbing his face into your neck as a deep, growl-like purr reverberates in your ear.

you gasp, thighs pressing together instinctively, his tongue licking a rough stripe up to your jaw as he growls, “whose scent is this?”, and you barely even have time to remember the new coworker that he must be smelling let alone the time to answer him before he’s mouthing at your neck, muttering, “doesn’t matter.. i’ll just have to scent you myself.”

his tail curls around your waist and you inhale at the slight prickle of his sharp canines as he smirks against your throat;

“have to let him know that you’re mine.”

you don’t know how you got here, bent over the kitchen table as your previously aloof hybrid pounds you from behind, licking and biting at your shoulder and neck as he purrs roughly in your ear, your pussy clenching hard around his thick cock as he tugs your hair to bring your head up into a scorching kiss; whatever insane energy high that catnip gave him was all being released onto you right now, and you really can’t complain.. nor can you even remember whatever guilt you may have felt since at this point he’s fucked it right out of you.

he’d be telling you how your scent belongs to him, how no one else can have you like this; this sudden possessiveness coming out of seemingly no where, baffling you with the whiplash of taehyun’s deeper feelings coming out.

(feelings that he honestly didn’t even realize he had himself until that catnip got him good)

he’d so be the type to act completely nonchalant about it all the next day, to the point where you’d just about convince yourself that you went crazy and dreamed it all up until he’d do something to show you that no, you definitely did not.

standing at the sink washing dishes after lunch, lost in your swirling thoughts, when he’d come up behind you to place his own dish in the sink — chest ghosting against your back as he leans in just close enough for you to feel his smirk against one of the many love bites littered across your neck. quickly turning to face him but he’s already walking away, casually and without another glance in your direction;

later you’d be tidying up the apartment when he’d walk by you and his tail would curl sneakily around your waist, trailing over your ass as he passes by..

but it’s the last straw for you when you’re sitting on a conference call and taehyun slinks into the room, eyeing your computer, and you can already see the wheels turning in his head at the sound of your male coworkers going over their part of an example presentation.

your eyes widen marginally as his narrow — lip curling as he quickly deduces that one of them must be yesterday’s icky scent culprit — and you give him a stern warning look that he only ignores with a sly smile as he approaches where you’re sitting, your breath catching in your throat as he suddenly gets on his knees between your legs, just out of sight of the camera.

you’re about to mute your mic and ask him what the hell he’s doing when you hear your name being called from the screen, quickly averting your attention to answer your coworker’s question, when you feel the tip of taehyun’s claw begin to trace up your inner thigh.. ohhh boy you’re done for.

you’d be panicking as he’d tease his way under your skirt, flipping it up to reveal your panties that he’d so easily push aside, your voice coming out in a squeak when you try to continue talking as he nuzzles his face into your cunt.

trying to deter him by pushing his head away, but that only spurs him on more at the feeling of your fingers brushing past his mischievously twitching ears; your coworkers asking you if everything’s alright as the sudden warmth of taehyun’s tongue against your pussy sends a rush of electricity through you in the form of a choked-out moan that you can only disguise as a cough.

having to sit through the rest of your meeting as your naughty hybrid meticulously eats you out, his shameless rumbling purrs sending vibrations through your core while he laves at your juices, smug eyes glittering up at you the entire time as you try your absolute hardest not to squirm and moan.

it’s so filthy, so obscene, and he’s got you so so close to the point where you have no choice but to feign sickness and quickly hang up the call with reddened cheeks and labored breaths.

but taehyun pulls away immediately and you give a sharp whine before you can stop yourself.

you can see the satisfaction in his eyes as he poorly feigns indifference poorly on purpose ofc and states, “i’m bored,” with a move to stand up — but you’ve had enough of his teasing.

“nuh uh,” you breathe, your hand in his hair pulling him back in with a surprised little trill as your need to cum overpowers your conscience.

“finish what you started.”

and he’s more than happy to oblige as that same flicker from last night returns to his eyes, yanking you towards his waiting mouth as he ravishes your pussy with even more vigor than before.

“taehyun, y-you’ve been such a… bad.. k-kitty…”

and he eats it right up, the both of you knowing who really seems to be in control here despite your scolding words as you lose yourself on his tongue.

coming apart easily not once but twice before he finally sits back on his heels, licking the wetness from his lips and observing your spent form in satisfaction;

from then on it’s decided that taehyun does like his new owner after all, quick to jealousy but even quicker to remind you that you’re his; who’s the real owner here, to be honest? 🤔

and he even comes to realize that - you know what? - curling up with you for cuddles and head scratches really isn’t so bad after all. he could definitely get used to this ❤️‍🩹

my dom!taehyun agenda knows no bounds i couldn’t stop myself womp

soobin ౨ৎ

soobin knows he shouldn't but he can't help but freak out when you go silent on him. he's worrying about what he did wrong and what he's done, even resorting to 'it's something i forgot to, isn't it', and it's on a drive home from picking him up from dance practice. you're just so quiet, gripping tensely to your wheel, and when you finally stop at your place, soobin is ready to cry, but then you call his name so wobbly, so breathlessly, so whiny, and the gears work with a spark. he's still dripping sweat, cold overtaking his skin from the ac and his nerves aside from the body's coping mechanism. he turns to you and your thighs are rubbing against each other. "this is gonna sound so gross, especially since i couldn't wait until we were inside to tell you, but i can't take it anymore. i need you, bin. so, so bad," the edge to your voice is as light as a crying dog. soobin wants to laugh out loud because you're the one who practically uses his body and doms him on the daily, but he doesn't. he nods not saying a word. you're so tightly wound. "i love it when you get sweaty, baby. it turns me on so bad. i feel like a fucking pervert. i could've mounted you then and there at the studio." you just keep going!!! soobin is unbuckling himself and grabbing his bag, racing to get inside your place. "you find me gross, don't you?" he stops, looking back at you. he ignores his rock hard on, leaning over the transmission shift of your car, cupping your face and wiping your tears. oh, he could get used to shift in the power dynamics. "no, not at all, sweetheart," you whimper when he kisses your cheek and reaches his hand under your shirt to ghost over your feverish skin. "i like it when you talk dirty. i like it when you think of me like this. makes me feel so good, y/n. so good. my lovely little perv, you'll be good for me, too, won't you?" you nod with tears. his big hand brushes along the perked nipples and trails down to your clothed, damp heat. you fall into this ashamed but very aroused state, and he smiles all the more. "why don't we go inside and you can keep telling me everything you were thinking about, and i'll give it to you.

yeonjun ౨ৎ

yeonjun gets a call from you late one night after one of your dates. he'd dropped you off home, kissed you good night, and told you he'd see you in a few days. so, his heart is in his stomach, swiping to answer your phone call at 2 am. "junnie,,," you whimper. "yes? y/n, are you okay, baby?" after a bit of back and forth, yeonjun quickly realizes you're touching yourself. he drops his head on his pillow, breathing hard, his erection even harder. "oh." he says, biting his lip. "yeah, oh. i'm, i'm sorry for waking you, but i can't stop thinking about you. i need you. my... my fingers aren't enough,," he's panting into the phone, wordless. "oh." again. "can you.. can you take responsibility for this?" oh. this time, he smirks, rolling over, one hand reaching in to take himself and sighing in pleasure. "for what? it's your imagination, baby." you whine and a wet sound follows it. yeonjun groans, stroking. "no, jun, mmmm, don't you see it wasn't enough!" you're growing hysterical, even wetter, too. he loves teasing you. "can't do this myself. i need you. nothing feels as good as you, baby. please?" yeonjun squeezes his tip, clenching down in a pathetic effort to not come. not yet. "fine," he says like it bothers him, when you both know it's the opposite. "why don't you put me on speaker, baby? take your fingers out and tease your clit for me instead. wanna play with your tits for me?" he hears everything a lot clearer now, shuffling his boxers a little further down his hips. the cool air hitting his wet dick makes him choke a little. you're just as sensitive, if not more. well, definitely more. "want you to come over and fuck me already," you say with a winded breath. "okay, that's a lie, it's super late, your voice is enough. just miss you so bad." your switch up makes him laugh endearingly, as if you both aren't in the middle of calling and masturbating to the other. "that's never stopped me, baby. if you need me, you need me. and god knows i need you. so, give me twenty minutes and i'll be inside you asap." you gasp. "finally!"

beomgyu ౨ৎ

beomgyu thought it was pretty funny, just a little game on the side of an amazing dinner with all his friends and his sweet girlfriend. you, on the other hand, the girlfriend, were not fairing too well. last night, beomgyu had promised to fuck you today. it was evening now. maybe he'd forgotten about his promise, but you sure as hell didn't. with the arrival of the drinks, beomgyu moved his hand up your inner thigh, but it felt torturous. by the time the meal arrived, he was knuckles deep inside you, other fingers that lingered outside played with your clit, all while you struggled in every single way to not show what was going on. beomgyu was joking with his friends, all while you had to shoulder the burden of hiding the pleasure he was giving you. the shame, humiliation, arousal, strange touch of ecstasy that filled your veins from his fingers was too much to feign ignorance to. he was damn good, acting so nonchalant for his actions. you gripped onto the table, breathing hard, red faced, dropping your spoon of food, making a mess of yourself, earning everyone's eyes and concern. "n-no worries, i'm okay~" you cried out, curling in, embarrassingly feeling the band in your tummy ready to break. "no the fuck you aren't, holy shit. beomgyu, do something!" yeonjun freaked out, always worried about everyone's health. right when you were about to come, that was when he pulled out, taking your breath away with them. your boyfriend feigned innocence, looking calm and worried, even placing the back of his hand against your forehead. "oh, baby, you don't look too well." his eyes said everything and his smirk itched to show itself, while you leaned your body on him bonelessly. "you were fine just a second ago, how about we get you home, hm?" oh, so that's what he wanted all along, huh. evil! you nodded tiredly, hands fisting his shirt as he explained to his friends that you would be leaving early. they all threw in interjections of concern and care as beomgyu helped you walk up and out of the restaurant. he was laughing once you were outside. "i'm gonna kill you, beomgyu." you grimaced at the wetness between your thighs. "hey, if i'm dead, how else am i gonna go through with my promise, hm? don't worry, hon, i'll make it up to you when we get home. you'll see."

taehyun ౨ৎ

all taehyun had planned on doing was kissing. let him rephrase. the furthest he had intended on going was to make out a little, and depending on your mood, that would be it, or the most would be heavy petting. but, then, things took a turn when you kept mewling into his mouth, pulling away to let them resonate. you lied on your back, taehyun hovering above you and enjoying this position, or rather the upper hand of being able to take care of you. when he pulled back, you already looked fucked out, panting, cheeks dark, seams of your lips swollen and shimmering from your exchanges, hair a mess underneath your head that he cradled. oh, this was getting a little out of hand. his heart thundered in his chest. your hand found its way up his strong bicep, earning a failed attempt at covering your whimper with a lip bite, to the collar of his shirt, pulling him back down. your thighs squeezed the other, rubbing, and you scooted more and more towards him, until there was no space between you. taehyun didn't know how this would end, but this part of him wished it didn't. he cupped your jaw with one hand, a little forceful but welcomed in the way your eyes fluttered and moaned, and used the other hand to feel up your body. the kisses got messier with his tongue crossing the threshold of your lips. he grunt against your skin as he now moved down your throat to bite into you, unbuttoning your shirt. it's like his fingertips traced trails of blazes on your goosebumps-ridden skin. he slurped lazily around the valley of your breasts, and you arched into him, hips rutting up for something. he pulled away to watch you in awe. what if he...? he bucked his hips into your side and the reaction made you keen a little, tears sparkling the water line of your eye. slowly, through his experimented touches, taehyun was now nosing your throbbing core, kissing your wet folds through the barrier of cloth. right when he was to sit up from you, maybe a conversation or two to have, you wailed out, bucking into his face. "tae, please! please don't stop. please keep going," his eyes darkened, rubbing your sensitive thighs up and down with ginger hands. "i need you." he smiles at your magic words. of course, he'll give you what you need.

kai ౨ৎ

you never thought you'd be like this. kai was playing on his switch, on a phone call with beomgyu, via headphones, who was playing the same game. unbeknownst to your boyfriend and his friend, you'd been touching yourself the entire time, trying desperately to get his attention, maybe being louder and more whinier than you felt. too ashamed to ask for him to touch you. but, now it's been an hour and this feels like madness, rolling around in bed, throwing your blanket off to rut against one of his stuffed plushes. kai is giggling and joking, as if you haven't been trying to bring yourself to come for so long. your cotton panties are now too uncomfortable to slip back on and give up. tears prick your eyes. your clit rides both lines of overstimulation and arousal that burns to be fulfilled of an orgasm. it's when you hear kai ask, "so, you wanna come over then?" and that's when you lose it, rising and speeding to tap him on the shoulder. his loving gaze falls on you, concern and confusion coloring his eyes. you're shaking your head, mouthing out, 'tell him you can't. tell him i'm sick. just say no please.' luckily, this brief game of telephone doesn't play out as he understands what you say. however, he responds, mouthing back with a pout, 'you don't feel well?'. you can hear beomgyu saying, "hello?" over and over. you sigh in frustration. 'i need you to take care of me.' is all you manage and he nods slowly, suddenly telling him just as much, ending the phone call. easily, he swivels towards you in his chair, leaving everything behind. kai reaches out to grab your hands, wanting to play with them like always, but you go forward by sliding onto his lap and wrapping around him. "was too embarrassed to tell you, hyuka, but i need you." he gulps when you say that, cute expression of shock being slowly defeated by the one that naturally becomes of him every time it's time to fuck. he reaches down to feel you, making you jolt in his lap, and he arches an eyebrow. "so wet, baby. all for me?" you nod, sweating a little. "i was waiting forever for you to not be busy so you could pay attention to me." his heart squeezes. kai leans in and kisses you, easily making you into putty. "my polite baby. i'm so sorry. don't worry, don't have to wait anymore. i'll play with you from now on." the hand on your core slips further, finger shallowly sliding in. he's a man of his word.

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